The Book of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Noahide World Information Database
Chapter One
I am not really sure what my oldest memories are, but I do remember being in the kitchen at Berridale (7 Bent Street) playing on the chairs we had, which had black vinyl, being chairs I had played on often, doing a rocking horse motion on them around the kitchen, and thinking right at that point, in thoughts which had slowly developed for a while, I will remember this time for the rest of my life. And I have never forgotten it. I was born on the 20th of November 1972 Kingston upon Hull in England in the United Kingdom. I was born at the Hull Maternity Hospital, which Mum tells me is no longer there. What had happened was my older brother Matthew was born in Cooma Hospital on the 21st of October 1969 and my older sister Brigid was born in the same hospital on the 26th of October 1971. But when it came to the third child, myself, mum decided to have me in England in Hull, were she likewise had been born. She was born on the 7th of July, 1937 (meaning she turned 70 on the 7/7/2007 – which is probably why 7 is her favourite number). My mother’s name is Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker. Dad was born Cyril Aloysius Daly on the 11th of August 1922 in Sydney. I remember, in those early days, the world book dictionaries we had, and the set of world book children’s encyclopaedias. We still have the dictionaries, but the children’s encyclopaedias are long gone. They had a games section of a jungle map which you followed from page to page, as well as a volume of kids activities which I liked to look at. I remember a big box which dad brought home from work one day, which we played in in the back yard for a while. And I remember the first day thinking that when the ‘Goodies’ came on (on ABC at 6) that I would still keep on playing in the box. But I think that the others went inside when the Goodies came on, and I went in shortly afterwards. The Goodies were big to me as a kid, and so was Dr Who which ABC put on right after the Goodies. They are my earliest childhood TV shows I remember, alongside The ABC News at 7 (which is still the time they show it) and the Saturday morning Cartoons. I remember ‘Point of View’ which they showed before the cartoons at 12 which was a political commentary show. When ‘Point of View’ came on I was usually watching TV, waiting for the Cartoons. The ‘Whacky Racers’ was a show I remember, were the hero turned into a bad guy as well. Star Wars was a big thing because every one was talking about it, and when what I thought was Star Wars was supposed to come on TV I was broken when the blackout occurred and we missed nearly all of it. In fact it was just the Star Wars holiday special (but I didn’t know at the time) and perhaps it is a good thing I missed it because Mr Lucas maintains he would prefer if it was totally forgotten. I read online that some people consider it Star Wars canon, because it contains plots which supposedly tie into the saga (ie Chewbacca visiting his family). Later on, when I learned about confirmation names, mine was going to be ‘Luke’. It was going to be ‘Luke’ for a long time, mainly because of Star Wars ‘Luke Skywalker’. But I ended up choosing ‘Tarcisius’ just a few months before my confirmation because I read a book in Year 6 at St Pats in Cooma in the back on St Tarcisius. I also read one on St Pancratius, but was scared of the way St Pancratius died (I think he was beheaded) and preferred the death of St Tarcisius. I guess I ended up choosing Tarcisius because I thought that was the spiritual thing to do. I pinched my dad’s 2 cent and 5 cent coins almost straight away from his jar, because I knew they bought lollies. I kept on pinching from mum’s purse into my teens. It was where my arcade money came from. I was convicted a lot and felt guilt, but always brushed it aside. I remember, later on in Cooma, getting busted for pinching lollies from Woolworths, and they took us to the police station. We were under age and just got a warning. It is the only time I have been to the police station for illegal activity. I have never been arrested, and have worked hard to make sure I won’t be. Anyway, God dealt with the pinching gradually through my life, and I learned my lesson eventually. I do remember, though, that whenever I pinched some money and mum asked who was pinching from her purse, it was normally always me, but I would deny it to her face. I am not really sure if my siblings ever pinched money. There was this time, though, in Cooma, when Aunt Molly accused me of pinching a dollar, but it actually wasn’t me that time. I think she had just mislaid it. Like ‘Swiper’ from Dora the Explorer, pinching was my main problem, but apart from that, looking back, I usually feel I was a good kid with a good heart. I was usually gentle throughout my school years, and did not like fighting, and was picked on because of it. I was extremely unpopular all the way through to the end of year 10 at St Patrick’s. Fortunately, they were never too violent towards me, usually just occasionally calling me names and letting me know my place at the bottom of the hierarchy. Throughout those 11 years at St Pats there were a lot of hard times, but there was an occasional moment here and there when things were just a bit okay. My teachers were Mrs Macminnamin in Kindie, Sister Susan in year 1 and 2, Mrs Jones in year 3, Mr McHugh in year 4 & 5, Sr Ann in year 6, and then various teachers in high school. I first went to the pre-school in Cooma north before kindie, but only occasionally. I remember a few times staying at the big house up the top of crisp street at the top of the hill in Cooma – the very big mansion like one – after pre-school for some babysitting. I can’t remember the people, but they had a shack were I remember thinking there was a fox there. It is a big part of my memory. Mum tells me they asked me questions but I was playing them for fools as a little devil. The first day I got home from kindie, mum tells me I undid my shoes, took them off and said ‘Thank God for that.’ I remember I was trying to be dramatic.
I learned to read very quickly, and that was my main strength in school. I was good at maths, but excellent at reading. I remember in year 1 or 2 one time when the class had to read a book, I was finished very quickly before the rest of the class, and I think it was Sr Frances taking the class a the time who told me to read it again, and I did so very quickly, a lot of the class still reading. I had free time for a little while and thought about stuff. I remember getting in trouble once and being told to go down to stay with the kindies. But I was too embarrassed, so hid behind the kindies class, and looked under the school at the stuff they kept there. Later on I went to the section were the toilets were. I got caught out the next school day and told Sr Susan I was were the toilets were, not telling her I was at the other part of the school. Another lie. But I didn’t get into too much trouble. I remember sporting carnivals. I never got any places, ever, at any sporting carnival. I don’t think I ever came last, but I was always down near the bottom. Once I got a fifth place, just missing out on a forth and a white ribbon. I was no good at sports to start off with. But, later on, when I was with my friends from the public school (the gang I got into) we played a season of Indoor Cricket in the B Grade competition, and we actually won it. There were only 4 or 5 teams, but we still came first, and I got invited to play that day in the A Grade final, which I did. We lost, but I always remember we could have won. The problem was we thought the ‘Hot’n’Tots’ were invincible, and we lacked confidence, but they played poorly in that final. We lost, but we might have won with the right motivations. But I still got a trophy for wining in the B Grade final with my team, and that was about the only sporting triumph I have achieved in serious competition. Although I was on the winning team for the UPC Oldies vs Youngies cricket competition for both the first 2 years, once on the oldies and once on the youngies. I think I was the only person who could claim I was on the winning side for both years. One of those years I made a ’50 Not Out’ and matched Jonathon Downs effort (the Pastor John Downs’ son). It was a mandatory retirement at 50. Of course, Jonathon was a much better batter than myself, and had all the shots. But my innings started slowly, and worked up gradually. And towards the end I started hitting ‘4s’. I guess I go slow to start with but gradually build up strength. Either way I was pretty happy to match Jonathon’s score. The gang I joined was a Cooma game arcade group of kids. I started going there to play games at about 14 or 15 and Damien Asanovsci and Peter Dradrach befriended me. I had never really had friends, but they seemed to care. And those few years were some of the best years of my life. Peter and Damien, alongside Michael Werle and Michael Gratwick and Keith Willis and Mark Post were the gang, and we listened to Heavy Metal and played Indoor cricket. The bands we listened to were ‘Metallica’ and ‘Iron Maiden’ and ‘Motley Crue’ and ‘Def Leppard’ & ‘Megadeth’ mainly, as well as ‘Helloween’. I liked Bon Jovi because Damien had given me a copied tape of ‘Slippery When Wet’. It was the first major album I had listened to, apart from a ‘Black Funk’ tape from probably Boney M or someone similar, and a few kids tapes. I thought the album was incredibly cool and became the biggest Bon Jovi fan in Cooma most likely. I ended up seeing them in Sydney in 1989 alongside my friend ‘Noodles’ who lived near the train station in Cooma. The only other live concert of a big act I have seen is ‘Rebecca St James’ in Sydney in the early 2000s. The Bon Jovi concert was far too loud, and I had borrowed my brothers binoculars without asking him to see the band. There were 2 rock chicks in front of us and they went wild. But we were way up the back, and the view was not fantastic. Still, I can claim to have seen Bon Jovi live in the 1980s, and that is a big deal to me. I bought a t-shirt at the concert which had a big heart and a dagger on it, and they still use that symbol. I was on Austudy at the time and was buying all the Bon Jovi cassettes and records, and had a number of posters and magazines. I even bought a metal ‘New Jersey’ badge, which I lost later on in life. They were the biggest band for me to start with, and my favourite for a long time. No band really ever replaced them as my favourite, but I have a lot of favourite bands and artists now. Iron Maiden, Def Leppard, Queen, Alice Cooper, Madonna, Spice Girls, Britney Spears, Billie Piper and so many others are big on my list, and I have owned probably over 1000 CDs by now. But with my schizophrenia I usually end up either destroying them, or trading them back for others, or selling them, or giving them to family members. But I am less attached to a CD as a possession now anyway, and FM104.7 plays all the new hits and radio is usually enough. Freddy Mercury from Queen went on about the ‘Disposable Pop’ idea. And these days what I know is that new hits always come along, and new artists always replace the old, and you don’t have to stay attached to the same old music forever. Some styles seem to stay in vogue now, and older styles come back from time to time. I think Billy Joel sums it up – ‘Everyone is talking about the new style funny but its still rock and roll to me.’ We were in Berridale for the 1970s, Cooma for the 1980s and Canberra for the 1990s and beyond. I did go back to live in Cooma in 2001 briefly and in 2007 briefly, and in 2009 until the present moment, were I am living both in Cooma and Canberra. I have a cheap flat I am renting whose lease expires shortly, and I am undecided wether I will keep the flat or not. Berridale was a blissful town to grow up in. We went to Catholic Church on Sundays, the whole family, and I did that every week until I was 16, when I went my own way on beliefs. I remember looking up at the crucifix and realizing that was the Jesus fellow. I remember praying the rosary in the rosary group which came to our house. I remember the statues of angels at the church which were put up in the attic of the church I think (because of something to do with protestant discussions at the time – I am not sure though). But, whatever else, church was extremely boring, a massive guilt trip, and I never really liked it that much. Later on as an altar boy it was alright because I was doing something, but I couldn’t abide sitting in the pews. I never liked church, and that was that. At 16 Mum went on a holiday to England with Greg, and I stopped going to church. When she got back I was so headstrong that she didn’t try to persuade me to go back and that was the end of the matter. From there I gradually drifted into Agnosticism, and while over the next few years I strongly considered atheism, I never quite made the commitment to that viewpoint. At that stage my faith was a work in progress. In 1990 we came to Canberra, first in Kambah and then in Gilmore and then in late 1990 to 29 Merriman Crescent Macarthur, were I am right at this moment in the front middle room typing this away (Tuesday 2nd of March, 2010). We will get up 20 years at this place later on in the year, and that is a pretty good achievement. But it is still taking a while to get used to even the suburb, and I haven’t totally done that yet. In a strange way Tuggeranong is still new territory to me, and the rest of Canberra as well, but I am gradually getting used to it as home. Actually, Cooma is home as well these days, and I suppose I am basically a ‘Monaro’ boy. I also have a younger sister, Jacinta, and a younger brother, Gregory. They are both married and Jacinta has 3 kids and Gregory has 1. In my early 20s I was studying at the Canberra Institute of Technology, undertaking an Associate Diploma of Business in Office Administration. I ended up completing all the requirements, with 3 distinctions, 5 credits, and many passes. It was during the latter half that I had my crises of faith and finally went back to church. But I had an accident in testing my faith, jumping off a bridge barefooted near parliament house. I turned schizophrenic that day. I blacked out immediately after stepping off the bridge, and woke up a while later on the ground. The ambulance came shortly, and I was in hospital for a couple of weeks. It was when I went nuts, and I am still essentially a Schizophrenic. From there it was off to Catholic Church in Gowrie for a while, but I was witnessed to by Pentecostal girls, and ended up going to Potters House Christian Church. In fact, I attended a service there just this Sunday – my first in a good few years as I don’t go anymore, no longer being a Christian. I was at Potters House for about a year, then off to United Pentecostal Church because I no longer believed the Trinity. But the ‘Oneness’ was wrong also, and I ended up ‘Unitarian’ in faith. After 6 months at Hughes Baptist church attending occasionally I became a ‘Noahide’. That was a leap of faith in January 1999 and now, in March 2010 I am still a Noahide. So I have 11 years up and hopefully am slowly gaining some credibility for my faith. Jesus talks about traditions of men being taught by the Pharisees as commands of God. I agree with him, and thus disregard the Mishnah and Gemara (the Jewish Talmud’s). There are different ways of looking at the Jewish Bible itself, and I would probably make a ‘Hexateuch’ argument if I had to, but I am no longer sure it really matters. In the end conversion to Judaism has simply not been an option, and the Noahide thing is working for me very well indeed. I am happy with it, content with my situation, pleased that Haven Noahide Fellowship today has 3 official members, with reasonable potentiality for growth, and happy that Yahweh is not asking me to do anything in particular out of the ordinary. I have had ‘Rainbow’ witnesses at key points over the last decade and it seems to me that the Rainbow as the Covenantal sign of my covenant is really, in truth, the one to stick with. Scripture declares it an ‘Everlasting Covenant’ so, to me, faith in an everlasting Covenant leads to everlasting life. Now, my books. Morning Stars was begun the writing of in the year 2000. I began it at work in AQIS one day in the Exdoc section. Saruviel popped in pretty quickly, and I think the name was bubbling away from ‘Suvrael’ the southern continent of Silverberg’s ‘Majipoor’. Lord Valentines Castle, The Majipoor Chronicles and Valentine Pontifex were awesome, and some of the many fantasy and sci fi epics I have consumed. ‘Morning Stars’ the title comes directly from Job 38:7 KJV. It was borrowed directly from that translation. It took 5 or 6 years to write the first version of Morning Stars (the currently paperback published version of 100 copies only), but writing took off very quickly after that point. I write heaps now. People occasionally ask me were did I come up with me ideas about angels. Well, Michael and Gabriel come from the Book of Daniel in the Old Testament, and Gabriel appears in the Gospels, and Michael appears in ‘Jude’ and in the ‘Revelation’ in the New Testament. I have also read some of the ‘Pseudepigrapha’ and Michael and Gabriel and a number of others appear in 1 Enoch in the Pseudepigrapha. Some churches actually hold to 1 Enoch as scripture, and for biblical students I strongly encourage you to go check it out because Jesus quotes the hell out of it. Metatron is in one of the Enoch’s as well (there are 3 Enoch books, I think) and he has a heap of names in there, well over 70. The Rabbinic literature goes on about various angels, and Muslim literature also does as well. Also, don’t forget the Doreen Virtue Books and many others out there. Currently Angel Books are doing well, and I am aiming to get the major fantasy niche in this market if I can. I cheekily call ‘Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ the third volume of the Pseudepigrapha. I guess, because the Pseudepigrapha is public domain, and if I had the money, I might consider publishing it myself one day under the ‘Noahide Books’ imprint and adding the first ‘Arc’ of the Chronicles to it and calling this the third volume of ‘Haven Noahide Fellowship’s’ own Pseudepigrapha. Recognition from the big churches and the big Jewish and Muslim movements might not be easy, or it might end up being quite easy – you never know. But we are actually quite serious about being NON-cultic, quite serious about being lawful and in harmony with the general rules and customs of the land, and quite serious in our devotions to God. On salvation, we generally teach that this is mainly God’s business. Iron maiden sing a song which says ‘There’s not a God to save you if you won’t save yourself.’ Some Christian fundies will argue that works aint gonna do it, and that only faith in Jesus death is going to get you there. But Jesus teaches in revelation to one of the churches a doctrine which says ‘I have not found your works perfect.’ Of course, the New Testament can be argued on Calvinistic and Armenian standpoints, but taken as a whole – ie the 27 books being the New Testament, I would actually agree that you probably need to be a Christian to be saved, doctrinally. But it depends how you view it. For example, you can’t enter the kingdom of heaven unless you are born again. Is this the New Jerusalem? Thus, if you are not born again, like John the Baptist in Jesus own words, is the new EARTH available instead? Jehovah’s witnesses think so. Is this were the Catholics go? As in there creed they say ‘The Life of the World to Come’, which is the standard Jewish doctrine on salvation. The World to come – the new earth. Of course Isaiah goes on about a new heaven BUT ALSO a new earth. Are there different destinations for different folks. Jewish salvation is works oriented. I think Catholics seem to be of that mould also these days. The fundies are faith oriented. Is it a different destination for different groups? So if you are not Born Again my fundamentalist friend, I know you can’t enter the Kingdom of God, but is that Kingdom the New Jerusalem? And if it is, is the New Earth available instead? Interesting question. You see, Jews actually do have faith. And they have faith in God, and not Jesus. Will this works doctrine of salvation get them the ‘New Earth?’ Perhaps, I think. Perhaps. Anyway, just so you will actually know, Haven’s own doctrine of salvation for us Noahides in particular in Haven Noahide Fellowship is that God is the saviour. Jews have to circumcise to maintain their own covenant. Christians have to baptize to maintain their own covenant. We believe Noah’s covenant is totally up to God’s own effort. You see, we can’t make a rainbow – only God can make a rainbow. So we don’t even bother to save ourselves. We do whatever the heck we want to, can be slack and second rate on spirituality if we want to, occasionally little devils on legal issues (as the Coloured Devil’s would testify), but, in general, happy enough and amused by all the entertainment. You see, God didn’t actually give us Noahides a doctrine of salvation, so we do bugger all, smile that the rainbow still pops up for us every now and again, and thank our lucky stars we don’t have to slave away at the Sabbath, or confess every sin under the sun in true Johannine fashion. Amen and amen and amen. But enough with religion. I am tired, thirsty and hungry, and fortunately the kitchen is still were I would imagine it to be. This chronicle is finished for the moment, but I will give you some more thoughts later one. Cheers. Daniel
Chapter Two
(Written Friday the Fifth of March, 2010 CE/AD, in the morning)
Funnily enough, I am actually published already. No royalties, or anything like that, but in reasonably significant publications. My first publishing is actually a fan letter to a comic. I was a big fan of DC Comics growing up and loved the Justice League International and others from the 1980s, but in the early to mid 1990s I loved quite a few others and ‘The Demon’ run by Garth Ennis and John McCrea was awesome. And, thus, I am published in the last issue of the 1990s run of the ‘Demon’ in poetry form. I have to go off and obtain the comic again, but here is the poem as far as I can recall from memory.
‘A Devious Plan by Etrigan to conquer all the Earth
Saw light in Demon 52 when Glenda did give birth
A Tragic fate it does await a child so innocent
For the Demon’s evil schemes are not heaven but hell sent
I laughed with glee in 53 at Hitman’s futile folly
Too kill an undead army, methinks it’s not that jolly
And Jason Blood he knew the score and gave a grin not frown
As he stepped into the circle and took the bastard down
It was a fight with fire and flight which came in 54
A merry battle yes indeed with blood and guts and gore
So to the victor go the spoils and Jason blood did smile
While Etrigan his dark revenge will have to wait a while.’
I wrote out the letter on paper with a pen, and my writing is not that neat, so they misspelled the last name and put ‘Daniel Dacy’ instead of ‘Daniel Daly’, confusing the ‘L’ for a ‘C’. I sent in another poem on the Demon as well, but the first poem was in the last issue, so they couldn’t have published the second one. I did though have my name mentioned in an issue of ‘Green Lantern’ I think around this time as well, (just a little later), in the letters section. My next publishing was in poetry anthologies from www.poetry.com (I think they have changed their name now). My poem ‘Cat’s’ was published in ‘Treasures to Discover’ and my poem ‘The Next Day’ was published in ‘The Best Poems and Poets of 2001’. After that I was published in a magazine in America, but never received a copy of the magazine, and it was one of my poems. I think it was called ‘Anointed Magazine’ by Magpie publishing, or something or another. I’ll get it one day. And then, just last year, I was published in ‘Short and Twisted 2009’, an Australian Anthology book, with short stories with twists to them. My short story ‘The Diabolical Adventure of RXQ7’ was published in this anthology. Of course, ‘Morning Stars’ and ‘Ye Olde Devil’ were published at the same time under my own ‘Noahide Books’ imprint in 2007 with 100 copies of each of them. I have handed most of them out, but still have a few of each at home. My writing is central to my life, these days. I receive a Centrelink ‘Disability Support Pension’ for my Schizophrenia, and because I have a lot of free time available, I write books. I became schizophrenic in the mid 1990s the day I returned to faith in the God of the bible (interesting that, isn’t it). It was a hectic time. I had just spent the afternoon at YWAM in Watson with a girl called ‘Ariel Cheng’ who was studying with me at CIT at the time. All the previous night my depression had reached its worst, and I needed to See Ariel because she was saintly and a believer. All that day coming through Canberra from Macarthur to Watson I felt all this heaviness upon me, but when I got to the ground of the YWAM place, the spiritual heaviness abated. But when I left later on it returned. I stopped off in Woden at the Christian book store, bought a ‘Good News Bible’ and stopped off again at Holy Family Catholic Church in Gowrie and read the entire book of Job. And that is when I felt the goodness of God and returned to biblical faith. The following day I went off on a mad crusade after having confessed my sins to a Catholic priest in Red Hill, and, in an attempt to test my faith Indiana Jones and the last crusade style, I ended up jumping of a bridge near Parliament House. I was in hospital for a couple of week, and then in a wheelchair, but most of the anxiety and depression was now gone. And then about 6 months later when I prayed a sinners prayer in Potter’s House in Pearce, the rest of the depression left. BUT, in those 2 and a half years as a Christian, until January 1999 there was still a degree of anxiety. This, though, left in January 1999 when I became a Noahide. And since then things have been very good for me. I have had Schizophrenia all throughout this time, rejected the medication on naturalistic grounds a number of times, but now take it consistently. My symptoms are talking to myself a lot, and hearing voices a bit, but it is fine now. It doesn’t really bother me that much anymore. I have learned to live with it. But because I receive a Disability Support Pension since applying in 2005, I no longer really have to work so, to keep myself busy and (hopefully) earn a living one day, I write books. The main intention with my books is to keep them FREE to read online, but if people want to purchase paperback copies of my books, those ones I can sell. That I think is an ethical way of going about business, and completely fair. My main saga, of course, is ‘The Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’. This is about Angels and Children of God, from their creation up into a potentially neverending future. There is quite a bit written about them now, and I don’t really plan on ever finishing the saga in this human life. I have prayed many, many times to God for long life, and hope he continues to bless me with this. The first book written in the ‘Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ was ‘Morning Stars’. This was begun the writing of in 2000 CE/AD. Prior to this my writing achievements were: A story about insects who flew in leaves in year 6 (which I was very proud of), a Frog and Toad story in primary school, a Fantasy Epic which I had maps drawn up for, about Kalan Lyant and Mallintor the Magician and the continents of ‘Kaluvia’ and ‘Ky-Keria’ and Karadarak’ and the main bigger one which I can’t remember the name of but had the capital city of ‘Rhyan’ and a minor village called ‘Lameth’ were a female bartender called ‘Marni Bonniker’ worked, who was to figure into the saga. ‘Ky-Keria’ was a continent on the north of ‘Kaluvia’ and they were just connected (like north and south America’. All of ‘Ky-Keria’ was barren land with the dread city ‘Yalth’ in the centre, were the main protagonist of the saga, and evil warlock, resided. On Kaluvia on the north-east side were the ‘Iridian Jid’ mountains, two cities called ‘Ejin’ and ‘Eijin’. On Kaluvia, over the other side of the Iridian Jid on the mountains on the northern side, near the ocean, was ‘Haven’. On Karadarak on the top north-eastern corner was ‘Auar’ and the ‘Auarii’ were the elf-like creatures from the hidden Shangri-La of ‘Auar’. Auar was totally surrounded by impassable mountains on the land side and impenetrable cliffs on the ocean side, and thus had never been found by the dwarves or humans. I had written in year 7 or 8 or 9 (I can’t remember which) quite a bit of this story on paper, but eventually lost the writings unfortunately. But later on in the mid 1990s it was going to be called (with new ideas) ‘The Doomsayer Chronicles’ with all sorts of ‘Armageddon’ overtones. I will definitely write this saga one day, and ‘The Belzandramanian’ which is currently underway mentions this saga, and should be viewed also as a prequel alongside David Eddings two sagas. I had read ALL of the Belgariad by this stage, and was about to be pleasantly surprised by Damien Asanovsci with his mothers copy of ‘Guardian’s of the West’ in hardback. The other major fantasy works I read in those years were: The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings, The Twilight Realm, the First Shannara Trilogy, The First 5 Riftwar saga books (Magician, Silverthorn, A Darkness at Sethanon, Prince of the Blood & The King’s Buccaneer), The Dorian Hawkmoon books by Michael Moorcock, Conan the Adventurer, The Pliocene Exiles (and later the Galactic Milieu saga) by Julian May, The first nine Xanth books by Piers Anthony and later the first seven Incarnations of Immortality Books and Battle Circle by Piers Anthony (and I have ideas for a Battle Circle sequel, which I might do in fanfiction – hey, I will call it this: ‘Battle Circle II: Circle of Death’ – I just made up that title then. Anyway, my idea for the sequel is that the two guys left stranded near the end with the radiation poisoning (was that it? It is years since I have read it) but it was Sos and Sol wasn’t it? Anyway, whatever, they get rescued and cured by the Chinese Helicon, and they are in the sequel. It was just an idea I had back then because I liked the books so much.), Some of the Discworld novels by Terry Pratchett, Most of the Foundation Saga (yet to read the two prequels to foundation), All 10 Chronicles of an Age of Darkness books by Hugh Cook and even a short story in the saga in his online website (check it out Hugh Cook fans, there are other short stories in the Chronicles there), This is the Way the World Begins featuring Ram Burrell by J T Macintosh, The Sword and the Satchel by Elizabeth H Boyer, The first two volumes of ‘Memory Sorrow and Thorn’ By Tad Williams (I am halfway through the final volume and will finish it off eventually), and more recently the first two volumes of the Faded Sun Trilogy by C J Cherryh (I will finish of the third volume eventually) and others still. I will probably start ‘The Doomsayer Chronicles’ soon. After that in the Mid 1990s I wrote the first two versions of ‘The Harmony Bridge’ both of which never got finished. The Current short story ‘The Harmony Bridge’ is a different version still, but contains some of the ideas. It really should be seen as a sequel to the original ideas for the Harmony Bridge, the plot I still have in my mind which I will write out some day. In fact the original version of ‘The Harmony Bridge’ birthed the name ‘Callodyn’. That is were he was born. Radric was born in the second version of ‘The Harmony Bridge’ and later I met Andre Wheeley from Crossroads Christian church and ‘Ambriel’, in a sense, was born from the ideas of both of these. Radric was a friend of Callodyn’s.
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Here is my current resume:
Resume of Daniel Daly
Address: 29 Merriman Crescent
MACARTHUR ACT 2904
Phone: (02) 6291 4414
E-Mail: danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au
Date of Birth: 20th of November, 1972
Skills: Office Administration Skills
Word Processing Skills – MS Word (Intermediate to Advanced)
MS Excel (Basic to Intermediate)
Typing: 60 wpm
Creative Writing Skills
Pastoral Skills
Education: Associate Diploma in Office Administration
(1995) Canberra Institute of Technology
Certificate in Word Processing and Office Skills
(1993) Canberra Institute of Technology
Year 10 Certificate
(1988) St Patrick’s School, Cooma
Work History:
2000 – Current Author. I have my own website
(http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com) dedicated to promoting my own fictional books about angels. I have spent the last decade writing these books.
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1996 – 2000. Australian Quarantine and Inspection Service
Position: Clerical Officer – Various Positions from ASO1 to acting ASO3
Duties: Various database work, Excel Spreadsheet work, Travel log, Stationery cupboard maintenance, Photocopier room maintenance
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1996 Department of Employment, Education and Training
Youth Affairs
Position: Clerical Assistant
Duties: Photocopying, Filing
It is not an exhaustive resume, just a basic one page one. Well that is the end of chapter two. I will write more soon. Cheers. Daniel
End of chapter two
Chapter Three
(Written Friday the 12th of March and Saturday the 13th of March 2010 in the evening, late on Friday, and early the next morning, Saturday, just after 12 midnight)
There is a line in a song which goes ‘A Good Heart these days is hard to find.’ Thinking about it, what will really last forever, beyond your works even, is if you have a good heart which people are attracted to and find peace in. If people can get along with you and find acceptance with you, if you can overlook their flaws and fallible nature and love them simply for being them, for being human and alive and worthy of love because of it, if you can show empathy and relate your heart to theirs and give them consolation when they are low and be a faithful friend in both difficult times and good times, if you can be a little rock of eternal friendship and hope in their lives, then that will really last forever and be a blessing of untold wealth. Money comes and goes. Perhaps, in the world to come, we will be trillionairres a trillion times over, and perhaps right at the bottom a number of times too. Who can really say, hey? Perhaps we will own mansions, and cars, star in movies and sing great songs. But when everyone has had their turn at glory, what will last? Thinking about Jesus, who I don’t believe is the Christ or Messiah or God or anything like that type of nonsense, but thinking about how he often comes across in his simple human wisdom, he apparently forsaked all the glory of wealth in his life, didn’t bother really trying to earn thousands of drachmas (or whatever their currency was) and living out the high life, but instead sought to teach people spiritual values and share a message of love with them. And while I think God has various ways of looking at the person of Jesus of Nazareth, ways unlike how the church views him, I think there is still a heart of popularity attributed to this man simply because he comes across has having cared about people, and perhaps was even willing to die for them, which he apparently did. I couldn’t do that, personally. I have the guts to take a bullet for any wife I would marry and children, but I couldn’t die on a cross. But then again, that’s not me. If someone asked me ‘Would you die for me?’ I would have to tell them ‘NO.’ But then I would say ‘But I would LIVE for you instead.’ But, whatever, the message of Jesus simple love is, really, what is going to last forever. The message of finding a heart which accepts you and treats you kindly, which will sacrifice for you and dig you out of difficult situations, will give you blessings when you need them, and stay faithful to you – well who can say that they don’t really want that a lot? And, hopefully, that is what Haven Noahide Fellowship, if it really ever starts growing well and turning into something which I hope it could become, will be all about. Above all else I want Haven to be exactly that – ‘A Haven’. I think everyone can say at some time in their lives they needed a place to get away, a place to call their own, a place to be accepted, loved unconditionally, and helped out in difficult circumstances. In Australia were I live we are so lucky that we have a good welfare system which helps out the people with low incomes. I know that Indigenous Australians still have a degree of poverty, but it has gotten to the point in Australia that if you really want to succeed in life, the opportunities are there. Schooling will be free if you can’t afford it, you can gain HECS to study a university degree and pay it back later. There is the jobsearch allowance to support you while you are looking for work. And there is government housing for people who can’t afford to own or rent in the private sector. All of this comes from, to my way of thinking, a society which genuinely cares about its citizens. And that is what we all want, isn’t it? To live in a world which cares and has a heart in it. All my life I have heard it said occasionally that this is a cold hard uncaring world. But I have found the opposite often equally true. There ARE a lot of caring people in this world. There are synagogues and churches and mosques and temples full of religious and spiritual people who are motivated by pleasing God and helping their fellow humans. And there are non-religious people who hold to an ethical or moral stance of live and let live and trying to be a good person. And, I think, that may just be what it is all about, this thing called life. C S Lewis argued in ‘Mere Christianity’ that there is a ‘Moral Law’ which we all seem to ascribe to. For example, we often say of things ‘That’s not right’. Or ‘That shouldn’t be’ as if there is some benchmark or standard of righteousness which we all seemingly hint at, even unknowingly. A lot of that may be as a result of centuries of grooming on our morals, but is it more than that? Is there really a sense of justice innate to being human, made in the image of God. And, for me, Justice is not just about righting wrongs, but acting justly to ensure a society in which happiness is found. Haven Noahide Fellowship, as of today, has a tiny number of members. But it has a growing number of people who know about us. My hope is that Haven WILL grow, and end up being that Haven in peoples lives, a place of sanctuary, a place were they can escape to and find peace from God and solace for the heart and soul. I want Haven to be a place were EVERYONE is accepted, because we are all children of Noah and Noahides. It is to be a place were people can be put right with God, meeting him, encountering him in prayer and meditation, and finding others who also connect to him. It is to be a place, ultimately, in which Jew, Christian, Muslim, Bahai and any of the believers in the God of Adam, Noah and Abraham can connect and find Haven from the conflicts which have often beset them. You see, Haven accepts everyone of all the Adamic religions, wanting to be a place were they can find acceptance with each other and tolerance for their differences. And it is the sign, the simple sign of the ‘Rainbow’ with its bright colours, which all of us can see and witness to, and have hope in the promises of God that his Grace will remain, everlastingly so.
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I have had a crush on a number of female pop singers for a number of years now. I have fancied the Christian pop singer ‘Rebecca St James’ for a long time, ever since the mid 1990s when I was given a Christian compilation CD from my sister with her song ‘Here I Am’ on it. I think she is a wonderful person, and hope she soon finds the right man for her, because she is still a virgin in her early 30s and has been faithfully waiting for the right one. I really like all 5 Spice Girls, and am currently reading Geri Halliwell’s biography ‘If Only’. She comes across as a very genuine person, in no way flakey, with a very real upbringing and with a heart which cares. I think she is FAB. I am also a big Madonna fan now, and hope the best for her. I also really like Britney Spears and Kelly Clarkson, as well as Mandy Moore, Hilary Duff and Lily Allen. I remember in the 1980s when I first heard of Madonna. She was that new big super popstar, who at the time I thought was basically one of the real big popstar's like Michael Jackson. I never bought any of her albums though and was never really a fan until the early 1990s when I was at a video store and looking at CDs for rent and thought I may as well try the ‘Bedtime Stories’ album by Madonna. I loved it and became a fan then. I know Madonna has studied Kabbalah for many years, and I also know she still seems to be a Christian in faith as well. I find her a very interesting personality and the fact that she has faith in God is, to me, a great thing. To me that is someone who ‘has it all’ but still remembers where her bread is buttered. Success in life, finding the big dream of it all, and finding your piece of the pie seems to be what it is all about for many of us in the west. I wrote a poem a while ago called ‘Stuck’ which sort of summed up how I view things. It is in my ‘Life, Love and Other Mysteries’ anthology of poetry and song. So much of my own yearnings in life over these past 20 years have been for some sort of success. To make a name for myself, to achieve wealth and success, to gain my own, supposedly deserved, glory. But I suppose I have to learn the poem God gave me to write for myself. ‘In patience what I need comes to be.’ I guess, if we can learn to wait, to learn to let go of the demand for ‘Instant Wealth’ and ‘Instant Success’, then perhaps what we actually really NEED will be given to us by God and that in this ‘Prison of Life’ we will end up FREE from the frustrations of our own covetous lusts for wealth and success, instead transformed into a person which is content with God’s love and whatever he sees fit to provide for us. Because if we have God’s love – if we have the love of the one who is eternal and has always been there – then it is just patience we need to have, for he will give us all good things in the fullness of time. What we need to learn in the mean times is to love each other, to respect each other, and to value each other. For those gifts, which are FREE, are the ones we really need for eternity anyway.
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When I stopped going to Catholic Church at 16 it wasn’t really because I didn’t believe in God. It was because church was boring and I had better things to do. But, gradually, looking back, I realize now that the simple faith I had in God as a child disappeared in those years from 16 to 18 or so. But not for long. I questioned, intently, wether God was there or not. I thought about it all the time, a great deal, and then, later on in year 11 or 12 at Lake Tuggeranong College I stole a book on philosophy for beginners from the library (which I might have eventually returned to the Civic library) and read some of the arguments for the existence of God. What nailed it for me was the ‘Argument from Design’. Essentially it argues that nature is so complex, wonderful, beautiful and has such a design to it that it indicates a ‘DESIGNER’ behind it. I gave this thought, then, and within a short while confessed my faith. Yes, God was there, had designed the universe, and was the creator. It was at that point I really did believe in God, and have never stopped since. But I was NOT a religious believer, instead, I guess, being deistic in my viewpoint. I did believe in an afterlife, though, and shared that view briefly once with Ariel Cheng, a friend from CIT. But she alluded that unless I was a Christian I wouldn’t receive that afterlife. That got me interested in Christianity and later I became a pentecostal. But for a long time now, since being a Noahide, I KNOW I was in the right position back then. I had faith in God, believed in a world to come, and I know that was and still is enough for God to accept you. It was all he needed to save me. Over the course of my walk with God, though, I have come to know that Jehovah is NOT a trinity, and that Israel is his ‘Rock’. But, the way the Noahide world is gradually emerging now, we Noahides are becoming God’s ‘Rock’ as well. After all, we are of the ‘Oldest’ of the biblical covenants, older still than Abraham’s covenants, and perhaps in that sense should be the MOST responsible of God’s holy people. Perhaps, because we are of the OLDEST covenant, we should be the most mature and reliable in our service to the Most High. It is what I believe personally anyway. Faith in God in action can mean a lot for many people. For many it is a belief system which guides their lives and moral choices. For others it becomes the central focus in a religious calling. And for others still, just that little part of faith in their lives, that little corner, which they occasionally go to that reminds them that, yes, they believe, and that there is a meaning to it. But then back off to the real world. For me, personally, it is perhaps a mixture of all those perspectives. As a Christian in Potters House and the United Pentecostal Church I evangelized on the streets of Civic in Canberra a great deal, handing out flyers, talking to people and even street preaching. I hardly ever saw anyone come to church that I had talked to, but wonder these days what, if any, impact I had. It has been slow going in Noahide faith as well, but what I seem to be understanding these days is that you REALLY need to get your time up in a religion and a religious assembly and show REAL commitment before God will bless you with souls. If you are a monotheistic evangelist, and you want to win souls to your assembly, they won’t come forth unless YOU stick to your assembly. If you quit later on, God has wasted his time in using you as an example, hasn’t he? You have GOT to stick to your guns and really commit, or you are just wasting your time. Real soul winners are ones who end up sticking to something, and showing people their faith is genuine. If it isn’t you won’t bear fruit in the end. In this day and age it is as simple as that, because with all the religions on offer people see through the shallow ones very quickly now and move on.
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I lost my virginity to a prostitute in Fyshwick in Canberra at 26 years of age. It was the day (early in the morning) after I left Christian faith and was thinking about Jewish/Noahide faith. I was living in Hughes in Canberra, working at AQIS, and had come to the conclusion that I really didn’t believe in Jesus and that I just believed in God. And then, later on that night, thinking that because I was no longer a Christian, that all the Christian teaching on sexual purity until marriage really didn’t apply to me, with all my years of sexual frustration having built up, I went off to the keycard machine at the mall, withdrew a number of hundreds of dollars, and early the following morning took a taxi out to Fyshwick stopping at ‘Exotic Studios’. The girls working name was ‘Amber’, she was from Cooma originally (funnily enough) and was very pretty. I went a fair number of times after that, but it gradually diminished. Sexuality and what God requires of us is a big issue for me, and very challenging. Not being Jewish and, further, honestly believing that the Talmudic system of Noahide faith is simply rabbinic invention, I have only been able to rely on the Scriptures themselves. I would be lying to myself if I tried to follow the mainstream ‘7 Laws of Noah’ code. I don’t believe it is the historical truth, so there is no point in trying to meet its religious requirements. I essentially have a ‘moderate’ stance on the composition of the scriptures, and would recommend ‘Richard Elliott Friedman’s’ ‘Who Wrote the Bible’ to explain source theory on the Documentary Hypothesis. While I would question ‘Dating’ of the sources, I agree there ARE differing sources in the Torah. Some say it is Priestly invention, the sections in Leviticus and that, by and large, the rulings are developed rulings. This is probably true to a degree. IF there are any genuine Mosaic sections in the Torah WE don’t know with any certainty what they are. Further, we really DON’T know what are the rule from God, if any, on sexual morality. The bible says what it says, but is this reality? Is this the moral truth of human lives? I am not sure. In the Australian Capital Territory were I live Prostitution is legal. Because of that I occasionally visit a lady and have an intimate encounter. I have shared this with a number of friends in my mental health groups, and nobody really seems to object. In fact it is usually an article for light hearted conversation. From observations on this throughout life, smirks, laughter and grins are often the result in male to male conversations on their sexual escapades. Is that, then, the reality of sexual conduct? And, therefore, are the biblical prohibitions rabbinic nonsense? Is it really that big a deal? Today we have homosexuals well entrenched in our society, and nobody seems to mind. In fact many churches say that is ok now. With my knowledge on the composition of the bible and the lack of real proof of God’s own voice on the subject, what can we really say? In the end I only argue common sense should prevail, and your own convictions and inner voice. There are a lot of sexual freedoms now, and I think that will always be part of society from now on. We won’t ever be going back to the Victorian era, and the restrictive ways of the past. X rated porn is here to stay, and they are the facts of life. What I do know, though, is that VDs aka STDs or STIs are a permanent part of the landscape, and a fool practices unsafe sex with every Tom, Dick and Harry. So whatever your practices on this issue, be bloody careful.
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I probably had my first cigarette in my teens. But I can’t really remember. In fact, it might have been my early 20s. So far I have smoked about 20 to 30 cigarettes in my life and drunk about 50 to 100 cans of beer in my life. I am not actually really trying to abstain from beer – it is just that I don’t really like the stuff very much. I do like cigarettes, but plan on never taking them up seriously, as I know all to well the dangers. But once or twice a year I will have a smoke, little enough to ensure I do no real damage. I got weighed just the other day and came in at 154 KGs. Quite a bit, but funnily enough down on the last weighing. I have been up over 160 KGs previously. My diet, and the fact I now drink quite a bit of water, is gradually and slowly wearing down my weight. The way I am going, 3 or 4 years from now I expect I might be under 140 KGs. I am hoping for that. Being health, of course, is a big part of life. It seems for so many that it is a major preoccupation and for the other half a non-issue. But we are probably all concerned in some way. God’s plan is for us mainly to eat fruits and vegetables and various plants, and he started us off on that. Later he gave Noah permission to eat meat, and we can do that as Noahides as long as we drain off the blood. Nobody is supposed to eat blood. All of this is meant to support our life and make us healthy. Of course, we don’t have access to the tree of life, as we can’t get back to the garden. I pray that God feeds me that fruit spiritually, and I pray that a lot, and hopefully he does. I really enjoy life these days and want as long a life as I can possibly get. Of course, we need to be healthy and because of this I make sure I don’t smoke or drink too much, and I try to gradually improve my eating habits as the years go by. I am even slowly thinking about vitamin tablets as an option to consider.
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My brother Gregory was probably my best friend for most of my young life. I teased him a bit too much I think, and was a bit bossy an older brother, but I really did like him, and am grateful I had him as a brother growing up. We used to play cricket together in the back yard quite a lot, and across the road with the neighbours boy as well. Greg has a boy, James, now. James really is a ‘Daly’ and is like his grandfather with a quiet nature. I have never been married, but would like to one day. At 37 I realize I am not getting any younger, but still hope to meet a nice lady to have children with. Of course God told Noah to populate the earth, and I am willing to do my bit, but just haven’t found the girl I connect with yet. Hopefully one day. Gregory is married to a Philippino lady called ‘Christie-Mae’ who was born on Christmas Day. They seem to get along, and I enjoy having her in the family. They are in Perth now, were they will build a house, so I won’t see him a lot in the future. But he is my favourite sibling, and I wish the best for him.
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I have listened to hundreds, possibly over a thousand, CDs in my life. With my schizophrenia I am in the habit of getting rid of them in some way, but I have a large knowledge of many musical artists. I have many favourite albums, but some of them would include: Bon Jovi – New Jersey, Def Leppard – Hysteria, Kings X – Faith, Hope, Love, Spice Girls – Greatest Hits, Britney Spears – The Singles Collection, AC DC – Back in Black, DC Talk – Jesus Freak, Cheri Keaggy – My Faith Will Stay, Rebecca St James – God & Susan Ashton – A Distant Call. I love music, can listen to it all day, and hopefully always will. I myself have composed a number of basic classical piano pieces, and hope to eventually have a small compilation CD put together. It will go on ‘Myspace’ if I ever get the project done.
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Anyway, I will close this third chapter with a slice of wisdom. ‘Whatever you do, do well.’
All the best. Daniel
End of Chapter Three
Chapter Four
(Written Tuesday, 6th of April, 2010 CE, early in the morning)
It has been quiet enough the last few weeks since writing the last chapter. I finalized the cleaning of my flat down in Cooma (Unit 4 / 194 Sharp Street) were I had just finished a six month lease. I signed the bond release form and hopefully they will find it all up to scratch. I have lived away from home (my parent/s) a number of times over the years, but due to lack of marriage have usually ended up back with them. My first time away from home was in 1995 when I joined the Potters House Christian Church in November of that year. I had been witnessed to by Tammy Saunders and the church had some established group houses for its younger tween members. I stayed at a place on McFarland Crescent in Pearce in the Woden district, just up from the Pearce Shops and community hall were the Church met at that time. Since then they changed locations to Civic in the Griffin centre for a while, and now down at a primary school in West Kambah. They have had pastor’s come and go, and the original pastor that I was baptized under, Philip East, is now in Indonesia I think, still at his gospel work, with a different church. I lived in the men’s group house with Brenton White, Scott Boswell, Rama Vaa and Craig Holford. Craig Holford, along with his wife Raelene, are the only ones still attending the Canberra Potters House church from the days I attended the church (1995 to 1996, for about 1 year). Brenton has a twin, Chris White, who is still a friend I see every now and again. Scott was the main guy responsible for my induction in a sense into the group house and into Potters House, but I got along best with Rama Vaa, a Samoan fellow who was at university. In the women’s group house, which was just down the street a little, there was Deonie (who later married Scott) Tammy Saunders (who later married a fellow named Mal Makkinga who had come into the church and who developed a close friendship with myself), Camille and Sofya Sharaf, who I had a crush on, who later married Sung Taing who was in the church with her for a while. I was in the group house briefly, and then had another psychotic episode, wandering the bush, and then returning home to live with my mother for a while. But I returned to the group house and the church, before living with Brenton White in the ‘Wall’ in Mawson for a little while. After my year in Potters House I went to the United Pentecostal Church in the next suburb of Chifley, and moved to a flat in ‘Chifley House’ on Eggleston Crescent. I was in that flat for a year or so. After that I moved into a flat in Greenhaven Court in Hughes in Woden, just opposite the Hughes Jehovah’s Witnesses Kingdom Hall. I attended the ‘Baptist Church’ in Hughes on and off for a little while, and a few visits to the Kingdom Hall. In January 1999 living in Hughes I became a Noahide, and the following year in 2000 I began writing ‘Morning Stars’. I was offered a ‘Package’ in 2000 due to lack of duties for my position, but I could tell the Schizophrenia problem was perhaps the main issue as to why my duties had dwindled. I had been hospitalized a number of times by then. I returned to 29 Merriman Crescent in Macarthur in 2000, not long before I took my package. In 2001 I lived in Cooma on Baron Street for a six month lease, but was only there a few months before I had another episode and took off for Melbourne. I stayed briefly with June Cantrell the Noahide who was a friend of mine (and of Frances Makarova ie Rachav), before being hospitalized in the Dandenong Hospital. Just before leaving Cooma I remember (as I had no television) going into the newsagents and seeing the paper of the 911 incident with the twin towers. I returned to Canberra after my hospitalization, and never really went back to Cooma to live to finish off the lease. It was cleaned and I stayed in Cooma since then. I was not hospitalized again until January/February 2008 (7 years reasonably well) and have not been since that time. In 2007 I returned to live in Cooma at, this first time, unit 3 / 194 Sharp Street, which is the front unit on the right. Returning back to Canberra I had published in paperback form, just after my father’s death, Morning Stars and Ye Olde Devil. I was hospitalized just a little later. I stayed then at Ainslie Village in the ‘Lodge’ for a few weeks, then my mother let me return home. And then, since October 2009 till just the other day I had a lease for, this time, unit 4 / 194 Sharp Street, which is the front unity on the left. Small world huh. But I didn’t stay there a huge amount, and returned to live in Canberra for much of the lease. I was just too lonely there in the end (although I was coping with it) and missed my newly acquired friends from the Mental Health Tuggeranong Drop in Centre. One of the friends I have met in the drop in centre is ‘Marcus Low’. He is from an Asian family, but he has a normal Australian English accent so I assume he was probably born in Australia. Recently, at Woden Bus Interchange, I ran into him and asked him to write a story about an Angel for me. We had discussed the idea of him writing stories for my website previously, and his story can be seen on the ‘Contributing Authors’ section of the main page.
That is all for now. All the best to everyone reading this ongoing dialogue.
The End of Chapter Four
Chapter Five
(Written Friday 9th of April 2010 AD/CE)
I printed off my first 2 printer copies of ‘Jack Dagger – Skull and Crossbone’ yesterday at Tuggeranong library. I haven’t printed off hard copies of most of my stuff, and am now getting around to it. In this new electronic world, with computer memory and internet websites, it hasn’t really become necessary to print off actual paper copies. I have 2 USB drives were I save my writings, and I think that is an absolute essential necessity these days with the ways hard drives so often crash and you can lose data. I remember, when working in AQIS, hearing about the term ‘The Paperless Office’. There was a seminar given on this at work and one of the senior workers took it so seriously that he assumed they no longer wanted printed copies of things, and just worked electronically. An ironic statement I once heard it that in the new electronic environment, the paperless office uses more paper than ever before. But such is life. My first close female friend, who I guess in hindsight was a girlfriend, but I have never called any girl my girlfriend so far, was ‘Louise Roseman’ back in year 11 at Monaro High School in Cooma. She had a crush on me and scratched ‘XAD’ into her arm, that being my nickname which I used as the signature for the high scores on various video games played at the Cooma Video Game Arcade. We kissed at ‘Peter Dradrach’s’ and, while I learned she was ‘Easy’, we never had sexual relations. Just around that time I was at the Cooma Show with my group of friends and I went on the dodgems for quite a while with a blonde girl from year 10 named Jenny. I remember at school boasting to Mark Post that I only went with Jenny to make Louise jealous. But that was actually all bravado, and completely untrue, since I just made it up at the time. I was in no way trying to make Louise Jealous. Jenny had written me a porno letter, and I was still scared of such intimacies at that age – I think, looking back, I was trying to escape the friendship with Jenny in some way. Jenny was a nice girl, but not for me. There was, interestingly, another Jenny in year 11 called ‘Jenny Cheetham’ who told me she ‘Knew’ there was a God. It was one of my first ‘God’ conversations, and one of the things which propelled my teenage mind to search for God. I rung up Jenny’s mum just a few years ago and got back in touch with Jenny. Her father died just around that time, and while she was working in New Zealand, she came back to Canberra briefly and we caught up. I was way to strong in my comments about Jesus and Christianity not being true, and I put her off any future friendship, which I regret. I really like her, and I had a crush on her back in high school. She had changed a lot though. When I started attending CIT in 1993 to 1995 doing the ‘Associate Diploma of Business in Office Administration’, I ended up making a lot of close female friends, because the course was mainly filled with females. One of the girls was ‘Ariel Cheng’ who told me she was a Christian. She was a very quiet and gentle girl, from Taipei, and I ended up going to the place she was staying to talk with her the afternoon before I had my accident the following day. That afternoon I bought a Good News Bible and returned to faith. Other girls I studied with at CIT and remember were Nary Ly, Caroline Blanc (who I think works in Tuggeranong), Lindy Barham (who was a close friend) and Lee Chiu. Lee Chiu was my second close female friend, and when she returned to Hong Kong we wrote letters to each other for a while. But she was never quite my girlfriend either. When I went to UPC I proposed to ‘Ann Kim’, but I was having a psychotic episode at the time (which she might not have known) and she said ‘Later’. I ended up leaving the church, and haven’t seen Ann Kim in years, but in reflection she was definitely not the one for me. Too differing personality types and theological beliefs. But it was only a brief friendship with her, and while we kissed a few mornings (as we walked down from Chifley to Woden to go to work) I had never called her my girlfriend either. It was mainly a brief romantic fling. We never had sex though. Later on in that church I was interested in Becky Kent, and just before I left the church we were starting to sit together in service. But I ended up leaving UPC in 1998 because I didn’t believe Oneness theology. I think I was in UPC for about a year and a half. To Oneness believers I recommend 1 Corinthians 8:6 and John 17:3 which should teach you Jesus isn’t God. The logic of putting Matt 28 and Acts 2 is correct, but name simply means ‘Authority’. It doesn’t mean a literal name in the scriptural context. You see, in terms of the New Testament, Jesus receives the ‘Authority’ of the father, which means he received the ‘Name’ of the father, with the power (Name) to send the Holy Spirit. God revealed to me just after leaving Christian faith that worship of Jesus was extreme idolatry and carried a death penalty, but then told me later on, while I was considering that, to ‘Be in the Hearts of Men’. You see, while God has made his judgement on the issue, he tells me to have mercy, and look at the heart of the people in such churches, who are really just in error theologically, and simply don’t know any better. I have just started collecting old bibles, SVDP in Tuggeranong being a major place of purchase, were you can get them currently second-hand for $1. I particularly like finding ‘To Such and Such for your such and such’ in the front cover with a signed date and year. I am in the habit of putting my name and purchase date and signing these copies myself, just next to such markings. I like a record of who has owned such bibles – I think that is a good idea. In fact, with all the books I now buy, I sign and date them. For ‘The Da Vinci Code’ paperback I purchased from SVDP I wrote in a little plot idea for a Robert Langdon story in the front cover. The story is called ‘A Contract with the Devil’ and is set in Jerusalem.
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I read the ‘Belgariad’ by David Eddings way back in Cooma in around 1987/1988. A friend of the family had given us some books and ‘Pawn of Prophecy’ was amongst them. I read it as the second fantasy work I had read, and thought it was amazing. I went off to the library to find if they had the rest of the saga and was overjoyed to find they had all 5 books in the series. I read them astutely and thought they were incredible. This started my collecting of fantasy and science fiction novels and I read quite a number of works in those years. Recently David Eddings died (early 2009), and then just a few months ago I began writing ‘The Belzandramanian’ which is a fanfiction sequel to David Eddings ‘Belgariad’ and ‘Malloreon’ series. When I posted the first part of the story to a message board for Eddings on Google I found out he had died. The Belzandramanian is going to be a major 5 part series, as long as both the Belgariad and Malloreon, which are both 5 book series. I am working hard on it, and hopefully the readers will enjoy it. Anyway, recently my neice Georgia Bridges (my sisters daughter) started slowly righting a short story on my computer. She is only 10 years old and I thought the story was a good effort for Georgia. I edited the finally copy, but all the words are hers. You can read it at the contributing authors section.
Anyway, that’s all for now. All the best to everyone. Daniel
The End of Chapter Five
Chapter Six
(Written Monday 19th of April & Friday 23rd of April 2010 AD/CE)
This morning I have been working on my family tree, getting all the information out of my mother Mary. I want to ensure I get all the details I can in case anything unfortunate happens to her before time.
Here is an interesting genealogy, with sources, from internet records I have put together. From 105 back to 87 is Very Highly reliable, being part of the records of ancient Ireland which were carefully kept. Going from 87 back to 37 & 36 is reasonable data in my opinion. That Niall of the Nine hostages goes back to Milesius is commonly held to. From 37 back to 13 is questionable, but is the only data we have. Nennius table of nations, from my mind, may have been written by himself simply because of the popularity of the biblical genealogies, and 37 back to 13 which is from this source is highly questionable because of it. The names may be genuine to some degree (Perhaps he drew on traditional names floating around the nations) it is questionable on authenticity, and is probably reactionary to the Christian faith and demand, but it is all we have so I place it (as others do) as our official genealogy back to Adam and Eve, but held with a degree of suspicion. Whatever else, the amount of names going back to Adam is about the right amount historically. I was watching Benny Hinn this morning and they talked about Schizophrenia. The doctor who was on the show had been involved with research into the condition and claimed it was a lack of ‘Niacin’ in the diet which caused the lack of Brain nutrition, leading to the voices and schizophrenic symptoms. Vitamin D was called necessary to help improve people with this condition. I ate a lot of breakfast cereal when I was growing up, often twice a day, but this disappeared in my early 20s, when the depression entered in and the schizophrenia followed the depression. If what this doctor says is true, then my lifestyle choices fit the pattern. I will be trying Niacin for a while from now on and will let you know if my schizophrenic symptoms improve.
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I have been buying a lot of books and trading cards recently. When I am unwell I am unfortunately in the habit of destroying some of my possessions, and have lost many things because of it. But I have been praying recently that God would help me not to destroy my possessions and would cure me of schizophrenia. I think, with the new Vitamin D information, perhaps he has. Anyway, currently my bookcase is full of books, paperback and hardback, fiction and non-fiction, and I have a lifetime of reading ahead of me. I am also going to be collecting things like: CDs, Records, Trading Cards, Comics, China, Books, Stamps & Coins. I like collecting things, but presently finding room for them is starting to become a problem. I have resorted to purchasing large plastic boxes and storing things under the house. When I was in my teens living at 6 Bradley Street in Cooma I was given some fantasy books by a friend of the family, Gerard Bryant. David Eddings ‘Pawn of Prophecy’ was amongst them, and was the second fantasy book I read after ‘The Twilight Realm’. My favourite genre of fiction is usually fantasy, followed by Science Fiction. However, my own saga about Angels with the term ‘Angelic Spiritual Fiction’ would now be my favourite genre of fiction, and the stuff I enjoy writing the most and reading about. I am really hoping that my work ‘The Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ becomes the ‘Lord of the Rings’ of Angelic Fiction. Fingers crossed. Strangely, when I was very young, living in Berridale in NSW in Australia where I was brought up, I seem to remember something about an angel called ‘Ramiel’ for some strange reason. It is quite possibly just my extensive imagination in rethinking about my past youth, but that angel name rings a bell for some strange reason. I do remember we had rosary group meetings back at our Berridale house when I was very young, and perhaps the Angel’s name was mentioned then. Or, perhaps, I had angels talking to me when I was very young, and my mother often said that ‘Do you remember playing with the Angels?’ referring to before I was born. I had a dream about that recently, a dream which gave me the impression it was referring to a time before my birth, when I was in heaven. I was living in Cooma, of all places, and attended St Pats school, and was learning things. The dream seemed to be a flashback of my time in heaven, and I remember in the dream certain memories in my mind ‘Clicking’ to what the dream was showing. They seemed to be part of my inner memories, part of the very fabric of my being. Interestingly in my dream one of the Nuns told me ‘Your mother is going somewere and won’t be coming back,’ which the dream communicated to me as my mother going off to be born into the physical earth. I was at school with my St Pats school-friends in the dream, and I believe now that there is a world of dreaming, a world of heaven, which precedes all of our lives before earth, and which seems to follow it as well. Talking of dreams, for a number of recent years, tapering off after I prayed to God about it, I was having the most intense of dreams, ones in which I often felt like I was really alive in them, and they were so very real. I often tried to make the dreams last as long as they could, refusing to wake up in my dreams. I remember many scenes from many of my dreams, and I have dreamed about many celebrities funnily enough, as well as family and friends and many other faces I don’t yet recognize. Daniel’s are really supposed to have vivid dreams, and they are supposed to be interpreted by us as well. That is the gift of the book of Daniel for those who bear this name. Further, Daniel’s are supposed to be judges because Daniel means ‘Judge of God’ which means ‘God’s appointed Judge’ (To Judge others, not meaning Judging God himself).
That’s all for now. I will write more later.
The End of Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
(Written Saturday the 24th of April 2010 CE/AD)
I have decided in the last few days to try and keep a more comprehensive journal/autobiography on a far more regular basis. I want to record all the various activities I get up to so that in latter years for myself and any interested parties they can get a very detailed account of my life. Yesterday I was down at Chess for the Leisure Activities run by Mental Health Tuggeranong. The people who attend the various activities usually suffer from Mental Illnesses such as Depression, Anxiety, Bipolar, Schizo-effective disorder and Schizophrenia. This seems to be the general type of disorders they deal with for MHT. Conversations centre around a range of subjects, but naturally medication and the conditions are often talked about. Currently Risperdal and Seraquel are talked about as commonly used drugs by various people in the centre, and I am currently on a Risperdal Consta (injection) of 50 mg over every 2 weeks. When I first started on the medication back in the 1990s, first using Olanzapine from memory, I was on tablets. However I was never faithful to the tablets, as I couldn’t find consistency in taking them, and was hospitalized for my psychotic attacks a number of times. Eventually they put me on injections, and they have worked much better and I find it easier to remember getting a fortnightly injection as it is less often. I am reasonably ok at Chess, and have played it for many years. In fact, way back in Berridale when I was very young I remember my father Cyril teaching me the game and playing it with me. I used to play with Matthew to start with (I think) but definitely with Gregory over the years as we grew up. Greg has also become quite good at the game. Greg had a book called ‘The Chess Player’s Bible’ which Matt borrowed, but when Greg moved to Perth with Christie after selling their Calwell house just recently, he left the book behind with Matt and Matt didn’t want it so I asked Greg if I could have it and he gave it to me. Fortunately it is a good book and I am gradually learning strategy from it. I also had a big chess book given to me for either a birthday or Christmas present when I was younger, and I never really studied it in youth, apart from what they called ‘Pitfall number one’ which gave me a basic strategy to get a quick checkmate. But it only works against new players as experienced players spot it pretty quickly. I had a really nice chess set when I was a kid with big carved out pieces, which I managed to get from SVDP in Cooma were Dad worked and mum occasionally did volunteer work. Unfortunately I left it behind one time at a Galong spiritual retreat which Mum and Dad took the family on to the Catholic Monastery in Galong NSW (Up Past Yass). I recall going at least twice to this place I think, and one of the times I saw the movie ‘Highlander’ which became my favourite movie as a kid. In fact it was Troy Bobbin who took some of the kids to rent a video and I chose Highlander. Troy later became a priest and I was at his ordination. And when I was very young at a SVDP Camp on a property near Jerangle Troy Bobbin was an older boy who befriended me and we did an ‘Act’ together in the ‘Talent Night’ with another guy. It was a great camp and we played ‘Spotlight’ on one of the nights, with a torch out on the grass at night, with the object to make it down the grass to the base without being seen. I can’t remember for sure if I made it all the way down or not. I also remember walking to a river from the property. I remember asking ‘How long it would take us’ and was told it was one mile to the river and would take us about an hour, which was accurate. There was also a room which had people writing over the wall there names and band names and things like that, and I am pretty sure I remember writing ‘The Village People’ because along with Abba and Kiss they were about the only bands I had heard about at the time. I think a lot of the kids wrote about ‘Kiss’ on the wall, as they were a big thing at the time. I remember we had hot Milo for supper after dinner, and we slept in dorms. We had a big ‘Envelope’ hunt and I found a lot of them, and when they gave out awards at the end of the time there I was called ‘The great Envelope Hunter’ or something like that. It was mostly kids from Canberra and Queanbeyan and other regions who were on the camp, but I went with some other kids from my family. We also used to play in a hayshed on the hay, but I spotted a spider on the wall, and they took us out. But I later went and looked at the spider and it was dead so we started playing there again. I remember we were walking on a road and someone tuned in a radio and said ‘We have 2XL’ which was and still is the Cooma radio station. And I remember when I got there looking in my bag and looking at my socks and my bathroom items, as mum always had a toothbrush and toothpaste and soap put aside for us when we went on camps. This camp was in the 1980s while we were living in Cooma, and probably the mid to early 1980s. Anyway, I remember visiting an elderly lady in Cooma East which my mother knew and we played on my elaborate chess set. I won the game, but she had confused the Queen for the Bishop in the set, which is why I probably won. But I was so young and ambitious back then that I wouldn’t have let her take the move back probably – I have softened, though, but still have a degree of that attitude in me. Yesterday I got to chess in the morning. Adrian Harry Chan (I found out his middle name was Harry recently, and at the pool on Thursday, the day before yesterday, I have been teasing him calling him ‘Harry Potter’ and making wizard jokes) is the guy who picks me up in the MHT Van to take me to Swimming on Thursday afternoons and Chess on Friday mornings. I go each week and he usually picks me up around 10 to 11 in the morning, as sometimes he is early and sometimes a bit later. I played one game of chess with a guy called ‘Roary’ and I just lost, but it was a close game. Later I played Scrabble with Rebecca Hill and Tony Beer and another guy called Shane. It was the first time I had played Scrabble in the group, and they have been playing it for years, but I am not usually interested in Scrabble. I was trying hard in the game to win, and fortunately got my letters out in the end before the others, so ended up winning, to which I was grateful. But I probably won’t play scrabble that much more any more – it doesn’t usually interest me a great deal. I knew Rebecca Hill before getting involved with the MHT leisure program activities, having remembered her face from visits to Vision Pentecostal Christian Fellowship, were she attends, in Fyshwick. I couldn’t actually remembered were I first place her, but when we started talking for the first time and she mentioned Vision I knew it had been there were I had seen her. Rebecca works in Parliament House in Canberra in the mail room I think. She is in her mid 20s. Tony is in his 50s I think and no longer works. I receive the Disability Support Pension from Centrelink and a lot of people who attend the activities are also on the DSP, but not everyone. Names I know well now from the programs are ‘Rebecca Hill’, ‘Tony Beer’, ‘Marcus CCC’, ‘Marcus Low’, ‘Alun Dorahy’, ‘Michael Laird’, ‘Matthew Sanderson’, ‘Steve Mansfield’, ‘Jenny Cutting’, ‘Tania’ , ‘Elizabeth’, ‘Scott’, ‘Des’, ‘Rodney’, ‘Isaac’, ‘Kevin’, ‘Richard Glinka’, ‘Andrew Wojick’, ‘Richard’, and the workers ‘Carmel’ and ‘John’ and ‘Laura’ and ‘Adrian Chan’. They are all nice people and I am slowly developing some good friendships amongst them. Yesterday, though, I surfed the internet as they have a PC for the centre with internet access which I use quite often. I don’t have the internet connected at home at the moment, so use it in the library, in the hyperdome and at the centre mostly, as well as at some places in Civic occasionally. Apart from that I chatted a bit. I also printed off ‘I Love You, Always and Forever’, which is a short story I wrote the day before (Thursday Night) for Marcus CCC, dedicating it to him. Marcus CCC is a very generous and kind person and has been shouting me meals for a few weeks at some Tuggeranong Restaurants simply because he is so generous and I usually spend my money of my allowance all on the Thursday I get it, rarely trying to make it last for the fortnight. I told him I need to shout him as well but he asked ‘Just dedicate a Noahide Books story to me’ so I wrote it out and printed off 3 copies yesterday. Carmel, Matthew Sanderson, Rebecca Hill and Marcus read the story yesterday and they all liked it, getting some smiles about the second Marcus. Of course, this is the story in the previous chapter of this autobiography. Carmel had been speaking over the last little while about some tickets to Canberra Raiders football matches she had been able to acquire. She rang up the raiders and told them she wanted some free tickets for the leisure program and they were happy enough to provide her with 4 tickets for each match to various matches. I wanted 3 copies of the up coming Bulldogs match (as I have gone for the Bulldogs, I am pretty sure, since the late 1970s when living in Berridale) but Paul McNally from the programs, who is also a big Bulldogs fan claimed two of them. But I decided to take the two anyway. Last year me, my brother Gregory and my brother in law Alan and his son Ronan, all of us being Bulldogs fans, went to the match between the Bulldogs and the Raiders, which the Bulldogs thankfully won. It was the third Rugby League ARL/NRL match I had ever been to, the previous two being the same lineup, Raiders versus Bulldogs at Bruce Stadium in Belconnen. Third time is the charm, because the Bulldogs lost the first two matches I saw live, but we won the third one I saw. Anyway, Greg is now in Perth so I don’t need the fourth ticket, but I really wanted a third for young Ronan. We have decided (as I rang Alan just this morning) to try and get a ticket for Ronan in the same section as ourselves on one of the next numbers, as soon as the tickets go on sale to the general public. If we can’t get one near us I will simply buy any child’s ticket, and he can sit on Alan’s knee (which Alan suggested). It should be a good enough solution. But the tickets were free so I can’t complain. I am looking at the tickets right now and they are ‘Section Bay 14, Row PP, Seats 25 & 26’. They have the dates of Friday 25 – Monday 28 Jun 2010 on them because I think the Raiders don’t set the date till closer to the time, but Alan says (after looking the match up online) that it is for the Monday Night, the 28th of June. When I was a kid back in the very early 1980s and late 1970s I went for the Bulldogs always as my first time, but because Newtown Jets were also in blue (navy blue I think) I went for them as my second team. They left the competition after 1981 I think, but I found out they were in the Metropolitan cup as it was called, and are now still a team in the NSWRL competition, and I support them as my second team. Just a few years ago I decided the Raiders would be my third team as I was naturalized an Australian Citizen in Canberra, so I now go for the Canberra Raiders as my third Rugby League team in Australia. Of course, I go for the two Hull teams in the Super League competition in England. And I am anxiously waiting on the final 4 games of the Premier League Soccer competition in England, because I support the Hull City Tigers and they are third last at the moment, facing relegation. They only made it to the Premier League for the first time ever 2 years ago, after having been a club for over 100 years in the lower grade competitions. But they rose a lot in the last few years, having come from the fourth division of the overall competition (Ie Premier, Champions, I think 1st division and then 2nd division this being the fourth division I am talking about) and rising all the way up to Premier league in about 6 or 7 years. But they are finding Premier League challenging, as it should be. They are an ok side though, and even if they return to Champions next year, I think they have an excellent chance of returning to Premier League the following season. I go for the ‘Hull Ionian’s’ Rugby Union side, but haven’t gotten around to viewing the website that much, but intend to. I follow the English Cricket side very passionately and might finally see some of my first Test Match this year in the up and coming Ashes series against the Aussies in Australia. England currently holds the Ashes winning the last series in England 2 – 1 in 2007, but I don’t expect it to be an easy fight in the up and coming series. England will have to fight like hell to beat the Aussies in Australia, but I am hoping and praying for the best of results for us. I chose some Aussie Rules sides from the competitions apart from the VFL when I was a kid, and I still support ‘Glenelg’ in the South Australian competition and ‘Subiaco’ in the Western Australian competition. They will likely always be the teams I support in those competitions. In Australian basketball I went for the Canberra Cannons in the NBL, but they haven’t been in it for a while. But I won’t choose another side, and will support any future Canberra team, hopefully still called the Canberra Cannons. In the Super 14 Rugby Union competition I support the ACT Brumbies as my first team, but support the 3 other Aussie sides (NSW, Queensland and the Western Force) in all their games against the Kiwi and the South African Rugby Union sides. I think this year an Australian team might just win the competition. In the local ACTAFL competition I go for Queanbeyan, because when I was younger they were called the ‘Queanbeyan Honey Bunny Tigers’ because ‘Honey Bunny’ were their sponsors I guess. But I won’t change my team of choice, even though I will now go for Tuggeranong as my second team in the ACTAFL. In the Canberra Rugby Union competition I go for the Tuggeranong Vikings, and I support Tuggeranong in the Canberra Rugby League competition (I think they are called the Buffaloes). In the big AFL competition I have gone for Hawthorn since the early 1980s and will always have them as my number one team. Speaking of the Canberra Cannons, Phil Smythe was my favourite Basketball player as a Kid and he played for the Cannons for years, but then went off to the Adelaide 36ers. Anyway, from the free-throw line he hardly ever missed and I thought he was great. He wasn’t a tall player, but was pretty good. I remember he came to St Pats High when I was a kid and was showing us basketball tips. I didn’t get a chance to talk to him, but I was pretty chuffed in having seen him. I actually played basketball for St Pats in Primary school but only played a few games. I don’t think we ever won, and I was hopeless. I think I wore a red t shirt with number 15 on it. We were slaughtered once about 55 nil, but only had a few players on the team as the rest of the team hadn’t shown up. It was up at the Cooma basketball stadium, just up near the old St Pats infant school near the Snowy Hydro Electric Corporation, not far from were I lived. Right next to it is the Indoor Cricket centre were I played in the 1989 competition with my gang team and we won the B grade competition and I was selected to play in the A Grade comp that day. Mum has gone off shopping with Brigid my sister this morning. Currently it is school holidays and Madalene and Jayden and Georgia are down at the Chakola farm with their father David. Mum usually goes shopping on Sunday after 10 am church with Trish Kirby. Trish has been a friend of the family for many years now, and probably mum’s best friend. She is a mature lady and teaches Catholic lessons to the school of religion I think it is, or perhaps RCIA or something like that. Mum also taught the kids in schools for a little while. Trish has a degree in Theology from Australian Catholic University at the Signadou Campus in Watson in North Canberra. I studied Primary Teaching there in the early 2000s, but only completed 3 quarters of my first year subjects, giving up on it. I convinced myself that I wasn’t going to give the kids my best effort, but I think I’d had enough of study by then. Rebecca Bourke was a girl who stood out in my studies at ACU and we did a project together and I visited her place once in Belconnen. She had a cat with one eye. I remember talking to her about Noahide faith a few times. Right at this moment I am listening to Delta Goodrem’s album, ‘Innocent Eyes’ and the song ‘Running Away’ is playing, which is track number 11. Delta’s boyfriend (they might now be married, but I am not sure) Brian McFadden currently has the number one song in Australia. The song is ok, but I don’t think it is that great, and I only think it is number one because of his relationship with Delta, as she is very popular in Australia. She had 4 number ones from her Innocent Eyes album, which was a record. I think it was Kylie Minogue who had the previous record with 3 number ones from her first album back in the 1980s. Because of my Schizophrenia I destroy things I own a lot when I am psychotic, but have been concentrating a lot and praying a lot for this to end. In my current CD collection at home I own:
Delta Goodrem – Innocent Eyes
Dio – The Very Beast of Dio
Kelly Clarkson – One Minute CD Single
Dream – He Loves U Not CD Single
Cheryl Cole – 3 Words
Kate Miller-Heidke – Curiouser
Madonna – Something to Remember
AC DC – Let there be Rock
Billie Piper – Walk of Life
Tina Arena – In Deep
Cascada – Platinum
I am hoping this CD collection now lasts, and the psychosis diminishes and I return to normal.
Some of my very favourite Albums of all time (and I have listened to hundreds of them) are:
Bon Jovi – New Jersey
Bon Jovi – Slippery When Wet
Def Leppard – Hysteria
Madonna – Something to Remember
Cheri Keaggy – Child of the Father
Cheri Keaggy – My Faith will Stay
DC Talk – Jesus Freak
Rihanna – Good Girl Gone Bad
Lisa Loeb – Tails
Lisa Loeb – Firecracker
Lisa Loeb – The Way it Really Is
Kings X – Faith Hope Love
Spice Girls – Greatest Hits
Britney Spears – the Singles Collection
AC DC – Back in Black
Queensryche – Empire
Helloween – Chameleon
Helloween – Keeper of the 7 keys Part II
Iron Maiden – Fear of the Dark
Boom Crash Opera – These Here are Crazy Times
Queen – Absolute Queen
Seal – Seal
Jewel – Pieces of You
Alanis Morisette – Jagged Little Pill
Avril Lavigne – The Best Damn Thing
Taylor Swift – Fearless
Kelly Clarkson – Breakaway
& many more
I am catching up with my friends Chris White and Robert Preston tomorrow at Woden plaza food court at midday. I have known Chris and Rob since Potters house days in 1996 and while I see Rob every few weeks and have done ever since potters house days, I only catch up with Chris every year or so. But we speak a bit more often over the phone. Chris is married to an Asian lady named Ann who he met at a party. She was married at the time but had problems with her husband and I remember Chris saying she might divorce him, which she actually did and married Chris. Chris was dating another older Asian lady called Nim prior to this, but had problems with her. Chris likes to talk about issues relating to the book of Revelation in the New Testament, as does his twin brother Brenton who now lives in Townsville and works, I guess, still as a painter. Chris is a good guy, with a savage sense of humour, but is friendly and easy to get along with. We were going to live together briefly, but I had to pull out for personal reasons. Chris and Brenton are identical twins, but Brenton was in the habit of wearing a short beard so you could always tell them apart. Brenton also started using a diet shake or something like that and thinned down a lot, but Chris is still a little stocky like myself. I am currently 154 KGs, but hope to lose at least one kilo for my next weigh in with my mental health psychiatrist who weighs me when we meet up. I have been doing more exercise in the last few weeks and am being more faithful to it. I hope to get down to 153 or 152 and over the next few years intend to work carefully to eventually get under 100 KGs if I can. I am getting a bit more in control of my diet as a grow up and mature so things are looking good in the long term. Chris plays the keyboard somewhat and might be quite good by now. I started playing the keyboard seriously back in Lake Tuggeranong College were I studied music, and ended up composing a lot of my own basic classical pieces. We don’t have a keyboard at home anymore and when Greg moved to Perth he took his piano with him. But when I have access to a piano or keyboard I usually sit down and play an improvised piece – just messing around, which is all I really need to do anymore with it. Robert Preston is married to ‘Michelle’. They don’t have any kids together, but Robert has a daughter called ‘Rachael’ from a previous relationship, who now has a daughter of her own so Robert is now a Grandfather. Rob is about 40, just a few years older than me. He lives in Weston Creek. For years now we have been seeing each other every few weeks, and often go on outings. We used to go canoeing a lot when he had a canoe, but most of the time we head down to KFC in Tuggeranong or some other place for a meal and chat. He has helped me move my stuff a lot and is a good and faithful friend. Well, I have spoken about my dreams before, and I thought I would share some of the things I have dreamed about of famous people. Freddy Mercury from Queen singing a song ‘Life is Like a Jigsaw, It’s Unreal’, which he never sung on earth. Bon Jovi singing a song with the line ‘If the People say its alright, well its alright’ which they have never sung on earth. A Bon Jovi song which I now remember dreaming about before when I was a kid, from the New Jersey Era of songwriting, but which they never sang on earth. Queen singing a song ‘Queen says Fuck’ which they have never sung on earth. Def Leppard singing a song about me as Lucifer which they have never sung on earth. At least 2 other very cool Def Leppard videos I saw in my dreams, but the band on earth do not sing. In a dream snippets of a Kasey Chambers album, going quickly through many of the songs. They were very cool, but I don’t think she has released them on earth.
Well, that is all for today. I hope to write again very soon.
The End of Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
(Written on Monday the Third of May & Tuesday the Fourth of May 2010 AD/CE)
Here are some of my suggestions.
Noahides (and everyone else for that matter) should strive to maintain permanent genealogical records. And with the advent of the online world and computer memory we have the ability to store practically endless amounts of information, meaning: People should take it as a lifelong obligation to keep a record of their life in autobiographical form and arrange for this to be kept permanently in the family record. A good idea is to arrange for a free www.angelfire.com or www.facebook.com or www.myspace.com website and put all your relevant information into these web-pages and arrange for your offspring to permanently have the password details for accessing these websites and maintaining these websites. These websites can in turn link to their offspring, and so on, for all future generations. It is also a good idea for all your life’s story to be placed on such websites for future generations to read about. Every child of Noah has an interesting life story and all peoples lives are worth reading about. I think it would be a good idea if the United Nations formed a worldwide family tree department and attempted to have as many willing nations contribute their genealogical records to form a permanent family tree for mankind. These should be kept in an online environment, accessible by the general public, with the opportunity for people to contribute their own autobiographical information as well as family photos and videos. I think this is an area of Government input which citizens would welcome and not object to paying tax dollars for the maintenance of. Wouldn’t it have been awesome growing up if you could have accessed an online database of your family tree and read about all the exploits of your great-great-great grandfather or your great-great-great-grandmother, and so on, all kept in an online autobiographical and biographical section. 4th of May It was raining this afternoon. Thunder was booming in long bursts at a distance, and lightning struck. I have always liked the rain – it brings forth feelings of security when locked inside my home, safe away from the harsher realities of the fury of nature.
God created nature and, I suppose, in many ways it reflects God himself and not just his fertile imagination. He is a God of wonder and power, of fury and might. When he appeared to Israel at Mt Sinai he surrounded the top of the mountain with thunder and lightning. What this meant to the Israelites was a witness of a God of Power and Might – a God not soon to be forgotten. Perhaps one of the strongest testimonies to the truth of the God of Israel is in how so many of the other deities, which the Hebrew God calls ‘idol’s’ have come and gone and been all but forgotten by the world. Sure, we still bandy about the Roman and Greek god names in legendary story telling, but nobody seriously believes in their existence any more. And as for all the ancient Canaanite gods most people can’t even name one. Yahweh, the Lord, the God of Israel, seems to have stayed around in the imagination of humankind for some reason. For some reason this particular deity has imprinted himself on the hearts and minds of humans with the belief that he is the true God and creator of all that is. Either, for some strange reason, this particular religion has some sort of appeal which speaks to many, or it just may be what it claims – the truth. When Yahweh spoke to me in a dream in Goulburn about a decade ago he spoke with a voice which emanated pure, flawless truth. It is not just a voice which I sensed I could trust and would not lie to me in this sense, but you could sense the literal spiritual truth of the voice. That is what Yahweh himself is like – pure, unadulterated truth. I believe Yahweh is ONE – that is how he communicated himself to me. He is not some confusing triune deity of the majority of Christian belief. He is a being of singular nature in the same way human beings, made in his image, are likewise one singular human person. And, in fact, the New Testament teaches this truth as did the Christian church to begin with. I lived in Cooma from 1980 to 1990 – the decade. My family lived at 6 Bradley Street in Cooma. The family attended the Catholic Church every Sunday for the whole decade, whereas I myself left the church in about 1988, no longer believing in Christianity and not really believing in God very much. The Catholic Church in Cooma is St Patrick’s Church, and I attended St Patrick’s school from Kindergarten through to Year 10, first travelling in from Berridale and then walking to school every day from 6 Bradley street. In 1989 I attended Monaro High School in year 11 for one year, before the family moved to Canberra in late 1989 I think (or possibly very early 1990). I still have strong memories of year 11 in Cooma. For the previous couple of years I had finally found friendships, never having found any at St Pats of any reasonable length, making new friends with the kids from the public school system who I have talked about already. We used to hang at Peter Dradrach’s house mostly, but were very rarely at my house or occasionally at Damien Asanovsci or Michael Werle or Michael Gratwick’s house. Peter had a Commodore 64 computer and we played it constantly in the late 1980s, also going to the Arcade parlour all the time at this point. We played various arcade games at the arcade parlour which was on Bombala street a couple of hundred metres down the road from Peter’s house. And, of course, just down from his house was the Rotary Oval were we did our cricket training, playing in the nets a heck of a lot over a few summers. In 1989, the year before I left for Canberra, it was the time we played the Indoor cricket competition and won the B Grade competition. It was a time when my life was very full with my friendships, friendships which had not really been there in a major way in earlier years, perhaps apart from Peter Collins who lived opposite us on 6 Bradley Street, and I grew up a lot and found out about people and relationships. In year 11 Louise Roseman had a crush on me and carved ‘Xad’ onto her arm which was my nickname from computer arcade games and fantasy games (a shortened version of my made up ‘Xaddadaxx’). Berridale was my very early youth, from 1972 to 1980. Cooma was my childhood from 1980 to 1990. But I achieved proper adulthood and became a man living in Canberra from 1990 onwards, and that is were most of my fundamental spiritual growth and maturity came from. I had pinched a lot growing up, and in our gang we pinched things from shops a bit. We were not innocent lambs of God. But I always knew our particular group, which listened to a lot of heavy metal and hard rock from the 1980s, were still good kids and we were not an aggressive gang in any way and we never really made any trouble for people. A very few minor incidents but never any real problems. Looking back we were ok kids and in my relationship with God today he never brings up any problems from my youth. I was a little bit of a devil, but I was alright in the end. I liked Louise a bit, but I liked Jenny Cheetham more, who was a girl in my year (Louise was a bit younger) who was from the Public system, as I never knew her in St Pats, and while I never dated her or anything like that, my heart really yearned for her for a few weeks. I met her again in a Revival Fellowship meeting in Tuggeranong a few years back after she returned from New Zealand for her dad’s funeral. She had changed, and my feelings for her were not the same, but I still liked her quite a lot. She’d been married since, but had divorced. But she was keeping her married name so there was no future for us possibly. Besides, she didn’t agree in any way with my Noahide beliefs, and I was possibly too antagonistic in some of the things I said to her. But such is life – it is never always smooth sailing.
That is all for now. I will write again in a while.
Best wishes to those reading this ongoing work. Daniel.
The End of Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
10th of June 2010 AD/CE / 6174 SC
Today was the 10th of June 2010 AD/CE or 6174 SC as I like to call it. I have decided today that Haven Noahide Fellowship should keep historical records in an online format as well as in a published paper format as our own history of the world and Noahide relevant issues.
Here are my activities for this day.
Just after 2.30 this morning I went down to the service station at the Chisholm shops to use the St George ATM. My money sometimes comes in after 3.30 in the morning, but sometimes after 2.30. Today it was in after 2.30. I bought a cottage pie from the station (which I do a lot on Thursday mornings, early, when I go for my money) as well as a glass bottle of Coca Cola, which is currently sitting on my desk near my, now having been drunk). I purchased the CD’s from the Service station of ‘AC/DC – Back in Black’ as well as ‘Queen – Absolute Greatest.’ They both cost over $20. They had a copy of Metallica’s self titled album, and later on when I was at home I was thinking over how the ‘Back in Black’ album and ‘Metallica’s’ self titled album were basically flawless albums as I saw it, both with black covers, and both having symbols relating to Satan. I spent time when I got home, first listening to the Queen album, and listening to most tracks until about track 10 when I skipped them a little and changed to the AC/DC album. I remember looking at the songwriters for the various Queen songs and noting, as I have noted in the past when I had most Queen CDs at a time, that each of the four members of the band had written at least one decent hit, and that each member contributed to a real band as I saw it. I remember looking at the picture from the First Greatest hits album in the folio and thinking it was a classic photo.
Later on, just after 6, I headed off to the bus stop to catch the early bus to Tuggeranong. I caught the 67. The 65 comes at a very similar time each morning, and I usually prefer this one as it gets to Greenway just a little bit quicker. There was a girl at the bus stop who I recognized from yesterday, and she asked the 67 bus driver about the 65. I caught the 65 yesterday with her and she got off at Mackillop catholic school. I think she is a teacher or something. When I got to Tuggeranong Hyperdome I ordered a Caramel latte and noticed the girl who worked there again. I have been g0ing to the coffee shop on Anketell street on the Hyperdome which is open from about 6 and there has usually been a guy working at that time. But the last couple of times it has been a girl. She is of average looks and I thought about her as a potential girlfriend as I do about all the girls on the bus and who I see in the streets. I measure them up and assess wether I would be interested. She was medium in looks, and I didn’t really fancy her. I ordered a grande $5 latte and went into the hyperdome to use the Internet. There are Internet stalls which take coins and credit cards which you can use whenever the Hyperdome is open. I have a username, which I can’t tell here, and a password I use all the time now. When online I emailed Naomi Samadi from Haven Noahide Fellowship in India. I also paid my regular credit card bills for my go MasterCard. One bill was just over $70 and the other I paid just over $92. The bills come each month. After that I think I did some updating to my Noahide websites, as well as checking my email and my myspace accounts. Most days I check my webhits for my Noahide Books website, and I can’t remember how many I got today but they were a decent amount of hits. After that I went shopping. I bought 4 magazines and 2 scratchies from the Hyperdome Newsagent. The Magazines were ‘Goddess Number One’ (X 2 copies), Heart of the Earthmother Volume 3 (I also have number 1 and 2) and a copy of Antiques and Collectable. On one of the scratchies I won $4 which is the amount I had spent on them. I rarely win a decent amount. Then I went off to Revolution CD with the plan of buying some CDs, but instead I bought a milkshake and went to the library. Oh, earlier, after the magazines, I bought 3 cds and 2 cd holders from Kmart. The cds were a double pack of Avril Lavigne (Let Go & Under My Skin) and Evanescence ‘Fallen’. The CD holders cost $5 each and are durable plastic ones. When I got to the library I spent ages printing off, for the first time with the exception of Ye Olde Devil and Morning Stars, a printing each of Volumes 0 to 10 as well as volume 13. So most of the saga is now officially printed in A4. The printings are in my room here in Macarthur. I spent a lot of money on the printings, and went to my bank to get out extra funds to print as much as possible. I will finish off the final printings soon. I got home, wrote a few more stories, updated my website and then returned to Tuggeranong to upload the updates as well as printing off ‘The Rainbow Bible’ with the little money I had left. This was the actual first printing ever of my ‘Rainbow Bible’. On the way to Greenway for the second time I was having fun giving funny names to various trees and signs and other things, just for the sake of humour and the voice which speaks to me using my voice. I think it is God or a spirit or something, and not my subconscious. Remember, I am a schizophrenic. When I got home I had my dinner (which was stew, and quite nice) and did some more work, wrote volume 20 of the Noahide version of the Chronicles, and then started typing this chapter. While typing this chapter I have been listening to my CD Cascada ‘Platinum’. And that is were I am up to, so I will finish this chapter now.
The End of Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
11th of June 2010 CE/AD / 6174 SC
Today’s Activities
Very tired last night. Slept erratically as usual. Got up this morning when Adrian Chan arrived and went off for my weekly chess club at the Mental Health Leisure Program at the Southern Cross Stadium in Greenway near the Hyperdome. Didn’t actually play any chess today but mostly used the Internet and uploaded latest writings from late last night. Brought along 3 CDs to play at the centre – AC/DC ‘Back in Black’, Daughtry, Rogue Traders ‘Better in the Dark’. They were well received by most. Had pizza for lunch with the group and a can of Coke – Adrian paid for me, and I promised to pay him back later. We used to go to a café down next to Lake Tuggeranong College for lunch but that is currently being remodelled. Met Justin Angold, who is a Noahide, and I gave him the time and date for the first meeting of Haven Noahide Fellowship in Canberra, which is scheduled for the 3rd of July on Saturday from 11-11:30 till late in the afternoon. I am going to pray for a reasonable turnout, but it might end up just being me and Justin. But that is ok, because it has to start somewhere. This afternoon I listened to Queen ‘Absolute Greatest’ again and had a nap. I was quite tired. Then later I reorganized the Index page for Noahide Books and removed Volume 20 & 21 which were 2 Daniel stories and have instead put them into a new title called ‘Anthology’ which will be the Noahide Version of the Anthology tales for Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. I have now 2 versions for the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. The Jewish Version which is now complete from Volume Zero to Volume Thirteen. The Noahide Version uses the same first 5 volumes (zero to four) and then includes ‘Ye Olde Devil’ but then goes into ‘Rachel’s Lament’ with Rachel Smith INSTEAD of Rachel Rothchild who was in ‘Rachel Daughter of Eve’. Thus, the Noahide Version of the Chronicles is a separate universal tale. ‘Lucy Smith’ is part of the ‘Jewish Version’ while ‘Lucy Potter’ is part of the ‘Noahide Version’. I also began ‘Valandriel’s Little Adventure’ which I will finish tomorrow. Currently I am listening to ‘The Offspring – Splinter’ and the song ‘Hit That’ is playing. I bought the CD Single when the album first came out, but just bought the album recently from Sanity records at the Hyperdome for $10. I was listening also to Avril Lavigne’s ‘Let Go’ album today and I noticed some quite interesting lyrics in the song ‘Things I’ll never say.’ Quite cool, Avril. Quite cool. That will do for today.
The End of Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
12th & 13th of June 6174 SC (2010 AD/CE)
The 12th – Activities
Went to library in Erindale today to update websites. Met William Chol on the bus, an African guy who goes to Lake Tuggeranong College, who introduced himself to me at the bus stop the other week. He invited me to his house in the afternoon to watch some world cup soccer, but I was too busy. At the library I began ‘Haven Noahide Fellowship World News’ (http://hnfworldnews.angelfire.com ) and intend to update this page as regularly as possible. It is just Haven’s record of world affairs. I get the data from the Newspaper. When I got home I put together some new Chronicles of the Children of Destiny websites. I started http://cotcodcatholicversion.angelfire.com (NOW DELETED)which has some original material in the Chronicles intended for Catholics, as well as http://cotcodchristianversion.angelfire.com (NOW DELETED) which has some original material in the Chronicles intended for Christians. I also have some planned for other religious groups which I am currently working on. These differing versions are for the specific religious groups they are written for, with their beliefs and doctrines taken into consideration. I returned to the library later in the day and uploaded those two websites with their documents, if people want to check them out. There is some original info on them, but not a huge amount yet. When I got home I did a lot more writing, and then went to bed. I listened to various CDs from my collection throughout the day.
The 13th – Activities
Didn’t do much today. Quite tired. I was going to go to the library, but decided to put it off until tomorrow, when I can also drop in to the leisure program in Greenway. I worked on ‘Archangel Michael’ which is one of the volumes for http://cotcodwatchtowerversion.angelfire.com being the intended website for Jehovah’s Witnesses. Also, last night I wrote a short sequel to ‘The Gathering’ called ‘New Conflicts.’ Both of these stories will feature on the JW’s website.
Currently I am listening to Kelly Clarkson’s album ‘All I ever Wanted.’ My nieces Madalene and Georgia have stayed over for the weekend and have been playing video games and watching movies. Nothing much else happened today.
The End of Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
This
is the final chapter of my initial autobiography. This autobiography
now goes into the foundational ‘Rainbow Bible’ of Haven
Noahide Fellowship. If you are familiar with the Bible you will know
it has historical information of early Israel. In the fledgling
Noahide world Haven feels itself responsible to produce an ongoing
series of Bibles on a decade by decade basis, filled with spiritual
wisdom and historical information on all the children of Noah –
mankind. It is the intention of myself and Haven that the first
‘Rainbow Bible’ be produced sometime in 2011 CE/AD (or
6175 SC). After this point the second Rainbow Bible in 2016 AD/CE (or
6180 SC) and the third in 2026 AD/CE (or 6190 SC)and the fourth in
2036 AD/CE (or 6200 SC) and so on and so forth forever. For the 2016
Rainbow Bible I will be revising this autobiography and rewriting it
in a more comprehensive and historically chronological manner,
including all the history of my life as well from 2011 up till 2016.
For more information on ‘The Archives of Haven Noahide
Fellowship’ please read Sermon 50 in the Spiritual Devotional
Series of the ‘Rainbow Bible’. I will now leave off the
writing of this autobiography, which will be published in the Rainbow
Bible 2011 edition. NEW NOTE: This information has been added
on Monday 19th of January
2015, but is dated from July 2011, and placed here as the most
appropriate place for it. Karaite
faith is the faith of the Hebrew Bible. It is the faith of adhering
to the principles, laws and teachings of the Hebrew Bible and
applying them to one's life. The Hebrew Bible is also known as the
Jewish Bible, the Tanakh, and by Christians as the Old Testament.
There are 24 books of the Hebrew Bible, which also includes 5 books
combined as the Megiloth and a number of the Minor prophets combined
into one book. Thus, while it comprises the same material as the
standard protestant bible of 39 books, a number of books in the
Hebrew canon are merged together into the Megiloth and the minor
prophets. The Hebrew bible chronicles a history of mankind in
its own words, from the creation of the universe in the first chapter
of the first book of the bible - genesis - up until the end of
Israel's kings in 2 Chronicles. The Hebrew Bible is divided
into 3 main sections - the Torah the Neviim and the Kethuvim, which
in English are the Torah Law of Moses, the Prophets and the
Writings. In Karaite tradition it is taught that this historical
set of books combined as a 'Bible' is inspired by the creator of the
universe - Yahweh, who is God. Karaite Judaism has differing
ways of interpreting the inspiration of the Bible, varying from
individual to individual, as in Karaite Judaism it is stressed the
importance of individual interpretation of the scriptures, which
would logically lead to diverse opinion on the exact nature of the
inspiration of the text. Haven Noahide fellowship is Karaite in
the sense that we adhere to the very same Hebrew Bible as the basis
of our faith. It is the scripture of the fellowship - the blueprint
for finding faith as a descendant of Noah - and in the same way
Karaite Jews utilize it to find their pathway in relation to the will
of God, Haven Noahide Fellowship as a Karaite Noahide Fellowship uses
it in the same manner - as particular, though, to the Noahide rulings
and way of life as taught in the Hebrew Bible. This doctrine of
Karaite Noahide faith can be found in my other online video
presentations. Karaite Noahides are not the only Noahides. In
fact, Karaite Noahide faith, being known as such, is largely my
personal invention. In terms of historical Karaite Noahides there do
not appear to be any who have existed from my own research into
history from online sources. It is true that there have been
converts from the gentile world to Karaism over the centuries, and in
a pre-conversion state they would be Karaites in training to be
Jewish, and could possibly be identified in hindsight as 'Karaite
Gentiles' or the likes. Karaite Judaism, in general, frowns on the
idea of Noahide faith, believing it to be the invention solely of
Rabbinic Judaism. This is not true. Haven Noahide fellowship bases
its Noahide concepts solely on the Hebrew Scriptures and do not
follow the Talmudic approach to Noahide faith. Currently, the
Karaite Jewish organisation 'Malkut Yehudah' teach a basic approach
to Karaite Noahide faith. This information has appeared recently
online. Thus, there now is precedent in the Karaite Jewish world for
a Karaite Noahide position. However, I, personally, have
identified essentially as a Karaite Noahide since the year 1999 in
the common era or the Christian calendar. Thus, I have been calling
myself primarily a Karaite Noahide for the last 12 years. In
this 12 years there have been very brief periods were I have
identified as 'Creationist Deist' and 'Ecumenical Karaite'. These
periods have lasted for as much as a few days, perhaps a few weeks at
time, but never lasted too long in the end. There have also been
brief periods were I have strongly considered some arguments from
Christianity. Ultimately, though, I would say for at least 95% of the
last 12 years I have identified primarily as a Karaite Noahide. I
have worked through nearly all of my faith questions about this issue
and have generally concluded I fit in the Karaite Noahide faith
position. Finally, I have also considered the 'Torah Noahide' or the
'Samaritan Noahide' position of solely the 5 books of Moses as the
Scripture of authority, and also the Hexateuch or the first 6 books
of the Bible, which includes the 5 books of Moses as well as the book
of Joshua as my faith positions. But, as I have said, for the high
majority of the last 12 years I have specifically identified as
Karaite Noahide. This appears to be my final faith position. I
have seen comments from people who since that time have identified
themselves as Karaite Noahide to varying degrees. An individual
calling himself 'Joshua Elijah Emmanuel' identified as being as such
on 'Beliefnet'. I have been since unable to contact him. The Noahide
from the UK who on Youtube carries the identity of 'Hesediah' who has
Noahide videos appears to be Karaite and Noahide friendly and may
possibly be a Karaite Noahide. I have had correspondence with him
previously when I specifically asked him if he was a Karaite Noahide
he said 'You could say that'. However, I was not sure if I sensed a
firm commitment on that position by himself. He seems to also accept
the '7 Laws of Noah' position also to some degree. I am unsure of his
exact position. Another friend of mine online, Alesiah, vaguely
identified as a Karaite Noahide, but I am not completely sure if she
is fully of this faith. It is still a work in progress for herself.
Here in Canberra, a friend of mine, Aaron Goodsell, seems to be
gradually coming around to Karaite Noahide faith. He has yet to give
me a firm assentment of this as his spiritual belief, as he is still
working through questions about his former Christian faith. The
followers in India in Gujarat of Noahide faith, who have proclaimed
to me via email that they are members of Haven, do not seem to
affiliate with myself any longer, and have had problems with other
Noahide movements. They did not seem to be of great commitment to
Karaite Noahide faith in particular - they were mainly identifying
simply as Noahides. Some of the members may have had a firm
commitment to the Karaite Noahide position - I have no firm
information either way. What I am saying is that I have not
found, either in the history books, or in the online world, any
people who I would say have 'DEFINITELY' 100% confirmed themselves as
Karaite Noahide. I have. I anxiously await others who would also
confirm this with me.
Good bye for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
22nd of June 2010 AD/CE / 6174 SC
29 Merriman Crescent, Macarthur ACT 2904, Australia
Addition
Daniel
Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia
July 6175 SC
(July 2011 CE/AD)
Chapter Thirteen
The Year 6175 SC
Written on Friday 29 July 6175
I have not been keeping any great records of what I have been doing so far this year, but will try and put down now some of my continuing life story.
In terms of writing I have completed this year so far:
Morning Stars II – most of chapter 12, chapter 13 & 14, finishing the volume.
Lazy Days – the remainder of chapter 1, and chapters 2 to 14, finishing the volume.
The Dark Side of Gloryel
Life on the Edge
Life Goes On
The Dark Saber
Melanie and Daniel 2
A small number of short stories
Currently working on Lucy Potter and the Sprite of Chakola, which I intend to finish before the end of the year.
I have now set ambitious goals and have a great number of works planned for writing in my life. I intend to accomplish as much of a series I call the ‘Circle of Magic’ series, which is a series of 7-Novel sequences, of various Harry Potter related characters, including my own creations. Harry Potter fanfiction is exceedingly popular these days online, and there are heaps of stories out there.
Today, funnily enough, after all the recent posting I have done to various www.fanfiction.net Harry Potter forums, my Weblink https://www.angelfire.com/jkrowlingfanfiction/lucypotter.html is currently the number one webhit on Google for the search term ‘Lucy Potter’. The other day I returned a webhit for the previous day of 176 webhits – a record of mine for one of my websites. Hopefully the future promises even more.
In the last few months most of my time has been spent writing, visiting the Mental Health activity programs in Greenway in Tuggeranong, and using the Internet a heck of a lot down at Greenway. While I can indeed afford to have the internet on at home without any trouble, the reasons I don’t are: Too many virus problems to make it worthwhile personally, 2) liking to actually get out and about a lot, out of the house, and doing things. While I definitely spend a lot more using the internet down at Greenway then I would at home, I would still rather go out to use it. Uploading to the web, though, is not problematic with the constant use of USBs I employ. I have lost a few of them, though. I make sure, now, I have at least a few on hand with all my stuff saved on them. I no longer use the hard drive on my PC to store data, and won’t do that anymore ever, as the hard drives inevitably crash over time, and USB storage will likely last a lot longer and is far more convenient, and you don’t really have to worry about crashes with them. CD Erasables are nowhere near as good as the USB type of storage, too fussy, the disc scratches, and USB and the other types of mini storage devices are the best option now. I visited a working girl in Fyshwick (a prostitute) for sex twice earlier in this year. I am still single, and have never been married, and have no children. I have worked out that for Karaite Noahides, in my own judgement, that the teachings of sexual morality we should adhere to are first and foremost the teaching of Genesis 1 – 11:9, which teaches that a man and a woman normally get together in a marriage situation, but little more than that. However, Leviticus 18 & Leviticus 20 are to be considered, in my judgement. Now, God judged the Canaanites for these practices, but it WAS the promised land to Abraham’s seed, and the Torah talks about the Land getting its rest. I have talked with Jews before, and they talk about the importance of the land of Israel – remember, society often calls it the ‘Holy Land’. Because of this, Canaan was judged IN the holy land for their sexual deviancies, BUT, as it appears to be, outside of the Holy Land for Noahides, the strictness of these judgements does not seem to apply. Israel (In Exodus 19) is called a holy nation – NOT the gentiles. Outside of Israel, as a Karaite Noahide, the strictness of Leviticus 18 & 20 does not appear to apply. We should perhaps be mindful of these passages, but they don’t appear to be obligatory. However, if you really want to please God to the utmost of your life, and serve him, the fullness of his salvation according to the teachings of the book of Isaiah is found in connecting to the people and land of Israel, converting to this full torah religion with circumcision, and offering your sacrifice on the altars in Jerusalem. Messiah is supposed to get the third temple built, so whatever on that issue. I would argue that God’s salvation is ALSO seen in the Rainbow Bible, as it calls Noah ‘Perfect’ in his generations, but if you want to really connect to the utmost in your life to God, he might well indeed call you to his people Israel. Remember, in that sense, Karaite Noahide takes you only so far with God. But for people like myself, with a strong sense of my own Noahide family and clan and pride, I don’t suspect I will ever be connecting with the people of Israel in a conversion sense. I don’t want to – don’t need to – and have dug down over a decades roots into Noah, so that is were I will stay – and probably forever, now. Earlier this year I went on a holiday with the Mental Health patrons in our Tuggeranong community, down to Tuross Head, on the east coast of Australia. It was called the ‘Coastal Creators’ holiday, and we did a lot of creative activities. I did some felting, wrote a tiny short story about ‘Ambriel’, a little bit of artwork, and played a lot of cards with some people. I had a wonderful time down there, enjoyed the trip there and back, and it looks like a strong possibility there will be another one held next year. This year the Australian Government put a lot more funding into Mental Health, so things are probably a bit better for me relatively speaking. There is a new drug called ‘Invega’ which will be available (most likely) in injection form soon enough. Apparently it has no side effects, so a substantial amount of the weight I have gained since taking my medication for my Schizophrenia could fall off. I have been told that the weight gain is very marginal for the drug. I have a bit of a stomach because of my medication, but being a lot slimmer would be wonderful. I am anxiously awaiting the new drug, and it might be available within a year for injections. It is already available in tablet form. I have a new case worker for my condition down at Mental Health in Tuggeranong called Ashley. My old case worker, Jan Haskell, has now retired. I got along well with Jan, and miss her somewhat, but Ashley is doing a good job. Adrian Chan, a mental health worker, still picks me up for swimming on Thursdays and chess on Fridays, and I have known him for a while now. We can’t have any friendship outside of his working role, though, and I once wanted him to come to a birthday party of mine, but his work restrictions don’t allow that. I see Robert Preston, my Pentecostal friend, still a fair bit from time to time. We recently went down to ‘Tharwa’ for a drive (near Canberra) which we do occasionally, and I love the country down there. I could retire there if I had the money. I have chatted to Chris White on the phone, who is sort of a Pentecostal Christian, and we have chatted about Christianity versus Noahide faith, and he likes to talk about concepts relating to the Christian book of Revelation – the final book of the New Testament.
My mother is still of reasonably good health, and I continue to live with her and my older brother Matthew here at 29 Merriman Crescent in Macarthur. She continues to go to church each Sunday, and has a lifetime of devotions to God built up. She is a good example to me in this sense. My nieces and nephews are growing up, and have lost a lot of their bratty ways, and I can talk with them in a lot more mature ways and adult conversation almost. They are getting there.
My brother Gregory has recently expressed his desires to return to live in Canberra (he currently lives and works in Perth in Western Australia) and says he might like Lanyon Valley in south-west Tuggeranong to live in. I look forward to this should it occur. I was strongly thinking about going to year 12 at CIT this year, and enrolled, but decided to cancel it in the end. At the current moment, there is more activity in my various websites, and I have committed myself to a lifetimes work of writing to leave as a legacy. So while I currently receive my Government Disability Support Pension, I see no real point in changing plans at this time. Maybe in a few more years, should my health continue to maintain a reasonable level of wellness mentally, I might consider applying for work again. But a few more years, in my own judgement, is still warranted.
There is nothing really on the romance scene – per se – but things seem possible soon enough. Perhaps.
All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
29 July 6175 SC
The End of Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Daniel at 29 Merriman Crescent on Monday the 21st of November 6175 SC (2011 AD/CE).
Yesterday was my 39th birthday. One more year until my 40th. Now, I have reached my conclusion that the Rainbow Bible II will be now combined into the Rainbow Bible I, and that I will have it published by Copyqik printers here in Canberra very shortly. There will be NO further Rainbow Bibles published by Haven Noahide Fellowship. I feel I have addressed the issues sufficiently enough as is. If you are curious about an issue from a Karaite Noahide perspective, ultimately, in the end, go purchase a copy of the Jewish Bible – (the Tanakh – and I recommend the JPS Tanakh 1985 edition, but any decent version will do, Jewish, Christian or otherwise) – and then work out the issues for yourself. Part of the core principle of Karaite Judaism is the importance of the individual doing the work for themselves. On judgement day, your pastor is not going to be able to defend your life after all. I want, in this final chapter, make some final judgements for the Karaite Noahide community. Firstly, the key set of scriptures we utilize in Haven Noahide Fellowship, now, are:
The Tanakh – The 24 Books of the Hebrew Bible – for the Wise and the Unwise
The Pseudepigrapha – the 70 Books of Wisdom for the wise
These comprise the 94 books composed by Ezra and the other workers inspired by God in the tradition of 2 Esdras.
Haven views the 70 books of the Pseudepigrapha as Scripture, authoritative, and the Word of God. It is viewed that Ezra and his compatriots compiled all the writings of the Torah, the histories, the prophecies, and the psalms and wisdom and so on, put it all together, and produced the 24 books. They were the ultimate editors and compilers of the finished biblical product. We strongly recommend Richard Elliott Friedman’s book ‘Who Wrote the Bible’ to see many good ideas for how the Torah (first 5 books) may have been ultimately produced, yet we would view the final redactive stages of all 24 books as a work of the Ezran community described in 2 Esdras.
2 Esdras describes how the ‘70’ books in the Pseudepigrapha were formed and inspired by God. It gives a description. We of Haven find this satisfactory.
Now, our interpretation of the four beasts of Daniel 7, which is also a beast described in 2 Esdras, is that Beast 1 was Babylon, Beast 2 was Media-Persia, Beast 3 was Greece & Beast 4 was the Roman-European beast, with the ultimate 11th Antichrist Horn represented by the Nazis and Adolph Hitler. The beast persecuted the ‘Saint’s’ (Israel) who just after WWII concluded took possession of the ancient Kingdom of Israel, as the chapter describes they will. We of Haven see Noah himself as part of this community of Israel, as Abraham also is likewise. Those who are OBSERVANT amongst the children of Noah and the children of Abraham according to Noah’s covenant and Abraham’s covenant, also take there place in the community of Israel as members of the three covenants of God and God’s Holy Kingdom. We of Haven believe that God desires Parents honoured, as the commandments teach, and thus the observant Abrahamic community deserves greater honour than Israel in the Everlasting Kingdom of Daniel chapter 7, but the Noahide Community, which is older still than the Abrahamic community, deserves the greatest honour. Honour your father and mother, as the scriptures rightly teach.
On other issues:
We regard the Talmudic Noahides as important. We agree with the death penalty for murder, but NOT for any other others of the 7 laws. We think the 7 laws concept is a good idea, a good approach, and we approve of Talmudic Noahides if they want to follow this way of life. We argue it is NOT historical back to Noah, but we agree that Rabbinic Judaism likes the ideas of the 7 laws of Noah concept, and agree they have something of a commission (according to Deuteronomy) to make judgements for Israel, so Talmudic Noahides can listen to their judgements IF THEY VOLUNTARILY WANT TO. We recommend the 30 laws and the 66 laws of Talmudic Noahidism as the established viewpoints, and think they are a good idea for the Talmudic Noahides to follow and abide by. They are ok.
Now, for Karaite Noahides.
We think Fornication, Lesbianism & Prostitution are OK. The 30 & 66 laws do not forbid these for Noahides, and nor does scripture.
Haven now teaches GRADES for Salvation.
GRADE 1 – Mastering Genesis 1 – 11:9.
GRADE 2 – The Above, with the addition of Leviticus 18, Leviticus 20 and Deuteronomy 18: 9-12
GRADE 3 – The Above, with the Remainder of the 30 & 66 Laws of the ‘7 Laws of Noah’ system
GRADE 4 – The Above with various chosen Torah Laws of your own choice
GRADE 5 – Complete observance of Torah, with the exceptions of No Passover celebration (Only For Full Converts)
Over and Out
DD
21/11/6175 SC
Chapter Fifteen
(Written Saturday 12th of January 6177 SC - 12th of January 2013)
It has been a year and two months since I last wrote an autobiography entry. That is enough time for some new information. I am currently reformatting the Rainbow Bible (even as I write this today), and there are now 7 Rainbow Bibles, 1 for each of the 7 Divine Fellowships. The Kingdom of Noah Torah which runs through the Rainbown Bibles should not be taken too seriously by anyone, as there is a lot of tongue in cheek in it, but it is meant to be thought provoking and attempting to elucidate interesting ideas which may or may not be ultimately true. I wouldn't personally call it scripture, but there is hopefully a point to all of it, even if just for general reading. There are potentially many 'Curios' within it.
I am now 40 years old, still single with no children. Life hasn't changed a great deal in the last year. Julia Gillard is still the current Prime Minister, and I prefer her to the opposition leader. I hope Labour win the next Australian Fedreal Election. Barack Obama was re-elected, which was the best decision as far as I was concerned. I have recently been praying a lot, and 'Parity' amongst some of the world's major currencies has been one of my petitions to God. I have also been praying for the success of my Rugby League team 'The Bulldogs' as well as for Great Britain's success at future Olympics, as I am patriotic towards Great Britain, where I was born.
Recently there was discussion between Marcus Chuan Chi Chin and myself about possibly sharing his unit in Mawson, but that has been put off because of his financial concerns. So I am still here at 29 Merriman Crescent. I am still regularly involved with MHT group activities, and Amanda Caldwell and Brett Love are two of my newer friends in the group. I still am a 'big boy' of quite a few kilos, and am just over 6 foot tall. In 2012 I visited Fyshwick prostitutes about half a dozen times. By the looks of my personal morals I am committed to the Sex laws of Leviticus 18 & 20, which Canaan was judged for, but not Leviticus 19, for which Canaan wasn't judged, which includes the law forbidding making your daughter a prostitute. So by the looks of it in my walk with God he is allowing me to fornicate with prostitutes if I wish to. This is legal for Karaite Noahides. I DO use a condom every time, though, beacause that is the law in the ACT.
I visited Wagga Wagga in 2012, staying in a pub overnight, but couldn't get any sleep that night. My mother visited England again in 2012 with my sister Brigid. My brother Matthew is now working at Big W in Woden. We had Christmas at Sue Gray's place in upper Macarthur in 2012. The food was good. I helped move her washing machine downstairs.
I read the complete written Torah (Genesis, Exodus, Leviticus, Numbers & Deuteronomy) in one day once in early 2012. Towards the end of 2012 I started praying a great deal every day and that hasn't let down yet. I have a host of written prayers I recite quite a lot. I am hoping God answers them all.
My 40th Birthday party had a number of familiar faces from recent parties, including: Marcus CCC, Rebecca Hill, Tony Beer, Brett Love, Amanda Caldwell, Chris White and Robert Preston. We ate pizza and watched Adele live at Albert Hall on DVD. I began smoking in 2012 mid year, and I enjoy Port Royal tobacco with papers i roll, without filters. Other filtered cigarettes in packets I don't like much anymore. Mainly Port Royal. I prayed the numbered psalms equivalent to my year of age for future birthdays in 2012. So, as an example, I read out Psalm 41 for a blessing upon my 41st birthday party coming up. I also sent Greg half a dozen birthday cards for the last half a dozen of his birthdays. An idea of mine is to send new friends birthday cards for every year of their life backwards bact to their first birthday once you know them well. It is a 'Kindness' thing people could do for fun and love. Its never too late to send someone a birthday card for a birthday of theirs you had missed sometime later on in life. Better late than never.
That will do for now
The end of chapter fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
16th July 6177 SC / 2013 CE
Been
a quiet day at home. Been a quiet last few months really. Sort of
settled down to simply living with my schizophrenic condition and
accepting that it is what I have to deal with for now in life. Would
really like to work a regular job and contribute to society in that
way, but my occasional impulsive thinking, which can get quite
excitable at times, is still too much of a problem to be able to
contribute a calming persona for any workforce I would want to join.
So I will stick with my books for now, writing out the Angels saga,
and hopefully something will come of that in time.
Played scrabble
today with mum - we didn't score. Did a lot of internet surfing. Not
much else. It took all night and all morning to upload an
Introduction to Karaite Noahide Faith video to youtube. Came out
well, though. I am 40, still single, never married, no kids. Life's
ok. Could be better. Could be worse. I am looking forward to 60 when
I can claim my superannuation payout. Might travel the world,
especially to the UK, but who knows.
Life's good.
Daniel
17th of July 6177 SC / 2013 CE
Bloody hell - I haven't had a ciggie in nearly 2 weeks. I go cold turkey in between packs these days to watch my health somewhat. I buy 30g or 50g packs of tobacco and roll them mysef. I don't like smoking the pre-made ones (tailies, as they call them), because they usually taste a bit fowl to me, and I hate filters. Centrelink payday in the morning, and I'll get a taxi down to BP Chisholm to buy some ciggies, probably a couple of pies, and some drink. Might buy some magazines also, and I will look at the DVDs and CDs to see if there is anything I want. Pay comes in around 2 to 4 in the morning, and I check to see its in with phone banking, but will now use the internet banking since the internet came on at home recently. Greg chose TPG (which I had used previously). They are a decent ISP.
Later same day
Another
quiet day today. Slept a lot. Meatcake for dinner. Internet surfing
as usual. Uploaded 'The Wyvvern and the Warlock' and 'The
Belzandramanian' and 'The Hand of Eternity' vols 1 & 3, the
concise versions of each of these fanfic works, to fanfiction.net and
the two Lord of the Rings ones to the Lord of the Rings fanfiction
website in the last 24 hours. The webhits for these fanfics
are already decent. At the moment I have no prescribed writing
projects that I am working on particularly, but I am probably going
to tinker around with Morning Stars 3 a bit more (which has a concise
version called Morning Stars: Raphael, on the website, but I plan on
finishing it off now as a novel akin to Morning Stars and Morning
Stars II.) Apart from that I have to continue on in general with the
current book, 'The Divine Mysteries: Kelly' until it reaches a
minimum of about 50,000 words or so. Its at about 30,000 words at the
moment. It will continue on, like all 3 Divine mystery works so far,
as being an anthology of short stories collection. There are 7 divine
mystery works planned. Lucy Potter novellas 6 & 7 still need to
be finished, and they are on my mind also, as well as the unfinished
fanfiction works.
Daniel
30th of July 6177 SC
Went bowling today. Did a lot of work overnight on my websites. Put on some graphics. Made a fundamental decision recently to include some Public Domain documents as part of the Canons for the Seven Divine Fellowships. Believe I have God’s approval for this. The texts are oldish, now, and were written in a time of greater innocence and purity of character. I call them scripture. I am putting them in the Bibles of the 7DF. These are meant to be Karaite Noahide Bibles. I treat them as Scripture. I am choosy in what I am putting in, and they have to have merit, worth and decency and interest associated with them. The Spirit tells me God spoke out rather quickly the earlier writings of the Rainbow Bibles in heaven to the Archangel Michael and others. God has made them his word by speaking them. It’s true as well. The sarcastic bits raised an eyebrow, but were passed. They are Scripture now. These writings did not all originate in a divine sense. God has affirmed them, though. Having another birthday party again this year. Applied for a grant which may allow me to advertise my books website on local TV here in Canberra. Hope I get it. Finished the First Chronicles of the Children of Destiny just the other day. Have just started the Second Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. It is planned on being the same length – about a million and a half words. Later on, when it is finished, after a long rest, the ‘Last Chronicles of the Children of Destiny’ will arise. Daniel is the key character in the First Chronicles. In the Second Chronicles it will be ‘Job’. In the Last Chronicles it will be ‘Noah’. I have canonized the writings now as Scripture for the 7DF, progressing from Pseudepigrapha. The definition does not imply historicity of the writings. They are obviously fictive.
The End of Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
25th of February 6178 SC (25th of February 2014 CE). I didn't mention it in the previous chapter, but my older brother Matthew died in March last year. He was 43 years old. We got along well in our very youth, but as the years passed not so much. As much as I hate to say it, if old Matt inherits the world to come, I honestly feel the time apart between us will be the best medicine to what had become an awkward relationship. Today it is just me and my mum living here at 29 Merriman Crescent. Greg moved over to Canberra just after Matt died, not really to live here, but to try and find work and move his family over. He didn't have any luck, though, and returned to Perth last month. Greg's family has been back and forth between Perth and Canberra a bit now, because he doesn't really fit in the Perth scene, but his wife Christie is from there. Its a persisting problem. Hopefully he will resolve the issue in time. My older sister is Brigid, still married to a farmer, David, although they are separated. They have 3 kids, Madalene, Jayden and Georgia, which feature in the Lucy Smith/Lucy Potter novellas in my writings. My younger sister is Jacinta, married to Alan Bradley, and they live in Cooma East now, 100kms south of Canberra. They have 3 children, Ronan, Amelia & Rachel. Greg and Christie have one boy, James.
I haven't married yet, and am still single with no children at 41. The spirit whispers to me and suggests not until 60, when I can claim my superannuation payout and buy a small flat (probably in Cooma) will he settle me down for marriage. He wants me settled permanently in one place before he builds up my life, so he tells me. God is probably wise on this in the end.
Since the 'Kelly' story, I have gone on and written more of the 'Moonflower City' stories, as well as writing the 'Eternal World' saga, which is at the end of the Angels saga. At the moment I am on a hiatus from writing again, and don't know if I will write again for quite some time. I don't really get feedback for my work from fans at all, even though the webhits are pretty consistent each day, so I know the stories are being read quite a bit. I seem to be writing popular enough stories, but nobody seems bothered much with going any further with them apart from casual reading, and I am not sure if there is much real interest in Karaite Noahide faith yet, anyway. Perhaps one day.
I am still involved with group activities in the Mental Health community, and often go swimming thursdays with the group and do the friday lunch group. It keeps me busy and gives me a social life I guess. You see new faces from time to time, but the Friday lunch group is male dominated to a huge degree. Hardly any female presence at all, which can be a little frustrating. Still, what you gonna do, huh?
My 41st birthday party was again here at Macarthur, and the turnout included Tony Beer, Rachel Hill, Paul McMahon, Robert Preston, Sean Pedditt, Chris White, Isaac Lane and myself. Similar to the previous year, and it was a good and happy occasion. We followed it up somewhat with a 'Risk' night on Australia Day Holiday night, when Paul and Sean showed up and we played Halo Risk. There is another night planned for the Canberra Day Holiday evening, and we plan on doing it each public holiday, except from the Easter and Christmas celebrations. Just a blokes night a few times each year – I'll probably try and make it into a tradition.
I have been a karaite noahide since 1999 (or a Noahide since 1999, becoming a Karaite noahide sometime in 1999 or perhaps 2000 – can't remember for sure). This faith will never change now, I am settled in it, and will generally promote it to all who are willing to listen over the remaining years of my life. I believe it represent God's covenant and God's truth, and am happy to share this faith with others.
So, presently, not a great deal on the horizon, and I keep myself busy with the regular things of life, a lot of internetting, and working on developing my CD collection for the main part for the next while.
Life is good though – can't complain – and that's about it for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Tuesday 25th of February 6178 SC (25th of February 2014 CE)
Chapter Eighteen
Written Friday 14th of March 6178 SC (Friday 14th of March 2014 CE/AD).
I lived in Cooma in 2001 for a few months around the time of the 911 incident of the twin towers. I had rented a flat on Baron street, not far from Coffees pub, and the flat was a duplex with a fellow called Adrian Knight (from memory) who lived in the other flat. He was a bit of an ocker Aussie male, and we chatted a couple of times. I remember, once, reading my bible out the back and his kids were there with him. I was reading it and they asked what I was reading. I told them the bible. One of the boys asked what it was about, and I was lost for words for a few moments, not sure how to answer, but the other one said it was God's book of rules or something like that. In some ways, that was the innocence of Cooma. South of Canberra, 100kms or thereabouts, its a quiet town, called the Gateway to the Snowy Mountains, and has maintained a population of around 8000 for a number of years since I was young, but in recent times seems to be developing somewhat. St Pats school is in Cooma, and I have good memories of that school, even thought I didn't get along great with the kids. Andrew Pighins was a good friend in Primary School, and I went to his house a number of times after school and we did stuff. He punched up on me a bit in science class later on in high school, but I hope I still have good thoughts towards Andrew. He was a bit of a fighter, but a heck of a lot of the Cooma lads in those days – perhaps born from savage 70s bands like AC DC and Rose Tattoo and other mentalities of the ocker Aussie male – were fighters. They were tough kids. I have found, in my years in Canberra since 1990, a far more genteel environment, and the kids a lot softer. When I was doing my primary school degree (which I never finished) from Australian Catholic University in the early 2000s, I did some of my In school teachers aid experience at Curtin Primary school in the Woden district of Canberra. I had illusions from childhood about what Catholic kids were like – I was wrong. These kids didn't have half the mockery and attitude of the kids I grew up with. They were a lot kinder and easier to get along with and more caring. But, I have surmised, it is more perhaps a Canberra thing – the public service town – or a big city thing. Cooma was a country town with tough kids who lived the country lifestyle, and drank beer as they got older. It wasn't an environment totally amenable to the more passive and gentle of God's children. Heck, I handled it well enough in the end, and even ran with a group of my own friends from, mostly, the Public school system, as I have talked about previously. We were into a lot of metal, and it toughened me up a bit, but there were still exasperating encounters with the Cooma youth my age. It wasn't always easy. But St Pats, these days, when I look back, I remember the feelings and spirit of the school and its environs, and its really special to me now, those memories, and those corridors and classrooms and playgrounds are part of my life. The teachers were always ok at St Pats, and I have very good memories of them. Even strict sister Ann from Year 6 who, now, I would probably get along with very well, because I love spiritual things. I was an altar boy with Andrew Pighins for a while, and rang the bell and did those things. 16 years, every Sunday, since birth, I was at a Catholic Church Mass, first in Berridale and later on in Cooma, but I look back now and think of those solemn priestly ways and hymns and creeds, and they are still part of the fabric of my being. I didn't have a God fixation as a kid. Religion was never a big deal, but I was a believer in God and I did pray a little bit. I stole rampantly from mum's purse, and always felt guilt, and even later stealing from Woolies with kids from St Pats, and a bit with my gang, but even though I felt that guilt, the connection, which I probably should have known, that this was sin – it never really connected with me. I never really gave much thought at all to the idea, even when caught stealing from Woolies and having to confess my sins to Father Barry Cotter in the St Pats Confessional. It never connected. I never really understood I was doing wrong. That changed, though, from about 20, when I started trying to be 'Perfect' and started amending my ways in life, despite the huge depression which had settled in by then. In the book of Joshua, those children under 20 still got to come into the promised land, when those above them who had accompanied Moses never got to, apart from Joshua and Caleb – because they had a different spirit. Perhaps 20 is something of an age of accountability. Whatever else, when I get to 20 my morality started showing up at last. No, you would never have called me a sinner kid, though. I was passive at school, and never really fought much, and I had respect for my teachers and fellow students most of the time, although I was a little bit cheeky occasionally (pulling Zosia Pitrowskis hair in year 3 because I liked her, only to be reprimanded by Mrs Jones, for example). No, we were friendly kids, our little gang in my late teens. We were 'Bad Boys' because we were into metal, but we were kind and affectionate. We were ok. Hell a lot of the time for the parents raising us, but we had good hearts. Looking back, I have felt for years now we were doing wrong, but our hearts probably weren't trying to. We were just being cool and living for the rush of it all. I think a song by Iron Maiden – weekend warriors – sums a lot up of my Impulsive sins of youth. But I was bloody alive, I can tell you that much, and life had an intensity from about 1987 onwards for those few years. My first girlfriend, of sorts, was Louise Roseman, who I kissed once, but was really nervous about all of that. She was a cutie, but when we came to Canberra in 1990 I never saw her again. It had been Berridale for the 1970s, which really had been a classic 'Golden youth' which people often talk about. It really had been for me as well, as I had very responsible parents, and I look back in great happiness at that time. I remember the doll mum made for us kids – I love my mum so much these days, and even dreamed about that doll once. All things considered, My youth certainly had its challenges, but I wouldn't exchange it. I don't regret any of it, because it was all learning experiences, and it all worked out well enough in the end. For the most part.
Today, though, time has moved on. I'm 41, currently taking Green Coffee Bean extract to lose weight, because they rave on about it, and it seems to be working well enough so far. I am a lot more content, now, especially since last year, which was the biggest praying experience of my life, the whole year. God assures me I will reap from my prayers in years ahead. I have a positive attitude, still, and am happy with life. It's good enough, ok. Its good enough. Sure, things could be better, but after all the shit I have been through in it, things could be a heck of a lot worse. I'm still one of the lucky ones, I think, in the end. Still blessed.
I'm still collecting a lot of CDs, comics and other things. Working on completing lists of albums from various artists. I have a pretty big collection again, now, and the final bits of my destructive tendencies seem to have finally disappeared. I have made deliberate decisions to stop doing that, and have prayed a bit for stability in life, and it seems to be working. Things are going ok in many ways with my Schizophrenic condition now. Of course, now it is just me and mum here at home, but its good, cause we usually get along quite well and talk with each other quite freely. We get along. Its good now. She is off to the UK, yet again, soon, again with my sister Brigid, and this time my nephew Jayden is going off with them. They will be gone for 3 weeks very soon, and I have asked for a 'Baker' family shield, which is my mum's maiden name, and a mug from Hull, were I was born. Oh, Hull City Tigers, my soccer team, are in the semi finals of the FA Cup. And they have a realistic chance of making the final. Finger's crossed.
The writing goes on as usual, and I have a fairly extensive 'Angels Saga' written now. The Lucy Potter books are mostly finished, and my daily webhits for my books website are consistent and of good numbers. One of these days – hopefully someday soon – self publishing and selling the things on the website might become a realistic option. Let's hope so.
I went swimming at Lake Tuggeranong pool again yesterday, with the little group which Adrian Chan takes along, and I had quit it for a while, but am now back into it. Life seems, for the most part, to steadily go on. Just that, really. Life goes on. Had a risk night on Monday this week, were I played Halo Risk with 3 other guys from my Mental Health group, Paul, Jarrod and Richard, and it was a lot of fun. We have agreed to meet up each Public Holiday, barring the Christmas and Easter celebrations each year, to have these risk nights. We have had 2 so far, and they have been great. Another tradition, perhaps, like my recent spate of birthday gatherings, which hopefully will last as well.
Yeh, life's good. Could be better. Hopefully the girl of my dreams is just around the corner, but till then I'll survive.
Bye for now. Danny.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Friday 14th of March, 6178 SC
Chapter Nineteen
It has been a quiet and regular enough month. The last month. The other day I finished up a year and a half's solid prayer, were I must have prayed over 10,000 prayers all up, utilizing scripture passages a lot of the time. I had a lot of requests I suppose, but I was very anxious to try and establish some things, including blessings on various sporting teams I support, blessings on the salvation of various townships and cities throughout the world, and a whole category of various miscellaneous prayers. Now, I suppose, I have some faith, and wait for God to answer them all. Fingers crossed. Mum, Brigid, Jacinta and Jayden went to England and Scotland for 3 weeks. They didn't have the best of times, apparently. Jayden was a pain in the neck, and Jacinta was supposedly a bit depressing. But she bought another load of her prized possessions which she gains on these trips – things like little jugs, figurines, tea towels and other things. She brought me back a Hull City Tigers scarf celebrating them getting into the Wembley Semi-Final for the FA Cup. They actually won that final, and now are in the FA Cup Final itself against Arsenal, just on this upcoming weekend. GO HULL!! She also brought me back a MacLean clan paperweight, which was all glass, round, with a picture of the shield ensconced within. I love it. Brilliant little thing. She stayed with her brother in England again at Cottingham, Uncle Gerald, who is now 80 or thereabouts, and getting on a bit. Cottingham is right near Hull, and they were in Hull a fair bit of the time (well, in Cottingham I suppose). Jayden doesn't really have any faith in God yet, despite having been confirmed a catholic, but I think he went through with that just to please the family, because he didn't have any belief in the thing. He looks a lot like Matt did in former years these days. I get along with him well, but mum finds him awkward. Anyway, the other day I completed the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny for the absolutely last time for this lifetime. God has always been hassling me to continue on with the saga, but it has a suitable enough ending, and that will do for now. He has promised me 50 million words all up in my name as an author, the majority of which are to be written in the afterworld. Essentially, my main plan at this stage is to work just on the writings I have already written, and flesh a lot of the shorter stories and novellas and things out into a far more substantial tale. Even the novels can be extended in this sense. I will also then continue on with the work on the unfinished fanfiction sagas I have started, and because God tells me all the time that the afterworld works in cycles of life based on the life you live on earth, I will attempt (at this stage) to write the same amount each time, until the 50 million words are used up. I doubt that I will need to do any new projects – mainly just work upon and complete the projects I started. Apparently the 50 million words are justified because of the demand in heaven for my writings. Good for me I suppose, but it will mean hard work each lifetime for a while. No romance in the last month since the last entry, and life has gone on pretty much as usual since mum got home. Oh, Greg, my brother, actually has gotten a part-time job here in Canberra, after having finally gone back home, so he will be coming back again soon enough by the looks of it anyway. I am thinking about now studying a Computer Gaming degree through CIT (Canberra Institute of Technology). One of the ideas I have is doing a Role Playing Game (like the Ultima Series of games) for Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. I sent an email to CIT the other day to get my student number again, so I will consider applying for semester two very carefully. It will be something to do with my time, I suppose, and could be very productive. But if it isn't games, it might end up being music. But music might come in my mid 50s. You never know. I continue to smoke Port Royal tobacco using the papers. I usually smoke a full pack of either 30grams or 50 grams tobacco, smoking it usually in the first few days of the fortnight, and then giving it away until the following payday when I buy another pack. This has been my usual habit for ages now. I feel, honestly, that I'm not addicted at all, because I could quit if I wanted to. I just don't want to. It's a choice more than anything. God tells me that as long as I don't abuse them and become arrogant about being a smoker I should be fine with them. Statistically that sounds correct. I have been continually buying things and recycling/sacrificing them, because in my faith God has made it clear to me the principle that 'What you acquire in life..................' or to be more accurate in legal terminology 'The rights you acquire in life are the rights you acquire in life', which means everything I have owned in life has become part of my rights for eternity, and those good were all owned until destruction by myself, so that I have all that put aside for me in heaven. It is one of the whole points of life, apparently, which is information we get from God once we have served him well enough. Usually what happens is that things build up in my room for quite a while, and then I sacrifice them, and start again. It happens quite frequently. I have a number of things which have survived many sacrifices, and they are becoming my personal things. I have a regular Disability Support Allowance, so can afford this practice at this stage of my life, but I feel I have enough for eternity now, and have been desiring to end the practice. I am mostly complete enough in this work that I have been doing on sacrifice as far as I am concerned, really. At the moment, Miranda the cat is sleeping behind me on my queen size bed here in my room at 29 Merriman crescent. It is about half past four on a Monday morning, and has been a quiet and steady day. Life goes on as usual, I guess, and there haven't really been any shocks for a while. Again, hopefully romance is just around the corner, but time will only tell.
Bye for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Tuesday 12th of May, 6178 SC (12th of May 2014 CE)
Chapter Twenty
This chapter is a bit of revision, with perhaps some new highlights. In 2000 I began writing Morning Stars. I was working for AQIS, in the EXDOC section on higher duties, and did my work too quickly in hindsight, meaning I had free time. I sat down at the PC, and using an idea from Pawn of Prophecy about the first thing Garion rememberd (being Faldor's farm) and the opening sentence of Magician, how it uses short sentences to start chapters, I came up with the first part of Morning Stars. 'Awareness'. I had just written the prologue first, and then came out the first parts of the first chapter. And I decided to persevere with the idea so, written on work PCs and my IBM Aptiva at home at 29 Merriman Crescent, using floppy disks to transfer the story, I got stuck in. It took me at least 4 or 5 years to get up to the end of part two, and although I have lost the writings now, there was something of a different part of part three written back then (part of chapter 15 I suppose) which was set on earth just after the creation and told of the families of Adam and Eve and how they interacted with the line of Cain. I think it might have been 'Tubal-Cain' (it was one of the names of Cain's line) who was trilling away on a pipe to entertain one of Adam through Noah's line. I can't remember all the exact details. But the writing is lost now, and I guess it awaits my decision upon it in the heavenlies. In November 2000 I left off working for AQIS, having taken a retrenchment package, and have not worked a full time job since then. I have done part time at McDonalds very briefly, Woolworths nightfill very briefly, and brief volunteer work at the conservation council near the ANU. I also did some brief work for the dole in 2007 at the Vale Street cafe, before throwing it in and walking home back to Canberra. I was probably somewhat unwell at the time (and in fact was hospitalized in Canberra Hospital a few months later in early 2008), but I think it was God taking me home just in time for dad's death. Cyril Aloysius Daly (dad) was really just old and frail when he passed, parkinson's diseaese having got the better of him. He was 84 when he passed, and well respected. I miss him a lot. Morning Stars was self published just a little later, and I also got them to publish Ye Olde Devil at the same time. Copyqik printers in Civic in Canberra City did the job. A few years later, daughter of Eve – the sequel to Ye Olde Devil – was published, but I haven't bothered with anything since then. No demand really. Online, though, the books currently get read a reasonable amount each day. I have had good webhits for the last year and a while. I have never really had any donations yet, but lets hope so eventually – or maybe a decent publishing deal. Finger's crossed. I became a Noahide in January 1999 and a Karaite Noahide very soon afterwards. It has been over 15 years now that I have been keeping this faith, so hopefully God has taken notice and will add to my movement on earth soon enough. Again, finger's crossed. That, then, has pretty much been my life since 2000. Writing books and theology and, since about the time Morning Stars was published, also being involved with the group activities for mental health in Tuggeranong. 2008 was the last time I was hospitalized, and I honestly feel I am starting to cope a lot better with my schizophrenic condition. Life is good enough at the moment. I feel like I have been at a crossroads of decision with what to do with the rest of my life for the past few years, but that is settled now. I will stay here at 29 Merriman Crescent with mum, and continue working on my theological writings, my fanfiction stories and, even though the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny stories are now supposed to be complete for this lifetime (though God has promised me a fulll quota of 50 million words to write, the remainder in the afterworld) I have been thinking about not developing any new story ideas, but working upon and expanding already established works. A heck of a lot of the short stories could (and perhaps should) be expanded, and I guess that is what I will probably do over my remaining years. Yesterday I went to Friday afternoon group down at Greenway. Our activity centre is found in the Southern Cross Club basketball stadium in Greenway (the Tuggeranong Town Centre were the Hyperdome, Lake Tuggeranong College and Library, Tuggeranong pool. Police station, and heaps of other shops and services are available). The Southern Cross Club is an association of the Canberra-Goulburn diocese of the Catholic Church. There are some basic clothing standards required to gain entrance to the club, but I have always found these reasonable and appropriate. It's a decent club which I recommend to others. Mental Health, though, only rents an office in the stadium from the club. We have been there a few years now, but when I first statred going in 2007/2008 we were in the front room of the Tuggeranong Community Centre, down near Lake Tuggeranong between Lake Tuggeranong /college and the library and McDonalds on the other side. I am an alumni of Lake Tuggeranong College, having attended in 1990 (its first year) and half of 1991. I know Tuggeranong pretty well now, and am very comfortable with her. I chatted with Brett Love at the group yesterday (who originates from Berridale like us – his uncle, Michael White, went to school with my older brother Matt, and was in the St Pats Musical, playing the lead role of Joseph, in Joseph and the Amazing technicolour dreamcoat which we did back in school in the 80s. Myself and my brother Matthew both played as Pharaohs guards. Brett is a great guy, and we looked up the Hull Mariners AFL website on facebook. Hull is in England (the city I was born in) and England has a growing Aussie Rules competition now. I found out Hull had a team, so decided to support them and roped Brett into supporting them as well. We bragged we might be the only supporters of the Hull Mariners in the Southern Hemisphere (which is probably just a pure boast). Brett is about my age, but younger. Not sure of his exact age though. I purchased a chunk more of books from Vinnies again yesterday, which have been catalogued again into my personal 7DF (Seven Divine Fellowships of Karaite Adamide-Noahide Faith) library, the books going into a different fellowship library determined on its category/genre/area of knowledge. I have almost a random list of subjects for each different fellowship written down in a notebook, and I write down which fellowship library each book goes into depending on its classification. Anyway, that will do for now.
Bye for Now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Saturday 17th of May 6178 SC (17th of May 2014 CE)
Chapter Twenty-One
Well, Hull City Tigers lost the F.A. Cup Final against Arsenal, 3 – 2 in extra time. Well done Hull for reaching the final. It was played Saturday 17th of May at Wembley in London, and it was the first time ever Hull had made the final of the F.A. Cup. I was born in Hull, of course, so good work team. A brilliant year. Hopefully our fortunes next year will be even brighter still. Anyway, I want to talk about my years working in AQIS, and a lot of this I have already said piecemeal. I finished my studies at the Canberra Institute of Technology in 1995, end of year, after having had an accident and having to repeat the final semester. I started mid-year 1993, in the 2 year course. I gained my Associated Diploma of Business in Office Administration, and just before completing the year of 1995, I began attending Potters House Christian Church in Pearce in November. It was a pretty full on time in a pretty full on Pentecostal church, when my schizophrenia had just begun – all was chaotic in many ways. A big rush. I prayed a lot, and soon enough was employed at St Vincent de Paul doing voluntary work, but then on to DEETYA for 3 months temping. But then, at my years end in Potters house in November 1996 I left and joined UPC, and started work at AQIS about the same time. My supervisor was Kerry Scarlet, a bloke who also originated from Berridale like myself. Apparently his parents ran the corner store there, one of the grocery stores, so I actually probably knew them as a kid – it would have been the place I spent the 1 and 2 cent coins I pinched from dad's coin jar on 3 musketeer bars and chomp bars and the like. Kerry was a dinkum Aussie Bloke, working at the ASO6 level, and in his 50s, I guess, at the time. At the interview I remember him asking if I played a footie code at school. For some strange reason I said Rugby League, when I really meant to say Rugby Union, which was what I had actually played, but it impressed him because Rugby League was his game of choice. I told him this a few years later and we had a laugh about it. Kerry supported St George as a kid in Berridale, but turned to the Raiders when he moved to Canberra as an adult I guess. He was a big Raiders fan all my time in AQIS. Kerry was married and had kids, but separated during my time in AQIS from memory. He lived over in Monash, and I think he still does, which is also in Tuggeranong. Joel Judge and Helen Banks were also workers in my section when I started at AQIS, and the first place we worked was in Bligh House in Barton. About a year or so later we moved to the Edmund Barton Building around the corner and up the road just a little, but we were in Bligh House when I began at AQIS. Kirsty Gilchrist also worked in AQIS, and I had a huge crush on the spunky Crossroads Christian Girl. I was invited to her wedding a few years later to Garnett Swann, and we had become friends. Garnett was a lovely guy, and they had kids together. They ended up moving to Sydney, but I am not sure were they are today. Dean Ingham was one of the pastor's at Crossroads, and we had a discussion on the Trinity once, which I was denying by then. Kirsty was a kind hearted baptist girl, as Crossroads was an outreach of the Baptist Church – an independent one. I had a number of crushes on girls at my time at AQIS, including Odette Wells, who worked on the same branch in the EBB, Michelle Bullock, who also worked on the same branch, who was a Jehovah's Witness. I went to her congregation a couple of times in Hughes when I was living there and working at AQIS. She married another guy from AQIS – Stuart Grant. They had a girl called Shemaiah, named from the bible, from memory. The other girl I had a crush on was Klaudia Papp, who didn't work for AQIS, but for a company which did stationery for us from time to time. She was an extremely attractive girl, and we used to chat on the telephone. Nothing ever really came of it, though. During my time at AQIS I played in a softball competition, and our team made the final. There were about 6 or so teams, but we were ok. Not the best, obviously, but I had a lot of fun in the competition, and found my batting skills in softball are superior to my batting skills in cricket. It's a pity its not the other way round personally, but that is the ironic way life works some times. I worked in the Program Analysis and Support section for the Animal and Plants Program Branch of AQIS for most of the time at AQIS, and we were a support unit. I did a lot of work in the photocopier room, fixing paper jams and replacing paper and ink and stuff like that, and handled stationery orders. I really overspent one year, when I was made responsible, and later on the job was taken from me. Everyone on the branch had special orders, it seemed, and all wanted to use my code for ordering, charging to our section. It wasn't really fair, I suppose, getting the blame for that, but I have learned to be stricter about budgeting for my organisation or section, and not be so soft next time. I handled some minor databases in my job for a while, but later on in the work there was not much to do. This is not surprising, though, as I'd been hospitalized for my schizohrenia a number of times during my working years at AQIS, and it became too much to give me the extra work. So I surfed the internet a lot during the final time there, and did not much else. My last time of hospitalization for schizophrenia was in 2008 and before that in 2001, so, realistically, if I went back to AQIS now, I would probably do a far better and more competent job. I would probably cope quite well now, especially as I am on a good medication. Maybe that might be an idea Jehovah? Who knows. St Marks library was across the road from the EBB, and I would often sit in there at lunch, reading one of the library books, or just sitting quietly. It was very calm in there, and quiet and spiritual. There was also the Christian Science reading room on the Bligh House block, and I went in there occasionally as well. I left a copy of Morning Stars at the Christian Science reading room the day I gave away many copies around town, but nobody was there at the time. I just left a copy on the front reception desk. Don't know what they did with it, though. That was years later, though, in 2007. I enjoyed working in AQIS for the most part. The work was enjoyable and satisfying, and I liked doing it. It was challenging to start with, but I grew into it, and soon liked my responsibilities. I really wish I didn't have so much schizophrenia to deal with, as would have loved to have stayed employed. But sometimes we have stuff to deal with in life, so that is the way it goes, you know. Anyway, that will do for now.
Bye for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Sunday 18th of May 6178 SC (18th of May 2014 CE)
Chapter Twenty-Two
The last month has been steady enough. I had a very bad chest cold recently, and it took me a while to recover. I'm better now, but it was very frustrating. The Soccer world cup began, and England lost its first match against Italy. We'll see how they go throughout the tournament. I've been staying at home, now, for most of the past month. I have gone swimming on thursdays once or twice, but I don't have as much group activity at the moment as I once did. Losing a bit of interest in the group, really. There is very little female interaction, and nothing much to draw me into it. Marcuss CCC is always good company, as well as Rebecca Hill, but some of the males are a bit too rowdy for my liking. I can get along with them ok, but it's not the ideal situation now for someone who is starting to show genuine signs of improvement in his condition. I don't know how long it takes to heal of schizophrenia, but I feel acknowledgement of things which are true, and by this avenue combating the delusions of the mind and heart, we can overcome some of the deceiving voices in our condition. I'm certainly a lot better now than I have been, and the medication is working well with me these days. Even study looks like an option in a few years. My brother Gregory is yet again staying with us and has a job doing Centrelink work at a call centre. He doesn't really find the job that enjoyable yet, because he doesn't know what to do with a lot of calls. I feel, though, even though I haven't said it to him, this will improve if he just gives it some times and learns the intricacies of Centrelink's policies. He should persevere. Time will tell if he does. I moved out of my old room at the front of the house, and Greg moved in there. We've had it painted recently, and after all the refurbishments over the last few years (new kitchen, bathroom, toilet and the painting) the house is starting to look quite good. And house prices here in Macarthur are quite high at this present time. Lucky us. I moved into Matthew's old room at the back corner of the house, where I actually started when we first moved into the house back in 1990. It was my metal years back then, going to Lake Tuggeranong college, and I remember that I had heavy metal posters all over the room. I've been through a number of changes since that time, but the more things change, ironically, the more they stay the same. The move has been good for me, and a change is always as a good as a holiday, but I am now starting to settle in. I sleep a lot, because I don't have that much to do at the moment apart from my books and religious things, so I am often in the new queen size bed mum bought me for my birthday last year, sleeping away the hours of the day, lost in dream worlds of great sarcasm from God. Very weird dreams I have a lot, especially of alternative visions of places around Canberra were I live. The Chronicles of the Children of Destiny is pretty much complete now for the most part for this life time. I did write an extra story in the eternal world part on cleopatra to tie up a loose end just a little, and explain the ideas a little better, and I was asked by my friend Rebecca Hill from group to write a story about her and Marcuss CCC and myself, in the way I have written other stories about people from the group. I sat down and wrote the short story 'Crazy Days' which I placed at the end of Destiny's Children. Marcus liked it, but Rebecca hasn't responded to my email with her opinion yet. Hopefully she liked it. I tried to keep it somewhat true to the real life characters. Apart from that, I am finishing the 'Lucy Potter and the Gem of Wonder' story in the Ascension Tales saga, and considering completing some of the few unfinished stories in the saga, just to have them properly completed. This is not that much work, really, and because they were already started is not really anything new. I haven't completely made up my mind whether or not I will spend a number of years working on completing my various ambitious fanfiction projects, such as the Tolkien inspired Hand of Eternity trilogy or the David Eddings inspired Belzandramanian, but if I continue to get a hunger to write things, I will probably turn my energies and attention to finishing these off in time. We'll see how it goes. I visited a prostitute again in Fyshwick not long back. She was an attractive Asian working girl. She massaged me and she got on top. It was the basic package, but I had a good enough time. Sometimes sexual behaviours are all they are cracked up to be, and sometimes they are just a bit of a fun occasion with nothing much more than that associated with them. They are often, in fact, not the enormous deal the youth often make about the experience as well. Varies a lot, really, in the end, and I can sort of understand our traditions of a woman saying she has a headache when a man is keen, because she just couldn't be bothered and is probably tired from the day. It can often take a bit of effort after all. God never pricks my conscience on my prostitution activities and never really has. Oh, when I was younger he pricked my conscience and gave me guilt on my stealing constantly, because I was a little penny pincher from my mum's handbag for years, spending money mostly on lollies in younger years and then on video games down at the Cooma arcade parlour as I got older. I have since repented a lot of those activities, and while I'm not quite ashamed of myself yet for what I did in younger years, I most certainly regret these stupid choices and would not do them again at all with my current attitudes. Young and foolish and addicted to too much pleasure seeking in liking the lollies and entertainment from the video games. But I've matured a lot since those days, and God I feel has forgiven me for the most part from my sins of youth. I'm still ordering a lot of stuff online, especially from ebay, and this is mostly were my new CD's come from now. Mostly online shopping. I do usually pay for a taxi to go down to the local BP service station each fortnight in the morning when my money from my pension comes in, and that is were I usually buy a pack of tobacco which I smoke at the beginning of each fortnight. I now only smoke one pack of either 25/30 gms or 50 gms of tobacco, usually, each fortnight. For half the fortnight I am usually not smoking. I don't really think I'm addicted to them, as half the fortnight I am not smoking and don't really crave them in any major way, and, further, I have no real desire to quit anyway, and only smoke because I choose to and enjoy them. I'm a happy smoker, really, for the most part, and feel fine in my health. There were a few minor issues when I first started and smoked a bit more heavily, but all that has lightened up since I lightened up my intake, and I don't perceive any real problems that are going to happen to me with them. I don't think I abuse tobacco in all honesty. I've been enjoying a lot of the English TV which mum watches for quite a while now, and feel I am steadily growing more conservative in life. Probably a good thing in the end. I have passion for life, but was never really a hugely outgoing person when it comes right down to it. In my youth with those I trusted I was playful, but really, for the most part, until I get to know someone well, I am a little cautious and shy. I guess evanglizing on the streets of Civic with potters house, and having to witness by talking to people about my faith gave me a lot more of an outgoing personality, but usually Daniel Daly is a conservative, reserved sort of guy. Life changes you, sometimes, though, doesn't it? Mostly the last month has been the same old regular type of stuff. Get up some time, use internet, eat over the day, chat to mum a little bit, lots of teas and coffees and bikkies and toast and things like that, and enjoying my dinners and especially ice cream when mum buys it. It's a simple life, and part of me is hoping for something more in this last few years of a crossroads I feel I have been going though, but I think it will mainly be steady as she goes, and this will do for now. Time will tell what happens next.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Monday 17th of June 6178 SC (17th of June 2014)
Chapter Twenty-Three
It's only been a few days since my last entry, but I thought I would write about a period in my life when it was the hardest, and the lessons learned. At 16 years of age, I left the Catholic Church. It wasn't a faith crisis. There wasn't any real faith to speak of. Sort of, over the next few months, I guess I lost whatever faith I had in God, and didn't really not so much believe any more, but just didn't care anymore. I had hardly cared anyway, quite frankly, for most of the days of my Catholicism, because it was a religion foisted upon me by my parents, and I never really wanted to go to church very much at all anyway. It was just a holy day of obligation mum and dad taught me, and we kids had to go. Mum went off to England when I was 15, and I stopped going then, so that when she got back it was kind of official. I didn't go to church anymore. I did, though, promise God that if the Bulldogs won the Grand Final (1988) I would go to church, and they won, and I did go to church. But that was the end of it, and I think I just left it after that. I sort of lost my way, really. Ultimately, that time I went to church because the Bulldogs won the Grand Final I probably did believe in God, but afterwards, over the next while, I sort of lost my way more than losing my faith. It wasn't me giving up on my faith – I stopped going to church and after a while the faith just wasn't really there. I wasn't trying to deny my religion, you know. I just sort of lost it through going astray in hindsight. Well, in year 11 at Monaro High (1989) I was spending most of the time with my gang of friends built up from the Cooma Arcade. Damien Asanovsci, Peter Dradrach and the rest. We won the B Grade indoor cricket comp that year, just up near the Infants school for St Pats, next to the Cooma Basketball stadium. I used to walk up via the bush near the water tower to get there. Damien lived just behind me, and we also played outdoor cricket for the cops team ironically enough. I wasn't really much cop at the outdoor version (forgive the pun) but was competent at the indoor style, and we developed a quick hit and run method for scoring runs indoor cricket style, which helped us win the comp. I think a lot of those ideas developed from myself in memory, in all honesty. Throughout that year at Monaro High (because we moved to Canberra the following year) I only attended half the lessons (well probably more, but I bludged quite a bit, and didn't do any schoolwork properly that much anyway), but there was a girl in my year, Jenny Cheetham, who I had a huge crush on. I have written her into the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny as Jenna (Jesus' twin) for a bit of fun. She said to me in discussion 'I know there's a God'. It affected me. Month's later in Canberra I was asking her hypothetically (not talking to her, just theoretically her) 'How can you know there is a God?'. I was agnostic. The case had been closed, because nobody could actually know for sure. Sure, there might have been, but there was no proof. And over the next few years, while I bordered on atheism from time to time, that was still the ultimate official position. Nobody could know.
I got depressed from then on. A heck of a lot. All the way through 1990 and 1991 at Lake Tuggeranong, all the way through the 6 months of bludge after year 12 (which was never completed properly), all the way through the 6 months of TAFE which became CIT for my office skills certificate, and then the 6 months waiting to start my associate diploma in CIT in office admin, again followed by nearly 2 full years of the course – all that time the depression hit me hard, and it was bloody horrible. I know, now, what it was. I didn't have depression in my church days. When I left the church, the depression came gradually in because I dismissed God but, then, had no spiritual organisation to be part of. BUT because I had not worked out how to live life on my own without this giant support network I had taken for granted, the troubles of this world were too much for my spirit. Depression was inevitable. It is for everyone without a strong support network. Then I got my philosophy book which I stole from the library, worked out the argument from design, and believed in a creator. But the depression was still there, even though I was starting to repent to the deistic sort of God I believed in. I was witnessed to by Ariel Cheng on her faith – the depression hit its peak – I went along to visit her, and felt the darkness all day. Then I bought a bible on the way home, had my first schizo episode the following day, but the depression dropped in half. 6 months later visiting Potters house and praying a sinners prayer, the depression disappeared totally. Schizoprhenia ran rampant since then, but the depression left.
In 1999 I left the church, and had to start spiritually again. No depression this time, but no real spiritual strength either. Now, today, I have a lot of prayers in my Karaite Noahide faith for the movement itself. This means everything God tells me. The prayers I have for my movement – absolutely fundamental to everything for the religion. So, I keep on praying these days (since late 2012 a tremendous amount of prayer has been done) and reading scripture. This will go on for the rest of my days. My movement of 7DF needs all the prayers it can get. But I'm getting there. Growth will happen slowly. I just need to persevere, and give it some time. The faith will be established gradually.
All that hell I went through, ultimately, made me stronger. It was a big part of my life, but it taught me the lessons I so much needed to learn, and has given me invaluable experience – eternally.
Dan again
18 June 6178sc
Chapter Twenty-Four
In the last 5 days not much has changed. Not much would, you would imagine. On Thursday morning my Centrelink Disability Support Pension came in (around $750 after my $90 advance repayment). I paid some credit card bills, put a little on my HECS repayment, a little into my superannuation account (I make regular personal contributions to my scheme), and bought a Def Leppard Record on ebay (an old bootleg ep called 'First Strike' – not the original one with the map of America, but a latter red vinyl limited edition reprint from a few years later with a picture of an aircraft on it). When my credit card payments had been processed, the following evening I purchased 20 odd CD's on Fishpond.com to increase my collection again. A couple of them I had owned previously, but most were new ones. Fishpond appears to be owned by Catholics, because when I do book searches a lot of the books are Catholic books. It's a lot of mainstream stuff, but I have noticed a proliferation of Catholic artists in the mainstream who feature on the lists of CDs. There are other artists there, but it is obviously owned by a group of catholics most likely. It doesn't really put me of buying there, and I buy at St Vincent de Paul (Vinnies) regularly anyway, and besides, with the free postage, and the low price you can get some very decent CDs at when you select the right search options, they actually offer very good value. When I shop on ebay I don't really discriminate on who I buy from, because they all are mostly anonymous when it comes right down to it. I think its the best policy not to really worry too much in the general marketplace of the 21st century, unless it is obviously some sort of corrupt organisation. I also purchased a comic (Dethlok number 1 from the early 1990s) on ebay. On Friday I had been given two tickets from Brett Love in the group who was given them from the group to go see the Canberra Raiders versus the Bulldogs (my team) at Bruce Stadium in Belconnen that night. Me and Greg were going to go, but I pulled out later on. I didn't really fancy going out in the cold that evening. The Bulldogs won anyway. Over the weekend I slept quite a bit, did a lot of prayer, and a heck of a lot of new writing, both in the Rainbow Bibles and in my literature. I began the 'Chronicles of the God's of Destiny' which looks like it will be a lot of fun, actually, and I intend to continue on writing that regularly. It picks up were the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny leaves off, and introduces the created 'God's' of the old pagan idolatries of mankind. I am hoping to have a lot of fun with this new saga, and expect a lot of humour and sarcasm along the way, as well as some serious stuff. I got 'Ghost Stories' by Coldplay with my money also (down at the BP garage early thursday morning when I went down to buy my tobacco) and really love the album. It is mellow and very enjoyable listening. My niece Madalene Bridges was in hospital the last couple of days with some sort of infection, but she is better now. My niece Georgia Bridges, though, always seems to be having some problems. But she works through them and is a happy enough young lady. The kids are all grown up now, it seems, and Madalene is now working in Child care. She's got a boyfriend, so she might end up married one of these days and get to having kids of her own. Perhaps I'll be a great-uncle before I know it. I went to my Lunch Group on Friday again with the Mental Health team and had pizza, which is what we usually eat. My friend Marcus CCC was there, and I chatted with him a little, but didn't say or do much else, apart from a little time on the computer. It's a steady enough thing, the lunch group, and the people which go there, but it is not very much inspiring to me anymore. Sure, I get along well enough with the people, but sometimes its just a little bit boring and drab with not much to do. I suppose the real highlight of the day is getting there and going home while chatting to Adrian Chan in the front seat, the worker who does some of the activities and picks up some people and takes them home. We have an ongoing discussion of wit and humour between us, and some of the jokes can be crude to a degree, and often filled with a lot of jibing and mockery. But that's the trips in the vans for the most part, and a lot of the blokes crack jokes. It very rarely gets out of hand, and it lightens up the shit a lot of us are going through with out mental problems. My schizophrenia is mostly under control these days, and I remain medicated for it. There are still issues, which I feel are now mostly handleable and under control, but I'm not out of the woods yet. Still there remains a number more years of learning to cope with and get used to the condition I am suffering. I'll get there one day. Naturally, I'm still single, and often think that is my lot in life. I'd like to lose weight, but that just doesn't seem to happen, and I don't fancy snagging the kind of girl I'd like to marry until the weight issue is a bit better resolved. Maybe later in life, perhaps mid to late 40s, something might happen then. From the spiritual voice which constantly talks to me, apparently, the closer I am to 60 when I can claim my superannuation, and the more I put in it these days, increasing the total payout figure, brings a wife closer and closer, as far as God's concerned. He's not a God who wants to take too many risks with my life, and sort of insists I have a degree more stability and security still to offer a wife and potential family before he will invest those things into the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. So I'll have to be patient for now. Still, life is good enough and I get by ok, even though I do complain constantly to God and have a good winge about my situation, blaming him all the time. He apparently takes it with a grain of salt, and grins at me afterwards. Woe is me.
That will do for now. Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia. Monday 23rd of June 6178 SC (23rd of June 2014 CE)
Chapter Twenty-Five
I thought I'd use this chapter to make some confessions on my sexual antics and some skeletons in the closet. Since about 20 years of age I have tried to be a better person, but I have fucked up along the way a fair bit, and am only human. But I am getting better at life, ok. I am getting better and gradually becoming a saint. But I'm not perfect yet.
I've been to prostitutes since 26 years of age when I lost my virginity about 50 times so far. A few times this year already. There was one occasion with 2 girls, but just that once. I have never been with a male and never intend to. In terms of bestiality, I have never engaged with an animal to have sex. There was one time, in Potters House days, when I was having a schizophrenic psychotic attack that I went wandering from the group house, down to pine island, and up to the hills above. I got naked at one point, and sat down near some sheep. And then I was thinking that a sheep needed to drink my milk (by sucking my dick and me orgasming). It was very delusional and fucked up thinking, and I certainly did not approach a sheep to engage in any sexual activity, but those thoughts of providing milk (ie semen) for the sheep were in my mind. It was very weird, but I put my clothes on then, and gradually started going home. I think I probably ended up in hospital – in fact, yes I did – and had been picked up by some Christians who took me to Woden/Canberra hospital. That has been the worst of it, but a few years back I checked my junk email, and while I knew it was probably a porn link, I didn't expect to see the farm animal porn website and the bestiality on the site. In fact, those sites seem to be legally available for people to watch now, which is really quite weird to me. I don't watch bestiality videos, or gay homosexual videos at all. I have looked at a few to try and understand it somewhat and to see if I was turned on, but I haven't been really. Bestiality and Homosexuality are really mostly just weird and not for me, but lesbianism (which doesn't actually controvene a torah law literally) turns me on a little bit. But I don't make a habit of watching those type of porn videos. I do watch porn on the net – sites like orgasm.com and perfectgirls.com, the standard free to view stuff online (and I do that regular activity men often do associated with such things), but I don't really indulge greatly in it, and always keep it private and to myself. I have found the prostitution, for the most part, is really just a matter of fact thing. Religion often tries to make a big deal out of it, but it's not really that big a deal. The girls I have been with are mostly regular, down to earth ladies, looking for an income to help them out in life, and are mostly occupied with regular life things like the rest of us. Uni students some of the time, occasionally drug users, and occasionally a gem of a lady with a really bright and thoughtful mind and attitude working in the jobs. I have always gone to the Fyshwick girls for this activity, and find it mostly just a normal life activity now. People like to 'Smut it up', and they can if they choose, but it's mostly about a bit of intimacy for me personally, a bit of a rush, and a nice massage. They always insist you shower before hand and usually expect you to afterwards. It's mostly just a regular business here in Canberra, and the idea of shame or something degrading to women being associated with it is really, quite frankly, silly to me. It's just a normal job were people get a bit intimate physically for a while. I do, though, agree with the idea of not practicing unsafe sex with a prostitute, which can really bring you to VD central, and I have 100% of the time practiced safe sex with the working girls I have been with – which is the law in the ACT – and God doesn't ever visit guilt on me (which he has done for various things) on this issue. Prostitution is really mostly normal to me as far as I am concerned. Apart from that, I do get stuck into God and have been known to insult him quite crudely over the last few years – always in private – and I don't think I want to share actual words, but I do have a crude imagination my friends. Mostly, and God tells me that he does actually understand were I am coming from, though he doesn't forgive me all the time, and makes that apparent, but he does understand that its related to my frustrations in my life about my lack of fortunes in many ways, mostly my lack of a decent income and family and place of my own. Patience, I know I need it, and he tells me just to keep on doing what I am doing, because it will all work out in time. He is right. I know that. God is right. There are other skeletons, some involving people and God asked me not to embarrass them, but I think I will leave it at that. Yes, I am hardly a saint, but I still am walking with God and trying to improve. I will get there in time because, despite my faults, I am faithful to God and the Bible, and I know it will all work out in the end. And this ends the Life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly for the First Rainbow Bible. I will continue on with my life starting now in the Second Rainbow Bible of Assembly of the Divine Creator, continuing on with another ultimately 25 chapters. Bye for now. All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Tuesday 24th of June 6178 SC (24th of June 2014).
Chapter Twenty-Six
God can get me down, too. There, I said it. Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly is only human, and even he is frustrated and pissed off with the judgement of Almighty God from time to time also. I mean, who is the Lord to dictate to me what to do with my life? Remember? Of course, in honesty, he doesn't really dictate as such, but you are not of the faith, I guess, if you are not obeying God's religion, going to church on Sunday, making sure you fast half an hour before Mass, and confessing your sins to the priest in the confessional. For me, young Catholic Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, in my early years, that was the faith. Church on Sunday, fasting half an hour before Mass so as to not despoil the Eucharist and the actual confessions we also bothered with from time to time. Almost the 3 pillars of my Catholicism (and seemingly the family from my young perspective) growing up, but scapulas and rosary beads were a little bit of a deal also, as well as the church missal somewhat. Certainly no bible, but the family did have a big and chunky mysterious and old hardback one, with big words and haunting pictures in true catholic style. It was a St Joseph's one, and had family baptismal records and things in it. In the end, I never really took Catholicism that seriously, apart from my time as an altar boy, were I had learned the rituals, and almost enjoyed them somewhat, but come 16 I was out of there, and real life beckoned with Aso and the gang. I did believe in God, and prayed to him. I prayed to have some friends a few times – I had been universally perpetually unpopular in my St Pats years, apart from some brief friendships, which disappeared later on. I have gained many over life – friends – it seems the prayer was answered in time. I prayed to stop wetting the bed quite possibly. At about 20 that finally stopped happening. Gosh, yes. It took till 20. Since then there has been one abberation in all that time, which was down at the Noahide June Cantrell's place in Melbourne, which is a big item of curiousity for me, but since 20 my bowels finally got their act together and I have had dry nights ever since. Thank bloody God – seriously. I had once been told I stinked (smelled) by a St Pats High teacher – I was embarrassed – she was right. I really needed to wash every morning after wetting my bed, but often I just didn't, and just towelled myself off and went to school, because we had to walk a kilometre to school and just didn't have the time for a lot in the mornings very often. It wasn't fun, in many ways, those years, even though than can be viewed through rose coloured glasses with age. But no, in all honesty, schooling really sucked. The kids hated me, or at the least I was terribly uncool, practically nobody talked to me apart from an odd casual word in bumping into them or something or an a relevant question. No, I spent most of those 11 years of St Pats training on my own, looking after myself, and getting by well enough in the end anyway. Andrew Pighins had been a bit of a friend in primary, Wade Holzheimer a bit of a friend in Infants, Lucas Coates a very brief friend in high school, and Jaimie Hurford and Josephe Peak tolerated me somewhat, but mostly life on my own. Around year 9 Aso and Dradrach showed up at the Arcade (or, really, I showed up there and made friends) so I didn't care that much anymore about the St Pats kids anyway. I finally had some decent friends, AND got along with them. In fact, year 11 at Monaro high was really quite blissful for my status, a year to remember in many ways. All along that pathway, from youthful innocence at the Berridale Church, looking up at the Crucifix of Jesus and knowing this was my religion, to the time I went solo at about 16 with my new friends, God had never, in the end, been that big a deal really. Yeh, sure, he existed. I did believe in him. I just didn't care very much. My later lack of faith is perhaps not that surprising in the end given my earlier attitude. Remember, God has no grandchildren as the saying goes, only children, and I was definitely only a grand-kid for the most part back then – just living on mum and dad's religion, nothing of my own. That was most definitely the case but, of course, things changed a lot later on. The early years in Berridale were a memory of ensuring we got to church on time on Sundays, and sometimes praying a decate of the Rosary. The Hail Mary and the Our Father were the fundamental prayers of my youth, and of course the prayers for penance after the confessional, which you did after your first confession, and while I did this at church, on rote, like everyone else in the congregation, following the ritual, it was never a living faith of my own in those days. It was just that God probably existed and those were the prayers of the faith, and that was about it. Never any serious consideration on what it all meant. But should there have been? Perhaps, in the end, I was just far too young to really get with the bigger picture. After all, what does a kid know? When I hit 20 I was starting to figure out that God possibly was there, and the question was by then, since about 18ish I guess, really actually starting to become a big issue. One I couldn't let go of and really needed to resolve, one way or the other. And I was lucky – whatever it was, it always had to be the truth. Just that. In the end, I would believe the truth, and would search hard to find exactly what that was. You know, I really meant it on that fundamental principle of life once I cottoned on that that was what it was all about for the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. The TRUTH. John 14:6 naturally became a big issue later on, but you would kind of expect that, wouldn't you. The truth was not actually a concern in Berridale years. Pinching dad's copper coins to buy lollies was a concern, and being sneaky enough to get away with it. Lots of the times the kids got in trouble. Lots of the time it was me, but I never confessed. I recall that it was indeed the Scarlets store were I mostly spent my young takings, and I worked with Kerry Scarlet later on in life in AQIS. His dad apparently ran the store with his mum, just down the end of Bent Street to the Anglican Church, turn left and you were just about there after a short walk. Lollies and chomp bars and things – the stuff of my young lustings. The Anglican Church was next door, apart from the presbytery house of the Anglican priest between us. I sort of always knew they were the other Christians, but that wasn't our one. I possibly formed the idea that those were what church building were back then, brick churches, stone buildings. I probably thought the Anglican's were Christians If I had ever given it any serious thought. Later on I think that there were thoughts that they probably were, especially in a high school religious class, were I defended the Jehovah's witnesses for what they were saying about God against the teachings of the teacher, saying 'What is wrong with what they believe? They seem fine. Looking back I do remember that time in that class, and I think I did have a few inklings back then that the Lord alone might have been God. Very soft and subtle, but they may have been there. Later on, of course, that became quite apparent. But at that time I was embarking into the newly emerging Politically Correct world of modern thinking, and I definitely acknowledged the other churches were also Christian, just with different viewpoints. I was a universal christian who accepted the churches then – it didn't bother me at all. Just a few months later it was not a concern, heavily into heavy metal and my gang of friends, but Jenny Cheetham told me she knew there was a God in year 11, and when I got to Canberra in 1990, that really started becoming an issue. Did God exist? I lost my young faith, but in truth, yes, I did search for it pretty quickly in life after I had lost it. And I absolutely had to have the truth of the bloody issue. Nothing else at all would suffice. In the end, all along the way, religion was still there as an issue in my life. I thought it was the bane of mankind at one time in my very late teens, but it was still there. It was God, probably, who had a hold on me. I entered depression when I lost my faith, and it became horrible after a while, but when I found it again, and confessed my faith in God, half the depression went, and when I confessed my sin a bit later, the rest disappeared. Schizophrenia had taken over after that, mind you, but I know Yahweh personally now. I'll never lose my faith again, despite the younger years of deity blues.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, 6178 SC.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
It was mentioned to me by the Spirit today that, at the end of the 21st Century, the world, which is becoming more and more legal actually, will change copyright laws. The 'Clans' and the 'Families' become the inheritors of the rights of their foreparents works of copyright. The Tolkien writings are briefly in the Public Domain within the 21st Century, when fanfiction works can be legally published, but this ends at the end of the 21st Century. In fact, I have been corrected on the issue of judgements and truth on religion. My OWN judgements in the Rainbow Bibles on salvation are how I am judged by God and how my movement judges others. BUT, in accordance with the actual truth, each monotheistic movement is judged by their own beliefs. Protestant christians aren't much saved under 7DF salvation standards. Under their own denominations, they will hardly miss a beat when they go into heaven. You see, the monotheisms are actually sanctifying the world and it is becoming MORE holy. Not less so. Each generation the world increases in holiness. They are the actual facts of salvation.
Oh, I did briefly continue on chapter 26 into the AOTDC rainbow bible, and then off in 'Elders of Destiny' which was briefly going to be just a work of biographies of real life equivalents of the children of destiny, but it has come home to roost now in the first Rainbow Bible. I plan on adding these entries, now, in almost journal like format, till I croak. Perhaps quite a few hundred chapters by the time I'm finished, but time will tell.
Anyway, my Chronicles work is finished. Completely. Heavenly workers in fanfic and other canon-related realites may plunder and pillage and write to their heart's content. A planned son on earth, should I be so lucky, in young Callodyn, shall verily flesh out the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny to match my own effort (and a grandson likewise in young Daniel), with the full word count of each of the primary 37 volumes to ultimately total 400,000 words approx each. My fanfic work is also complete, again, apart from hopeful offspring's commitment to continue on with them and finish off some grand plans. For example, the Chronicles of an Age of Darkness will need Volumes 11 to 20 completed, and Hugh planned 60 so, if the century permits, and the offspring come forth and are will, thus shall be done. Let's hope so anyway.
In terms of fiction I am finished.
Theologically the works go on. There are over half a million words in the Hebrew Bible. Each of the 7 Rainbow Bibles may as well match them, if I can, so I will continue on for some time yet on those theological diatribes. And this autobiography will be much of the continuance of the First of the 7.
I've had a busy enough last few days, some new females appearing in my Mental Health groups, and the masculine dominance still quite noticeable, but now less so. May that continue to be true for freshly faced new female acquisitions to our motley crew.
Greg has invited myself up to the Snow next week with Christie, who should be in town from Perth for a holiday then, and that is something to look forward to. I plan on zero tabogganing, as Greg does plan, and will be happy to throw snowballs at mum should she accompany us. Nay, I shall enjoy the shelter of the Thredbo main community hall, were the stores and lattes will keep me amused most of the afternoon, with a glance out at the frolickers in a sedate walk around the large hall. If a camera is available for some personal pics, I will make use of it and get some shots up online.
Family members continue to get older, as mum commented today, and young Georgia is 15 very soon. Madalene has already left school and is working, has a boyfriend, and I could be a great-uncle before we know it. She's quite an attractive young lady, stunning really, and I expect she possibly has it in mind to have a bit of a clan of her own. I do hope I am a late bloomer on this issue, and, with recent attitude improvements in my personal around the house activities, something which was difficult before, as I lacked the energy and motivation, but which recently has become a little easier, my prospects for my life fortunes to continue to gradually improve seems actually real. The struggle of Job, which I feel I have been living (it was the first biblical book I read completely), seems to be turning slowly towards the end of the suffering, and a time in which the latter years of blessing might soon and eventually be rearing up their ugly heads with the words from God – 'I TOLD YOU SO DANIEL, YOU IMPATIENT BUGGER'. Hopefully I shall praise his mercy and grace still.
Life is acceptable and life is good and I am happy enough. The future beckons yet, and the walk of life goes on. Hopefully the next chapter will have yet more of my story to tell.
All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, Tuesday 8th of July 6178 SC (8th of July 2014 CE)
Chapter Twenty-Eight
The last month has been a regular sort of life for me. No great happenings. There is a bit more life in my mental health group now, with a new female around my age joining the group regularly, named Genevieve. The group is very male-heavy for those who attend the Friday lunch group, and there are rarely appropriate females of appropriate ages to keep the menfolk good company. The change is hopefully a sign of things to come. I have really wanted to finish off the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny in the last month, and have considered various options on the saga, but the reality, at 41, is that I am still youngish, in my writing prime, and it doesn't appear to be letting go of me, new stories still coming along. The river of my talent hasn't run dry yet, and there are all sorts of tales I could continue to tell, so I am resigning myself to the reality that it just won't be finished up any time soon. Besides, the way the actual saga is structured, it is more of an open-ended storyline of a whole host of characters really, in the end, leading somewhat regaular, if extraordinary, lives. So, like life in general, it really just seems to go on, and the saga as it continues to be written reflects this. Just the way it goes, I suppose. My brother Gregory found work back in Perth, after his brief stay here working for Centrelink, and is now in a permanent part-time position in Perth in a familiar job. I have, in the end, wished Greg and his family to settle on this side of the continent, but his wife, Christie, has her family in Perth, so they have been back and forth a bit. Hopefully he will settle eventually. My sister Brigid continues on in her job in the Public Service, raising her three children, the eldest now working, and while she is still married, they are separated. But the continue to get along reasonably well when they are together, so a reality of a marriage is still there. She said to me once 'David's not for me', which I guess sums up her position, but she couldn't afford a divorce, so hasn't bothered, and doesn't appear to wish to remarry anyone by the looks of it. Her three children live with her in Calwell in Tuggeranong, and we are on the other side of Tuggeranong in Macarthur. Tuggeranong is the southern district of the city of Canberra in the Australian Capital Territory of Australia. Ironically, Tuggeranong just got admitted into the AFF (Australian National Soccer competition). Not Canberra, mind you. No. Tuggeranong. We don't have a Canberra team. Very ironic. I had decided I would support a Canberra team in the A League as it was called, and there once was one, but I never followed soccer much back then. But the new Tuggeranong team has all my support. I will start following them soon enough I would imagine. Masterchef finished recently, and 'Brent' won the competition. I had a feeling he would. I found it riveting entertainment (which is saying something for a cooking show), but I found it personally really well done and enjoyed it a lot. Me and my mother Mary shared many nights watching the show, and we discussed it at length. Not much now on TV, but we have sort of tacitly agreed to watch the new X Factor series, and I am going for 'Dean' already. I have followed females in such competitions previously, but this year a bloke seems the best bet for my liking of who I think has the most talent. I watched the Youtube presentation on Little Mix and their journey through the British X Factor the other day (Little Mix are a new all girl band, similar in many ways to the Spice Girls and Girls Aloud), and I have become a big fan of their music. It is very positive and upbeat stuff, and I especially enjoy their 'Word Up' video in support of 'Sport Relief'. Melanie C appears in that video as well, from the Spice Girls (Sporty Spice). My other sister Jacinta continues on her life as usual down in Cooma (about 100 kilometres south of Canberra) and she is enjoying her married life with Alan and their three children. I asked Christie, my sister in law, when she was here recently whether they would have more children, and she said it was really up to God. So, ok. Dear God. Give Christie a ton more please. I haven't been on a holiday out of town for a while now (not since last Christmas I think, down at Jacinta's in Cooma) and have been thinking about a yearly holiday weekend getaway to some country town of NSW, just to escape things for a while, and get a change of scenery. Probably do me good, and I should really get to that. My mum is well enough in her health, but she has been feeling tired recently. She is approaching 80, so things are starting to slow down for Mary Daly. She has always had a lot of energy, and been busy around the house, and still is, but the years seem to be finally catching up to her a bit. She is a great warrior to me. Lots of strength. I am now in the back room of 29 Merriman Crescent, having moved from the front room next to the main bedroom a few months back, and I am settling in, now, it seems for the duration. Either until my mum's passing, an intervening girlfriend, my own death, or the end of the world, I am now likely to be stuck here at 29 Merriman crescent, and this is my lot in life. I recently decided that work, again, and further study, really are too late in my life now for serious consideration. I have been out of the workforce far too long, have put on too much weight with my schizophrenic medication and my general lack of a great number of things to do, and the reality of work again seems to have finally said 'Enough is enough'. So the likelihood is that I will just go on adding to my online writings for now, promote my faith in various online and offline avenues, and suffice on this being the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, and leave it at that. I shouldn't complain. I have my health, a beautiful and prosperous country to live in, and a house which the family now own outrights. Things could indeed be worse, even if they could be a little better with a little luck. I think that will do for now, so, until next time, adieu.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia. 6th of August 6177 SC (in the newly adjusted calender of HNF), (6th of August 2014 CE).
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hi. I'm Daniel. I was called 'Danny' as a kid, and that is what I was known as at school, and what my family called me growing up. I lived in Berridale in the 1970s and Cooma in the 1980s, and that is when I was called 'Danny'. But we came as a family to Canberra in about 1990 and I started being known as Daniel. But now I want to use 'Danny' again also as a name to go by, and should start telling mum that she can use that about me if she wishes to. Today, on facebook, I answered a question which asked 'Do I accept Jesus'. I answered by saying 'Yes, I accept Jesus on a personal level, as a person, but do not believe he is Christ'. And that sums it up. Jesus and much of his Gospel is ok to me, but I believe he is just a man, not messiah, and definitely not God. I agree, we should love each other. Great idea. Jesus didn't invent it, but he certainly promoted the shit out of it. Good work, Yesh. Capital evangelistic strategy. I'm a Noahide. I'll keep it simple that I try to follow Noah's religion, and I like the Rainbow as the sign of the Covenant. I have my own additional writings for Advancing Noahide ideas, and that is all part of my religious crusade to make the world a better place from my input. I can try, anyway. I invented the card game 'Foundation' today, writing up the rules here on the Karaite Daly Clan homepage, and this card game is just meant for heavenly members of the 'Daly' clan, oh, and any earthly members who read this. But these pages are focused on the 'Eternity' audience, like most of my writings in reality at the moment. I'm 41 now, still single, never married, no kids. I did pash a Korean girl back in the late 1990s, from UPC, whose name was Ann Kim for a while, each morning before work. She was ok, and we got along, but not for me in the end. Not quite my style when it came down to it, even though I proposed to her (but it was during a psychotic attack, and it was only rushed thinking). She was a nice girl, but not my type in the end. Been single ever since then, and still hoping to find someone, but might have to wait till eternal heaven before that happens. Still writing my 'Angel' stories in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, and its getting longer and longer as a saga, with no sign of it ending any time soon. I will probably, now, go on writing it all my days. I'm starting to really enjoy the traditional and conservative English TV on ABC and ABC2 now, and thought the Inspector Banks movie the other night was wonderful. Mum's kind of stuff, but I am starting to get conservative, now, according to mum, and I think that is true as well (and I don't mind either). I really enjoy 'Midsomer Murder's' a lot, as well as the various English TV shows, and while I didn't have a choice in being born in England, and raised in Australia, I can see the wisdom of God in the issue, as I have always been patriotic in sports towards England, and now I really enjoy the things I have been seeing culturally about the place. The other day, on Google Maps, I had a long trip around Halifax in Yorkshire. Google maps is 100% photographic resemblance of the real world, and with the click and point options you can move the view always along the roads. You can see places from most angles, as it was special 360 degree photographic equipment which filmed it all. It's called 'Google Earth' and covers every town, village and city on the planet just about as far as I can tell, but I am not sure about North Korea and some places. It's really brilliant, and by clicking just further up the road, and scrolling around a town, you can take a complete car trip around any city in the world, and see it all. I saw a great deal of Halifax, especially the town centre, and intend to visit many places using this technology in the future. Google earth is brilliant. I also like Wikipedia, which is the public domain encylopaedia online which anyone can edit, and it has information on everything under the sun. I research al my favourite music acts discographies using wikipedia, as well as other things. I smoke, now, and have done so for a few years now, but I don't really regret starting, and don't want to quit, as I enjoy it a lot. But God tells me not to be proud about smoking, or it will be a problem for me. If I keep it in moderation, and do not abuse them, I should have no problems in latter years. Here's hoping. All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, August 2014 / August 6177 SC (in the adjusted HNF Calendar).
Chapter Thirty
This is the final chapter of my autobiography and the final entry of the Rainbow Bible chronologically. The date is Monday the 8th of September 6177 SC in the adjusted calendar of HNF (formerly 6178 SC). Important notes are: There are no longer 7 separate Rainbow Bibles but 1 Rainbow Bible with 7 Sections. The idea of growing and correcting the Rainbow Bibles over time to make them more accurate is complete with this entry. It needs to stabilise and it needs to stand regardless. If there are contradictions, so be it, but I say that about it anyway. It is ultimately in harmony well enough in my own liking and own viewpoint, so the whole work stands as a work of theology for the Dominion of the Noahide Family. Those who adhere to the covenant of Noah and follow the faith of the Patriarchs of Adam through to Noah in fearing God Almighty and walking with him and obeying his ways. The faith is finished, and all that now remains is a little more work on the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny for the next few months, and my spiritual writings will be completed. I saw Tina Arena in concert on Saturday night, and because I bought one of the most expensive tickets to the show, got to meet her in a meet and greet after the show. She said during the show one of the things she felt she was doing was contributing socially to society as an entertainer. That is my goal, in a way, as well. To make this world a better place.
I hope they think that of me when all is said and done.
All the best.
The job done.
AMEN
THE FINAL ENTRY OF THE RAINBOW BIBLE CHRONOLOGICALLY
(Note: As of the 21st of November 6177 SC (adjusted HNF Calendar Date) there have in fact been several more entries now since this entry in the Rainbow Bible. It really must go on for quite a while yet, and thus I will continue this autobiography. Part of a work of the heart, mind and spirit often wants to complete itself when perhaps enough has been done, but it often yearns for more, and thus, in that truth, I will continue on.)
Chapter Thirty-One
Today is the 21st of November 6177 SC (21st of November 2014). Yesterday was my 42nd birthday. I received two birthday cards, one in the mail from Jill Torley, a friend of the family, and one from my mother. I greatly appreciate both of them. In the last couple of months since the last autobiographical entry, life has gone on much as it always has done for myself. I have continued my activities in the mental health community I attend, and they have been satisfactory enough. I have purchased more goods for the Karaite Noahide community that I am part of. I believe I am able to share later on in heaven the goods I have (within a legal rights scenario) with my own Karaite Assemblies as I am the head of the Advancing Noah movement of the 7 Divine Fellowships of Karaite Adamide-Noahide faith. This seems to be one of the rights of founders of legal religious movements with God. I have decided that nearly all the goods I purchase in life will become part of the rights of my community, but certain items will be reserved strictly for myself later on to retain a small degree of personal originality. Our cat, Miranda died, not long ago, and we have a new cat called Pepper. Miranda was only about 5 years old when she died, and it was a little confusing to me and mum because she was quite young. I do miss her. Pepper was bought by mum for myself to be my cat, but he has shown a strong affinity with mum and her bed. Alack alas he doesn't have a great deal to do with my anymore apart from a little initial interest. But it is good to have a cat in the house again, as we are more cat people than dog people. Apparently, from what mum was sharing with me from something she was reading the other day, cat people are usually a little more, for want of a better word, sophisticated then dog people. Dog people are more of the out doorsy kind of people, while cat people are more indoorsy and probably academic. And on cats, a thought mum has is that male cats are usually more affectionate and female cats are more independent. That actually appears to be reasonably true from my experiences with cats upon reflection. I am now in the back room of 29 merriman, and have been for a while, and it is going well enough. It is just me and mum at home at the moment, but mum is anticipating the possibility of my sister Jacinta coming to live with us, as she is having difficulties in her marriage to my brother in law Alan Bradley. I tend to doubt they would divorce, but a separation of sorts seems possible at this stage. Jacinta finds some of Alan's attitude awkward (and probably quite male and a bit selfish). Alan is a good hearted and likeable enough fellow, and a responsible father, who works for his family, but perhaps not everything is perfect in his life. Time will tell of the outcome of this situation. I have continued on writing the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, and the website has a slightly new format in the way the Chronicles are presented, one which I think will probably work for the best in the end. In fact, the saga really is called 'The Angels Saga' and the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny is really just one of the groupings of chronicles based titles volumes that I use. That will probably be the way it remains. Originally I had the title 'Children of Destiny' for the name of the books for a fair while, but I think it was in the Monaro library in Cooma were I came up with 'Chronicles of the Children of Destiny'. I had looked up the title Children of Destiny online, and there were already books with that title. In hindsight, I still could have called the saga Children of Destiny, but Chronicles of the Children of Destiny is a better choice, especially as it is actually structured as Chronicles types of story telling for the most part. I am still single, with no real girlfriend on the horizon, and overweight, and show no real prospects of losing that weight at this stage. I am 42 now and men usually put on weight as they age, so I am not really sure if I care that much about it anymore anyway. Still, I would welcome a relationship with a lady if it came along, and the preference would still be to have children if possible. My mother is in good health, and plans on visiting England again next year, with some of the family members. She has been a few times in recent years, but with recent finances coming into the family not long back she can afford such luxuries. In my life I am currently paying of a Hecs university debt for studies, slowly paying a bit through bPay each allowance day, and I usually put a bit aside in personal contributions to my superannuation account. It has a reasonable amount in it now, most of it earned during my working years at AQIS. I haven't really gone anywhere in recent times, and have mostly been at home, living a simple and quiet life. It suits me well enough though. On thoughts on the potential resurrection in a world to come scenario, my general view is that the prophets really just anticipated this possibility due to the idea perhaps that when you were dead you just went to the world of the dead (Sheol) and so there needed to be a reward for your service to God and the probably created the idea of a resurrection to life on earth in the world to come. I tend to doubt this now and usually think that it is probably just heaven when you die if you are decent enough, and that is were eternity is spent. But I am ambivalent, and still acknowledge that such teaching is biblical, and perhaps may occur. I really don't know for sure, and God just won't clarify the issue completely with me. Recently, for about the first time in my life, I have actually started enjoying the taste of beer a little. I have drunk a number of beers in my time, but not always really had any great fascination with the stuff. I have never really been much of a drinker, but I do now enjoy smoking. But recently I have developed a little bit of a taste for beer, and don't mind the flavour so much anymore. But I am quite cautious about excessive drinking. Most of my time is spent writing my religious material, watching TV, listening to music, and resting and sleeping a lot. Apart from that, a bit of social activity with my mental health community. But in truth I am mostly now content enough with my life. It is not yet perfect, but it is perhaps getting there. Working in a job again some day, now, seems probably unrealistic. I have been away from the work force too long, and have grown accustomed to my lifestyle. I have a secure income, so the actual need to work is mostly really put on the back burner. I will likely just keep on doing what I am doing for the remainder of my earthly sojourn. I think, perhaps, I have really just settled now in life. But that is good enough.
All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra Australia, 21st of November 6177 SC.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Yesterday (Thursday 4th of December 6177 SC) was my pension day. I bought some things, and also got into Civic to Impact Comics and bought a bunch of new comics to restart my collection. I have been collecting comics on and off all my life. Back when I was a young kid I collected comics like 'Richie Rich' and things from school fetes, but at about 15 I got into superhero comics, especially those from DC comics. Favourites were Blue Beetle and Firestorm and Justice League International amongst others. I have had big collections over the years, but they have been recycled, and later on in the belief that they were put aside to my heavenly afterlife reward. In fact, in a doctrinal article for the Rainbow Bible in the Assembly of the Most High section, just the other day I wrote a sermon on 'Acquisition' which went on about the general view of 7DF on 'What you acquire in life you acquire for eternity'. I'm a big fan of comics, and now with the restart, and the fact I no longer recycle things to put them away for eternity, the biggest problem I will have in my comic collecting is finding room to store them. And that could possibly be an issue soon enough, as my room is full of books and CDs and not getting any bigger. Fortunately there is room in the carport of the house, where I should be soon enough getting some bookcases for storing more stuff. The carport is sealed off somewhat, and protected from the rain, so if I store things carefully in there they should be fine enough. My current CD collection is now over 100 CDs again, and I have recently concentrated on collecting many of my favourite CDs I have liked over life. It's a growing collection now, and I will be storing many new arrivals in time in the carport on the bookcases. I write comic fanfiction myself, including Justice League Internationa fanfiction, as well as 'Lucifer' fanfiction (from DC Vertigo) and Nurse Jenny from Richie Rich comics. I will likely go on doing this for quite a while, and it would be wonderful one day if I could find an appropriate artist to do them up for me. Time will only tell. I have prayed, now, most of this year very solidly and have thousands of prayers built up, mainly using chapters of scripture uttered with each prayer request. And I pray the same prayer request using the same chapter all the time. I sort of now have the impression that a prayer builds up energy, and with legal prayers to God, based on his covenants of Torah, the prayer lasts forever, or the effect of the prayer. This year has been an ok year for me, and I have gotten good webhits throughout the year for my websites, and anticipate, with solid work, next year should be good again. I spend a lot of time doing ads for my websites using MS Paint, and they are colourful, usually basic, but some look quite nice. I post these ads on my facebook and myspace accounts, as well as a new website called spiritual networks were I also have an account which can post images. Gradually, I think, as time passes over the years, the popularit of my websites will increase and, in time, actually selling physical copies of the stories and the religious books seems hopefully possible. The Angels Saga has grown well for the year, and a lot of stuff got done. I have finished off a lot of works in progress, but there are still a number which need work. A lot of my attempts at fanfiction epics based on Tolkien and Eddings and so on have been mostly on a hiatus for a few years now, but hopefully I will eventually find the patience to get stuck in and continue with them. I have sort of put them into the Angels saga for now, weaving the storylines into the worlds as created planets elsewhere in the angels saga universe. I don't know if I will pursue this for sure, as fanfiction can't really be published till works they are based on enter the public domain, but I might risk it. It will need some careful consideration, or more likely just a quick decision just to continue on with them as part of the Angels saga now anyway. I am talking to a number of people occasionally now on facebook, and there have been faces which I have gotten to know well now. I think, with patience, I might gradually develop some decent friendships, although most of them are overseas, which could prove difficult for meeting them in person. But I like facebook and will stick with it, as I will my other accounts on other websites as well. I visited a prostitute in Fyshwick at Exotic Studios the other night. I have been about 4 or 5 times this year, mostly earlier on, and it had been a bit of a wait. She was a very slim girl, in her 20s, and it was a stimulating experience. Safe sex was practiced, and I have been assured by a very sarcastic spirit which talks to me that all such girls, due to my highly exalted status as a legal citizen of earth based on a torah covenant, in a city which largely lacks such citizens, shall become my personal concubines in the world to come. That could be very interesting cause I've known a few now. Hubba hubba. Move over Solomon. I am 42 now, had a birthday in November, and am hopefully another year older and another year wiser. I still feel quite young in my spirit, and have tastes of a younger Daniel of even his teen years in many ways. Perhaps we never really change that much as people from the fascinations of youth, and older generations, who can often appear as if they have matured greatly, are just reflecting the kind of culture they had in their youths as well anyway. I notice that my generation still wears about the same type of clothes as they git older and that things don't really change that much in the end anyway. Interesting. Life goes on. I am happy and positive at the moment, and my mental condition is really quite well all things considered. I haven't been hospitalized, now, since 2008 – 6 years – and prior to that it was 2001. So in over a decade I have only been in hospital once for my schizophrenic condition. As much as anyone with my kind of mental illness could say, I suppose I am handling it as well as you could really hope. Still there are issues, but they are manageable. Work seems like a possible option in a few years. Depends how things turn out. All things considered, it has been a productive year, and I am hoping for some positive things for 2015/6177SC as well. Especially Star Wars Episode VII at the end of the year which should be fantastic.
Cheers for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia
Friday 5th of December 6177sc/2014ce-ad
Chapter Thirty-Three
Today is the 27th of December 2014 CE. Today I was chatting with a friend of mine, Justin Angold. Angold is his mother's surname, but his father's surname is Holder. Just sort of identifies as Hebrew-10 Commandments type of faith. Yet, he generally views the prophetical figures as schizophrenics and crazy madmen. For many years now I have been trying to justify Karaite faith as the truth. I have accepted that the scriptures are part of the religion of faith in God, and that the Talmudic approach is not inspired. I had previously considered the Torah only approach, similar to Samaritanism, but came back to Karaism in the end. But not any more. I have been praying Daniel 12 this year in regards to resurrection concerns and the life of the world to come and I have found that the spirit affirms my faith and denies it and I can never get consistent truth EVER from God on these doctrines. It is because the spirit of prophecy is a hodge podge of multiplicity of viewpoints and doctrines about future world, and no consistent truth exists because it is NOT truth. It never was God's plan to start with. So, do I go back and return to just Torah only, the pentateuch faith. No. I have found this alternative. THE OLD TESTAMENT FOUNDATION FOR THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT. This Bible is 'Tyndale's Old Testament'. It is the translations William Tyndale did in his lifetime of various books of the old testament, which have been assembled by the editor David Daniell, with word usage updated by the editor David Daniell in a more modern style. The books included are 1) Genesis, 2) Exodus, 3) Leviticus, 4) Numbers, 5) Deuteronomy, 6) Joshua, 7) Judges, 8) Ruth, 9) 1 Samuel, 10) 2 Samuel, 11) 1 Chronicles 12) 2 Chronicles, 13) 1 Kings, 14) 2 Kings, 15) Book of Jonah. That was the fullness of the translations that William Tynsdale did in his life of the old testament writings. William Tynsdale was the first English translator of the Bible for publishing. The Advancing Noah Movement has recently concluded that the writings in the Neviim in the Tanakh (Old Testament) on Prophecy, such as Isaiah and Jeremiah and so on, in the end, are works of the prophets themselves and not inspired by God. They are sources of confusion and elicit beliefs in 'future worlds' and 'World to come' realities which are untrue. They are prophetical madness, ultimately, and I have found no peace in attempting to justify my karaite faith with these works. My karaite faith needs remodelling - and the prophetical works must go. Because of that, the above foundational writings of William Tynsdale, the first English Editor of the Bible Old Testament, in a translation assembled by David Daniell, will suffice as the doctrinal starting point and scripture foundation for the Advancing Noah Movement from this point onwards. Our attempts to justify and understand such prophecies, especially the book of daniel, have always led to confusion, and it is time to dispel the madness. We may even perhaps argue that God got the right books translated by William Tynedale, the first of the translators for publication in English, in the first place. The list of 15 books will suffice. This is the new starting point of my faith, and the Advancing Noah Movement will gradually adjust over the next while to accommodate the new position. It is perhaps arbitrary that those 15 books are the books accepted, as I am mainly rejecting the prophetical literature of 'prophesying' prophets. Yet William Tynedale is the father of English Bible translations, they are the books he actually translated, and it is an existing bible with a compromise on its contents (not done deliberately for my sake) but which approximately satisfies what I am looking for in a bible. I think, because those 15 books will about do anyway, and that with the name and respect that William Tynsdale has associated with his biblical translations, this work of the editor David Daniell in forming this bible will suffice. The Advancing Noah Movement thus makes the judgement that is remains 'Karaite' as followers of scripture, yet rejects the prophesying prophets and future world doctrines, which bring no peace and soundness of mind and thought. Apart from that, its been a quiet enough time for me. I spent Christmas at my sister Brigid's place in Calwell, and it was a good celebrations. There were quite a number of people there during the day and the food was awesome. The mental health group has concluded its activities for the time being for the year, and will start up again soon enough next year. At the moment I am finishing up a long year with many days of extra resting, for I have been quite tired as of late, and with a recharged, renewed and refreshed spirit, I hope to start with a new beginning in 2015/6178sc. Life has been good enough to me so far – by the grace of God may it ever improve.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia
Saturday 27th of December 2014/6177sc
Chapter Thirty-Four
Today is the 1st of January 6178 sc (in the adjusted HNF Calendar, aka 1st of January 2014 ce/ad). In 2014 I prayed over 200 times, reciting mostly Daniel chapter 12 in full, for God to resurrect the dead. Very recently I concluded that the prophecies are probably just the rambling prophesying of the Jewish prophets. Saul prophesied, king of Israel. He spoke the word of the lord. But perhaps the word of the Lord is an urge to preach the holiness trained within oneself from the walk with God, and the spiritual blessings of the spirit from God, but is it always perfect? Is it always the divine will of God? If predicting future events do they always have to come to pass? Was Isaiah and Ezekiel and Daniel's prophesying of a future world to come of resurrected souls the absolute truth of God's plan or a prophetic initiative, and nothing more? In the end, I am not 100% sure either way. The David Daniell translation of the Tynedale bible is a possibility for myself, but only in time. Not quite yet. Still further reflection and consideration and prayer to God needs to be done, for indeed, is it not possible that the Tanakh is the very word of Yahweh? If a resurrection comes very soon, then yes indeed I had my part in praying for that to come true soon. Wether that was prayers answered, or the plan all along, is another mystery. And if it does not venture forth any time soon, then that is also a mystery to me. In the end, like I said, I just don't know. But I need patience, and to wait upon the lord, and not be so anxious for an answer so immediately all the time. But I hope for a return of the dead, and the advent of an everlasting paradise, and if it is just for the life of trees as Isaiah 65 prophesies, so be it, yet if it is a time beyond that, when Daniel's resurrection occurs, and indeed eternal life on earth is gained, then so be it also. Time will tell. I have not made any great resolutions for this year, and never really do indulge in such things. Not normally my style, but I recognize other people often make them. Last night I watched in the new year on TV on ABC24 with all the fireworks in Sydney, another spectacular show, and was wondering, is this it? The end of the world. But life still goes on. I have finished up another Lucy Potter story today, Lucy Potter and the flickering flame, which is a shorter one in the saga, and saw the death of Shelandragh May. For now I think I might rest a little on the chronicles, or perhaps this may be the end of it all. Time will again tell. I've smoked a bit the last few days, ordered some comics on ebay the other day, and listened to a lot of music on my stereo. It's been quiet, with not much happening, but that is the usual life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. In 2014 I prayed the scriptures over many requests an enormous amount, and even bested the phenomenal effort of 2013 I would suggest perhaps. Certainly in terms of using the scriptures as prayer anyway. My guardian angel, or the spirit, or whoever it is that talks to me through my voice told me once that God answers prayers at the end of the year also, a summation of all the years prayers to him. Perhaps that is true. I do hope so, for there are a lot of things I have asked for on all sorts of issues to come to pass, and as I have been told that we should pray for what we need or want, then I have done exactly that. But I have kept others in mind as well, often praying for the sanctification of many souls and localities. 2014 or 6177 was a good year. As January continues on, barring a resurrection from the dead, I will likely indeed continue on with the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny soon enough, and probably get around to something like Lucy Potter and the Terran Dragonrider to complete soon enough. I am hoping for good webhits on my websites this year, and God may possibly be favouring me this year with good numbers. Again, time will tell. I have had a good life so far and am content enough at 42. I'm happy most of the time, and though I go through personal hardships throughout the year, it is all worth it in the end. Hopefully 2015 or 6178 sc will live up to all the promise in the world. Hopefully.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia
Thursday 1st of January 2015/6178sc
Chapter Thirty-Five
You know, it's really about time the Baptist Church produced 'The Holy Bible of the Baptist Church'. The history would logically start with early Anabaptist Christians and their reactions to the Catholic Christendom Empire, and trace the roots up to the foundation of the Baptist union. The book would need Key Histories of various Baptist founders illustrated, as well as hymns, psalms and proverbs of the Baptist Church. Further, the best sermons they can produce for the Baptist Church, as well as the clear doctrinal statements of faith. Other articles and essays could be put in, and prayer to Almighty God for the Word of God and the Spirit of God to guide them would be absolutely essential in this task. Yet, as I have said before, not only the baptist, but Judaism needs another bible, Catholicism needs bibles for every century of the history of the Catholic Church, and all the established churches need their own holy bibles, something along the ideas of that illustrated above. Noahides, who have passion, should produce their own bibles as well. A key word is copyright. Get it while you can. It doesn't last forever. Today is the 16th of January 6178 sc. I wrote this the other day.
Orders of the Holy Roman Catholic Church upon the Reunification of Christendom
God
the Father, God of the Holy Roman Catholic Church
Jesus Christ,
Lord of the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Apostles and Disciples
of the Lord Jesus Christ of the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The
Majisterium of the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The General Body of
the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Baptist Christians of
the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Luther of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Presbyterian Christians of the
Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Anglicans of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Jehovah's Witnesses of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Christadelphians of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Mormons of the Holy Roman
Catholic Church
The Order of Pentecostals of the Holy Roman
Catholic Church
The Order of Evangelical Christians of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Orthodox Christians of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Salvation Army Christians of
the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Order of General Christians of
the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Congregationalists of
the Holy Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Methodists of the Holy
Roman Catholic Church
The Order of Lawkeepers of the Holy Roman
Catholic Church
The Order of Messianics of the Holy Roman Catholic
Church
The Order of Arian Catholics of the Holy Roman Catholic
Church
The Order of the Church of Christ of the Holy Roman
Catholic Church
The Order of Amish of the Holy Roman Catholic
Church
The Order of the Dominicans is bound to be jealous, should the new guys show up. Ha.
Went to group today. It was ok. Went swimming yesterday. It was ok. Bought a Commodore 64 computer on ebay the other day, with a disk drive. Looking forward to getting it. Still have some disks from the C64 we owned years ago. Looking to get some of the games for the computer we never owned. Life has moved on. A resurrection of the dead never happened on January 4 this year, which I prayed for. I have prayed, in persistence, for it now to happen next year in 6179 on January 4 again. Might happen. Might not. Wrote relating to ideas on Daniel just earlier and put it in a sermon in the Rainbow Bible in the Assembly of the Living God section. Resurrections? Still considered. Will it happen? God only knows. Showed people in the group today my youtube video on the rainbow which appeared to me a few years back when I prayed to God asking for a rainbow. I had been discussing noahide faith that morning with God and, after a while, I said to God 'Give me a Rainbow'. It was a completely clear day with barely a cloud in the sky, and half an hour later it was cloudy and a rinbow appeared. It's a 100% fact. Rainbow Covenant guaranteed my friend. Life is good. Busy with my books as usual. Wrote Callodyn and Kayella IX earlier, and it was brill. Really pleased with it. Got a new female friend on facebook. Jessica Moulin. She's a french canadian. Time will tell if anything serious happens. Really, happy I guess, at the moment. Life is going by alright. Bye for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
16th of January 6178sc. (16th of January 2015ce)
Canberra, Australia
Chapter Thirty-Six
Today is Wednesday the 11th of February 6178sc (11th of February 2015ce/ad). It has been a quiet month since my last entry. Very occupied with writing doctrine for the Rainbow Bible and the various other Assembly of Faiths of the Advancing Noah Movement, and especially getting the required websites established. Have a webcam again, and am now making some more videos which go onto my youtube account. Things back up and running in that sense. My old internet service provider had been started by my brother Gregory, and I had been paying him for its use, but when the contract expired we got it cancelled, and I am paying outright for my own service now. Did a few things in the last while – not much though. The highlight was visiting the arboretum in Canberra Central, up near black mountain. It is a new thing, which overlooks the city with stunning views, and has a gift shop, a bonsai tree collection centre as well as the large main room with a cafe and a restaurant, which are the main ideas for the place, alongside the stunning views. I went with my sister Brigid, Mum, Sue Grey (a friend of the family) and Sue's dad who had been visiting from England. It was a little bit rainy on the day, but I had a wonderful time, and enjoyed myself greatly. Apart from that I've been to group a little bit, bought quite a bit more stuff online, and continued on with my writings and a fresh bout of prayer for the year. It's been mostly quiet though. One thing has happened, though, quite unexpectedly. The french Canadian Lady I mentioned last entry, Jessica Moulin, has really started connecting with myself quite strongly. We have had a very well established email dialogue on facebook, with exchange of quite intimate photos, and she seems to be really falling for me, which I find quite strange, but who knows the mysteries of a lady's heart. At this stage ideas of marriage and children have been aired and, while I as of yet have not met her in person, as she works in London as a doctor for Doctor's without Borders, she seems wholesome enough and kind enough to start a relationship with. I could not object really – she is stunningly beautiful, doing well in life, and has a positive and charming personality. But I'm not in love yet, which happens in Daniel Daly's life simply when it happens. That said, my heart is probably gradually being drawn to the girl, simply because she has a great interest in me, and she seems such a great catch. We'll see if love has happened by my next entry. Mum is looking quite healthy and fit. She went walking yesterday with a new group, and I thought to myself last night she looks healthier than me. She'll be around for a while yet, I have constantly been telling myself, and now, at this stage, that indeed looks quite true. I would not be surprised to see her live to 100 or even longer. She takes very good care of herself, and is a great example in this respect. Go for it mum. We're watching My Kitchen Rules, for the most part, at the moment, as we did last year. I'm not quite as addicted as last time, but its a very good job of it yet again. They have a good balance of identities they have chosen, and its done very, very well. Good stuff. Seen most of my nieces and nephews here at the house in the last month, with visits, but James, Greg's son, is still in Perth and naturally I haven't seen him for a while. Greg has given up on the teaching idea, which I think is for the best, as he has plenty of qualifications, and really just needs to commit to a job and just learn to put up with it, rather than always chasing rainbows, which is a Gregory Daly tendency. I, personally, never really wanted to leave my AQIS job, and was planning on working at AQIS for the rest of my working life. I saw no point in every trying to change from the company I was with, and would have still been happy there, if my schizo condition hadn't made work too challenging. No matter – I have been kepy busy enough the last 15 years since leaving AQIS, and my own religious agenda will suffice till my dying day. I know it is important to secure a decent income for yourself, and fortunately I qualify for a disability support pension from Centrelink but, in an ideal world, I would be far healthier in my thoughts and not have the schizophrenic condition, as I would genuinely rather work for my income to feel better about myself and that I am really earning what I get. But I guess I have to face reality as well, and that work will only come along in the future if my condition stabilizes well enough which, at the moment, is not quite true, but may be one day. We'll see how things go. I've completed the Riftwar cycle by Raymond E Feist in terms of having now collected all the books in the saga, except for a recent new novella late addition called Jimmy the Crawler. But I should have that soon enough. I read Magician years ago, back in the 1980s, which starts the 30 volume epic, and while I haven't read the entire saga yet, it will be great to one day eventually get it all completed. Feist is a great author, like David Eddings whom I also greatly admire. So, for the most part in the last month, I've lived safely and securely here at 29 Merriman crescent, in the back room, with little action. Tomorrow, thursday, swimming looks likely, and for now life is going alright. In fact, the future looks good, and I am happy and content enough with it all. Looking forward to more life and seeing were the road takes me.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, Wednesday 11th of February 6178 SC.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Written Thursday the 12th of Feburary 6178sc/2105ce/2015ad/5775JewishCalendar. It is only been one day since my last entry, but I thought I would do a new entry with various things from my life in general. I have started a series of videos on my youtube account called 'Daniel Crapping On' series. I will release a new episode regularly, I hope. The concept is simple – just me bullshitting on about life in general, and picking up things from around my room and talking about them and my religion and just mockery and fun and bad jokes and stupid stuff. Reality Bullshit is what I call it. May it be successful by God's grace and I become an instant Youtube Celebrity. I wrote a short story to my friend Marcus Low just a few minutes ago, using ideas on those video titles, calling the stories after a story I asked Marcus to write for me – 'The Angel Cures'. Marcus is a sufferer of mental illness like myself, and I met him in the Tuggeranong group a few years back. He sells copies of the Big Issue for a living, and is a creative soul. He write a bulletin of sorts he releases regularly of about a page, and is a little bit crazy, just like me, but a happy and friendly enough fellow. His diatribe is that the world is against him, but to me he is slowly working it all out. I wish him well. Jenny Knee, one of mum's friends, dropped her home yesterday after she had been out for a while, and Jenny is a good friend of the family. I think highly of her, as she has a positive and friendly attitude, and has respect for people. Mum is catholic, and while I was raised Catholic, but journeyed on my own faith to find my best understanding of the truth, mum has remained loyal to the church of her upbringing. I wish I could, you know, in the end, have done that. Remained loyal to the Catholic Church. It's not easy to be someone who desires to keep the family faith, but then finds it at odds with what he really believes. I just couldn't remain in it in the end – too difficult to reconcile my own beliefs with that of the church. It's awkward, because I don't really like going against the grain when it all comes down to it, but In the end I guess you just gotta go were your heart leads you. I have been a Noahide 16 years now, have made an oath to God that I commit eternally to Karaite Noahide faith and, as far as I am concerned, the issue of what religion I am is resolved forever now. I know God is there – he has spoken to me, as I have discussed previously – and it has become apparent that my religious beliefs are good enough to satisfy him. So while I had to walk some hard yards, and leave some things behind I didn't really want to, I have made an eternal home in my new faith, and I am sure it will all work out in the end. In kindergarten my teacher was Miss McMinnamin, who became Mrs Ferguson. I can still see her face in my head, and have vague memories of that first year. I didn't really socialize at all with the other kids then, was shy, and put off by their tough talk and behaviour. And that is how the following 10 years at St Pats went for the most part also. Mostly a loner, insular, and not really fitting in. Friends came and went, but it was not ultimately meant to be. Probably, back then, God already knew where my hearts decisions were leading me, and it was just an education job in the meantime. I have very strong affection, though, especially for the high school campus, of those school halls and playgrounds and areas. The spirit of the place was really quite strong, things I notice animistically now, and while I didn't get along great with the kids, the actual spiritual environment and the feel of the school was fantastic. It was probably the fidelity of the brigidine nuns prayers for the school which led it to feel that way, and if it was, I am eternally grateful to them for their tireless efforts. In the end, I was not really a religious kid ever, despite being an altar boy, and while I found it all terribly boring then, I really get it now. If I was still a catholic, it would probably have worked out quite well by now. I like catholic churches, the feel of them, the pews and corners and places you can sit and be at peace. It's a church which has a long tradition, and it is a church which has prayed to God for a long time as well – not always to Jesus, mind you, but to God the father for the most part, especially it seems in the services which honour God a great deal. Sure they teach a trinity concept, but God the father is still the top of it all theologically. I don't really know how catholics get along in the hereafter, and the spirit says different things about all of that, but as a message to any Noahides reading this, Catholicism is not the end of the world. There are a lot of serious dedicated catholics who take religious concepts seriously and try to live decent and godly lives. I still look back with fondness over a lot of my catholic upbringing. But, in the end, the covenant of the rainbow has won my soul, so that is were my eternal future must rest. Canberra has a lot of churches, as does Australia, and the biggest church is the catholic church, whereas the biggest movement is now the pentecostal movement. Potters House was a very full on church, and people call it a cult. But I would say this – if it suited you and you like it, it had a lot to offer. If you understood the grind the pastor was going on about, and saw how it was useful for your own life, it could work. But for a lot of people it just doesn't. It suited me for a while, but I don't think its everyones cup of tea. Too much 'praise the lord' for a lot of people's appetites quite frankly, and they often go off to older more sedate churches as they get older because of it. The for the Advancing Noah Movement I would probably like a diversity of approaches amongst the differing denominations should they ever establish themselves on this Terran soil, because I don't think that just one approach is necessarily the only way to go, or even, from some ways of looking at it, that much of a healthy thing. Too much dictatorship in just one way for everyone. Too much conformity. Divided we stand – united we fall. My pension allowance came in this morning, and I have spent it online already, and bought some tobacco and paid mum my board. I'm working on my comic collection again, and my various collections of things, and am happy enough. I'm doing videos for youtube, as I said, and life is reasonably busy still for the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. Romance finally seems to be in the air, and things are still going well. Family contacts from cousins are happening at the moment, and my prayer life is good and my torah study is equally good. The doctrines continue to be established in the Rainbow Bible and the various websites for my writings, and life goes on much as it has done these last half a dozen years or so especially. My new webcam works well enough, and I am pleased that I bought it, and it was a good price as well. Today is thursday, which is normally my swimming group day, but I haven't decided wether I will go or not. Adrian Chan who runs the group activities (or many of them) is a great friend now, and I have been talking to him about Noahidism for a while now. No conversion as of yet, and it might never happen, but fingers crossed. My hebrew friend Justin Angold came around yesterday afternoon, and we chatted a good long while. He has ideas about a 10 commandments sort of faith, with common law principles in dot format fitting into one of the 10 commandments and made into a little passport size booklet. He has dyslexia and wouldn't be able to read it well, except slowly, but he doesn't mind me writing this out. Yet, like we discussed yesterday, he is not 100% sure if he can make a big enough commitment to it anyway. He is not shallow in his faith or anything like that, it is just that he doesn't really know how much of his heart is in it yet. I think he will work that out gradually. I've known Justin for a while now and he's becoming a good friend. Robert Preston, my bestie, rang me up also yesterday afternoon, and he is getting into comics, for either investment, speculating or collecting or something – but he's not sure which yet. He asked my advice on a few things, and I have been collecting comics since 1987 for the most part, so had a lot to share. It will be great if Rob gets into them in a major way, as comics are a huge part of my own life. Well that will do for this update, and I will post again soon enough.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, Thursday 12th of February 6178SC.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Written Thursday 12th of February 6178sc. Entry two for the day. Special Entry.
Here is the story I wrote for my friend Marcus this morning. It is only in an email to him, an online facebook group, and published only here.
THE
ANGEL CURES by DANIEL THOMAS ANDREW DALY
Copyright
6178sc/2015ce/2015ad/5775hebrew/Jewish calendar - Daniel Thomas
Andrew Daly.
Dedicated to Marcus Low
Stuart had an imagination. A rather bizarre one. He dreamed of Asian girls, naked, who approached him and his nether region and gave him intoxicating feelings of divine bliss. They were very attractive, the pick of the gene pool of Genghis Kahn's DNA, and Stuart was in love with each and every one of them. He needed this - hot girls - to infatuate him and his rather deprived sex life. And then, one morning, after some ravishing adventures, an angel, blonde, appeared to Stuart and said to him 'I am the Archangel Gandraladiel'. I am the head angel of a quartet of Guardian angels assigned to you these past 15 years of your life to entertain you and let you know you are special and loved by God. We know you have had a hard life, with wicked parents who have not really given you a proper allowance to further your desires of growing your mediocre Batman comic collection, but no matter. We will satisfy you with the finest Asian fantasies, and in time, with your increased libido, we are sure you will find the power within to get off your arse and exercise your 235 kilogram body, lose some weight, and actually finish the schooling you have delayed these past 6 months due to medical excuses. Stuart, you really need a job. This is a tough world in the year 2048 of the Christian Calendar, and life isn't getting any easier. There is a population worldwide now of over 47 billion people, and its a tough marketplace to compete in. But fortunately you have talent - we hope. Our suggestion is you register that Youtube account you have been thinking about getting, work with that Webcam given to you last Christmas, and start a series of videos called 'Stuart Crapping on'. The objective in these videos is to sit there and just crap on about whatever crosses your mind at that particular moment. Tell simple, pathetic and stupid jokes if you wish to, pick up an object from your room's collection of things and talk about that, and really, in the end, just bullshit on about life for a while. That is what, from our research, people are after now. Reality bullshit. They don't really need it so serious anymore - just talk about whatever crosses your mind, register the video on youtube, and with your copyrights intact you are inevitably onto a successful career. So get to it lad.' The angel had cured Stuart that day. He had an idea of being a Bullshit instant youtube celebrity and, over the next 29 years, he grew from a minor account with a few hits into a world wide sensation of the famous Stuart Marcus Ten Low, bullshitter extraordinaire of whatever the hell crossed his mind at any particular moment, enshrined in vaults of youtube security, and beloved and loved by all and sundry worldwide. And for a while Stuart was happy. Until Stuart Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly entered the arena and took Stuart on at his own agenda. The end
And here is some writing of mine on Collection Ethics I wrote today. Only online in a facebook group and published only here.
Collection Ethics (Copyright 6178 SC by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly – has to be released online and available for viewing, as all my copyrights generally have to (apart from really personal stuff, if God allows me copyright on it)). Look, Dan (speaking to myself). I invest in coins for a return. I'm not going to invest in something else like, for example, a Bon Jovi CD, simply because I actually want those Bon Jovi records, and wouldn't sell them anyway. And when it comes down to it, taking 'Tokyo Highway' as an example, if I owned all 100 copies of this limited edition, I would still want them all anyway. I have to compete with Redbank on BJ credibility for starters, and that won't be easy. I mean, what is the point in all that comic collecting – money? A return? What good is money. If I've got enough, don't bother. The coins will simply do as in investment. And even if I got mind boggling amounts of cash for something I owned, well, in the end, I may as well own it and keep the value and status of such an item. Why bother buying it in the first place if I really don't want it. Sure, if it was deliberately done as an investment, maybe. But you claim to be ethical, so while that is reasonable for a print run of maybe 4000 for a comic, for example, if it has low demand, then you may as well get a few I suppose, but for Bon Jovi of really ruddy limited stuff, leave it alone. Leave that stuff alone for the others who really actually just want the disc and music coz they love the ruddy thing. So don't rip off BJ's fanbase, and only buy those bootlegs for actually listening to. And, in the end, for a limited of 100, maybe 2 or 3 copies is ok for such a diehard BJ fan as yourself, especially as you want BJ collector status, which is sort of important to you now, but leave the rest of the babies alone. There are others who would like them if they knew. Don't be a jerk, buddy.
Cheers again
Danny D
12/2/2015 – 12/2/6178
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Written Sunday 15th of February 6178sc/15th of February 2015ce. Have been at home last few days – haven't gone out. Justin came over again, and has essentially agreed to join Assembly of the Covenant, one of the 70 Assemblies of Faith. It has had introduced to it the Australian Federal Criminal Law code. Justin's idea is to be a judge, in the Judge Dredd mould, who defends the laws of society when and if anarchy reigns. So Assembly of the Covenant is founded on the ancient law of the 10 Commandment and the Criminal Code of Australia as of February 2015. We won't change or update the law but, like the Torah, keep it unchanging throughout future generations. That is the same principle of all my religious rules and writings – they never change, and are never meant to, but act as timeless morality of this era in which they have been formed, which reflects much of the past eras of mankind in their formation. I am collecting things solidly again at the moment, and working on my books, comics, CDs, records, magazines, DVDs, computer and video game collection and other various things. The room is well stocked at the moment, and whatever happens in regards to world to come potentialities, I will go on collecting in the meantime. The relationship between myself and Jessica Moulin is continuing to progress, and hopefully she will be able to meet mum in Hull when mum and some of the family goes over to the UK in July. She wants to surprise them, so I hope for a favourable reception. I have now continued on with some decent prayer again for this year. In late 2012 I began praying in earnest, which continued on throughout 2013 and 2014 in very zealous ways. 2015 started moderately, and I have no great ambitions for rivalling the past two years efforts, but it is now starting to become a solid sort of year for prayer and Torah study and, perhaps, the kind of effort which will hopefully and ideally remain throughout the days ahead. I feel prayer is a big part of life, and it is best to keep God informed of the desires you have in life. I don't think it is so much that God serves us in answering our prayers, because he doesn't serve us at all. But he has expressed in his Torah that he desires us to pray and seek things from him, because he claims to be a provider for us, and, ultimately, he is concerned for the welfare of those who call on his name and turn from darkness and evil and sin. God tends to care for those who seek him and return to him, and loves us as well, especially when we stay faithful to him over a long time and stay loyal to him, his name and his heart. A great fatherly figure and provider for mankind, in essence, but he doesn't mind it personal, especially when we get over idolatrous realities which can come between us and him. He's not a trinity and he's not Jesus himself – he is Yahweh, he is Jehovah, he is the Lord God Almighty, El Shaddai – and when you really know who he is personally, prayer works better, and life, in general, works better. I've visited prostitutes about 50ish times in my life now, and while I have definitely received guilt for things in life, most notably for my pinching when I was younger, and I do remember those guilty feelings, I don't get guilt for visiting prostitutes. Having said that, I do kind of know the realities of safe sex practices with these working girls and, I tend to think, if I wasn't following ACT law of Canberra on the issue by wearing the condom and practicing safely, there may indeed by some guilt from God and even possibly rebuke. Maybe, maybe not. But if my name becomes defiled with sexual sin, which some might already think, and some might not, because in some ways my (manhood) is still intact with no breaches by physical contact of insertion without a condom, which might mean I am still afforded a degree of recognition on some semblance of sexual morals. I'm physically clean, have no VD's, and have always been courteous, polite and considerate and warm and loving with the girls I have engaged with for my sexual stimulations. I have never been or acted in any disgusting way with prostitutes, and have behaved like a discreet gentleman in this regards. And the girls, pretty much all of them, have been polite and seemed like nice girls for the most part. They didn't seem oppressed, and seemed to be doing what they wanted to voluntarily without any form of coercion, and none of them seemed to be complaining. But, having said that, yes, I am there to satisfy my sexual desires – what a beast I am. A stack of Bon Jovi and Def Leppard records arrived in the mail the other day which I had ordered on eBay. They were collectable ones of limited editions, some of them the standard singles released which are no longer available, and some specific limited edition collectable types of things. I've been a fan of both bands since the 1980s, and all up have, if all my collection over life was extant, quite a healthy collection of such records. I am nearing the full collection of Bon Jovi 1980s products which were released, and will progress, after that, to complete some of my standard favourites on such 1980s things, such as Def Leppard, Iron Maiden, Dio and even Madonna. Also, latter eras of such bands as Evanescence and the Spice Girls and maybe even some Britney Spears and Taylor Swift and other favourites, may be focused on in time, especially vinyl records of various kinds, which is the thing in some ways for the serious heart of my collection. Well, to me anyway, because I do also value rare CD releases, but records are the glory. I have continued working on my religious websites, and much more work is getting done. There is little in the way of new fiction at the moment in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, but I would imagine, as it seems to invariably do so, I will carry on again, and continue with the furthering adventures of the Children of Destiny. Life continues to remain pretty good, and while I might argue with God a bit from time to time, there seems to be a core amount of respect and admiration towards the creator in my heart which guides me over the rough patches and which, I hope, continues to grow in trust, respect and concern.
Cheers for now.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, 15th of February 6178sc.
Chapter Forty
Written Friday 20th of February 6178 SC / Friday 20th of February 2015 CE. Today my friend Justin Angold came over again and we discussed Torah. He remarked, as he has done previously, how he honours his parents by not reading the Torah, even though it is part of his faith. He doesn't really want to much either, because it sends his head in a spin, as he has mental issues like myself. Really, I neither approve or disapprove of this approach, but in the end I think it would be better if he studied a little Torah at a time on occasions, maybe a verse here and there, and tried not to get too excited about it. But that is in Justin's judgement, and whatever will be will be. Rob came around and discussed comics, and I gave him some Vision and the Scarlet Witch comics. He has bought some Uncle Scrooge Comics from Gold Key from eBay and wants to be a seller of Gold Key Disney comics, especially Uncle Scrooge ones. I wish him well. I went to group lunch today. It was a standard enough affair. Some banter with Adrian as usual, and nothing too much out of the ordinary occurred. Jenny Cutting was at the group today, who has left Christianity and gone into Buddhism. She dislikes the violence of the scriptures, and really does not like the Christian epistle to Timothy because of what she views as sexism within it. Jenny Cutting is a friendly enough girl, and while there is not that many girls who regularly attend the Friday lunch group, and it is always good to have them when they do, it is still alright going there, if not a little boring these day. Mostly been there, done that, if you know what I mean, and not much new under the sun. But after a while in life, it can become repetitive, especially if you are in the same routine all the time. Being staying at home a lot in recent times because I am finding myself happier with the simpler home life and my own religious activities online, rather that integrating so much with the mental health community. Justin has been a godsend in a sense, because it allows me to express myself and my religious desires, and the ideas for Assembly of the Covenant continue to progress. It is one of the 70 assemblies of faith and Justin is happy enough with the ideas we are discussing so far about how it should operate, function and what it should be based upon. Today he suggested the idea of incorporating the negatives of the Torah (the thou shalt not commands for want of a better word) into the code, fitting them into one of the 10 commandment categories. That will be discussed for a while. He brings beer usually, and mum is not completely happy with that because she is under some sort of belief it interfered with medication, which is not true for alcoholic consumption in moderation with our conditions. As I've said previously, I've never been drunk in my life, but I am drinking a bit more alcohol than usual as of late, so I remind myself to retain my non-drunkenness policy, and mum's advice should be listened to. We discussed how parents are often wiser than us and see things in our life we don't see so well, largely because of their own experience on the issue. I remarked how older generations are usually holier than newer ones and, if we should die and go to heaven, and people in heaven have continued walking with God and in the faith since year dot it stands to reason that by now the older a generation is the holier it would be anyway. Most of my recent spate of eBay orders have arrived now, and I am very happy with my new Bon Jovi records in particular – rarities on vinyl. I continue to enlarge my current collection and the stability in my life has continued to grow, I think especially because of prayer, a passage from the book of proverbs which I prayed as a stability prayer over my life over 100 times, and I no longer have any real compulsions to destroy or sacrifice my belongings, and apparently (according to the spirit) I will now gradually grow in real wealth. One of the psalms says its a blessing of the righteous to have houses filled with wealth so hopefully, as I am indeed trying to become a righteous person, my home and mum's (here at 29 Merriman Crescent) will continue to grow in wealth. I must be well over 500 offerings of Psalm 1 for the sanctification of the suburb of Macarthur now (where I live in Tuggeranong) and I add to that regularly. I have a lot of prayers now which are well over 100 using a full chapter of scripture, especially the psalms, and I continue to add further readings to those prayers on a regular basis. The Jessica Moulin relationship is quiet but stable. I will let you all know if things continue to develop with the girl. I am eating a lot of greens now. God told me I neglected my greens growing up, which are necessary for metabolic reasons to deal with weight issues, which is why I have had weight issues a lot of my life. I suppose it is the 'Green' elements of green coffee bean which help in weight loss, because standard coffee never really did anything for me in this respect. I even feel a little lighter in recent days. Hopefully I will be trim soon enough. All things considered, like I have said a number of times in the closing of these entries, I am pretty much content and happy with my life. Things are working out spiritually and in my standing or relationship with God, and I intend to really keep this faith forever – I oathed to God I would, so I can't really change my mind on it regardless. Life's good. Could be better. Maybe gradually becoming so.
Cheers
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, Friday 20th of February 6178 sc.
Chapter Forty-One
Special Entry, Friday 20th of Feb 2015. A letter just written to my brother Greg.
Dear Greg. I am going to post this letter into my autobiography.
Well, I'm Danny Daly. Your bro. We've known each other all our lives, pretty much. I remember you back in Berridale. I wanted to hold you, but mum let Brigid mainly, when you were a little tyke. You were the new kid in the fam, and I was jealous of Brigid getting all your attention. But I did get a chance I think. Growing up with you as my bro was great. Matt became kind of awkward as he grew, but you were always a cool bro. Cooma life, especially, was great. I remember our times especially at Lambie gorge near the showground, going over the place, and exploring. To me it always looked like something a bit unexpected for Cooma - I was little shocked when I first saw it, because I didn't think something so cool could exist in Cooma. When I lived in Cooma a few years ago I went up there walking once, and stood on the lookout tower, which I think is a more recent addition, and relived some of our memories there. School for me wasn't that great, as I wasn't hugely popular, and I do appreciate your year putting up with my bullshit when we played hand tennis for a while in high school. I did occasionally play hand tennis with the kids in my year, but was always a little put off by them. They were often too much for me in many ways. I loved when we would play with our army men together, and have marble wars throwing the marble at the army men we had lined up to defeat each other. I probably cheated lots of times, because I was overly zealous with my interpretations of fair play in those years, but believe me, with my rigorous education on spiritual things which happened from about 20 onwards I got over most of that crappy mindset. I'm really not the kind of kid I was back then. You might not really know me in many ways because we have been a bit stand offish for a few years now, but I've grown up for the most part. I do know I pushed you a bit with the car to drive me around places when I was here in Canberra in the early years, but I'm a lot more cautious about asking favours now and taking people for granted too much. I'm sorry for the way I came across at times in those early years. I was focused a lot on my life and things I needed to have done for myself, and I should have given more consideration to how I was impacting with others in what I was asking of them. I guess life and experience and reflection can be good teachers. I'm pretty religious as you know, and while I would really have preferred in the end to have remained in the Catholic church, I just couldn't because of how I understood the truth myself. I'm not really the kind of person, you know, who wants to go against their parents religion and upbringing. I'm not. I crave continuity and stability and tradition, but sometimes you just gotta do what you have gotta do, even if you don't like it. It's just the inner convictions some of us have. I didn't like Matt's attitude for years, and found him very grouchy, but I was always trying hard to respect my older brother, even if that didn't come across too well. I'm a bloody grotty sort of person around the house, and I damn well know it, and mum still complains a lot. I am sort of still caught up in my own thing and working on my books and stories and collections of things, and I really don't give the time or consideration to more mundane matters, which I do know I should. In the end I don't think I'm really actually lazy - more just not focused enough on practical things yet. That will change though, in time, because I am aware of my problems and am working on them. I must congratulate you on the choice of Christie for a wife, because she is extremely intelligent and of good humour and maturity. You have found a first class wife who you should always appreciate, and James is the best kid in Australia. I think forgoing further education by yourself is, in the end, the wisest thing for the time being. I would commend your music website, and encourage you to work on that idea further and get it well established. The quality of the recording of Prince of the Blood was first class on the site. Me - I wish I could get around to doing up a similar music site with my own recordings, but I just haven't had time for quite a while. I've been very busy with the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, and webhits continue to roll in and gradual popularity of the sites seems apparent at this stage. So I'm busy enough, and things to do aplenty for the time being. I'd love to be able to get with you and your recording music and get 'Dangerous Hearts' and some other of my song lyrics turned into songs, as I have ambitions also, and I think we work well together on that stuff. Hopefully some time in the future. My hope has always been that you move back to Canberra permanently, and I would recommend Macarthur nearby mum somewhere if you could afford it. LIfe's good for me at the moment, and things are going well enough, and I hope you make some good decisions in the next few months to guide your life towards a succesful and well earned retirement.
All the best.
Your bro
Danny Daly
Chapter Forty-Two
Written Friday the 27th of February 6178sc / 27th of February 2015ce. Today Justin Angold came over again briefly, and we chatted about this and that. He used his USB stick and I uploaded the Assembly of the Covenant doctrine page (which is found online also) to his memory stick. My PC copy has the Federal Criminal Code of Australia within the document, and his challenge over the next year or so is to take the various laws of the code and place them within this or that desgination of the Ancient Covenant – the Ten Commandments. After all this time praying and working on Karaite Noahide faith, it is the Assembly of the Covenant idea, with the 10 commandments as the central pillar, which seems to have finally attracted someone. With his work finished in time, I will add a small number of psalms and sermons, and we have agreed at this stage to have 100 copies of a booklet of the code printed off, 50 for him and 50 for me, costs split equally. Hopefully this idea will catch on with someone out there, and it may hopefully be the beginnings now of some sort of spiritual fellowship for all this activity of mine. He tried to talk me into walking around the block for health reasons, and he wouldn't give me a beer if I didn't, as he usually brings some beer along. I didn't do the walk – he didn't give me the beer. I went to group activities three times this week, which also had the collecting of some books and things from Vinnies down in Greenway at Tuggeranong town centre. My room is starting to fill up again with collected things, and this time I have sworn off against destroying or sacrificing anything to the best of my stability and discipline and now, after all this time with chaos on that issue, it finally appears to now be happening. Alleluia. Usual banter with Adrian Chan in the Van, and I tried some conversion talk on Noahide faith with him yet again, but only humorous silence normally replies. He is at this stage just not interested. A shame, he's a good friend, and great public servant, yet he couldn't get involved with a fellowship with me at this stage anyway, as he can't see mental health clients outside of work proscribed activities due to policy of the department. Yesterday I did a great deal of work on some of the Assemblies of faith, writing new mini sermons and various psalms for them, and they are becoming a little better established in their webpages. Activity overall on my webhits is standard sort of hits at the moment, so I must continue on with my prayers and persevere with the faith, for I am sure God will bless me with patience and time in my ambitions. My current CD collection features now well over 200 CDs, and is now finally starting to get towards the largest CD collection I have owned at any particular time of my life. I have destroyed practically every CD in my collections at times over life, yet the stability prayer I prayed quite a while ago now is finally starting to bear fruit, and I am stable now in my ownership and care and responsibility of my possessions. It's been a long and hard fight, but the future looks good at this stage. The relationship between myself and Jessica Moulin continues to develop, and we have both expressed stronger interest in potential family and marriage ideas in the future. Jessica is a very attractive lady, and I would be very fortunate to be married to such a lovely divine angel. I am continuing to work on home videos for my youtube account, and am enjoying my 'Daniel Crapping on Again' series of videos, which is just me bulshitting on about whatever crosses my mind. It's copyright though, and I intend, at this stage, to continue doing these videos for quite some time to come yet. Today I recorded 'Daniel Crapping on Again 4' and it is uploading at the moment. Very slow the upload to youtube with my current system, but it gets the job done eventually. Family is all well and in good enough health. Greg has quit his uni studies, and continues to work nightfill at woolworths, while Christie works at Medicare. They'll get through it all I am sure. Greg now has a new music website, and it has a sample recording of his classical piece 'Prince of the Blood' on it. It sounds the best I have ever heard it sound, and he's done a great job. I wish him all the success in the world. Hopefully he can find what has eluded me in the real world in many ways so far. Thoughts of the world to come have been on my mind recently, and in spiritual discussions with the Holy Ghost. It will definitely happen it tells me at times, and then contradicts itself and claims I need to be more rationale, and that the prophets were just speaking their mind. It is a nebulous predicament I find myself in, and God simply isn't forking over an answer to this old question of mine I have sought him for ages now any time soon. Come on Jehovah – spill the beans. Regardless, life goes on and, with thoughts on the lovely Jessica on my mind, it finally seems that Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, after so much bloody suffering, might have a hope and a future and an expected end. It would be a welcome relief from the service of suffering I have been going through for quite some time now indeed. It looks like my Hull City Tigers may possibly stay up again in Premiere League for another season, and the Bulldogs look really professional at the moment. Hawthorn Hawks have won the last two AFL grand finals, and things look good for a threepeat. Fingers crossed. A regular sort of week, but God has kept me amused enough, and through his Holy Spirit talks to me all day long now, and I am never alone in a very real way. I continue to be happy living with mum here at 29 Merriman Crescent and while she is going to England in July, life is generally a content enough thing for Danny Daly, and while I hope for better, I am happy with what I have got. And I know I've said that before.
All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra, Australia
Friday the 27th of February 6178SC. (Note: SC stands for 'Since Creation')
Chapter Forty-Three
Written Friday the 27th of February 6178sc. Entry two. Taylor Swift is my favourite pop princess when it all comes down to it. Her most recent album was calle 1989. She was born on the 13th of December 1989 and 13 is her lucky number. So I felt, seeing as I just put the CD on and 'Welcome to New York' is currently playing, I would chat about my life in the year 1989. It dawned with new possibilities. The ego year of 1988 was finished – not my ego, but the ego's of my St Pat fellow school mates as we finished the 11 year slog from kindie to year 10, and I travelled with the pack the whole way through. The ball the prior year as celebrations summed up my whole experience – I didn't dance with any girl at all, which had been par for the course the whole slog through school for the most part. But in the prior year or so the 'Gang' of Aso, Draddie, Werle, Grattie, Postie and Willis had become the central thing anyway – and they lived and dwelt in the Public Domain, going to the public school. 1989 was year 11 at Monaro High school as I boldly entered in, but put in zero effort the whole year, and as 1990 came around we disappeared from the Cooma scene entirely to Canberra. In 1989 I met Louise Roseman (who is still a friend of mine on Facebook) who was Donald Shanley's ex. There were issues on that. At the pool Aso kept on telling me, as Louise offered up her bikini clad back for my massage skills to 'Get into her'. I was still tender, and innocent. I kissed her at Dradrach's place that year, and she had a crush, but I wasn't really sure about anything, and wasn't quite ready for girls. At the Cooma show that year it was a blondie called Jenny Taylor from memory, and we were on the dodgems heaps, and she wrote me a dirty porn letter in school. I boldly claimed to Postie that 'Jenny was a test for Louise', which was just bragging and had absolutely no truth in the statement, as she hadn't been at all, but it got around as Postie blabbed, and I get in a lot of shit, especially from Jenny's bestie Belinda. Indoor cricket happened that year, and we won the B Grade comp. I was a good enough team member, and it was a whole lot of fun. There was outdoor cricket, and we were on the 'cops' team. I played a little, but had no records as such, mainly just fielding. That year was heavy metal all year on the portable tape players with headphones, and buying batteries (or sinfully stealing them from woolworths which I must confess I did) was a big part of it. I think the fishing trip to the Murrumbidgee happened that year with the guys, and we stayed overnight in a tent. I remember riding back the following morning, and as I passed Jenny Cheetham's farm, the girl I actually did have a crush on who was from my own year, as Louise and Jenny were younger, my heart yearned for her. I met Jenny years later after contacting her through her mother, and we chatted at a Revival Fellowship get together. She didn't quite remember me it seems, but my crush had been big back then. She seemed older, had lost a bit of her great looks, but it was the same Jenny. I made her the twin of Jesus in my Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. She married a Mr Clark or Clarke, but that ended in divorce, yet she kept the surname. She would in her Christian devotions, and I sensed she would not marry again out of Christian wifely duty, but I could be wrong. We were the Ninja pack that year, up in the pines behind north street, and I will confess the group got involved with pinching ski jackets and things from the ski lodge that year. Mum asked me about it as it was reported in the paper, but I denied the whole thing. I didn't do any of the actual theft, which was the domain of others in the gang, but I did receive stolen goods, for which I was guilty. I repented a lot of this a few years later, and stolen goods were thrown away and I have been severely embarrassed about it for a while. We were Iron Maiden's 'Weekend Warriors' – believe me. But what I did come Monday, eventually, was get over it. And as Bruce sang 'I wasn't that way any more' in the early 90s when Fear of the Dark came out. I had repented by then. And of course, it was the pinball arcade, and mastering the new games, and watching Gareth kick everyone's arse, the nerdy kid from the Eastend Cafe around the corner. Commodore 64 games at Dradrach had been big for a while by then, and me and Greg had purchased our own copy with shared money, which all worked out quite fine actually, with never really any disputes on ownership rights or anything. We shared quite easily in fact. I wagged a lot, and missed half the year through not bothering, but some learning, in the end, had been done, and it wasn't a total waste of my teachers time. Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Iron Maiden was my favourtite track of the time, and anxiously chatting about the next AC DC album with a bloke from my year (Richard I think) was a thing. I liked the school well enough, and we all congregated down by the library entrance near the back of the school, our hang out place. It was, in many ways the time of my life, and I had the time of my life. I didn't know, though, that it was a short lived glory of my youth, as Canberra and depression and the beginnings of my own spiritual journey awaited, but it was in many ways the last days of my innocence, and I remember that year as a standout year in the life of Daniel Daly. And, the greatest of blessings, Taylor Swift was born that year, so it all worked out well in the end anyway.
Cheers
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra, Australia
27th of February 6178sc / 27th of February 2015ce
Chapter Forty-Four
Written Saturday 28th of February 6178 SC / 28th of February 2015 CE/AD. I thought I'd write in this chapter about the Christmases I've lived over the years. Early Christmas celebrations back in Berridale were marked by anxiously trying to get to sleep the night before, and thinking that Santa will come in the morning. Dad once said to me back then Santa was real, and I thought of him flying through the sky on his sleight with the reindeer. I remember once trying to get to sleep because I was looking forward to the morning, and thinking I would never find any sleep, but I did fall asleep very quickly. Mornings were when we found a pillowcase full of our presents, and Saturday was spent in the lounge room playing with our toys all day. It was usually the best time of our lives in those days, and we would play around all day. Berridale Christmases were mostly like that, the pillowcase full of presents and toys, and they are some of my fondest memories. Cooma Christmases probably started like that somewhat, and would have continued like that, but by the time I got to 15 or 16 they had probably become less of an issue to me. I don't remember later Christmases of the 80s particularly at all really, but the 90s Christmases I do remember very well the traditions. We would often have Kay Bryant and her son Gerard Bryant for 90s Christmases, and while it had not so much been a personal focus in earlier years, the christmas dinners started to become a little bit more of a thing for me. I remember Kay would always smoke, and that would be often a topic of conversation between the family when Kay was out of the room having a smoke. I remember one occasion on boxing day I think it was, they were all at mass or something, and I found a box of quality chocolates and scoffed most of them or all of them from memory. It was always a good time of year, and a great time to relax. Christmases of the 21st century, thought, changed again. We weren't always at home for them, but would go from either Brigid's or Jacintas or Gregory's place on various years and have Christmas with them, and that tradition has continued. From time to time we would be at home as well, but it fluctuates now from year to year. It's not so much about the presents anymore, as I mainly get presents from mum of clothes and a little bit of cash, but the big thing is the food now, and I look forward to Christmas now each year because mum goes to extra effort in her cooking and does the turkey and the potato bakes, and often the trifle, and the food is of very high quality and it's really a good time. Last Christmas was over at my sister Brigid's place in Calwell, and all up there was about 30 people who showed for the day, and it was a great time to chill out. The food was excellent, and although I was a little quiet, as I often am at such celebrations, I had a good time. I have thought over the last number of christmases that I perhaps should go to Mass with mum, mainly out of tradition and because I was raised a Catholic, but in the end, while I don't mind celebrating the feast with the family and have no problems with it, I don't think I can really include Christian fellowship participation in my lifestyle anymore. I'm too much of a Noahide now. It's just the way it is. Sure, Midnight Mass is a classic idea of Catholicism, and I've thought that if I was to celebrate a service it would have to be the Midnight Mass to be truly authentic, but in the end, no. Just can't do it. I've let mum know that if I die before her then it is ok to have me buried with a catholic mass, but in time that will probably change. If my Karaite Noahide community grows, then I will just have something arranged with them ultimately. People often like to talk about the meaning of Christmas, or the true meaning of Christmas, and people often complain that it has become over commercialized, and perhaps they are right. In many ways its more of an economic principle now, rather than just a traditional christian celebration, and all sorts of people celebrate the day without giving a damn about the spiritual significance of it. Wether that is a good or bad thing, its just the way it is regardless. Regardless, though, of the christian aspect in the holiday, it is a family tradition and I will go on celebrating the day with my mother and family for the time being. When mum dies, barring a world to come eternity adventing, I possibly though will let it go. Instead I may end up starting my own solstice day celebration on the same day, with solstice cake and all that stuff, mainly for any potential family that comes along. Yep, the pagan celebration christmas was based on to start with. But I'm not a pagan, and instead its just an excuse for a celebration for that time of year, and to get along with mainstream society. Ultimately, Christmas has been a happy enough time for me over the years. I don't have anything against celebrating the day, and I find it a great time to relax, eat a lot of food, and just have a good time. It's the year's end, and we all need an excuse for a holiday after another hard years work. And for me its a great time to do just that, and I appreciate the tradition because of it. I am grateful to my mum and dad for all the fuss they have made for us kids in all those years, buying us presents and having a good day for all of us, and when all is said and done, just have yourselves a merry little Christmas. AMEN.
Cheers
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra, Australia
Saturday 28th of February 6178 SC.
Chapter Forty-Five
Written Saturday 28th of February 6178 SC. Entry two. I thought I'd spend this second chapter on many of the people I have known throughout my life. Cyril Daly: Dad, and one of the biggest influences. He was a quiet man, faithful worker to his job, and caring father. Mary Daly: Mum, my rock in many ways, who has seen me through many difficult times. Matthew Daly: Big brother. Got along ok when we were young, but latter years beset with arguments. Brigid Bridges nee Daly: Big sister. Tough big sister, but caring and respectful. Jacinta Bradley nee Daly: Little sister, with peacemakers heart. Gregory Daly: Little brother with good musical talent. Mrs MacMinnamon: Kindergarten teacher, and good example: Sr Susan, early infants school teacher, who I really respected. Sandy Schofield: School mate, who I had my first crush on. Mr McHugh: Year 4 & 5 teacher, who I respected a lot. Don Huckell: High school English teacher, with classic 'Murph' stories. Peter Dradrach: unofficial gang leader of my 80 pinball arcade gang of buddies. Damien Asonovsci: closest friend in the gang, and fantasy afficionado like myself. Daniel Porter: Closest friend at Lake Tuggeranong College in 1990. Louise Roseman: first girlfriend in 1989. Lee Chiu: Hong Kong girl I met at CIT and who I wrote letters to, and she wrote back. Unofficial girlfriend. Lindy Barham: Close friend in CIT days. Tammy Saunders: Girl from Potters House who took me to my first Pentecostal service. Mal Makkinga: closest friend in potters house days, who married Tammy Saunders. Phil East: Pastor of Potters and big influence. Sophia Sharaf: hot egyptian girl, and big influence in Potters house. Kerry Scarlett: First real bossman from AQIS. Sensitive to proper conduct. Good public servant. Odette Wells: AQIS co-worker, who I fancied a lot. Kirsty Gilchrist: AQIS co-worker who I also had a crush on. Klaudia Papp: delivered stationery to AQIS occasionally. Very attractive girl and we talked on the phone a bit. Becky Kent: UPC girl who I had a big crush on. Ann Kim: UPC girl, who I liked but knew it wouldn't work out with. Paul Saberton: Pentecostal Father and Son theologican, who I agree with on some fundamental doctrines of christianity. Big influence. Brenton and Chris White: mates from Potters house. I still talk with Chris, but Brenton doesn't really want to know me. I miss him though. Aaron Goodsell: sort of shares my karaite noahide faith, but doesn't explicitly call himself a karaite noahide, but just himself. Peter Fletcher: Potters house, and joined with me at UPC. The Fletch – Most Valuable Player and Greatest of all Time (MVPGOAT at basketball). Madalene Bridges and my nieces and nephews: Glad to have all of them. Great kids. David and Alan my brothers in law: I think well of them. Christie Daly nee Gonzaga: Greg's wife, and smart girl. Gerard Bryant: Long term friend of the family and he's always great to have around. Adrian Chan: Mental health worker and takes me to group activities. A great guy. Marcus CCC: friend from the group, and very hospitable. Marcus Low: also a friend from the group, and great intellect. Jessica Moulin: My current online girlfriend. Thinks might hopefully work out between us. Heck, there is a whole host of names I have left out, but they have been some of my biggest influences and strongest friends. I value all of them and have probably prayed for all of them quite a bit over the years. They have helped produce the person I am today, with words of advice and guidance. Anyway, this is chapter 45, which is the glory chapter, as Daniel equals 45 in ordinal equivalents in Numerology. In some ways this might possibly be the closing of my autobiography, or at least the closing of my first work. I am not sure, but for the time being I will close with this chapter. The spirit has been talking about soon adventing world to come possibilities, and I think I might bring a close to a lot of my writings and works now, and finish them up, and leave it at that for a while. After a sabbath of sorts, I will possibly continue on, but will start again. A new beginning. So this is it, the final chapter of my autobiography, my first autobiography, and while I can't guarantee there won't be a chapter 46 in a little while, for most intents and purposes, right at this moment, this is it. The future will tell of what will be. So saying this final goodbye. Over and out. Cheers.
Danny Daly
28th of Feb 2015
Chapter Forty-Six
Written Tuesday 10th of March 6178SC / Tuesday 10th of March 2014CE. I reached my crossroads, found out that in the end I just didn't believe in any world to come happening on planet earth, and have just accepted that it is a life to come upon death. More of a progressive Karaite viewpoint now, rather than an Orthodox Karaite viewpoint. Jessica Moulin actually appears to be a fake account, from what I've gathered. She gave me her phone number in the end, and I rang it, and there was an answering machine which had her speaking in French, and it seemed to check out. But she finally asked for financial support and I knew what had been happening all along – it was a very sophisticated scam to look like a genuine person. Really had me fooled. Should have known, though. No girl comes on to you like that in real life so quickly. Just weird. I never really had any built up feelings for the girl, and was just going with the flow, and it didn't even really bother me this time. They are getting more devious in the lengths they will go to now on fake accounts, and I don't think I will ever really talk to a girl much now online, unless I can 100% verify her actuality. Anyway, I have decided that 45 was indeed a finishing chapter in many ways in my autobiography, and while life still goes on, that marked the end of the 'Chronicles of the Children of Destiny' which is now the first half of 'The Angels Saga'. The second half, which I have begun writing is the 'Chronicles of the Children of Fate'. I still have a lot more writing in me on this particular storyline, and there is a lot more I can say and go on about, so I have judged that I am about half way there with what I need to get down in writing in the end. So I will split it into two parts, the first and the last, and all other designations and ideas for the saga previously conceived, bow to this as the current champion. I've changed the structure a lot after rethinking, and really can not say at all that I won't do it again, but this will do for now. It may possibly change yet again in the future, and this might by no means be the last format change of the overall structures of the COTCOD universe. But I will work with it for the time being. I still have more stories to tell in the saga it seems, so for now I will go with this general flow of things. In the last week or so I visited the pool again, and chatted a bit with Adrian and co. Went to pizza group on Friday, and over the weekend Mum was at Jacinta's down at Cooma, and I was on my own. Justin Angold came around and we chatted again, and I wasn't too lonely for the weekend. Mum will be gone again for 7 weeks in July, so I will be on my own for quite a while. I'll get through as best I can, which is what I will have to do one day anyway when mum finally passes on. I did some rearranging of my room over the weekend, and brought in a bookcase from outside, and have shifted it all around so that I can also bring in quite a large bookcase, which might have to be 2 narrower ones instead, just to make sure I can get them in my room. I'm 42 now, and have probably gotten to the point were children are no longer really a reality for this earthly life. Can't say it won't absolutely happen, but it no longer looks likely. I'm sort of settling down now to a simpler way of life, happy with mum here in Macarthur until she passes one day in the hopefully distant future, and then it is either Berridale, Cooma or here in Canberra with my sister Brigid as my ultimate final living place, as I wouldn't want to move again after that. I'm not the kind of person who has a great bucket list of things I want to accomplish and tick off in life. It's not really my personality trait to give that much of a damn, really. It's just a simple life for me. I'm not really gonna look back with regrets over things I didn't do. That's not me, as I look to the future for that. I will be happy, though, if one of my core beliefs, what you acquire in life you acquire in life for eternity, turns out to be true. I've had a full life of collecting all sorts of things I'm happy with, and will be eternally blessed should it all be waiting for me on the other side. Let's hope so. My room is neatish at the moment, and I don't think I will change it ever again while I still reside here, apart from bringing in the new bookcases as the final thing. I guess I have finally found that thing in life, on earth anyway, which we all look for I guess – my settling down. I have an active enough life with mental health group activities, so don't need that much more social interaction anyway, so I really look to eternity for the fulfilment of many of my other dreams. God seems to suggest to me a lot that that is were it all is at at this stage anyway, so I will just leave things be for the rest of my life on earth. I have a stable income, a stable home to live in and a stable friendship with my mother, my house mate. I don't think I am really looking for that much change in my life anymore anyway. There are still things I like to do – like going on trips around the local region a bit, and to antique stores to collect old books and things like that. But I'm happy with the simplicity of that being enough, and with my decent meals that I get, and good music and TV, I'm happy enough. And my writings give me something meaningful to do and pursue with much of my free time. I'm happy, I guess. Pretty much content. And, in reality, I am not sure I would want kids anymore in this life, all things considered, even if it were available. Life goes on, as it inevitably does, and I have a lot more adventures to chronicle in the Angels Saga for the time being, and I look forward to moving to Cooma when mum dies – there I said it, I made up my mind – which will make me quite happy. Owning my own permanent home in Cooma is what I am striving for when it all comes down to it, as I love the town and its spirit and its geography. Yes, I'm happy with life, and in reality don't really even want a relationship with a woman till I have my own owned place anyway. So for now it is business as usual here at 29 Merriman Crescent, more writing, trips here and there, social grouping with the Mental Health community, and the continuation of collecting the various odds and sods and bits and pieces I am addicted to collecting. Life goes on. It's good enough.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, 10th of March 6178SC.
Chapter Forty-Seven
Written 10th of March 6178sc – entry two. This entry is more of a diary entry, with just some thoughts of the moment, rather than being a specific autobiographical entry. But it is my thoughts, so they are autobiographical of my minds activities for the day anyway. I thought I'd share the meaning of life. There isn't one. Hah. Seriously, life just is. We just exist. God started it all by existing first and, after a while, he said 'why the hell not' and now we exist too. To pass the time we smoke cigarettes, have sex with our spouse or partner, drink Coca Cola, and play video games. And that generally is the full and complete meaning of life. If you want to get bored with detail you can consider a religious calling and go off and save mankind – and if you do, bully for you. But it's only something to do with life – not the meaning itself. Ultimately it just doesn't have a meaning. We can have things to do to keep ourselves busy but, in the end, as Shakespeare says, that is just much ado about nothing. Just whatever we do to fill in the time is what it is all about. Now, I CAN give some advice how to have a happy and prosperous life with the living experience, which is not so much the meaning of it all, but rather, what to do with it all. And, really, in the end it is just better to replace a mystical search for the meaning of life, which there isn't one on, because we just exist, we just are, and instead fill it in with practical things to do which sort of give happiness and a point to the living experience. Never take it all too seriously, it is just something to do to fill in the time, and remember the rules and laws of life which govern how we get along so we can basically just enjoy it in the end. A secret to life is finding that balance between serious and play – too much serious and you will be bored, too much play and you will get jaded. Find a good balance through trial and error with your work and play, and you will work it out well enough in the end. And if you like a lot of play, sometimes it can really help if you can find a sensible career involving what you love to do. As its said, have a money making career in which you enjoy what you are doing and you will never work a day in your life. Another secret is to work hard in your living things and collect a lot of things which are interesting to do, like books and movies and CDs and board games and jigsaws and magazines and nice clothes and everything under the sun which can pass for a hobby or a pastime, as these things will normally carry on into your eternity and eternal life. Have a lot of choices, in the end, from a hard life's work of getting good stuff to do with your time, and you really will enjoy your eternal existence that much more. Find some nice restaurants and good places to holiday in your life time. Find nice travel routes and places to go and people to see. Fill in life with a good old fashioned bit of adventure, but my personal advice is not to go too crazy with thrill seeking that you forget mundania which pays the practical life's bills and gets you grounded back in the real world. Again, its about that balance thing. Work can actually be enjoyable. If you can develop a good working attitude and try and find ways to enjoy your work, it can be so much more of a thing you enjoy doing rather than a labour. Show some humility in what you need to do to earn a buck, and you will be surprised that you don't mind working for the man so much at times anyway. Develop good friendships and stay loyal to them – that is a great piece of advice for a happy life and eternity. Talk to them, ring them up, write them actual letters and not always just emails, and get to know them and build bonds of trust and respect. Have a good time with them. They enrich the living experience that much more. Go to plays, go to movies, go to fares, go to shows. Be careful with your money, but spend a fortune occasionally when the situation warrants and budget allows. Alcohol is great, but get pissed to much in life and your kidneys will pay for it later on. Remember that moderation word in all things. Ultimately working out how to have a great and fulfilling and happy life is really what we should be concentrating on in the end anyway. A first basic, that I've learned the hard way, is to make sure you know the guy who runs the show – the big Kahuna – God Almighty. An eternity runs so much smoother if you know the one who created it all. Remember God and prioritize on his morals, and believe me life will work that much better for you in the end rather than your own pride-filled reasons and logics. Family is always a great way to go, but make sure you have the finances to support them and, usually, the kind of place to live in a city or town or village or suburb which has enough lawfulness and friendliness to not make your children's lives a hell from oppression of bad neighbours. A good neighbourhood for your children really is a must in the end if you are serious about the family thing. In the end a life of prosperity is about the best choice to make, but its all up to you ultimately. It's your life. It's up to you. Me, I'm generally doing the best I can with it all, and find things to do to fill it all in. I construct my working life on religious writings, as I have a government disability pension so don't really need to do any work to get by, but I would be very bored by now if I didn't do something constructive, practical and useful with my time, and what I am doing now satisfies me. Ultimately, I feel, this earthly life is like a template for eternity in many ways, which goes on forever if we work it out properly with God. And with that fellow himself, God, don't be surprised if there are actually a few surprises from him down the track. In the end, I guess, life is like a box of chocolates. You never know what you are going to get. Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra, Australia.
10th of March 2015.
Chapter Forty-Eight
Written Thursday 12th of March 6178sc / 12th of March 2015. Actually, the way the new stories have come out, with the idea with the introduction of 'Adah – Child of Heaven whose role is 'Fate'', I have now gotten towards the final bits of the Angels saga. No, it won't go on indefinitely any more. The 4 O'Clock 15 story saw the end of the theophany, who was taken to the pre-existing realm mentioned a little in the saga, and that is were the Children of Destiny will all gradually be taken and the story will end then. There is probably around 20 to 30 shorts with maybe a few novellas left in the saga now. The Morning Stars of Eternity story 'Raphael' (aka Morning Stars 3) was finished off properly the other day with another thousand odd words which completed it more properly. Most of the 2 volumes of Morning Stars of Eternity stories need this extra work. So each volume is about half done at this stage, which is about another years work all up to finish both volumes. Lucy Potter will go on to 12 novellas which will complete that forever – that is my final decision. Number 8 will be elaborated to its proper length, so will the Golden sovereigns and the terran dragonrider will be finished properly. Morning Stars itself has 21 chapters which complete it. I have the chapter notes for the rest of the story, and will get to that soon enough. The various 1400 stories will all need to be finished off properly, and for the first 20 of them they need about novella lengths. After that its a few stories for each saga for about half a dozen or so, and then just a short story of a few hundred words for each of the remainder of the 1400 universes. Probably about half a million words all up in 2 or 3 volumes all told, which is about 3 or 4 years work, or maybe a little more. The realm of infinity storyline will finish with its 4 parts, and that will take about a year to finish. There will probably be about 50 or so additional short stories inserted into the saga then at various points to finish off loose ends. A years work. Then the Tolkien, Eddings, Cook and other works will be finished off, but not at the original planned lengths, but shortened each to about a novel's length all told. A year for each project. So, at about mid 50s I should have it all done, about a dozenish years from now. It could be done sooner, though, depending on how much I think really needs to be done. But the crux of the central saga is just about told now, and will finish off this year most likely. This autobiography will definitely end at chapter 50 – that is 100% certain in my mind – but I won't definitely say I wouldn't leave it for a decade or so and write a new volume entirely as a complete recap of the past decade. Maybe. Maybe not. And this will do for the day, and I have things largely under control. Cheers. Danny.
Chapter Forty-Nine
Written Friday 20th of March 6178 SC. As much as I would like to stay true to my comments in the last chapter, I just can't. This autobiography simply must continue past chapter 50. I really want to call it quits in many ways, and its not even just about staying true to what I said, but a genuine desire to finish this thing off. But it's not going to work, because what I find is that there is a compulsion within me to keep on writing this autobiography, like there is a compulsion to keep on writing the chronicles of the children of destiny and add in new ideas, that when I often try to finish it, something rises up and forbids that. I must therefore write, whether I like to or not, simply because the compulsion and desire is just to strong to refuse. Just the way it goes, I suppose. The last week has been a regular enough week. Visits from Justin Angold with beer, usual discussion and a happy Daniel. A chat with my sister Jacinta on the phone, who is in the process of buying a home in Cooma North, with a loan from mum, which will be awesome if the bank approves of the whole thing – mus is putting in a 20 grand deposit, which will give them the 'deposit' that they need to get the loan. Alan and Jacinta are genuinely stable workers, so there shouldn't be any problems with them paying off their home loan. I went to the pool yesterday with Adrian, and Rebecaa Hill, Marcus CCC, Leelin Chong and Andrew Wojcik were there, as well as Karl who we picked up while going. I did 5 walked laps of the small pool yesterday – the first time I've bothered with laps – and I felt a bit of extra energy afterwards, so will continue with this mild exercise when I go to the pool now, which is a way of staying a bit fitter. Jessica Moulin contacted me again on facebook, and I asked her if she was really Jessica Moulin, but she never responded. I'm pretty sure it's actually just a fake scamming account. Bitch. I have entered a new phase were I collect a LOT of comics again. I have prayed in past months a lot for DC comics to produce cool comics, and with the new 'Convergence' storyline, and the relaunch of a stack of new number 1s from DC, It looks as if God is answering my prayers, so I will be subscribing to a stackload of new comics shortly enough. Life, generally, is good at the moment. Mum is in good health, but actually complaining that she's been a little bit tired recently. I think old age is FINALLY starting to show up a little for Mary Daly, who has been a brick in my life forever. She is 77 now, soon 78, and not getting any younger, but its been a long time now and she has never shown any real sign of getting older and weary. But in the last few weeks it is coming in a bit. She's finally starting to feel her age. I am not so sure now she will be around for another 20 years, which I had a lot of confidence on, and I might have to start facing reality of moving soon. If the place is going to be sold, and split amongst us, and mum has said that with Jacinta already getting a lot of money, she will not receive a share of the money for the sold house (but she might get a lesser share, depending on how things work out), so I might get a much larger share, which just might make it possible to afford my own home in Cooma somewhere, which is probably the choice I will eventually make to live in. For Canberra, I would likely have to live with my sister Brigid and rent from her, which is a possibility, but I will likely go for my own place in Cooma when all is said and done. I reorganized my bedroom the other day, bringing in bookcases, and had a major 'Sacrifice' as it were of stuff I have hoarded over the last half a year or so, and sent that stuff up to my heavenly home, through destroying it and recycling it. It is generally the way I go about things now. A lot of stuff survived the sacrifice – mainly stuff I had already owned previously and which had been sacrificed already, so I still have a lot of stuff on hand. But the new stuff is already coming in, and soon enough I will have another big downsizing ritual happening yet again. I will be heading off to group for friday lunch in just a few minutes when Adrian gets here, and I'm dying for a ciggie – I will probably buy 2 or 3 rollies from Brett Love, if he will sell them to me, which he usually does, and smoke them happily this afternoon when I get home. I only smoke a 25 gram of champion once a fortnight these days, and that takes me a couple of days, the rest of the fortnight not having a smoke, apart from the few I manage to bludge in group. So I'm looking forward to a smoke this afternoon, and then it is not until next thursday morning, when my money comes in, that I will buy my tobacco and go wild for a couple of days. I do notice, though, because it is only 25 gms of tobacco a fortnight, I don't really have any problems associated with smoking happening, especially as many days in the fortnight I don't smoke at all, which gives my body a decent chance to clean out the toxins. If there is such a thing as a moderate, responsible smoker, I am possibly it. I am writing a new storyline under the pseudonym 'John Connor' at the moment. It is called 'Garbage Men' and is on the account 'johnconnorbooks' found at www.booksie.com . It is 7 chapters in at the moment, and they are only short chapters of a few hundred words, but I have a tiny fanbase under this pseudonym, and they don't know my other writings. When I finish the story in a little while, I will probably add my real ID and my Noahide Books website link to my account, and hopefully gain some new traffic to my Noahide Books stories. I may even do another pseudonym again one day, with a new story, and then after I have (hopefully) a bit of success and gain a few new fans, tell them who I really am and give them a weblink to my Noahide books stories. Perhaps an original way of adding to my already established fanbase. Life is generally pretty good at the moment – could be better, could be worse, but I am pretty happy at the moment. Interesting to see what will happen next. All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra, Australia
Friday 20th of March 6178 SC / Friday 20th of March 2015 CE/AD.
Chapter Fifty
Written Saturdy 21st of March 6178 SC. I thought I'd mainly just discuss a conversation between myself and Justin Angold who came around again last night, with beer, and we drank and chatted outside. A number of things were discussed. There was a central message, or sort of lesson I shared with him near the beginning of the conversation which took a while. I'll explain. Firstly, I illustrated how recently I had been fulfilling the readings of Torah books (books from the Tanakh) out loud as utterances. I related that recently I had read Genesis fully and Exodus fully, already had completed Leviticus previously, and a number of the other books of the Torah including the whole book of Psalms and all the minor prophets. I explained how this idea came from a psalm which is apparently attributed to David, in which he says that he 'utters' or 'recites' the laws of God (probably Psalm 119). This, when I first encountered it a year or so ago and thought on the idea also (because naturally I'd read it first a long time ago), inspired within me the idea that, I suppose, a potential thing or work a Noahide can also do without involving himself with Jewish law and ritual was the uttering out loud of every book of the Tanakh. So I made that a goal. After that I explained to Justin how differing movements had differing spiritualities and different spiritual essences associated with them. There is usually a 'feel' or 'ambience' of spiritual nature, an animistic thing, associated with monotheistic spiritual communities. I talked about how strong and old and large communities have well developed spirits and are stable and function well with this spiritual strength in their organisation. Then I related how this spiritual energy was achieved – through good works, and prayer and bible study. But I also related that spiritual utterances of scripture also gave strength to a spiritual organisation. I told him about, in my recent experiences, upon completing the books of Genesis especially, and also exodus, I had found new spiritual strength, but more precisely, renewed strength. When I left Catholicism at about 16 I left my spiritual foundation, and it is no surprise depression came in and later schizophrenia. These thing arise without a firm spiritual foundation and way of life. And they can arise quite easily. When I left the church, I lost all that, and while my repentance and service in Potters house pentecostal church brought a new lease of life for a while, when I left Christianity in 1999 I had to completely start again (this much I didn't discuss with Justin, but am saying it here). So I guess my lesson that I am telling here is that for a life to work out orderly, which Justin had been discussing he needed, and to build empire of his own, you need a foundation which doesn't really change in the end and is solidly and firmly worked out and can be built safely upon. I've had this in my life a number of times, but because of my belief in the truth and understanding of the truth, I have simply had to move on whether I liked it or not. But now, having become a Noahide in 1999, and essentially a Karaite Noahide from about that year anyway, I have built up a foundation somewhat now. And with my ongoing utterances of Torah, which I am finding a great necessity, and my strong prayer life, the Advancing Noah Movement which I am trying to form is finally starting to get a strong and firm spiritual foundation. It is gradually working out. A lot of that I discussed with Justin, but some of the last bits of what I just wrote then are just my thoughts to you. Another of the core ideas I shared with Justin was in relation to study in life and finding direction. I remarked to him one of the fundamental lessons I have come to myself. Ultimately, when we are young, it can be sort of difficult to know exactly what we want to do and focus on in life. We get those teachers in year 10 who share career ideas with us, and some of us have worked it out, but some of us have no idea at all. What I pointed out to Justin was this message – it really doesn't matter, which he said so anyway and agreed with. Life, in a sense. Much ado about nothing, like a Shakespeare play. Nobody really gives much of a shit in the end anyway. But its there to live so you may as well make something of it. Now, as I said to him, it usually helps if you have a little talent in the area, and if not that some passion or drive. He remarked he was a jack of all trades in a basic way, and didn't really have much passion or direction at all, but sort of had an idea he would like to be a judge, from his fascination with Judge Dredd. And, as I explained, its not really about WHAT you choose, to have success in life at all – in the end it is just about CHOOSING ANYTHING, but the secret after that is just to stick with it through thick and thin and continue learning that forever. One of my own lessons on this issue is that if you have little to no talent in an area, it doesn't really matter that much, because talent can be slowly learned with perseverance anyway. So, as I said, just choose ANYTHING to study and work on in your life, but when you do STICK WITH IT THROUGH THICK AND THIN AND PERSEVERE. You'll inevitably make it eventually through just patience. One of the things I also related was a study idea. Essentially, if you have a subject you might want to study, and are getting on a bit in life, go to a university co op bookshop, choose a year one introductory text on the subject, and a year two area of speciality, in the conversation with Justin I talked about an introduction to law book, and suggested another area of law, for example family law, but he countered with his criminal law idea. Then I said to him, wait a while, a few months, and if then you are sure you can dedicate your life and study to it, get a piece of paper, draw 30 boxes and number them 1 to 30. And then, once a month, for 2 and a half years, read the first book fully once that first month, and then each month until you have completed all 30 readings. Then repeat it with the other book. This is 5 years of effort but, as God pointed out to me last night, when you have that foundation in you later on when you go to study, especially if it is an introductory text to the subject you want to study with core and fundamental information, decent in nature, on the subject, you will find getting through your chosen subject of study is so much easier, especially as you read the damn books 30 times each, which solidified in great depth the information in your mind. God remarked to me that this information is great to know at 15 years of age, when you can get the pre-study in. Anyway, we chatted about other stuff, and not all the ideas I have shared above were all discussed with Justin, but are my thoughts as I write this, but that will do. Apart from that, yesterday, as I said I would, I went off to lunch in the group, and got my injection. I played chess again with Isaac Lane and won, and drew a game of chess through stalemate with Jarrod Porter. My own fault – I should have won the match. My Bulldogs team in the NRL defeated Manly 16 – 12 last night, and are looking strong again this year. And Hawthorn flogged St Kilda the other night also. So things are looking good for 2015 for my favourite footie teams from Australia again. I prayed a lot again last night and this morning, and am working through more and more scripture, and really think I am slowly getting results with my prayers. I bought the new Kelly Clarkson album recently, 'Piece by Piece', and its a good one, and I have been enjoying listening to that. I am collecting comics again in a major way. And things in general are ok. I continue to add funds regularly to my superannuation, and have recently rolled 2 accounts into 1, so now just have 2 supperanuation accounts all up, which helps save on fees. Things still look good for the future, and time will tell what life will bring.
All the best.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia
Saturday 21st of March 6178 SC / Saturday 21st of March 2015 CE/AD
Chapter Fifty-One
Written Monday 30th of March 6178 SC / Monday 30th of March 2015 CE/AD. Justin Angold has visited again since my last entry (I think more than once) and our friendship is continuing and developing. He seems to have mostly abandoned ideas of taking terribly seriously the idea of being a 'Judge' in the 'Judge Dredd' mold, and the notion of Assembly of the Covenant, for the time being anyway, following the Criminal code of Australia, the laws being placed within various sections of the 10 commandments, no longer happening. Time will tell if this remains the case. I went to group last Friday, and had pizza and bought some books, and made some more sacrifices of my stuff, this time sacrifices of things to God. Today I also went to Monday lunch group and had a good and cheerful time of conversation with various people, and also bought some more books. There is a family issue with my sister Brigid's family at the moment, which is on my mind a little, and my younger sister Jacinta looks as if she might have her own home very soon in Cooma North. Life, for the most part, has gone on in a most regular way, and nothing much has changed. I am happy enough with it, and things are ok. There is an issue I want to talk about some more. It is about finding a foundation in life and spiritual strength. God sort of made it clear enough to me the other day that the religion I have formed, the 'Advancing Noah Movement of the Seven Divine Fellowships of Karaite Adamide-Noahide faith', generally has to earn its stripes to get along with the world and have the kind of access to society and the rights and privileges that other members of society enjoy a lot. And that is based on the works of the movement. When push comes to shove, God made it clear enough to me that my religion still didn't quite have enough prayer yet. As simple as that. My religion is judged by how much prayer, scripture study and charity and other good works it has done, and to expect greater blessings from God these things need to increase for my movement to have anything approaching a decent sort of life. As simple as that. Since late 2012 I have been praying earnestly to God very regularly for various needs, wants and desires. And 2013 and 2014 were in particular quite full years of spiritual growth in my life. But it has only been in the last few weeks that I have finally started noticing that the kind of strength I had as a kid in my catholic faith has been returning a bit. My movement, on average per member, simply did not have the strength in it. And because I left the Catholic Church and then ultimately joined Potters House Christian Church and, yet again, joined the United Pentecostal church later, it was not until 1999 and about that year which I became a Karaite Noahide, that my faith finally stabilized in my permanent religious affiliation. So in the last few years I have had to pray like crazy to establish the ultimate fruit of my studies into Karaite Noahide faith, and with the strengthening and establishment of the Rainbow Bible, especially with its growing list of Psalms and sermons, I am only now starting to gain the kind of strength I need spiritually for prosperity in life in general and prosperity for my movement. But now, and I know I am not going anywhere or changing my religion ever again, things are finally starting to work, and work out for my life. Karaite Noahide faith was the truth my heart had to find in life in its soul mission – I have found that, worked with that, and now I can finally start developing and building with that. Fortunately, I am enjoying praying for things and people and issues, although it has suffering associated with it, as sanctifying things through prayer means that the prayer often really has to deal with the spiritual crap associated with the issue he or she is praying about. You know, technically, if you are holy enough to God, you CAN save another person's soul eternally. Just be prepared to utter out loud in prayer the ENTIRE Tanakh (Jewish Bible) for that person in full over a few years, and God will pretty much guarantee that person's eternal salvation by the time you have finished the job. It will most likely be done well enough well before you complete the job, but that is the full price you need to pay to ensure the job gets done properly enough. And sometimes, especially for loved ones like wives and husbands and children, this job really must be done by the burden of your heart. Ultimately, unless they are some kind of axe murdering genocidal maniac, God will grant you the grace and save their asses forever and ever and ever. Just make sure of your own soul and stability in holiness and legality and lawfulness with God Almighty, giver of the holy Torah, before you even bother insisting on this job of great and much suffering. Foundations. They are what a movement needs. Want to start your own monotheistic religion to God Almighty? My advice – read the entire Jewish bible half a dozen times or so, make notes, and then pray to God for original material, and start developing and writing and developing your own legal codes, Torah of Halakhic way of life, proverbs, principles, teachings, sermons and psalms and songs, and when you have 50,000 words or so as a minimum, you have the beginnings of an eternal foundation for a religion which can and should last forever IF you pray SCRIPTURE over its foundation time and time again in its formation and formative years. God doesn't mind other monotheisms. Jesus probably got approved of in the end for his own work because he was dedicated enough. Mohammed likely the same in the end. Want to do it yourself? It's hard work, but can be done, and the rewards can be glory itself. Anyway, its been a good day, I've been happy, still more to do, but that will do for now.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly
Canberra, Australia, 30th of March 2015
Chapter Fifty-Two
Written Thursday 2nd of April 6178 SC / Thursday 2nd of April 2015 CE/AD. Tuesday this week I went to the bowling AMF centre with the group, and bought some books from Vinnies, and yesterday I went into the group again and also bought some books from Vinnies in Tuggeranong. Vinnies is actually just across the road from the Southern Cross Stadium (were our mental health meetup room is), and I am able to get there whenever Adrian stops in on the way to taking me home. I buy a lot of the 10 cents books (extremely cheap), recycle them after a bit, which builds up my heavenly collection of such books, because of my rights of ownership. As I have said in my religion, what you acquire in life, you acquire in life for eternity. God taught me something recently. While he has all knowledge of creation and how he made the world, there are aspects of knowledge which he has, firstly, not yet researched and which, secondly, he won't and doesn't. This is because the information is copyrighted and created by humans. It might surprise you, but no – God doesn't actually know the information in the contents of subjects you are writing about. HE never copyrighted it. It was the author of the work who has gained the rights on that knowledge. And God guards copyright carefully in humanity at the moment. I mean, you might go around with an attitude that God knows everything about your life but, my friend, unless you actually tell him about yourself and what is going on, he might not have much of an idea at all. Didn't you know that? God has perfect knowledge of how he made the universe and creation, and in his own understanding perfect knowledge of how it works in terms of the laws of nature and science. But in terms of all the kinds of information humanity has created, he has no idea very much, unless the information is given to him to access in some way. Sacrifices can't be done for this, because the Torah prescribes he only accepts the kinds of animal and food sacrifices therein. But a personal contract or covenant made with God to share your life resources with him for himself to access when he needs to (at convenient times to yourself) in the long eternal sojourn is a kind gesture which very few ever make in this earthly life. Or to be precise, nobody at all does. I have done it though. I made a contract on paper, God witnessed it, and I burnt it up to seal the covenant. He has permanent access to my book collection and entire collection of everything, really, in my eternity in heaven. And he tells me nobody has ever done this before. In fact they don't want to, because they compete with God. That's not my problem. I NEED a saviour. I NEED a well informed saviour, who can watch over me, understand me, and is current with the kind of information relevant to my generation. For me, who serves God, it stands to reason that I give him eternal access to my stuff. I always want him around as well. The Son of Man of Daniel chapter 7 didn't do this. He was given authority to rule all nations BECAUSE he had greater knowledge in future generations available to him legally than God, so God put him in charge. That was the Ancient of Days conferring authority in the Son of Man in Daniel chapter 7 if you missed it. God told me the other day – he's catching up again. Anyway, life rolls on. This year has been good enough. It is again showing the kind of spiritual promise the last two fervent years of prayer have offered and God made it clear my movement needs more prayer in its foundation to attract converts. Just the way it really is to establish a new religion/faith/denomination these day. Get in the prayer room (or get stuffed, putting it mildly). I am still at it in my walk with God which, apart from about a five or 6 year or so interruption in my late teens and early twenties when I was trying to work it all out, has gone from a youth who, in the end, probably acknowledged there was a God, to a man of 42 who has a lot of experience, especially in recent years, as he has bothered to really push in on the faith in recent times. Ironically, I haven't been to Fyshwick to visit a prostitute in 2015. Over 3 months now without a working girl, and my general intention to never visit them again is still going strong. I made that intention last year, and it has stuck for now. It's basically in relation to the issues of Vds – in the end, I don't think eternity can be founded on a lifestyle which has permissive fornication in it. It probably just won't work out in the end, potentially for a number of reasons. So I have to get over it, I guess. Just can't have that luxury in my life and, in the end, I might not be taken seriously spiritually until I do get over the brothels. Not be many serious people anyway, but some from this current generation of mine haven't really worried that much on that issue. Such is the sign of the times. But I'm clean down below, so I've been lucky. Hopefully I will stay that way, and maybe a wife isn't too far off one of these days. Life is generally good and working out well at the moment. I've said that before, more than once actually. Justin Angold is proving a good friend, and I hope he visits again soon. The group is always there for me, and I am happy with it, and find purpose in visits there. Things are ok for the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. My comic collection is currently growing well, while I am buying very few CDs at the moment. Mostly full of them after a long stint of listening to and collecting a lot of music. Time for comics in my life, now, by the looks of it. A phase thing, you know. Happens in my life very regularly, now. Ever since my teenage years I have noticed the trend. Comic times come and go, but they always come around again, and with a vengeance. And then music. I have a strong view, though, that DVDs will hit again VERY HARD one day, and I have a huge amount of back movies since the mid 90s to go back and collect. That will most likely occur, but not yet – perhaps not this decade, but time will tell. It's all in the phases – they start when they start and they finish when they finish. For now its comics, but they will drop from the radar again eventually one day, and even Video games will likely eventually surface again one day. Life's good. Could be better, could be worse, but I'm happy.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Canberra, Australia
2nd of April 2015.
Chapter Fifty-Three
Life is good. Life is good.
Cheers.
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Macarthur, Canberra, Australia
Thursday 23rd of April 6178 SC
