The other day at the retail food operation I work at, a former co-worker (a Christian woman in her early 70s now) spotted me in an aisle. She came by to say "hi," and in the process of catching up with her for a few minutes, I saw she had in her handheld cart a special magazine publication devoted to Michael Jackson.
I said, "Oh, you like Michael Jackson?" She responded, "Oh, yeah," like he was a lifetime fave of hers. I thought, "I guess she doesn't let all the terrible things that have come out about him get in the way of her adoration."
As I said in last night's post, there were four solid years (2003-2007) that I thought about Trump often, in my own special way, and had nothing but a positive and even somewhat affectionate view of him.
I remember the first thing that made me question him was noticing how, running for president years later, he'd frequently "throw up" the "666" sign during campaign rallies, debates, etc. At the time I didn't even know that when someone forms a circle with their thumb and first finger, having them touch each other, and then stretches out their remaining three fingers, that "spells" 666.
Revelation 13: [16] And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads:
[17] And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name.
[18] Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six.
The journalist in me suddenly wanted to know more about who Trump really was. Then I came across a segment on the internet showing the inside decor of his opulent $100 million 66th floor penthouse--the same penthouse that was always partially in my mind whenever I went to Trump Tower to enjoy his Starbucks, etc.
His gold-drenched highly ornate "pad" had a very large painting of Apollo, the sun god. Here's an outtake from an expose online written by Jeremy James:
"On 10 November,2015, just after Trump had secured the Republican nomination, the Daily Mail Online carried an article about his exclusive penthouse on Fifth Avenue in New
York. It is located on the top three floors of Trump Tower, which is almost 666ft tall.
"We are asked to believe that the entrance to his penthouse is on the 66th floor, but this
is achieved only through some numeric juggling. The building has only 58 floors, not
68. Nonetheless Trump’s penthouse is officially on the '66th floor' because, given the
size of the ground floor atrium, Trump saw fit to number the first residential floor as
the 30th.
"By this peculiar device, ten floors were ‘magically’ added, possibly in
deference to the occult principle, 'As above, so below'.
The penthouse itself has two items which show that Trump identifies himself with, or
takes particular inspiration from, the sun god Apollo.
"The first is a large reproduction of a painting by, or copied from, Guido Reni (1574
1642) called Aurora, Goddess of the Dawn, Bringing Forth a New Day. The
original was painted in 1614. The work is clearly the centerpiece in the room, situated
between two Masonic-type pillars. It gives pride of place to Apollo, son of Zeus.
"This centerpiece is blatantly emblematic of the New World Order, representing the
dawning of a new age as the sun god, the false messiah, appears on the scene. Apollo
rides his four-horse chariot across the sky in the same way that Ra, accompanied by
Osiris, sails his solar barque across the heavens."
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The biggest turn off for me on candidate Trump (circa 2015) was when I saw a professionally taken photograph of him (repeatedly verified as authentic over the years) with his hand around the bare waist of his 14-year-old daughter, Ivanka, who is wearing a mini-skirt and skimpy camisole for her top. She has her body pressed into his open legs (Trump is seated) and they are holding hands as she looks adoringly into his face.
As I've written about before, my dad had an unhealthy attraction to me when I was 14-16 and it was like he was infatuated with me at certain times and wanted to get his body near mine.
I was very naive to his "advances," but something told me he wasn't acting the way a father should be and I did my best to avoid him.
My dad took a lot of pills that altered his state, something I didn't learn until my early 30s from my mother, who had since divorced him.