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The Rainbow Bible

Published by ‘Noahide Books’

The Publishing wing of ‘The Advancing Noah Movement’

© 6170-6181 SC  / 2007-2018 CE

By Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly & The Advancing Noah Movement& Noahide Books

E-Mail: danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au

Noahide Books: Web: http://noahidebooks.angelfire.com/

Noahide Videos Bible: Web: https://www.youtube.com/c/Noahide

 

ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT

& CANBERRA BIBLICAL NOAHIDES

AN OVERVIEW OF THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT

OF THE SEVEN DIVINE FELLOWSHIPS & ASSEMBLIES OF FAITH

& THE CANBERRA BIBLICAL NOAHIDES ASSEMBLIES

OF RAINBOW TORAH FAITH



THE BOOK OF ADMINISTRATION

Chapter one

ABOUT THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT (ANM)

The Structure of the Seven Divine Fellowships as we define it

Deity: God Almighty. El Shaddai. God, the Creator of the world, is the God of the ANM. He is Sovereign over us in his rights to dictate our observance of the Rainbow Torah (Genesis 1:1 – 11:9). This means he has complete sovereignty and authority to require of us to observe the principles and tenets of the Rainbow Torah, with the right to rebuke, reprove, correct, admonish and teach accordingly. In relation to the teachings of the rainbow bibles of the Advancing Noah Movement (ANM) and the Pseudepigrapha of the Angels Saga, we grant him the right to educate us and teach us these principles in a scholarly, thoughtful and compassionate way, much akin to that of a heavenly father who has concern for his children. Gentle correction, and inspired teaching to guide us in the way of the ANM. In this sense and terminology of God's authority, we place ourselves within the Kingdom of God in the general Community of God as his servants.

Spiritual World: Monotheism

Belief: Unitarian Yahwistic Monotheism

Faith and Accountability: Rainbow Torah Scripture Faith – Genesis 1:1 – 11:9. This is where we give accountability for our faith. We are accountable to the 'Plain' meaning of scripture, in Karaite tradition. We are allowed to be judged by the teaching of the Rainbow Torah, which we affirm obedience to. We are also accountable to the Deciarchs in the future world to come (Most likely the heavenly afterlife, but potentially the future of Planet Earth). The Deciarchs are: Adam (The First Man), Seth, Enosh, Cainan, Mahalalel, Jared, Enoch, Methuselah, Lamech and Noah.

Scriptural Basis and Justification for the Advancing Noah Movement core position: Genesis 1: 26 teaches that humans are made in the image of God. Thus, a human descended from Noah who adheres to the Rainbow Torah correctly has the ability to think holy thoughts as well, because God is holy. My attempt at writing the theological articles for the Rainbow Bible is to act in the image of God, and act in a holy way, and thus produce writings which are holy and appropriate for Rainbow Torah based Noahides to live by. As I have secured early copyright in mankind's history of holiness principles and submitted these copyrights to Almighty God and in Prayer and in Online Sources, the justification and validation of our Rainbow Torah based religion and, thus, as part of the Rainbow Torah community is eternal. The personal witness to me when requesting God to show me a Rainbow when the discussion with God that day had involved the Noahide faith, and the intent of the request to show me a rainbow was validation of the rainbow covenant from scripture, and the subsequent rainbow appearing, shown in video format at Noahide Videos Bible, I feel is somewhat a sign of validating my own Noahide status and to a certain extent justifiction of my Noahide Work. Generally I feel our movement is justified by its own rainbow covenant, as shown in the video. Further, as the first promulgators of the Rainbow Torah faith, we have the legitimate right to claim first and most honoured places in the Rainbow Torah community amongst any other potential movements.

Fellowships and Assemblies: The ANM is comprised of the Seven Divine Fellowships (7DF) and the Assemblies of Faith (AOF). The Seven Divine Fellowships are: 1) Haven Noahide Fellowship, 2) Assembly of the Divine Creator, 3) Universal Faith Assembly, 4) Assembly of the Living God, 5) Universal Truth Assembly, 6) Assembly of the Most High & 7) Haven Adamide Fellowship. Each of the 7DFs have their own particular Rainbow Bible specifically the spirtuality of each fellowship. The ANM Rainbow Bible (This document) is the Rainbow Bible for the entirety of the ANM, the unifying document, whereas the differentiation of spirituality is seen in each Divine Fellowship's Rainbow Bible. The Assemblies of Faith also have their own unique Rainbow Bible for the same purpose. Each of the various AOFs are attached to a particular Divine Fellowship as its mother supporting Fellowship. The AOFs are: 1 - HNF) The Progressive Gentile Noahide Movement, The Way of the Eternal Dove, Noahide Friends of Catholicism, Unitarian Catholic Church, The Rainbow Parade& HNF Assembly of Satan the Son of God; 2 - AOTDC) Godianity, The Modern Day Sadducee Movement, Glorious Church of Hope & Zenith of Creation; 3 – UFA) Universal Faith Assembly Original Faith Community, The Karaite Noahide Association of the Study of Spiritual Paradigms, Independent Watchtower of Macarthur & Islam of Glory; 4 – AOTLG) New Knowledge Ministries, Branch of Enoch & Noahide Friends of Jesus of Nazareth the Preach; 5 – UTA) Assembly of the Covenant, Torah Covenants, Radical Judaism, Historical Torah Society, Karaite Zebulunism & Eckist Lightbringers; 6 – AOTMH) Unitarian Scientologists of Jehovah, Assembly of the Dawn & Spiritual Fellowship Assembly; 7 – HAF) Adamic Covenant & Cherubim Torah Community. There are other related movements.

Linked to Biblical Noahides: We are also linked to the Biblical Noahide Movement, with its denominations, which was first conceived as Canberra Noahides, prior to the ideas of ANM, circa 2000 CE.

 

Chapter Two

INSPIRATION OF THE RAINBOW BIBLE

The Rainbow Bibles are built motivated by the Rainbow Torah (Genesis 1:1 - 11:9). It is based on religious ideas studied in the Torah and society in general. I developed these ideas through my own thinking. God shared a few ideas with me, but the high majority is all my own theological thinking about what spiritual truths can work in the real world. In this sense it is definitely man-made Noahide Covenant based religion, but God had a tiny bit of a say in things he put in my mind and spoke to me about. The potential that God is involved in my mind and thinking, as proverbs also suggests God works in the minds of men, suggests that there may possibly be quite a bit of God actually involved – but the degree of any such spiritual work I can not testify to. The soundness of the Rainbow Bible's theology is up to anyone interested in judging it for themselves based on their own views and understanding of life. I don't claim it to originate anywhere else other than my own thinking, but a lot of biblical study and ideology of the Torah principles shaped it. Yet, also a lot of other views from mainstream religions and politics, things which influenced me, which I shaped to my own vision of spirituality. Hopefully it is quality spirituality which can work in the real world. I am hoping it to be useful. It is written 'IN THE NAME OF NOAHIDE FAITH' so it is meant to be theology and teaching for the Rainbow Torah community. Finally, the ANM Rainbow Bible has bee submitted to God for his use as his own Sovereign Word. There are now sections from other writers in the full Rainbow Bibles of the ANM. The purpose is sanctification, salvation and prosperity for the individual reading the text of the ANM Rainbow Bible and the various Assembly Rainbow Bibles. It is meant to be a work of guiding the person in life, providing answers, and motivation to live for the God of Noah, in service to him. It is a work produced – works produced – to provide answers to human beings who are wanting to live by the scriptures of the Torah and pertaining to the covenant of Noah, but who desire further guidance and instruction on top of what the core scriptures of the Rainbow Torah lay down. You are not alone in facing the human dilemma that the scriptures do not teach a great deal for mankind as a whole under the Noahide faith, and the inspiration of these Rainbow Bibles is to provide spiritual words and ideas to help you in life and give you answers to questions which help your spiritual, theological and material nourishment. They are the best of me, an imperfect human, and I pray God teaches you in the Rainbow Bibles the kind of things which will help your life and guide you to success, prosperity and happiness. The Rainbow Bibles are shaped to have a biblical format, and to be used like a regular Bible, for instruction, study, reading and learning. May God teach you through these words and give guidance to your life.

 

Chapter Three

THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT IS NOW OFFICIALLY PART OF THE NOAHIDE COVENANT AS ITS OWN NOAHIDE FAITH WHICH PEOPLE CAN JOIN IF THEY CHOOSE TO VOLUNTARILY. November 6178 SC. God has been speaking with me. He has told me some of the life of Noah and his generations. I have asked God today whether my Rainbow Bible and its Pseudepigrapha, the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, can be officially become part of the Covenant of Noah, the sign being the Rainbow, as a religion within the Covenant of Noah which people can choose to follow if they want to of their own choice. He said yes. It is thus a voluntary Noahide religion people can choose, officially part of the Noahide Covenant. March 6181 SC. I asked this again on the 10th of March 6181 SC, and he affirmed the same truth. The Rainbow Bibles of the ANM are acceptable as voluntarily joines faiths within the Noahide Covenant Faith. Essentially the Rainbow Bibles of the ANM & CBN are official information of the Rainbow Covenant of Noah. They are not universally applicable as it is knowledge and instruction which is chosen voluntarily by an indvidual – it is not automatically binding upon a child of Noah. It is instruction for those who feel the teachings of the original Adamide-Noahide communitywhich have survived could use further embellishment from a contribution by those dedicated to the same religion as that community an working stll to provide spiritual food for those who serve the Rainbow Covenant.

 

Chapter Four

MEMBERSHIP

ANM Code of Conduct form

Recurring Guests

Upon the fourth visit by a guest, to still visit, they are required to sign the recurring guest code of conduct form.

I hereby swear before the throne of God Almighty that I will make every endeavour to:

·         Abide by the general rules and principles of law of the nation in which I live.

·         Practice courtesy, respect and refraining from vulgarity and expletives whilst in spiritual fellowship with ANM.

Signature:

Associate/Unofficial Members

Any Recurring Guest of 5 visits or more may apply to become and Associate/Unofficial member of ANM, and they are required to sign the Associate/Unofficial Members form:

I hereby swear before the throne of God Almighty that I will make every endeavour to:

·         Abide by the general rules and principles of law of the nation in which I live.

·         Practice courtesy, respect and refraining from vulgarity and expletives whilst in spiritual fellowship with ANM.

·         I promise to abstain from Idolatry as taught in the principles of ANM.

·         I promise to abstain from public blasphemy as taught in the principles of ANM.

Signature:

Official Members

Any Associate Member after 6 months in the congregation may apply to become an Official Member.

I hereby swear before the throne of God Almighty that I will make every endeavour to:

·         Abide by the general rules and principles of law of the nation in which I live.

·         Practice courtesy, respect and refraining from vulgarity and expletives whilst in spiritual fellowship with ANM.

·         I promise to abstain from Idolatry as taught in the principles of ANM.

·         I promise to abstain from public blasphemy as taught in the principles of ANM.

·         I promise to tithe to ANM.

·         I promise to study the literature of the ANM on a regular basis.

Signature:

Eternal Official Members

Any Official Member after 12 months in the congregation may apply to become an Eternal Official Member. An Eternal Official Member has access rights to ANM Private Library borrowing rights.

I hereby swear before the throne of God Almighty that I will make every endeavour to:

·         Abide by the general rules and principles of law of the nation in which I live.

·         Practice courtesy, respect and refraining from vulgarity and expletives whilst in spiritual fellowship with ANM.

·         I promise to abstain from Idolatry as taught in the principles of ANM.

·         I promise to abstain from public blasphemy as taught in the principles of ANM.

·         I promise to tithe to ANM.

·         I promise to study the literature of the ANM on a regular basis.

·         I will make an oath before the congregation and Almighty God that regardless of any future change in faith or beliefs, I will commit eternally to weekly fellowship as a minimum with the ANM and tithe the 10% of my net income eternally to ANM.

·         I promise to do my very best to live by all the principles, rules, laws and teachings of the congregation in which I am part of according to the obligations taught in the Official Scriptures.

Signature:

 

Chapter Five

TITHE

Official Members of the Advancing Noah Movement give 10% of their net income as a tithe to the Movement. We consider the gross income not necessary, as taxation amounts cover vital things for society anyway, which prosper us all. The breakdown of each fellowships tithe goes like this:

First of all 10% of each Fellowship's Income received as tithe goes to the head National Fellowship as a tithe, and 10% of the head National Fellowships tithe goes to the International Head Branch in Canberra. The Head Branch in Canberra also tithes, 1% each to the Deciarchs, Adam, Seth, Enosh, Cainan, Mahalalel, Jared, Enoch, Methuselah, Lamech and Noah, totalling the 10% tithe. The Deciarchs are the Patriarchal overseers of the ANM.

Breakdown of the 10% tithe of Individual's Net Income

2% - Electricity, Internet costs and Maintenance of the fellowship hall

2% - Sabbath day (varies for each fellowship) barbecue/picnic costs. Men's, Women's, Children's and Family breakfasts periodically throughout the year. Social Activity Night (Once per week).

2% - Charity/support mechanisms for the Movement to support low income earners in the movement

2% - Miscellaneous. Includes other ministries.

2% - Pastoral Support Allowance. Income the Pastor receives.

 

Chapter Six

ANM WORSHIP SERVICES

I grew up a Catholic. One of the biggest memories of my childhood masses I attended was the smell of the candles. It brings in much in my memory, and it always seemed to make the service spiritual and ethereal. It is no real surprise that the Tabernacle had a candlestick for its use, as Candles bring a particular 'Feel' to spiritual ministry. ANM services have a variety of flexibility in their potential approaches to the way they operate, but one of the central aspects should be the lighting of candles to be used in the service. An altar can be used in ANM fellowship halls and buildings, which is where candles can be placed, usually one each at the two front corners facing the congregation. Also, a main large candle should be lit when the service begins, to help create the atmosphere the service is needing. Bread and wine can be used in the service, as it is used in Jewish and Christian services, and this wine is a symbol of our fellowship and that we are one big 'Family', sharing bread and wine with each other, being there to support each other. A simple loaf of bread, broken up by the pastoral figure on the altar, and wine, which are both blessed on the altar, the wind served in little disposable plastic cups, can be shared with the congregation, and eating the bread following a prayer of thanks to God for his provision. Towards the end of the service is the traditional time to eat, after the opening Messages, Worship and Bible Readings and Sermons are given. Priestly garments are very traditional, and a good way for the service to operate. And, naturally, traditional style stone buildings for the Temple are the ideal way to go.

A basic ANM Service could follow this pattern:

Start

Private Prayers

Opening Prayer

Messages

Worship

Bible Reading

Sermon

Fellowship Meal

Closing Prayer

Potentially tea and/or coffee and biscuits and/or cake afterwards.

Finish

 

Chapter Seven

THE RELIGIOUS IN THE ANM AND ASSEMBLY BUILDINGS

The Advancing Noah Movement is generally in favour of the idea of a religious class who are dedicated to Yahweh. In serving Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh, we think it a good idea to follow Christian tradition in having a serving class of religious people who have made vows and dedications to the Lord of particular service, mostly cutting themselves off from the majority of mainstream life, to live in secluded Monasteries, Convents, and other religious communities. Vows of celibacy are appropriate for those who can make this genuine commitment. It has to come from the heart, and the test is that you find comfort in abstaining from sexual conduct and marital life, happy to have a primary relationship with Jehovah. Its a calling where God is in the centre of your heart, and you don't really feel the need to have a personal relationship of intimacy with another person of the opposite sex because you are happy with God at the centre of your concerns. Such religious of the ANM are dedicated to prayer and study, and growing in knowledge of God and the literature of the ANM. They pray for members of the ANM, and likely occasionally teach in ANM schools and universities, as well as at ANM congregations. A pastorship is not quite necessarily a religious calling, as it is expected our pastors marry and raise children, which is the example they set for their congregation – a godly man (and occasionally a woman) who sets the example of the family man who can raise a household properly. But the religious are segregated to a personal calling of love and devotion to God. They pray the psalms and prayers of ANM, and live simple lives, often involved with a small garden/farm for the monastery which provides their needs, and maybe working at a small market which sells fruit and vegetables to pay for the costs of the Monastery or Convent. It's not a business – just simple work to provide the food, and for any necessary miscellaneous costs. Culture used by the religious needs to be of a quite holy standard, as this is their calling in life. ANM comedy material is ok, as this is part of the spirit of ANM, but its meant to be a seclusive and reclusive lifestyle, where ANM pilgrims often visit for a spiritual retreat, away from the hurlyburly of regular mundania. In terms of our Assembly buildings, I do like buildings built in stone – thick stone – and large church style and cathedral style buildings are definitely a good idea. Gargoyles on some are also ok.


Chapter Eight

THE BIBLICAL CALENDAR

(NOTE: Ensure you check scripture quotations to ensure accuracy for personal verification. An important point to remember is we are dealing with approximations to the nearest YEAR as months and days are rarely specified. Thus a plus or minus figure range of a dozen years or so can be reckoned into the final date.)

SC = Since Creation

Genesis 5

No of Years SC

Adam to Seth 130 0 – 130 SC

Seth to Enosh 105 130 – 235 SC

Enosh to Kenan 90 235 – 325 SC

Kenan to Mahalalel 70 325 – 395 SC

Mahalalel to Jared 65 395 – 460 SC

Jared to Enoch 162 460 – 622 SC

Enoch to Methuselah 65 622 – 687 SC

Methuselah to Lamech 187 687 – 874 SC

Lamech to Noah 182 874 – 1056 SC

 

Genesis 11

Noah to Shem 502 1056 – 1558 SC

Shem to Arphaxad 100 1558 – 1658 SC

Arphaxad to Shelah 35 1658 – 1693 SC

Shelah to Eber 30 1693 – 1723 SC

Eber to Peleg 34 1723 – 1757 SC

Peleg to Reu 30 1757 – 1787 SC

Reu to Serug 32 1787 – 1819 SC

Serug to Nahor 30 1819 – 1849 SC

Nahor to Terah 29 1849 – 1878 SC

Terah to Abram 70 1878 – 1948 SC

 

Genesis 21:5

Abram to Isaac 100 1948 – 2048 SC

 

Genesis 25:26

Isaac to Jacob 60 2048 – 2108 SC

 

Genesis 47:9

Jacob to his arrival

In Egypt 130 2108 – 2238 SC

 

Exodus 12:40

 

Jacob’s arrival to

The Exodus 430 2238 – 2668 SC

 

1 Kings 6:1

 

From the Exodus to the beginning of the Temple in the fourth year of Solomon’s reign in the month of Ziv 480 2668 – 3148 SC

 

 

1 Kings 11:42

Solomon’s Reign 40 3144 – 3184 SC

 

1 Kings 14:21

Rehoboam’s Reign 17 3184 – 3201 SC

 

2 Chronicles 13:1

Abijah’s Reign 3 3201 – 3204 SC

 

2 Chronicles 16:13

Asa’s Reign 41 3204 – 3245 SC

 

2 Chronicles 20:31

Jehoshaphat’s Reign 25 3245 – 3270 SC

 

2 Chronicles 21:20

Jehoram’s Reign 8 3270 – 3278 SC

 

2 Chronicles 22:2

Ahaziah’s Reign 1 3278 – 3279 SC

 

2 Chronicles 22:12

Athaliah’s Reign 6 3279 – 3285 SC

 

2 Chronicles 24:1

Joash’s Reign 40 3285 – 3325 SC

 

2 Chronicles 25:1

Amaziah’s Reign 29 3325 – 3354 SC

 

2 Chronicles 26:3

Uzziah’s Reign 52 3354 – 3406 SC

 

2 Chronicles 27:1

Jotham’s Reign 16 3406 – 3422 SC

 

2 Chronicles 28:1

Ahaz’s Reign 16 3422 – 3438 SC

 

2 Chronicles 29:1

Hezekiah’s Reign 29 3438 – 3467 SC

 

2 Chronicles 33:1

Manasseh’s Reign 55 3467 – 3522 SC

 

2 Chronicles 33:21

Amon’s Reign 2 3522 – 3524 SC

 

2 Chronicles 34:1

Josiah’s Reign 31 3524 – 3555 SC

 

2 Chronicles 36:2

Jehoahaz’s reign 3 mths 3555 – 3555 SC

 

2 Chronicles 36:5

Jehoiakim’s Reign 11 3555 – 3566 SC

 

2 Chronicles 36:9

 

Jehoiachin’s Reign 3mths

10days 3566 – 3566 SC

 

2 Chronicles 36:11

 

Zedekiah to the

Babylonian Exile 11 3566 – 3577 SC

 

The Babylonian Exile in the Christian Calendar is marked as 587BC which was 3577 SC

3577 SC = 587BC

3577 SC + 587 Years = 1 AD/CE

3577 + 587 = 4164 SC

4164 SC = 1 SC

Adding 2018 years, 2018 AD/CE = 6181 SC

Thus we are currently in the 6181st year since creation.

(Note: In the formative HNF calender a year 0AD was included, but this was a mistake as the calendar goes from 1 BC to 1 AD and there is no year 0 (Zero). Corrections have been made.)


Chapter Nine

ACTIVITIES NIGHT

Thursday Night from 7:30pm to 10:30pm, closed by 11:00pm, would be the best night to run 'Activities Night' for the MKN movements. Activities Night is held primarily in the Auxiliary room which is connected to the main chapel were the preaching takes place. There would be a bar potentially, but members would be limited to 2 alcoholic drinks per evening, and there would likely be 'Slips' which you can use to claim your drinks, and drunkenness would be completely forbidden. ANM people aren't children. And the ANM is not a nanny-state organisation. But we are a religion of God and standards are required in the ANM auxiliary halls. Normally there will be a canteen also, again run with redeemable slips. Members of the congregation would be given their slips package, probably each month would be best, which gives the free items for members of the ANM. Payment for this comes from members tithe. There is also music, videos, board games, card games, and a basic disco. Music is not too loud but not too soft either. Singles are encouraged to mix with each other, and whatever natural relationships form from that, so be it. There will likely be an Activities Night Co-ordinator appointed for each congregation, often the chapel steward, who runs the affairs for the night. Access is available to the ANM library, as usual each night, for private or group study. Essentially this is supposed to be the ANM members 'Hang Out' place, were they chill out in a 'Godly' environment and can relax around spiritual people.


Chapter Ten

The Administration of Spirituality in the ANM is based on an idea that we have scripture approved from God in the long term. All the writings of the ANM (& the writings of MKN) have been submitted to God, and website links submitted, at alt.god and alt.bible and other sources at Google Groups, as well as directed to God personally in prayer. This information has been submitted to God for HIS use in teaching morality to Noahides and potentially mankind. It is true that it is 'SOURCE' material. And that from this source material, an ultimate 'Biblical' project from the community could arise. However, my gut feeling is that the source material itself is probably good enough to use in the biblical sense. I feel the source material gets the job done. It has not been refined by the thoughts of God and taught through a Karaite Noahide priesthood as of yet by any means. But my get tells me that people will probably want the source material in the end. The Hebrew Bible probably had records – source material – which formed it. Bible followers would, in general, dearly love this source material to be available. So, as said, my gut feeling is that the source material will generally do as the actual biblical product for Karaite Adamide-Noahide faith. It is prayed over. A run of biblical psalms have been applied to the sanctification, salvation, prosperity and preservation of Noahide Books Network and Noahide Videos Bible network. These prayers each exceed 100 utterances. The process of God sanctifying this source material is possibly well under way. So make of that what you will. Now, this material can be used as the source for administering MKN bodies and and individuals personal approach to Noahidism. We do not advocate you be in an assembly. We advocate that it is a good idea, but solo Noahides are perfectly fine. My general idea is that each congregation is headed by a Man (or Woman) of God, who runs the show for that congregation and, as Pastor Bacon of Hughes Baptist Church once preached, does business with God. I feel the congregation generally runs its own affairs. Multi-congregational similarity in approach is not a problem. If people want and like that idea – a more universally organised religion, that is fine. It is about what works best for the people. There is no real law of human society which says we have to do it in such and such a way. It's up to you. So administering the biblical material of MKN can be individual, congregational, denominational, and any admixture in between. However people feel it best.




THE BOOK OF JUDGEMENTS

Chapter One

PERMITTED SPIRITUALITY IN NOAHIDE LANDS.

Ultimately, the Advancing Noah Movement only regards Karaite Adamide-Noahide faith as the true faith for mankind. People are allowed to develop spiritual teaching and ideas. That is a natural part of the human condition. But they are NOT allowed to deviate from the requirements of Genesis 1:1 – 11:9, which is called 'The Rainbow Torah'. Religious teaching developed by non-Abrahamic individuals falls within the rights of the Noahide world to utilize as its own spirituality within its own land, should that teaching be communicated to society in general. We claim the right to purchase information released to the general markets of mankind, whatever we deem appropriate. If it is legally for sale we have legal rights to purchase such product. Information also becomes public domain in time. False doctrines, those which contradict with the truths of the Rainbow Torah (and on points of spiritual fact with the Tanakh), are not permitted to be believed, and are considered heretical. All religions of mankind outside of Non-Abrahamic peoples have false teaching in their religion. But they do have true teaching also. True teaching, once purged of its false elements, can be compiled in a 'Noahide Bible' utilizing the Rainbow Torah as its foundation for use in our assemblies. This teaching can be taught as spirituality and religion, and may legally attract adherents. Religions based on Jewish or Abrahamic foundations may only be permitted to function and exist in the covenanted land of Abraham. This includes Christianity (founded by a Jew), Islam (based on Abrahamic tradition), and Bahai (Based on the Torah, Christianity and Islam). These religions have no legal status with the Karaite Adamide-Noahide movement for functioning beyond the borders of the Abrahamic covenanted land. We ARE friendly towards these religions, and allow study of them in various degrees in the ANM, as we are permitted to acknowledge the faith of Karaite based religion, but none of it can be taught as binding or authoritative within the Noahide lands. The various Jesus based and Abrahamic based movements of the ANM are permitted to be studied by regular members of the ANM, but ultimately should only be physically located in the Abrahamic covenanted land. Official affiliation with a Church, Mosque or Temple is only permitted by us within the covenanted land of Abraham. The same applies for all faiths initiated by Abrahamic people. For the purposes of society as a whole, this is the observance of members of the ANM, and would only be attempted to be applied to society legally through due legal process in ANM related voters and members of society gaining majority membership of any particular Noahide nation. We would not attempt usurpation of the natural voice of society, and would only work to achieve such results in a fairly mandated majority position.


Chapter Two

DRUGS IN SPORTS
Why would you want to? I guess its just chasing the dollar and the (False) glory you gain from it. ANM disavows entirely the use of performance enhancing drugs, as it is not fairplay or a good attitude. Wouldn't you want to genuinely earn your income and sporting glory through your own efforts? To do otherwise is really lame and quite pathetic. ANM Sporting activities are undertaken with a spirit of fairplay and decent behaviour. We want the truth and we want those who have genuinely earned the glory for their sporting successes to have that. Not drug cheats. At ANM sporting events we would require drug testers be present, and athletes instructed regularly on the morality of fair conduct in human condition in the natural and pure way a human was created by God to compete with. We are born with our natural talents and inclincations and abilities, and it is those natural talents which should come to the fore, the genuine reflection of the athelte in competition, and not the endeavours of scientists from the latest research in medical studies. Do not cheat in sports – it's unethical and brings into bad repute sporting competitions which are held for the common good of Noahide society and for our betterment as human people in fair and honest competition. Part of life is that we represent ourself honestly. It is about communicating to the world what they really see in front of them, and not imitate a kind of behavioiur which is not in harmony with our true self. When we try and disguise ourself in a new family surname we have changed from the one we are, we are not really representing who we genuinely are. When we attempt to present ourselves with a resume which is embellished beyond the truth, again it is not a true representation of who we really. The same it is in drugs in sports – they are adding a level of performance to our behavioiur which is not genuine to what people really see in front of them. It's an exaggeration of our natural abilities, and it makes people, when they see our results, and think they are real, it makes them think that you have to perform even harder to excel at a competition, when it is not genuine competition, but artificial enhancement. It is a distortion of the true level of natural competition a person compete with, and it can influence others to cheat as well, making it a whole mess of cheaters and fake results. It's no good in the end, and in all your sporting accomplishments, don't be sullied by using drugs to get the result. It's just not worth it in the end.

 

Chapter Three

THE CREATOR

The Creator Lives. The Creator Loves. The Creator has a life of his own. The Creator enjoys the life of his own. God works in mankind. God works wonders in mankind. Many receive, perceive and appreciate those wonders, and some are jaded, disinterested or only apathetic about this. The Creator is Yahweh El Shaddai. He has a mind infinite, and knows a lot of stuff. The Creator made men – in his image – and gave them a life purpose. The Creator blessed Job, and gave him offspring, long life and vast possessions at the end of his suffering. One of the purposes, thus, the Creator has for your life is those prosperity ideas. So, the Creator usually has a plan for lives that accept him and draw close to him. Strive for success in life if you want it – striving is how it is achieved. The mediocre approach gives the mediocre result. For some that's enough. For some they just want more out of life. The Creator has his wisdom, and it shines in the design of his creation, yourself included. And his moral rule is found in Torah, the guide for life. The Advancing Noah Movement and the Cherubim Torah community seek the influence of the Creator in their lives to guide and judge them, and to teach and inspire them. To the Creator be the glory, Alleluia, AMEN. Now the Creator can guide you and teach you. In the Rainbow Torah of Genesis 1:1 – 11:9 is his core book of human morality. When expounded upon, learning its principles, God teaches us a way of life of moral structure, which helps us to achieve the prosperity he usually plans for us to achieve. By following God the Creator and his principles of life, we can achieve things in life which give us ultimate consolation for the purpose of it all. Life can become empty if we don't acknowledge our Creator, who fashioned us, knows how each and every one of us moves and has our being, and in finding what he thinks is good for our lives, we can live in happiness, knowing it will all work out in the end. Trust in the Creator and follow his teaching. It will be blessing to you ultimately of eternal life.

 

Chapter Four

SEXUAL ETHICS OF THE ANM

God has had words with me, and as the ANM is new development in the ancient Adamide-Noahide religion, it is an opportunity to bring in sexual standards God thinks is appropriate for members of the ANM to abide by.

·         No Fornication. Unsafe sex practices are not really wise and should be avoided. They tend to uncleanness and disease, and are immoral in God's judgement. Safe sex practices should be thought through and considered carefully.

·         No Adultery. It is just to unethical and unfair to cheat on your husband. It is quite immoral in God's judgement. Also, for a married man to sleep with another unmarried woman is somewhat unethical, so should be carefully considered, and safe sex would be mandatory.

·         No Incest. Very weird in God's judgement. No sex with parents or aunts for men. Sex with siblings is a bit strange, but exceptions can be made if absolutely necessary.

·         No Bestiality. Genesis already has established that animals are not a suitable mate for human beings. God finds this behaviour very crude and disgusting.

·         No Homosexuality. It's crude and weird. There are exceptions if the people who practice this are very lawful and decent in most of their life circumstances. The allowances for this behaviour in the ANM limits membership to the Rainbow Parade and the Divine Life Procedures Assemblies of Faith.

·         No Paedophilia. Very crude behaviour. Puberty should be reached before engaging sexually with a person.

·         No Necrophilia. Sex with dead people is very sick. God doesn't like it at all.

 AGES OF CONSENT FOR SEXUAL BEHAVIOR IN THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT

FORNICATION IS NOT PERMITTED AT ALL IN THE ANM FOR ETERNAL MEMBERS
An eternal member of the ANM is not permitted to fornicate, either without protection or with protection. We understand that as you are learning spirituality you make mistakes, but it is ultimately not permitted in the ANM. You will have to leave the congregation if you intend to permanently engage in prostitution or fornication.


Chapter Five

THE PATHWAY OF ETERNITY

Fools ignore the Bible. They ignore the principles of Life Management it represents. They justify their own thinking and the idea they are free to do as they choose each day. They also will likely, in a casual 'She'll be right' spirit think they can handle complex situations because they have pride in their experience. This pride gets used to thinking it has all the answers it needs in life. There are a multiplicity of rules required to continually observe to manoeuvre through the obstructs of harmonious living. Living things, machinery, tools and utensils, medications, eating habits, environmental dangers, city traffic and infrastructure, club and associations culture, intoxicants, abode layout structures, geographical facts (especially water, height and other natural hazards), degree of appropriate etiquette, diplomacy skills, matters of the heart and loyalty, volume levels of noise inducing equipment, electricity hazards, fire hazards, dangerous equipment, and a whole host of others, as well as the principles of danger which biblical rules already protects from, are all a vast cavalcade of life rules and knowledge of behaviour and conduct interaction required to be scrupulously observed and mastered to navigate through the pathway of eternity. When a patter of apathy sets in towards observance of these principles, pride certainly trusts in its own thinking, and decay towards correct observance slowly settles in and gradually leads the soul astray, inevitably leading to corruption and death. The Key is to learn the rules of each potential life hazard factor, and learn them well, and continue to learn them over your eternal sojourn. For new things, learn quickly and carefully, ask questions, and have a clear and proper understanding of how the new situation works and functions. It is better to be safe than sorry.

 

Chapter Six

THE LIFEPLAN

Members of the Advancing Noah Movement need a “Lifeplan”. First of all, seek God Almighty in prayer for his direction and wisdom in forming your lifeplan. Lifeplans should emerge from a young age, as soon as you are young enough to start thinking thoughts about life and what you want to do with it your lifeplan ideas should be coming through, and discussed with parents. Over these years as a child grows parents should record the details of their children's dreams and aspirations, and when they have reached about 16 years of age the first tentative 'Lifeplan Document' should be solidified. The years building up to this is where the Lifeplan has been developing and taking shape.

The Lifeplan needs: *Your Dreams; *Your Ambitions *Your Goals *Your Family Values and Desires *Your Society Impact Statement *Your core representational principles

Your dreams are the things you long for most of all, which may prove at times challenging and seemingly out of reach. They have to be considered carefully, and you need to lay down step by step actions in how you are to achieve your dreams if you really wish to. Your ambitions are a bit more realistic, where these are things you set out to achieve if at all possible, in the ambitious way you have in your self. Your goals, however, need to be realistic. These are what you work for in the real world and know, in assessing your self strengths, what you are genuinely capable of achieving. YourFamily Values and Desires are what you set as the tone for whatever family you are part of, your values you bring to this family, and your basic desires for what you want from your family, both in family life and any worldly success. Your society impact statement is what you bring to the world and whatever change you want to impact the world with. And, finally, your core representational principles are those core values and strengths by which you want your name to be remembered upon and which you agree to work upon during your life to improve your character. With a well thought out lifeplan a successful life can be lived and a decent legacy achieved.

 

Chapter Seven

ANGLOSPHERE
A large part of the Advancing Noah Movement, especially 2DF (The Assembly of the Divine Creator) is the Anglospheran theology. We take pride that our religion is based in a Celtic-Anglospheran culture and that we represent a Torah Based community of the Celtic-English peoples. We are NOT a Torah people of the Abrahamic or Jewish people. We are a Torah people of the Celtic-English peoples. As Noahides we further represent to mankind of the Noahide Nations, and offer our teaching to the perusal of all peoples for study and enjoyment. But we are particularly entrenched in Celtic-Britannic culture as our core base culture and source of spiritual strength. We are a Torah community. Based on the ideas of God and his teachings of lawfulness and obedience to religious principles.Make no mistakes about that. But we are NOT an Abrahamic Torah people, and our religious teaching emanates from the thoughts and ideas of the Celtic Britannic upbringing that I have been through. We are a Torah community of the Anglosphere - with our own teaching. Not a Jewish or Abrahamic one. In this cultural embrach of the Anglosphere, the primary focus is the English language. That is the core of what constitutes ANM identity in many ways – we speak and talk in English. But there are celtic-britannic traditional wsys in our culture, and I feel the Angels Saga best reflects the kinds of sayings and attitudes from which our spirit and ways work. It is a religion which has emerged from the Anglophere, and doesn't pretend otherwise. The same way the Hebrew Tanakh is primarilly and Israelite cultural reality, the ANM Rainbow Bibles are an Anglospheran reality. But, llke Judaaism accepts others into their fold, the Anglospheran culture of the ANM is not based on race. We are open to all citizens of our Anglsophere, all peoples internationally, who wish to partake of this faith, its ways, and its teachings. Ultimately ANM theology can be translated into other languages, which I expect in time, but the origin and centre of our faith is an Anglospheran worlview, and it is intended that point of origin not change.

 

Chapter Eight

SEPARATION OF RELIGION AND STATE
The Advancing Noah Movement believes and upholds the teaching of separation of religion and state. In our core religious motivations we do not attempt to enter into mainstream political and civil society our teachings in the 'Torah of Noah' - the list of rules and commands for our movement - nor the general sermons, doctrines and other rulings of the movement. These are placed within the domain of private spiritual assemblies and adhered to by choice by members of our movement, and governed internally within our movement. We do not attempt to usurp civic society, nor ever intend to, in the way of promoting our teachings in a political election of any kind. We uphold and teach the doctrine of separation of Religion and State (aka Church and State), and believe that individuals within our own party should form their own political voting upon their own consciences. We do not believe it can be successful to attempt to meld our core religious ideals with society as a whole because of the diverse array of beliefs and values and attitudes held be society as a whole and, even when and if such views become common, the lack of complete unanimous agreement with our own position, which would remain an eternal reality, disavows us in good conscience from attempting to foster our beliefs and views upon the general public of any nation in which we have our adherents.

 

Chapter Nine

THE LAW OF THE LAND
International and National, Provincial, State, Territory, and Local laws of the world are accepted by the Advancing Noah Movement. In each year of the calendar the laws of the land for that year are the binding laws for equivalent generations, in our own judgement (which appears to be the judgement of heaven) for heaven also. We feel that God is required to actively involve himself with future developments of the legislation of mankind to improve the moral code and the civic code of law at each level of law. The law should continue to be developed and improved, yet it is also meant to have something of a finality about it, meaning that it should eventually be finalized at each level in all International cultures. There should ultimately be an end to law, and it is God's responsibility, in our opinion, to ensure this outcome is achieved. Theocracy can not necessarily be enforced in every culture - democracy or communism or alternative systems of lawmaking, should they prove sufficiently moral enough, can and must be worked with - by God - and the law should rest ultimately within the domain of these systems. There is a large area of religious law which CAN NOT be enforced in Civic law or the Law of the Land. In the way the Law of the Land has developed and come to be certain areas of morality are not judged as acceptable for Civic Law to Judge anymore, as has been done in prior generations. The judgements of the courts must still, of necessity, be enforced, thus matters pertaining to issues of morality on 'Gray' area issues must, of necessity, remain within the domain of religious communities to uphold and follow. Separation of Religion and State is a legal principle, and now must, regardless of our like or dislike of such realities, be adhered to. Thus, issues such as abortion, same sex marriages, sexual activities, behaviours involving alcohol consumption and various other issues, have been protested to such a degree by mainstream society that the rights of the religious communities to insist upon their adherence by society at large has lapsed. It is the responsibility of religious communities to regulate these issues for themselves. There still remains quite a large core of moral and ethical and pragmatic law, or civic law, which remains within the domain of the Law of the Land, and this law must also be upheld by all citizens, including religious. It remains the eternal right of all members of God's Kingdom to protest at any law which requires disobedience be actually practised against God's law, and to neglect observation of any such law requiring them to disobey God's law, but in areas of responsibility such as administration and and general support positions in companies and workplaces and other social settings with gray areas, unless asked to deliberately break a law of God or moral principles of objection, they are required to support their organisation if they wish or intend to remain employed by them. A nurse or a doctor can not be forced to perform an abortion against their will. But if they work in a hospital with such practice, or some other health clinic, they must perform related duties as appropriate. A judge must approve gay marriage certificates if the law dictates that. He or she can not object, as they have sworn to uphold the law, and if they do not, they must needs resign. You are not required to disobey your conscience, but you are required to get along with society and accommodate society if required. Some times you might have to do some things you just don't like because of the rights of other members of society on these issues.

 

Chapter Ten

LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT - HOW YOU GET THE GLORY

Dear Friends 
If you are 40 or younger, your life isn't over yet. You still have enough years left ahead of you to do amazing things in life. The question is, do you want to? Could you be bothered? Or are you happy with the same old same old. There are no secrets in success - not really. It is about going off to a tertiary institute, working your 'ass' off, studying your brains out, going for broke to the best of your ability, gaining great qualifications, and seeing what life can offer you. The only secret is it is BLOODY HARD WORK, AND YOU HAVE TO STAY CONSTANTLY FOCUSED. Do you want to know a way to achieve MASTERY in a particular field of study? Find a quality reference book on the subject of at least a few hundred pages, and study it day and night, constantly, for 5 solid years. Read that baby at least 20 odd times, and probably more, master it absolutely completely, and you will have the core knowledge to have great success in your chosen field of endeavour. Find your reference text book - stick to it - never change your focus, and work your ass off in studying it. MASTER THE RUDDY THING. Then the world will open up for you.

 

Chapter Eleven

CIVIL GUARDIANS
Civil Guardians, a new idea and initiative of the Advancing Noah Movement, are citizens of their nations, who join others (in a minimum group of 10) with a lantern, and mobile phones, who patrol their suburbs of their cities they live in each night They work in 3 teams of 4 hour shifts, starting at 6 pm and going through to 6 am. They are not imbued with any legal status such as a police force, but are meant to be thoroughly trained in 'Citizen's arrest' which may be used as a last resort, and must perfectly comply with the law in all uses. Our object is to be a 'Night Watchman' for the suburb, and be a beacon of safety people can turn to for protection. We are vigilantes who carefully watch the suburb for any criminal activity, and all such activity is reported to the police, for we don't intervene in anything that we have no legal rights to do. We are very concerned with the law on such issues. The Advancing Noah Movement hopes to establish the 'Civil Guardian's' as a society worldwide for men, and brave women, who are committed to spending a shift of 4 hours in a group of 10, who can patrol their suburb or town for the time, to ensure safety and happiness for our citizens. If you have an interest in being such a civil guardian in your own suburb or town, please contact myself and we can discuss ideas of how we might go about establishing such a worldwide society. Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly: Email: danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au

 

Chapter Twelve

PROBLEMS WITH RAMPANT FORNICATION AND OTHER SEXUAL ACTIVITIES

Unrestrained sexual activity can lead to a plethora of venereal diseases. When you open yourself up to the 'World of the Fornicator', you inevitably open up yourself to the kind of people who have had sexual relations with bisexuals, who, in turn, because of this depraved sort of lifestyle, have had sex with homosexuals who, in turn, because of this depraved sort of lifestyle, have sometimes had bestiality sex. That is where a huge variety of Vds can originate, probably including AIDS. But more than that – excessive fornication, going with too many different partners, biologically attracts minor symptoms and strains of herpes and other things, which over time will build up and destroy your genital, which will destroy your life in the end. Life on earth is only temporary anyway, so people often don't care, but in eternity, where the same principles apply, and you normally live a lot longer, if you practice excessive fornication, uncontrolled, fuck around too much and eventually you will die and that will be the end of your eternity. You won't live forever. You'll be dead. Adulterous fornication is perhaps the stupidest of the lot, because you can make an angry husband potentially prepared to kill you. It really fucks up a stable family environment and can lead to endless hostile arguments and unforgiveness. Children born from Incest can often have genetic problems. That is very common in incestuous sexual relations. And speaking of adultery, it's just not very honourable is it, especially when you have taken marriage vows. Hardly loyal and faithful to your partner, are you? Homosexual behaviour? It's just fucking weird. In the natural order people mate with the opposite sex to have family and children. You can't have children in a same sex relationship. And its not what the genitals are designed to do. The penis is meant to go into the vagina in normal sexual behaviour. Going up another man's arse – that is just weird. The sexual pleasure is a fetish, the carnal nature of sin, which God allows to tempt you, because you don't want to commit to normal and holy things, but like perversity. If you are not going to value, cherish and respect the natural order and the normal lifestyle choices, but want weird sexual activities, God allows you to do it, calls it sinful, and in the inherent way the biological natural system of sexual activity is designed, those things, when rampant, will kill you in the end. Just the way it is.

 

Chapter Thirteen

VENTURING INTO THE WILD

When we go into nature, into the bush, into the jungle, into forests and wildernesses, where there are often deadly snakes and spiders and other creatures whose bite or sting can be harmful and often deadly, it just stands to reason that, if you value your life, it might not be the best to have your flesh so easily or readily exposed to this hazardous environment. Having long trousers on, of material which can't be bitten through so easily, and having boots on, with the trousers covering the boots, and often a rubber band or a mini belt of some kind at the bottom of the trousers, around the boots, to prevent snakes crawling up trouser legs or other creepy crawlies, is probably a very wise, and life preserving thing to do. Naturally in summer it can get hot, and people like to wear shorts a lot, but it is not always that safe. The wild can be a dangerous place - caution is advised. Wearing strong boots is the only sensible action in the wild. Stings can happen very easily on unprotected feet, and you can step on sharp rocks and often glass and needles and other sharp things which careless litterers have left behind. That can happen not just on the wild, but on city and town streets as well. Walking along a beach in Australia you can tread on blue bottles and get their deadly stings very easily, so at the very least you should be wearing thongs, but in the end, despite the pleasures of a walk on the sandy beach in your bare feet, is it really worth the risk? And in eternity, where if your life ends, that's the end of the show, braving the wild in such a carefree spirit is just not really worth the risk. The sun can get hot in a place like Australia, so wearing a hat is a necessity and sunscreen is probably about mandatory these days, as well as sunglasses. It's all about preventing harm to your delicate and sensitive body and, in eternity, ensuring you have sensible practices for dangerous environment which will help you to live forever. When you enter into the wild you need to assess the hazards of it before hand. What could go wrong? What are the dangers? What are the kind of things which could end my life if things go wrong? Be prepared for that, and plan accordingly.

 

Chapter Fourteen

HEALTH AND SAFETY
One of the most important areas of knowledge I have learned in life has been in my training and study in occupational health and safety. This is an area of knowledge which teaches how to work safely in your working environment, and to work healthily. The process is about identifying hazards. Hazards are things which, while not necessarily immediately dangerous straight away, have the potential for causing harm. Things like unsafe working machinery, carpets which have frayed edges, jagged bits of building infrastructure which people can injure themselves on, slippery floors, unstable furniture and other items, loose flooring tiles, improperly contained hazardous liquids which can spill easily, sharp objects on the ground, too bright or too dim lighting, electrical cords which are not secure, or which can be tripped over easily, or too easy exposure to electrical circuits and power, cutting instruments not properly put in their place, stored food items which have started to decay which are not properly disposed of, and a whole host of other hazards or potential hazards are the kind of things which can make an unfit workplace. One of the things an occupational health and safety worker, or anyone in a workplace for that matter, needs to do is regular workplace inspections to identify hazards and have them addressed to minimize harm. Calm discussion with bosses and management about hazards is the best way to address the problem of hazard management. As a last resort union or legal action can be taken, as you have a right to work in a safe workplace, and stay employed in that workplace

 

Chapter Fifteen

THE UNDOING OF THE PASSIONATE MAN

He's going to keep his word. He's going to keep his pride. He made his decision - he will live with it - damn the consequences. We all have a bit of that. That arrogant self knowing that 'I'm right' and I don't give a damn what anyone else says. And often, so often, its on a course of behavioral traits, often very carnal, which we pass off as 'Just the way I am' and, even worse, 'It's just the way God made me'. which involved decadent, carnal and unruly behavior, which can end up killing us and ending our eternity, or giving us a poor reputation as an arrogant prick or insensitive soul or uncaring beast. It's that passionate stubborn pride which sets itself on the course of hell and is too proud to admit that it is wrong, and too proud to admit that God knows what he is talking about, and often too damn proud to acknowledge God even exists at all. You see, the passionate man often thinks he knows it all. He's a man of passions, who reacts at the first hint of aggression towards himself with a punch in the face of his adversary or a 'Fuck You' at the very least. But not just the aggressor, but the person whose conduct is corrupt on, say, sexual morals, or cheating at competitions, or an unrepentant thief who passes it off as 'Kleptomania' or a whole host of sinful and carnal behaviors which we just insist is 'Our charming personality', and excuse ourselves thereby. It will end our eternity in the end, thinking we know it all. The ultimate undoing of the passionate man is that he knows he's gonna die at the end of his sinners lifestyle choices, and when he is given opportunities to repent, is just to pigheaded and stubborn and pride filled that he says 'It's just the way I am. I am a man of passions. What can I say?'. Stay on that course, you'll end up in sheol, the world of the dead, and that is the end of your eternal life enjoyment. But, hey buddy - that's just the way it is.


Chapter Sixteen

BEST TO CALM DOWN AND LET IT GO
When you get emotional on something which builds up pride in you, maybe a passion over a sporting result, or passion for your success at industry or passion over a hobby or a wonderful movie you have just watched, or any other thing which has brought an 'Excitement' out of you, I can tell you for certain that the very best thing you can do is to go off to your bedroom or a quiet place, do some steady breathing, lie or sit down, and relax and calm down and just let it go. Let all the emotions and the energy and the high - let all the pride which is building up in you - let it die. Let it completely die. Nationalistic pride is also one of the pitfalls, and that too must be quelled. Calm down, be sober, and let the agenda come to an end, and instead think of sense and stability and caution and wise ways of acting, without an agenda to 'Make a name for yourself' or 'Put the opposition in its place' or 'Rise to Glory'. All that stuff - it doesn't work. It does not work at all. All those highs, even when you have achieved them, are not worth it. Believe me, they are not worth it. It gives you a sense of life after that which gradually becomes prouder and prouder, and in all seriousness, you feel uncomfortable, but you might not notice that initially. Its' a distortion of our natural self. Let competition and the glory be a simple thing, which is bothered with for the entertainment or the good sport of it, and never anything more, because the passion will destroy your soul in the long term. It leads to a sense of invincibility and that sense will corrupt and destroy you. Calm down - let it go - get over it.

 

Chapter Seventeen

NOISE POLLUTION
Exposure to prolonged loud noises for too long can damage the hearing and turn you deaf. Too loud noise can damage the hair cells in the ear, leading to gradual diminishment and, ultimately, loss of hearing. The problem with deafness in an eternal environment is that, for starters, you don't get to enjoy music or listening to TV programs, but further conversation can be difficult unless you are good at lip reading or sign language. But, further, it can make it difficult to hear things which are dangerous, in the wild things like dangerous animals or rock slides or avalanches and other things, and in cities things like approaching traffic and a whole host of other potential dangers. And if you are not cautious these things can kill you. Bang - there goes your eternal life. It is probable that in eternity deafness can be reversed by refraining from being in an environment in which prolonged exposure to loud noises exists, or, an alternative, wearing ear muffs to lessen the impact of the loud noises. Noise pollution is quite obviously something to be considered by work safety and health practitioners, and something which we should all really be aware of.

 

Chapter Eighteen

EQUITABLE AGRICULTURE

Agriculture is the cultivation of plants and animals for food and other purposes. It involves techniques of working with the land to improve yields of food and other substances, to provide for the sustenance and welfare of human society. It involves foodstuffs such as cereals and grains, fruits, vegetables, oilseeds, meat and fungi, which feed populations, as well as for use in cosmetics, perfume and other industries. Agricultural knowledge is primary knowledge for farming practices in this world, as it gives the knowledge of how to properly and more efficiently harvest the provision ofmother nature for the sustenance of mankind. Ideally agriculture should use sustainable techniques, which can be relied upon into perpetuity. Now, in this modern world, which is largely capitalist, it is often the case that the richer societies, family's and individuals can afford the best of the reaping of the work of agriculture, and that less developed nations, ironically, often work hard in agricultural fields only to see the fruits of their labours go to the more wealthy nations. God is a God of equity and justice, and the psalms speak often of God providing justice for the poor and downtrodden. Equitable agriculture should be a theme of Noahide Civilization, and in our industries, businesses and associations we should have in mind to maintain both the product of agriculture and the work involving agriculture as things which are beneficial not just to the upper class, but to all human society. Charity is not an unknown concept, and while often the richer first world gets all the benefits, we leave the third world hungry much of the time, as we have surpluses and foodstuffs which just get wasted at times, which could be used to benefit less developed countries, and especially used as reserves for famine affected nations and nations affected by wars, natural disasters and other emergencies. Adam and Eve need their children fed. An agriculturalist should have a good and decent heart, and realize the fruit of their work is for humanity, that they are for everyone, so we can all enjoy the benefits and rewards from the Garden of Eden which God created for all of us to enjoy.

 

Chapter Nineteen

THE MARK OF THE BEAST

In the Christian book of Revelation there is enforced by the Beast a Mark – the three 6's – and nobody can buy or sell unless they take the mark, and are ultimately condemned to hell for doing so. In ANM we regard the book of Revelation as essentially an apocalyptic fairy tale, giving it no real credence. However, in relation to a theoretical 'Mark' being attempted to be enforced by a world dictator, we do have a response. Tattoos on the flesh are against the Torah, and something like a Branding on the flesh, while not clearly specified seems to go against the intent of the Torah's laws against tattoos and cuttings of the flesh. In this sense a worldwide enforced 'Mark' is not really acceptable in ANM ways of doing things. An international ID system, should it arise, is considered a normal enough idea by ourselves. RFID implants into arms for the military is probably understandable, but we would not favour such a thing for the general civil population. An international ID card is a normal idea, and in fact we support such a notion should it arise for proper administrative purposes. But a traditional 'Mark' is untorahic, and generally against the natural sort of life which ANM proposes. We don't really support the agenda of the Beast of Revelation in any such manner, nor any ideas involving oppressing of nations or peoples of a particular religion. We are not against wealth, and in fact encourage people to prosper in life, and some of the things described as what Whore Babylon owns – luxury items – are just regular and normal things in ANM life. A judgment that you should be concerned about greed would be focused by us mainly on having a sensible diet, but wanton lust for possessions, without a genuine desire for the object and usefulness of it would be considered vanity by our movement. We are not against wealth, though. Quite to the contrary – we encourage people to seek prosperity in life. So, in this sense, we make these judgments known about our views on the Mark of the Beast and Revelation issues of the New Testament.

 

Chapter Twenty

RINGS FOR MARRIAGE
Rings are required for marriage in the world to come if you didn't marry in life on Earth in the ANM. Without a ring you may not marry in the world to come. It is important, if you wish to marry in the world to come, to acquire a ring during your earthly sojourn in life on earth. What you acquire in life you acquire in life for eternity. If you do not have a ring in the world to come, and wish to marry, you will have to make a ring from the raw resources available to you in the world to come. Some piece of metal that you own, or decent wood, will need to be carved or molded into a ring. A metal ring is excellent. A wood ring is ok. A plastic ring is rather second rate. This is a serious part of the marriage covenant in the Noahide world. But, ultimately, if not a ring, there needs to be a physical emblem which expresses your devotion to your wife or husband – some physically tangible thing which you can both look upon everyday, which reminds you of the commitments you made to each other, and the responsibilities of staying pure to each other. Ultimately whatever emblem you choose it needs to be appropriate an symbolize the devotion, love and respect you have for each other, and in looking upon that emblem you are encouraged to keep faith with your marriage covenant, and faith with your partner, loving them all the days of your life, and utilziing the emblem as a motivator to keep a proper marriage, run the proper way, done according to the vows you probably should have taken in oath to each other.

 

Chapter Twenty-One

BEING A UN PEACEKEEPER
As the founder of the Advancing Noah Movement I will state we are committed to the general ideals of the United Nations in promoting peace in mankind. Members of the ANM would be allowed to act as Peacekeeper armed military personnel. If this involved the taking of lives which are acting in ways contrary to sound lawful conduct, for example, despots who intend to rule with tyranny and corruption, hostile coup de tat types of guerrila groups who wish to establish their own authority contrary to the already established rule of law and, in general, other renegade types of individuals or groups, then that must be done. We believe that their are channels of operation for changing structures of the authority of power within a nation. To attempt to seize power, unless the current government is excessively corrupt and hurtful towards its populace, is not a moral decision by a emerging political or religious movement or any other ideological movement. They should be working within the framework of their nations established traditions, protocols, customs and laws to voice their concerns in the first instance. Those motivated by greed and wealth in their seizing of power through bloodshed can be eliminated by UN peacekeepers. This is not pleasant work. The allies, in the end, did the right thing in World War II. Hitler had to be stopped. The UK was morally correct in its declaring war upon Germany when they invaded Poland. Germany was crossing too many lines under the Nazis in their Empire building expansion program. At this stage of development in society the United Kingdom and it's Empire had learned sufficient lessons of behaviour that the old Empire program of building had diminished and was focused more on a way of civilization and rule of law. This, in truth, had always been a motivation of the building of the British Empire. Hitler's attempt was not really good enough. The racial ideology of the Nazi's was far too disharmonious in its possible outcomes for European society to be happy. A master race is proud of itself, and can use that power, if it is in power, to really abuse people who it considers a lower breed of people. This was grounds in and of itself to destroy the Nazi powerhold. Further, although in a long history of European tradition, making war against other nations was tolerated, the spiritual growth of Europe had gotten to the point that what Hitler was doing was not quite acceptable anymore. That sort of building of Empire was not quite acceptable anymore. There was not sufficient life enhancing products and ideas required for human society to justify the expansion of the Germany program. Romans had built roads in the end. This alone did sufficient to justify the rise of the Roman Empire. Further its complex legal structures were good strengths for human society. God allowed this Empire to rise a fair degree as it offered a lot to the world. Germany, in the end, didn't really have much to offer to justify their ambitions, so their reich empire plan failed. An ANM peacekeeper needs to keep in mind this philosophy. It needs to guide them when they are involved with conflict with various groups. Katniss Everdene was challenged. She knew Snow was bad, everyone did, but when she was standing their with the chantings being made by District 13, she also knew this president coin was in the end a bit of a power mad bitch, despite the noble enough intentions. her arrow shot true in the end. Sometimes we need to kill those things which are going to harm in the end, and even if it is a dirty job, someone has got to do it.

 

Chapter Twenty-Two

RAINBOW TORAH / CHRISTIAN ASSOCIATION
When Christian Pastors and teachers are teaching sound teaching of Old Testament theology, theology which is consistent with the message of the Old Testament as a whole, this is a case for points of unity between Karaite Noahides and Christian movements for discussion on such biblical issues. I don't think this really necessarily means we enter into any official association with Christians, as we maintain they are guilty of idolatry in the way the deify and venerate Jesus of Nazareth to the status of Son of God, God the Son and, in Oneness, God himself. We maintain this witness that there is a core sin in the Christian faith - Idolatry - and we can not officially associate with Christians because of this. Not in any joint congregational attendance manner. However, discussion with Christians and being friendly with Christians is certainly acceptable, especially Christians who are well trained in biblical knowledge, practice of biblical ideals, and repented sufficiently enough of wickedness in general. The greater a Karaite Noahide has developed their spiritual knowledge of the Bible, and gained spiritual strength in doing this, the more tolerance we are capable of showing towards Christians. We will have greater strength with more biblical knowledge and commitments made to God, and this allows us to more easily associate with Christians in a more regular friendship way of life, and discussion on religious matters at neutral locations such as libraries, education facilities and formal general public institutions which maintain decent and formal rule of societal law. Neutral ground in other words. The Christians have rights to their own spiritual domain, and it is not appropriate to enter their spiritual kingdom without permission, and could be challenging in other ways associated with idolatry, which is a major issue for Karaite Noahides.

 

Chapter Twenty-Three

BASIC KNOWLEDGE
God made water. Water has 3 major states. Frozen, liquid and Steam. These 3 states have differing degrees of fluidity or movement associated with them. The Rainbow Torah faith is an unchanging state. It is FROZEN. The Word of the Rainbow Torah never changes. The Advancing Noah Movement chooses to be like the state of Water, in that we remain frozen eternally. We intend to never change our state. Now, the analogy between water and the ANM is nice, but not completely accurate. We intend to be not capable of changing our state, through prayers of commitment to God to never alter the final structure of our doctrine once it is finalized and established. This is further achieved by never rescinding or amending or altering finalized doctrine and teaching. We are FROZEN. However, as we advance through the eras we develop new teaching to adapt to the eras. Yet this teaching is also FROZEN and never changes. We build the ANM on blocks of ICE in a sense. We NEVER CHANGE our state. But with each new era we add knowledge to adapt to the new era which is built in connection to the previous era's knowledge. It is not knowledge built UPON previous knowledge. We don't BUILD UP our community on those who went before us. This builds BABEL. This is not legal Rainbow Torah spirituality. Each generation of the ANM has its own fashioners of faith who develop the knowledge of the ANM and are the next block of ice in the production factory. Each must go through their own trials and tribulations to fashion forth the knowledge, spirituality and information for their era of which they are part of. This is added into the collection of knowledge for the ANM. This knowledge is reviewed and studied throughout history, and as we analyze the world and learn how to adapt to the changing times, and encounter things which come into fashion revived again, we can study our core knowledge, which is categorized into libraries of data classification systems to help us understand key relational principles required for adapting to the era at hand. Each block of ice needs to be frozen properly, and not given to change.

 

Chapter Twenty-Four

PROTECTING THE UNIVERSE

Dear Assemblies of Monotheistic Beievers. Daniel Here. Now, in case we reach for the stars and the galaxies and the rest of the universe one day, finding the technology, it is naive to think you will only have to battle the Devil. There are potentially, in the future ahead of us, countless souls who will choose evil and try and establish empires of sin to rule men. For your seed of eternity ahead of you, you need to make provisions to ensure the knowledge is studied to keep evil under control. A very important key factor is, of course, the potential size of space craft made from resources of the universe. There are quite possibly endless planets designed and made by God in the universe. As time progresses mankind will likely settle such planets. However, it is not wise to assume that, necessarily, all planetary governments will always choos goodness. It is the responsibility of Godfearing individuals to keep the faith, walk with God, and never forget to build strength and resources, especially physical matter in time, to build the biggest frikking space ship imaginable. You need to be well prepared. Part of the task is to explore and go further out into the universe before any evil responsive teams can do so. It is of primary importance that the monotheistic assemblies of God get there first, settle the worlds, and build forces of strength to resist and oppose evil. I am aware that you seem to be responsible enough in what reasonable liberties you allow each other, but always exercise caution in such issues.  Update: According to what God has spoken with me, this galaxy will be settled by humanity eventually. He has stated that we will not be able to reach other galaxies, as the light for energy is not available to reach the other galaxies. They are too far away.

 

Chapter Twenty-Five

DON'T EAT THE FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Perhaps a conclusion of Adam and Eve, when they ate the forbidden fruit, was that evil served a purpose, as good served a purpose in life. This tolerated evil, this idea, if they held to it. I know in this world some people believe there is a point to evil and good. But it was possibly the toleration of too much evil, perhaps under this view, which allowed evil to prosper, which ended up killing them. Evil kills. Thinking evil is cool leads you to sin, which ends in Sheol - death. The lesson is to abhor evil, oppose evil, get rid of evil out of your life, and honour goodness. Long life - eternal life - is about goodness. Songs of darkness should only be treated as entertainment. But if you start justifying evil concepts, instead of regarding them as simply what they are, evil, and think they have any real significance in reality, real life, then you will quite possibly enjoy the dark devil, the burning of hell, and the absence of feeling good about anything at all really. In the day you eat thereof you shall surely die.

 

Chapter Twenty-Six

THE CREATIVE WORKS OF THE ANM

Karaite Noahides of the ANM affirm God's Covenant with mankind and a commitment to righteousness like Noah. We affirm the authority of God and our responsibility as human beings made in the image of God to follow God's example of being good and, in our creative works, of creating works which are good. The product of the ANM, as a whole, should be intended to be very good. It must be pointed out that in creation there is a shrewd serpent. In the works of the ANM there are shrewd serpents also. Yet our works are full of a cavalcade of type, and the strict and faithful are amongst our numbers as in the works of Almighty God. We do our work in the image of God faithfully as to how God does his, following the scripture, following the faith, obeying God, seeking his will, doing it with good hearts, doing it with good intent. The Creative works can be as diverse as the Creation of God – a large variety of subjects. They can be created in following a logical order of works, like God creates in a six day period, a variety of things, one day after another. Like this, in time, in our creative works, we can create one thing, then move on in time to other things. Ultimately God finished his creative works in a way, so we can too. But God works with his creations, which allows us opportunity to promote our own creative works into a life of their own. Sharing our creations shows us that we care about them, and finding our creative works as the heart of the ANM culture gives us a culture which identifies us and something we can place our passions, loyalties and concern and love thereon.

 

Chapter Twenty-Seven

THE BASIC RULES OF THE ANM

In the Rainbow Bibles of the fellowships of the ANM there are often lists of rules for various fellowships. The ANM has a basic code of rules also. As a member of the ANM -A movement which is only and can only be joined on a voluntary basis and choice by mature minds – you come into a contract made with the ANM and God Almighty as the God of the Movement to uphold these rules also as part of your practice of religious faith. The Rules are:

1.     Respect God and acknowledge his Deity

2.     Do not Worship Idols

3.     Do Not Steal from other people or organisations

4.     Do Not commit sexual immorality which leads to venereal disease ultimately

5.     Do Not commit adultery

6.     Do Not commit incest

7.     Do Not practice paedophilia

8.     Do Not Murder

9.     Do Not practice violence

10. Do Not engage in regular drunken behaviour

11. Do Not brawl

12. Do Not practice extortion

13. Do Not practice bribery

14. Do Not practice blackmail

15. Obey the traffic rules of society – Do Not Speed or Drive while Drunk or High

16. Do Not Kidnap People

17. Do Not Sexually Harass people

18. Do Not Sexually Molest people

19. Respect the land rights of your fellow citizens of mankind

20. Do not engage in proactive warfare

21. Do not commit bestiality

22. Do not commit necrophila

23. Do not rape

24. Do not lie in courts of law

25. Respect mankind

26. Do not practice abortion

27. Do not practice euthenasia

28. Do not kill yourself

29. Read the Rainbow Torah in full at least once a year

  1. Repent of your sins


Chapter Twenty-Eight

SUPPORTING THE CONGREGATION

You are a child of God.  But you don’t live in isolation.  There are other children of God.  And the idea is that we live in a community of the children of God and we support the community of the Children of God.  With a smile, a laugh, a dainty bow to an elder, a chuckle at a joke, some sign of comfort to our fellow believers to encourage them and let them know you care for them and have their best interests at heart also.  Remember that – it should be in you – a lot of the time it is in you – the rest of the congregations desires for success and happiness, love and fortune.  Be a team player at times, and go into bat for you fellow congregants, and pat them on the back, and give them a supporting nod of encouragement and let them know they are doing well.  Edify them – build them up – by doing that you are strengthening the community of God and strengthening your own community – something you joined and are part of.  You know you are doing the right thing when you do this, you know that deep down in that heart of yours, showing loving concern and kindness, and affection towards your fellow believers in the faith.  By doing this and showing that traditional societal motif of unity you build a pillar in your congregation which gets stronger the more you act with these ideas of support and encouragement.  And that example you set often inspires others, and they too can build that pillar of goodwill in your congregation, the spiritual bedrock of your assembly, which can be relied on in bad times and good.  Don’t quit – don’t give up on your loved ones and your friends and your mates.  Stick around.  Even if you are doing all the work and the suffering, stick around because you will be rewarded for your labours in the end.  God sees all your good deeds, but more than that.  Know in your heart you are doing the right thing and take some responsibility in life for being the source of strength and support yourself.  Make that  decision that it doesn’t matter in the end if people don’t really appreciate you for it, because you know it’s the right attitude, and that God will always love you for it regardless.  And you’ll find in time that God will arrange things in positive ways for you, and that your good deeds and kind words and positive encouragements will be an eternal blessing, for God sees and rewards his servants and appreciates the help he gets in keeping the congregations of the Lord strong and supported and full of happy and positive encouragement.

 

Chapter Twenty-Nine

THE STRUCTURES OF THE ETERNAL WORLD TO COME OF HEAVEN

Heaven for the Adamide-Noahide world works in levels of each standard year in the common era calendar currently.  In the older systems the older calendars are used.  Each year also has sub-levels, where future heavenly progeny and their offspring down through the generations in continually created sub-levels exist.  God teaches me the concept of ‘Bloodlines’ and ‘Blood’ of human beings.  The bloodline seems to be a record of the ‘Life’ of a human, its spiritual integrity and strength.  When a bloodline is holy enough it is able to achieve eternally growing progeny in its heavenly offspring.  Apparently there are many peoples and individuals who live in the heavenlies who do not have the spiritual strength in their bloodline to be able to procure eternally growing progeny.  In this sense, the further down the sub-levels you go the less of certain family lines will be present until you reach the point, ultimately, where you are only dealing with bloodlines of eternal progeny.  This would create in these planetary sub-levels a particular type of society, less variety naturally, but one which is more identifiable by God as the nature of human’s eternal seed and life.  Stronger bloodlines of eternity will have a stronger presence in such planetary sub-levels, and weaker ones a lesser presence.  To achieve a greater strength in your seed of eternity, once you have gotten to the point that, firstly, you are acceptable to God and qualified for eternal life yourself, and secondly, you have gotten to the point in your blood that you have achieved eternal progeny, the whole basis, for the first and second point and the third one, of greater strength in the sub-levels, is greater and more study and application of Torah.  The more times you have read or listened to the Rainbow Torah (Genesis 1:1 – 11:9) in life on earth, the foundation of your eternal reward, as an Adamide-Noahide the greater your strength of your heavenly progeny will be.  Thus, to improve your standing in the world and society, read more scripture.

Heaven is based on this real world we have already experienced.  The faithful make it to heaven, and the corresponding infrastructure you lived with on earth – the housing, industry, and all other feature of urban and natural society – are mirrored in the corresponding year in the heavenlies.  There are houses and abodes which are not lived on, because the people did not make it to heaven.  They can be claimed through purchase.

Through discussion and arrangement with God, an individual has the ability to shape their future world and life in heaven.  If you design blueprints of houses and other structures, if you have served well enough such things can potentially be arranged to be built.  There is also the possibility of your own sub-level through service, and on such sub-levels you would gain the natural elements of nature you have knowledge of, all the scenery you have seen in both the real world and photographs and television and internet etc, and the building structures only based on what you have owned in life.  The same core materials which were part of your dwelling, or which you owned, which can be multiplied to fill your sub-level to the degree required.

 

Chapter Thirty

THE STRUCTURES OF THE ETERNAL WORLD TO COME OF THE PHYSICAL PLANET EARTH

This is based on ‘Prayer and Faith’ of ‘Legal Substance’.  God builds peoples worlds with prayer and faith.  Yet it must be of the legal kind which endures eternally – it must be Torahic in its substance.  Prayer from the Tanakh can sanctify creative works of fictivie and non-fictive nature if applied by a person of legal status who has served to the point God authorises and guarantees their salvation to them personally.  When a person has achieved eternal life in their person, threir prayers can achieve eternal affect through the utterance of a chapter of the Bible to sanctify prayer requests.  Such a person can pray with scripture – 5 utterances for an eternal effect – 50 utterances for an eternal effect growing in their generation of life and 100 utterances for an eternal effect in every future generation, providing the prayer is achievable and kosher with God.  Thus, this prayer and faith can build the world to come on planet earth, as well as the future heavenly reward.  Heaven comes first in your salvation, which is where the majority of the righteous shall spend eternity.  The physical world of the Earthly world to come is far more challenging and difficult to earn.  This world can be affected, primarily by those inheriting the physical world to come, and grown through prayer and faith.  Structures of the eternal world to come in the physical world are built through prayer requests based on the knowledge rights of the person praying the prayers.  The same required amounts of prayer apply.  It would be the general judgement in ANM tradition that rights of inheritance of physical assets apply to those inheriting the physical world to come of 3 generations upwards and downwards of your own person, for the rights of life that you are able to acquire.

 

Chapter Thirty-One

7DF UNIVERSITY
In the world to come, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly plans on establishing, with all his library of reference books, as well as fiction books, 7DF University in Tuggeranong, were Noahides of all Denominations worldwide may came and study. Tuition fees will be a natural part of the University plan, but a sliding scale for those who can not afford so much will be established. Daniel has acquired a large range of works in his time, and they will be restored to him in the world to come and become part of the Library of 7DF University for the learning and knowledge studies of any and all desiring Noahides internationally. Because of my providing the entire denominations of the Noahide world with data in the 'Noahide World Information Database' I now have greater access to the entire Noahide Movement, and they may study with me. 7DF University will offer 950 places each year - the same number of places as the years of the life of Noah. Certificate, Advanced Certificate, Associate Diploma, Diploma, Advanced Diploma, Degree, Honours Degree, Masters Degree and Doctorate of Philosophy Degrees are offered by 7DF University. A maximum number of 950 students may be studying at any particular time throughout the year, so as some courses are less than a year of study, it is anticipated that there may be quite a number more than 950 students who have studied at the university throughout any given year. But there is a mandatory maximum of 950 students allowed at any one time. Tuition fees are set at affordable prices, a Hecs equivalent loan scheme is available from 7DF for student loans to study, and a sliding scale for fees based on affordability is also a part of the scheme. It is anticipated that 7DF university will be located in Macarthur in Tuggeranong, but will have to be placed in the end where we can afford to find a location. 7DF Libraries will be split - the Non-Fiction library will be part of the University, whereas the fiction and general Media library will be housed with Noahide Books Macarthur Branch. DVDs, Video Tapes, Magazines, CDs, Comics & Newspapers as well as general fiction works are available from the General 7DF library. There will also be a range of Jigsaws, Board Games & Card games made available to the Library. Doctorate of Philosophy Students have access to Video Games with the Dean of the University, but Doctorate courses are limited to 45 students as a total maximum each year. 7DF University functions in Macarthur, by the looks of it, at my address on one of my levels at 29 Merriman Crescent. Ultimately 950 yearly students sounds possible at a latter time, when I may have earned enough Noahide rights for land and the building of a Noahide University, but initially there will only be a handful of Noahide Students each year which I will Oversee studies with. It will have to be in a reasonably formal study setting, and they will have to live in my rooms here at 29 Merriman, in dorm rooms, and I will teach them and oversee their studies throughout the year. Later on full degrees should be realistic, but in early years mostly a commit to study of a subject and 1 to 2 or 3 or even 4 associated appropriate books from my library would be read in full throughout the year, and discussed with myself. The Knowledge has the purpose of strengthening and building and enhancing Adamide-Noahide society with structures, infrastructures, ideas, knowledges, paradigms, laws and principles, morals, ethics, designs, teachings, systems and products which lead to a better quality of life - the main intent. I have sufficient rights with Computers and Printing Paper, and enough Programming Programs, such as MS Word, to know how to draw up lessons, and University rules and protocols and timetables and policies and administration documents and legal documents (of which I also have decent knowledge from my qualifications), to ensure that the University for Adamide-Noahides can indeed function properly and well enough. Providing I am allowed to form the business later on in heaven I shouldn't have any problem registering an appropriate business name, claiming an ABN (Australian Business Number), and arranging correct financial procedures and complying with Australian Law. I have sufficient training in OH&S awareness for future University Campus issues to be basically addressed, and should not have too many problems going in depth enough on this issue with my rights. Tax issues for the Business should all be under control. Generally, as I see it, the establishment and running of the university, till its need is finally used to completion, should be achievable. The progeneration of the University through my heavenly seed (which is indeed planned and desired) as well as the progeneration of Noahide Books and the Advancing Noah Movement in General, down the levels of future generations of heaven is and will be maintained by myself and ANM.


Chapter Thirty-Two

ANM LIBRARIES
Advancing Noah Movement has libraries in the world to come. Libraries are buildings which contain collections of books primarily, but also CDs, DVDs, Magazines, Comics, Newspaper and other media. They are usually stored of library shelves, which are often bookcases stacked together, and have an organisational index file available for the recording of key data on the item. This can be a hard physical index, or a computerised one. A librarian looks after the library. ANM policy is for all the works of the ANM community offered to the community to have these works stored in various ANM libraries. Appropriate denominational works and denominational libraries are a reality, as well as 7DF general libraries, AOF individual libraries, 7DF individual libraries, and ANM libraries in general. Buildings should be made of Stone - that is my preference, with carpet or linoleum or slate or wood as the flooring, and paint or wallpaper to cover the walls. Appropriate design decoration can be used, and there needs to be toileting facilities, library borrowing rules, library use rules, records kept of what books and items are on loan and by whom. Library cards for users should also be maintained. Books need to be catalogued and placed on shelf in Alphabetical order, as well as subject order.

The ANM Library Focuses on its Collection of Books as Canonical for their Area of Knowledge (Something Akin to Copyright Fields of Knowledge).  We have an eternal and perpetual committment to the books of our library, for them to be kept eternally (Eternya) and to be learned, studied and elaborated on eternally.  They are canons of knowledge for the ANM community of Karaite Adamide-Noahides.  Members of the ANM study them, keep them, are devoted to them, and treat them as scripture for the purposes of ANM Library Archival status recognition.  They are our Bibles of Human knowledge.  The Library contains many of the classics of modern literature, with such authors as Austen, Dickens, Shakespeare, Rowling, Tolkien and so on, and many works of reference non-fiction material also.  They are collected, kept and maintained by the head library of the ANM, and are our treasures of knowledge to be kept for education and study and perpetual enjoyment by members of our assembly.  This rich legacy, from the contributing efforts of mankind's scholastic figures, is prayed over utilizing scripture for its perpetuity in a spirit of sanctification, salvation and prosperity as well as eternality.  Thank you God for our ANM library.


Chapter Thirty-Three

LIFE IS WHAT YOU MAKE IT – LIVING A REGULAR LIFE

But let's face it. All the glory, gosh, it's certainly exhausting training 12 hours a day to win a sliver of metal which only ends up as bragging rights. And in the end, Taylor Swift may have all the fame, but that touring schedule must bite, and all the fans and all the fuss and, man – is it really worth all that hassle? Stalkers, exes, rude reporters, so many problems with having a fame filled life. Sure, there are perks, but is it really worth it in the end? Most say, in the end, no. They'd much rather have a regular, normal and ordinary life. Sure, they'd possibly take the fame ticket if they could, but in the end the more common deciion is to settle down, get a job, get a family of sorts and live a more regular life. And that is probably the sensible thing to do. Living a regular life has an advantage in as much as what you do with it and how you feel about it and the value you take from it is still in your own possession. You don't need to live by the judgment of others in what is an acceptable life, and whether you achieved much or not with it. In all honesty, just getting to the end ot it is an achievement enough in my book. There ar regular things you do in life, and I've touched on some of them already, but its going to regular family gathering, visiting places to see things on holidays, talking with everyday people, having everyday friends, and getting through the grind every single day. Day by day with the Lord – day by day. It is a choice to live a regular life which is sort of akin to the standard package you order from your creator. You get the regular thins, the regular humdrum, with its highs and lows, and in the end it is generally satisfactory enough. You may not have set the world on fire, but you were content in the end, if you played by the rules, an you ended up happy. And how can that be a bad thing?


Chapter Thirty-Four

SURNAMES

It is the judgement of ANM that surnames, once we have the power to establish the law of society, may not be permitted to be changed. Your birth name is your legal name for your entire life. Further, it is our judgement that Patriarchal lineage determines covenantal status for children born of mixed faiths. If they are also descended patriarchally from a Jewish male or a convert to Judaism, they are also required to observe this faith and live in the land covenanted to Abraham. A surname is an integral part of our identity, and it is important for our own identity in this world, and for others to have a clear understanding about us and our heritage. It is not a trivial thing which we can pick and choose at the drop of a hat – that makes mockery of the serioiuness and importance of our genealogy, and genealogies are a fundamental part of the Rainbow Torah and Adamide-Noahide life.


Chapter Thirty-Five

ORIGIN OF OUR FAITH

Talmudic Judaism misrepresents the historical Noahide faith by claiming there was a tradition of 7 laws given to Adam and Noah. This is a falsehood and a lie. The Talmudic Noahide faith thus misrepresents Noahide faith, and are not true Noahides. They are heretics. The idea of decapitation for theft is barbaric. The idea of decapitation for eating blood is also barbaric. The idea of decapitation for failing to establish Noahide courts is, yet again, barbaric. They are heretics - enough said. The Advancing Noah Movement acknowledges the Scriptures of the Abrahamic covenants - The Tanakh. We acknowledge this faith God has established with the people of Abraham. Thus we are Karaite - followers of Scripture - as we keep the faith of the Tanakh in its applicability to the people of Israel. Further, we follow Genesis 1:1 - 11:9, which we call the Rainbow Torah. There are NO OTHER bodies of Noahidism which currently follow the Rainbow Torah without corrupting it with historical lies. Thus, the ANM is following the tradition of the Rainbow Torah. It is the same faith as Noah. Now, in the Rainbow Torah there are religious traditions from Adam through to Noah, then Shem, Ham and Japheth and the Tower of Babel community. The ANM continues on the tradition of mankind's covenant, and adds in further religious teaching, in the form of the Rainbow Bible, the Rainbow Apocrypha, the Tree of Knowledge Bible and the Angels Saga (Chronicles of the Children of Destiny etc). We have NO other official council to represent our information too, thus we make the judgments for ourselves of what is acceptable religious teaching to build on the earlier tradition of the faith. Because we are the natural continuation of religion from the time of Noah, our religion has an unchanged foundation of originating from Adam and Eve 6179 years ago. We are the oldest religion of mankind.


Chapter Thirty-Six

FAMILY INCOME ISSUES

The ANM are biblical traditionalists and conservative in their life approach. We are NOT fundamentalist, but we are NOT progressive/liberals. We DO advance with the era'sand inculcate regular and normal societal trends into our culture. We follow traditional roles for Women and Men. Women are not expected to follow the traditional house wife role if they choose a career for themselves, but it would be the more normative thing to do in regular circumstances. A house wife is a noble and proper place for a woman in society, as raising children is a cherished and valued part of responsibilities in society. But a young lady in the Advancing Noah Movement is not denied career ambitions if that is what she chooses to do in life. A wife is expected to submit to her husband, as this is biblical and what the Rainbow Torah teaches. But a husband can not be dogmatic and domineering in his role. He should be caring and sensitive to the wife and her opinions, and listen to what she has to say, and if she has good ideas they should be acted upon. In terms of family income, the normal expectation is the husband is the bread winner, but a wife who works can contribute a maximum of 49% to the family income. The family income is for all the needs of the family, including children, as a whole. If the wife earns more money than the man, the remainder above the 49% of the family income is her own personal spending money, which she can spend on whatever she wishes. A wife is not required to work, which is the man's responsibility, and a wife can insist her husband works hard to provide for the family to meet the basic needs and wants of the family. But in dire circumstances a wife sometimes will need to work to help the family. The 49% level is a rule, but it is not immutable, lack of decent income from the husband being the only exception. But it would have to be an extremely low income for the husband for this rule to be excepted on. Biblically a husband rules over his wife, so it his responsibility to contribute the greater portion of the family income. We do not reject modern notions of equality, so the contribution of up to 49% of the family income by a spouse is acceptable. But, that said, it doesn't have to be 49% by the wife at all, and could just as much be 20% or nothing at all if the husband's income is sufficient. If a man marries a rich wife, the 49% rule still definitely applies. Males, like females, in the ANM should not be 'Gold Digger' - after a spouse because of their wealth. We marry because we love, are fond of or admire and like someone of the opposite sex, or are very compatible. Not because of wealth. A rich wife can not lavish expensive gifts on a poor husband. Only gifts within very equitable proportion to his own income level and status in life. And not too many, either. However, a rich husband has greater liberties, as the wife is not required to contribute to the family income necessarily, and if the husband has become successful in life, the wife may share in this success. If both have become successful, the wife may continue to provide 49% of the family income if she wants quite good things for the family as a whole. Motivations to marry a rich and older wife, to receive her inheritance if she dies earlier are not noble. Motivations to marry someone because of their wealth are not noble at all. You should like that person because of their personal qualities, otherwise you are fake. So if they are successful in life, and if you are only moderately successful, this principle should not change at all, and you should never expect to gain profit from marrying someone who is doing well in life. Don't look for business opportunities either from a successful spouse. However, if a business planned has 'Genuine' potential, careful investments by a wealthier spouse can be a consideration. A desire from a wealthier spouse to invest in their partner, to boost their standing in life, is a reasonable motivation because of love and to strengthen the family, but such investments MUST be based on sound business opportunities from the investment. If a decent return looks likely and possible, such investments credibility are directly correlative to this. But, again, looking to marry a rich partner based on looking for a sound investment is neither noble either. Make it genuine affection for your spouse. You only marry forever because you love that person in the end. If it's just getting rich, move on, because you should be able to find your own fortune in time anyway.


Chapter Thirty-Seven

KEEPING PURE FAITH

And when men began to be multiplied upon the earth, and daughters were born to them, the sons of God, seeing that the daughters of men were beautiful, took to themselves wives from all whom they chose. And God said: “My spirit shall not remain in man forever, because he is flesh. And so his days shall be one hundred and twenty years.” Now giants were upon the earth in those days. For after the sons of God went in to the daughters of men, and they conceived, these became the powerful ones of ancient times, men of renown. Then God, seeing that the wickedness of men was great upon the earth and that every thought of their heart was intent upon evil at all times, repented that he had made man on the earth. And being touched inwardly with a sorrow of heart, he said, “I will eliminate man, whom I have created, from the face of the earth, from man to other living things, from animals even to the flying things of the air. For it grieves me that I have made them.” Yet truly, Noah found grace before the Lord.

The Sons of God were those descendants of Adam who kept pure faith in God and his ways and teachings. They were the religious people of the time period. When the Sons of God defiled themselves by coupling with the daughters of men, they produced a race of great people, intellectual giants and fearsome leaders. But this was not God's will. The daughters of men were worldly hedonistic people, and the people of the faith should not have mixed with them. The ANM is mankind's only representative of the uncorrupted religion of mankind (outside of the lesser covenants of the Abrahamic fold), the faith of the Adamide-Noahide community, as shown in Genesis 1:1 - 11:9. Other religions deviate from mankind's official religion with their own heretical teachings and false saviours. They don't stay pure to the teaching of the Rainbow Covenant. The heretical Talmudic Noahides describe a false Noahide system, which did not originate in the time of Noah, but is Phariseeical heresy. Karaite Judaism teaches the uncorrupted faith for Israel, and they are the only other religious movement we recognize as keeping its religion properly with God. We do not associate with them, as they have a separate covenant of service to God, and are required to live in Israel. The ANM, thus, can not procreate or marry outside of its religion, as there are no other faiths which keep the Noahide covenant purely. Everything deviates from the original doctrine with teachings they claim are true and divine, but are just man-made. They are also often heretical. The teachings of the Rainbow Bible ARE based on the Noahide tradition itself, and the origin of the teachings in this modern time are clearly stated. Further, it does not claim any direct divine revelation or being the direct will of God (apart from very clearly stated passages), but rather religion based upon God's official religion for mankind (Genesis 1:1 - 11:9) and motivated by this faith. All our claims are factual - it originates with us ourselves, and it is spirituality judged on its own merits, not claiming divine status. Thus, we alone currently represent the true religion for mankind,and can not marry daughters of men, as we follow God's faith in an uncorrupted way.


Chapter Thirty-Eight

THE LIFEPLAN – DAY TO DAY LIVING

As you reach maturity in life it is sensible and wise to start to formulate in your mind, and written down also, the general way you apply a lifeplan you may have for life, and life in general too, with all its plan and whims, recording the outlow of your life from your day to day decisions, and use this to shape a day to day living lifeplan. Some people use diaries and calendars and notebooks and to-do lists and things like that. With experience in starting to understand how your life works, either written down or in your thoughts it is a good idea to develop a general lifeplan implementation journal of how you go about living your dreams and choices from day to day throughout life. In the end the Lifeplan does not have to be a dettailed and methocially written out thing, but that certainly helps. The core idea of the lifeplan is to get a focus in life on what you want to do with it and the kind of choices you need to make to achieve the kind of things you want or may want to do in life. So many lives are lived going with just a flow of things without any clear direction or vision, and some times live are not satisfactory because people haven't shaped a proper vision for what they want to do in life, and have just gone with what works at any particular time. So many lives lack clear direction. The strength of the lifeplan is that it gives you clear direction, and with a daily organized way of going about your life, either in a diary or something similar, or a well weorked out plan in your head, life becomes purposeful and you have direction you understand. Remember, the more planned out it is, the more ways you will have of knowing what to do with it all, yet still make room for life to happen, which also sometimes wants to take you in unexpected avenues.


Chapter Thirty-Nine

TASK ACCOMPLISHMENT

Tasks. Chores. Jobs. Whatever you want to call them life is full of things we have to do, for our own life, our family and work's sake, and part of doing a job is doing it through to completion. Not leaving it half done. As a kid your parents often said when you had tidied up enough of your room, 'That will do'. Obviously we didn't always to it to completion or perfection, few ever did really. But in life, as we grow up, one thing we steadily learn is that you need to complete tasks. You really need to get them finished properly. When you begin something, which is often the hardest part, it is important to keep in mind that you really should only do this thing if you are intending to complete it the way it is supposed to be done. It doesn't build a great reputation at work if you leave things half done, and somebody else has to finish what you started. You get a name for someone who doesn't complete tasks – who doesn't do the job properly. Tasks should be completed. They should be finished. They should be worked upon with an attitude that you will get all the work done, and not leave it at 80% or some other figure. Get it all done. Naturally there are times when you are tired from life's activities and you can't always get something done which you planned to do, and it is not the end of the world to ask for help in completing something properly. But if you can, get to it after you have had a rest, or the next day – get it finished as soon as possible. Obviously there are things in life which don't matter so much if they are finished much properly or not. Creative works, which are really up to you whether you finish or not, are learning experiences regardless for whatever you get done. But, in general, if you start it, finish it. Complete your paid work for each day, tidy your room to a proper neaness, wash the car until it is properly clean, and do the dishes until the las knife is spotless. Finish what you started and committed to – it is a good attitude to have in life.


Chapter Forty

HUMDRUM

In the end life is life. And life can be a bit much at times. A bit boring, a bit bland, a bit routine, a bit here we go again, just a bit too much of the humdrum of it all, the regular in and out day to to day stuff, which becomes often so pointless and futile at times when we get down about it all. All I can really say is life goes on. There are good times in life. Special times, events, moments, when you feel real good about yourself, and you are happy. Birthdays, romance moments, births, weddings, special times. Those days were everything is right in the world, and its just damn wonderful to be alive. But there are bad times, as you can' t have the good without the bad. Times of pain, fear and suffering. Times of death and departure. Times of loss, misery and even agony. Life can be a rollercoaster, and usually is, where we all go through the highs and lows of it all. But a big part of it also is that dreaded humdrum, that dreaded monotony, when we really are too fed up with everything to really give much of a shit. Get through it. Knuckled down, toughen up, put on a brave face and soldier on. It will get better in time. Sometimes its dreams which seem a long way off, which you are longong to happen today, but that is just not reality. They will come in their own good time. Someimes its Mr or Mrs Right who you are looking for, but again, when its meant to be. Romance is like cooking an egg – you gotta wait till its ready. But the tedious bits of life, which happen to all of us, which make us blue – well unfortunately that is part an parcel of the package of life. What is up to you in this is to make your life better, through effort, and fill in those dull bits with a happy grin, a ring on an old friends phone number, a smile at someone you haven't smiled to in a while, or a trip down to that place which always makes you happy. Gett off your butt and cheer yourself up. The humdrum is necessary and its probably from God because it teaches us patience in life. But when you have had your fill, try again, work on, and the routine of things, one way or another, in a world were you are simply not alone, will gradually bring you back to life. Cheer up. Life goes on.


Chapter Forty-One

GOD MADE NIGHT AND DAY

When God made the world he made night and day. The day seems to be a time for activity and work and play and adventure.  When we get things done. In the natural world this is when we can see with our eyes and can navigate ourselves around.  It is a time when it is warmer because of the sun, so obviously it seems to be the time when we are about our occupations and things, and enjoying life.  W hen it becomes dark though we lose a lot of this.  We still have natural light in the stars and moon, but it is much less and obviously we can't work in the natural world so easily in the night.  We need rest every day so this seems to logically be the time we rest.  Humans, in the end, probably function biologically on the natural 24 hours of the day, where we work in day and rest in night.  It it a natural system of life management, designed by God in our best interests. Throughout the history from Adam through to Noah society gradually advanced and progressed. It seems to be the instincts of humans to develop this world. In this modern era, as time has progressed over history, we have many jobs which involve working at night. Security workers, workers in 24/7 convenience stores, defense workers, medical workers at hospitals, and so on. These jobs have gradually risen up throughout history, and it seems that while the majority of us work in day and rest in night, there is a demand in human society for nocturnal activity. This is probably a normal enough thing, and the general behaviour of most people working in day and sleeping in night, with the exception of various occupations of a specialized need, is a reality of a world with a large population when such things become a reality. But even then the natural cycle of things with the majority still working in day and resting in night still bears its influence, and perhaps both always will and always should. It seems to be natural law at work, and when we go with the flow of nature our life probably works more harmoniously and in a natural way.

Chapter Forty-Two

THE POTENTIALITY OF ETERNAL LIFE BEING REALIZED IN EARTH ALONE

The teaching God imparts to me at times indicates the potentiality that life can be grasped only through the tree of life of the Garden of Eden. The general resolution of faith of the ANM is that the written prophets of the Neviim in the Tanakh (Hebrew Bible – Basis of Karaite Faith) is the likelihood that they pursued their own agenda largely, representing more the will of Israel rather than the will of God on the subject matter of their discourses. They do not really speak the Word of the Lord is a conclusion often reached in the ANM. It is a matter of debate. There is the understanding that Isaiah and Jeremiah and Daniel and the rest of the written prophets only speak wishful thinking and that the reality of eternal life must be found in the earlier witness of scripture. This, as said, is realized in partaking spiritually of the tree of life of the Garden of Eden, granted by God to repentant souls and those desiring eternal life. This is potentially the case. The structures of eternal life in heaven and of a world to come are doctrines and ideas considered valid for faith purposes by the ANM – they could ultimately prove the reality. But the potential is they are wishful thinking to believe in and wishful thinking to believe that they truly contain a pathway of eternal life. A reality could well be that dead is dead. You have your chance in the here and now – don't waste that opportunity. In my own, Daniel Daly's, witness of life on Earth, should you be reading this and I have passed on, there is possibly the answer. God appears to be promising me the gift of eternal life, and I have partaken spiritually of the fruit of the tree of life. So if I have died, you could presume I am enjoying such a reward in the heavenlies. But if I am still with life on Earth, then such will be the witness of this passage in my own life. Time will tell one might imagine of the truthfulness of the situation.


Chapter Forty-Three

HUMAN'S ARE INDIVIDUALS IN A COMMUNITY CREATING SOCIETY

We are one. But we are many. And in all lands of Earth we live. We are humanity – Adam and Eve and their offspring. The seed of Noah and his sons Japheth, Ham and Shem. One by one we have a life made in the image of God. One by one we have an identity with our one thoughts and feelings and concerns for life. One by one we contribute to being part of our family which is the core essence of our local community. And that local community is made up of villages and towns and society which likewise form the overall society of the nation we are part of in this global village of mankind on planet Earth. We must think globally in many ways, about the big picture of it all and how we fit into that big picture. The Universal Ethics of the Rainbow Covenant should influence us constantly to be moral beings in society, caring for our world and its environment, caring for the Garden of Eden of this world, as God would have us do, and in that universal concern, acting locally in our own community to do the right things which God would have us do to maintain order on planet Earth and function correctly according to the will and teaching of Almighty God. We are individuals, but it doesn't all factor upon us. We are individuals in a community, which we must learn to get along with, and that community needs to comply with the overall direction of the society it is part of. We can always have our influence. That is a natural part of human thought and ambition. Yet influence needs to be tempered by scriptural wisdom and unity, and as part of something, an overall society at large, we need to let the will of society marshal our thinking as much as we wish to impart our own will thereon.

Chapter Forty-Four

ANM MEDICAL HEALTH WORKERS

An ANM Medical Health Worker takes the Hippocratic oath, is registered, and complies with the laws of their nation on medical and health issues. They exercise a duty of care and take that seriously. They study to proper completions of their qualifications, and do their work professionally and courteously and in a friendly manner. They take their work seriously. They covenant with God in prayer and devotion to do their work as a Medical Health Worker, while they are thus engaged, with human dignity in mind and concern and consideration for all their purposes. They make this commitment before God and affirm they will not shirk in their duties. They usually agree to stay up to date well enough in their medical education, and charge fees which are fair and decent and in accordance with standard and regular medical charges. They do not attempt to exploit patients for income, but they do offer services if it is deemed a good idea, and do not need to shy away from earning a decent income. They are meant to be genuine workers who do their jobs responsibly and are meant to earn a good name in society as being reliable, caring and decent. In the end they are only human, and do make mistakes, but should be careful about errors, apologize when they are made, and remedy them as best they can. You are not really called to medical health – but if it seems suitable enough, and you have the skill and knowledge to be able to do the work – certainly make it an option in your life career choices.

Chapter Forty-Five

THE SOUL STRUCTURE UPON DEATH

The Soul Structure Upon Death is set within a nature of sin.
In life on Earth it has made choices to acquiesce to sin and let
the temptations of sin have greater rule over its heart than the
choices of obedience and righteousness.  Unless sin was
vanquished, as Cain was exhorted by God to accomplish, then
the sins and sinful impulses which are present will ultimately
be the undoing of the soul in the afterlife.  It is a nature of choosing
to not push away the impulses of sin which has become set
and when the soul has died a physical death the spiritual person,
if they have inherited the afterlife, will indeed continue on with life
for a time, but eventually the sinful impulses will rise and create
within the person sinful actions which will ultimately lead to the grave
and destroy the last remains of the person.  There is no eternal
life in death.  It is eternity here and now in the physical earth
which must be attained to have eternal life.  Further, because
of the nature of the flow of things in their natural way, a soul
will not be resurrected from the afterlife for another chance as it
were because it is set on a particular way and it is not the will
of God to change a soul and its destiny once the fateful choices
of their lives have been made. God is committed to answering

prayers of mankind but prayers do not override his general will of
things.  God's will is to allow mankind make his
natural choices and see the 'Honesty' in man on
his morality.  Because of this, once a soul gets
set on its way, God will not intervene to change
the course of this souls decision from the destiny
it is set upon, in the sense that it is a destiny
which is simply accepting death as the natural
end of physical earthly life, which is a result
of failure to repent both of sins and the sinful
impulses human beings are prone to.  God will and
does answer prayers, and on issues of salvation
requests for humans he does what he can, but in reality
he is only working towards the gradual achievement
of eternal life souls on earth arising in the fullness
of time as history progresses.  He will not be
deterred from this as his general will of things.
One thing is that those who achieve eternal life
on Earth receive the guarantee from God of support
from both their parents, even if deceased, which
is an issue of the judgement of God on the issue
for such peoples well-being.  Thus prayers can and
are answered by God but, ultimately, you can not pray
a soul into eternal life.  It comes down to their own
will and choices in life.

Chapter Forty-Six

THERE ARE DIFFERENT DOCTRINAL VIEWPOINTS ON ETERNITY IN THE ANM SCRIPTURES FOR A REASON

There are doctrines that the afterlife ultimately ends in death, and there are doctrines that the afterlife is the only true destiny of eternal life for mankind, and there are doctrines that both eternal life on earth and heaven can be realized, and there are doctrines that some people may endure in eternal life in the afterlife and some may not, and these are doctrines of the ANM, and there is meant to be this diversity of paradigm view on the doctrine of eternal life, and death, in the scriptures of the ANM. It is meant to be this way. It is the nature of the challenge to understand and consider this issue for members of the ANM. Naturally, a human will have an interest in the notion of eternal life. It would be a strange sort of situation if a human gave little thought to this issue. We can be rather lax in considering heavy spiritual issues at times, and often all such thinking is dismissed by many individuals who place no faith in religious things. But for those of us who feel we know there is a God and a reward of eternal life potentially realized, it is crucial to have some sort of knowledge and opinion of sorts on this issue to make a judgment for how you should approach life and respond to the potential calling of an eternal existence. It is important to seek God in answering this question and ask for the guidance of his holy spirit, for to make a mistake, it could well be, that while you might think yourself beyond any doubt in your eternity, you may be mistaken. We can all be verily mistaken, even when our faith is sure. I encourage the student of the ANM doctrines and teachings to take a lot of time to consider this doctrine, it is one of our fundamental areas of study, and you should have thought through the different viewpoints we teach of in our knowledge, know that each of these views is considered the potential truth of the situation at times, and try to wrest, as one searches for silver, the pure truth and faith on this issue, to make wise judgement and learn to know to go the right way in your understandings on this crucial issue.

Chapter Forty-Seven

THE DOCTRINES OF MODERN KARAITE NOAHIDISM ARE A SEARCH FOR TRUTH

The Advancing Noah Movement (ANM) is linked with Canberra Biblical Noahides (CBN). I have also conceived of other movement ideas within the faith. This faith is Modern Karaite Noahidism. It is modern in as much as it pertains to the modern era in mankind's culture. This would be regarded in my judgement as post-romantic, in terms of classical music, from about the 20th century onwards, potentially post-victorian tradition. The modern era is probably not complete yet, as of 2020 anyway. Thus, the doctrines of MKN are from the modern era timeframe, founded on the ancient covenant of the Rainbow, found in the Bible in Genesis chapter 9. We represent that the scriptures themselves are the main and primary witness of original Noahide faith. We disagree with the notion that the Talmud represents the original Noahide faith with its 7 laws of Noah doctrine. This appears to have emerged with the ancient Godfearers and Pharisee movements associated with Israel. We maintain it is not the original faith from the time of Adam through to Noah and his sons, which is revealed, the scope thereof, in the Bible itself. Our work does not denote our doctrine and teaching as the original Noahide faith. There are a few minor things God has spoken to me about Noah, that he was intelligent in his generation, and they have been noted in the writings so far. But by and large we maintain that the scriptures themselves are the one true repositry of knowledge of the covenant faith. However, we are people who have studied the Rainbow Torah, from Genesis 1:1 to 11:9 – from Creation to Babel – a great deal. We have learned the knowledge and inculcated that into our lives. Because of this, being well versed in the ancient Adamide-Noahide faith tradition, we are a community of modern era Karaite Adamide-Noahide people. We follow the same faith in God that Adam through to Noah followed. Yet, as we are of the Adamide-Noahide community in faith and following the tradition of scripture, naturally within our lives comes new history and new ideas, for mankind has advanced much in the few thousands of years since the time of Noah. We have much new knowledge and understanding, and our own experiences with this knowledge in our own lives, with which we have formed opinions on issues of morality and things pertaining to the Rainbow Torah faith. It is perfectly reasonable and normal to express our understanding in this modern era in the form of literature, and that is the work of the ANM in general. Now this literature is often a search for answers and meaning on difficult and challenging questions. We don't really claim to know the fullness of the truth on many issues. At times we may be convinced of a certain viewpoint, and present our doctrine as such. At other times we may be equally convinced of an opposing viewpoint. The point is, we are attempting to understand and work out the truth on many complex and difficult issues in life – and that is what Modern Karaite Noahidism represents – the truth of life issues. We probably don't always get it right, quite frankly. But we are trying to do so. You can know with a surety we are trying to get this message of Modern Karaite Noahidism right, for ourselves, for those who read and listen to our work, and for humanity in general. It is a genuine search for truth. So with that in mind, please remember that the doctrines might not always be completely consistent with each other, but that's life anyway. They should ideally provoke in the student a querying attitude, from which all learning begins.

Chapter Forty-Eight

WATCH YOUR STEP

Part of life and staying safe and well is literally watching your step. In the urbanized terrain it is naturally less of a concern, but there are always risks. In the wild it is certain of prime importance. Hazards are everywhere in this physical world we live in. On roads there is constant traffic, and vehicles can crash killing very quickly. In the end, when you are sorted out well enough, you probably really need to avoid most traffic. It is just too risky. Going down to shopping centres is often best practiced at times when traffic is minimal. In 24/7 shopping areas often it is best left till the wee hours before going off to get what you need. Personally, I often buy my smokes at the local service station in the early hours of the morning. For the traffic on the road this is the ideal time to get them. Naturally there are always budgeting concerns to take into account for the types of shops you are buying from, so time things the best for the leas traffic possible. Further, walking around roads is often very risky business, as pedestrians can suffer the most harm at times. It is something to minimize and get well under control as your life progresses. City life can be interesting, but the city can be filled with citizens who are not always lawful. Despite you liking to often get out and about on the streets and walkways, this is often simply not a good idea. There can be too many dangerous souls out there which makes it not worth the risk in the end. Sometimes staying inside is simply the wisest course of action. Around the home you need to be wary of standard health and safety hazards, like cords and water on floors and electricity and things. Fire concerns should always be on your mind also. Part of navigating eternal life is that you have a good sense of what can harm you and you completely address these concerns by negating the things which can do you harm. Literally watching your step day in and day out is part of the plan for an eternal life.


Chapter Forty-Nine

FAMILIES ARE NOT A PLACE FOR LEGALISM

In society it is best we observe the rules between competing clans and families and institutions of not stealing from each other. Each individual and group has worked in an effort to gain resources and wealth and assets for the furtherance of their ambitions in life. It is not justice – it is injustice – to deny the natural work efforts of individuals and groups of their earnings in terms of wealth and assets. It is not fair. They have worked hard to obtain and attain these things in life – it should not be deprived them. The rules of law relating to stealing are defined by the abstaining of taking wealth which does not belong to the individual or group or institution or clan or family you are part of. Within a private family, different rules apply. Life can be a matter of needing to find your own way and functioning, and mum and dad have to cop a lot in raising their children. Children within a family unit have the moral right to take what they need to survive and cope from family members of their own household. This has to be balanced to ensure other members of their own family household still gain what they need to cope and be happy, but the furtherance of the ambitions of the family household can be judged by individuals in their own estimation of what is needed to get by. Pinching from mum and dad is ok. In the judgements of earned rights and goods from God, family earned rights from a person pinching from their parents remain in the original asset holder of the wealth stolen to pay for such goods. If you pinched money from mum and dad as a kid to buy lollies or comics or toys or whatever, these goods, in the light of eternity, purchased become the rights of the mum and dad for the family to share amongst all the family members as the parents and monetary right holders decree. The goods end up the property of the family. You enjoyed their privileges when you stole them, but they ultimately cede to your family in their ownership rights. This is prolonged. And, vice versa. Parents who steal from children, siblings from siblings – when all takes place in the same family household, it is the rights of the original money holder to allocate the use of the things bought with the money in the light of the eternal rights on the items purchased. In your family you can use cunning, because your family HAS to put up with your scheming ways, because that is morally expected from your family – they have to put up with you and accept you and love you regardless. It is their moral duty. When you eventually get over the behaviour, remember, the original money holder decides the fate of the assets purchased, but that fate must remain within the domain of the original family household the money was spent within.


Chapter Fifty

LOOK AT THE GOOD THINGS IN LIFE

We can spend a lot of time dwelling on the negative. Change your thoughts. Spend time focusing on the things which are working for you in life and what is going well. If its financial constraints, be honest with God, and ask him to help you to do proper work to earn an income. Be willing to work properly for your money, and God will help you. Be positive about work and life and having a good attitude in the work place and with your occupations. In family, stay positive about family members. Remember why you love them and care for them, and consider their feelings and how your negativity can affect them. Look at the good things you have with your family, the good times, and concentrate on building those traditions in your family life. Turn away from evil. Seek good. Look at all the good things happening in this world before you get too critical. Remember, a lot of people are happy in life and have a good life. Emulate that with a decent attitude change. Care more. Try to care more. Put some effort into it. Your life can change with some soulsearching when you sum up a lot of the good things about your life and try and work to encourage more of those good things and things which bring genuine happiness and contentedness. Avoid the mistakes of the past. Learn from them. Look to bring a happy smile to your face, and be honest with your problems. You know what to do. Do it. And life will be better with some patience and honest effort.


Chapter Fifty-One

RESURRECTION REQUIREMENTS

Sporting events - competitive ones like football - and other things, now have their agro mostly under control enough. God is not a hypocrite. He is unwilling to resurrect souls who die again and again in the same old types of sporting accidents and/or rough behaviour in life. Society has to continue to get things under control till the point comes when it is reasonable for God to resurrect the dead and also obligate himself to ongoing resurrections when people do occasionally die and get killed. God will not be mocked in this respect. He expects humanity to do its best and get things under control before he will give the great resurrection of the dead and continue to resurrect souls at times thereafter. Remember - he won't be mocked, or take this job trivially. He expects humans to honour life and keep it precious. Wilfully harming human bodies is not what he is about. The entertainment in Rugby League for example needs to be well enough under control that accidental deaths are kept to a minimum. The same with occupations and jobs which encounter too much danger and risk to human life. God will not start resurrecting the dead until the world is safe enough to do so regularly. Now, he doesn't want absolute perfection. You don't have to be extremely fussy in this respect. He has made that clear to me. But it needs to be well under control. Judge this issue for yourself. God does not like life and health of a human mocked. He expects us to take good and proper care of ourselves. Until society is doing that to the standard he expects he won't perform ongoing resurrections.





THE BOOK OF GENERAL PRAYERS OF THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT

A Prayer for the Internet

Dear Jehovah God. By your goodness and grace, may you please bless the Internet, keeping banking and business transactions uncorrupted, granting safe online social communities, and smooth flow of internet surfing and general web interactivity. AMEN

A Prayer for the Advancing Noah Movement

Dear Jehovah God. Please unite the Advancing Noah Movement. Please perpetuate us eternally, as everlasting as the Rainbow. Please grant us grace, truth, peace, harmony and prosperity. Please sanctify us to wisdom, humility, righteousness and honesty. And please help us to serve you and the Kingdom of God in fidelity and loyalty. Now and forever. AMEN.

A psalm of Israel.

Make a joyful noise unto the Lord, all ye lands. Serve the Lord with gladness: come before his presence with singing. Know ye that the Lord he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture. Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name. For the Lord is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

A prayer I developed back in the 1990s. To you dear Lord my God I pray.

To you dear Lord my God I pray. Direct my paths throughout this day. And keep my life away from strife as you guide me along the way.

Psalms of the Advancing Noah Movement

Psalm 1

God is in Control.

God rules the Nations. Powerful is God.

God installs Authority positions in mankind. Powerful is God.

God provides for the seed of Adam and Eve. Powerful is God.

God blesses the seed of Noah. Powerful is God.

God teaches through his devotees the way of life. Powerful is God.

Establish the Empire of your Authority Almighty God, we beseech thee.

You are Powerful, Almighty God. In humility we acknowledge your authority.

God is in Control.

ANM Prayer Campaign – Resurrection

The God of the ANM is responsible for answering the prayers of the ANM. Amongst those prayers is the prayer to resurrect the dead. The prayer uses Daniel chapter 12 prayed well over 700 times now. It is for the resurrection of the dead to the life of the World to Come. The application of this prayer would probably not be done on a wholesale basis. It would be done individually, for a soul who is in the afterlife, when they have achieved enough spiritual knowledge and sanctification to maintain eternal life on Earth, so that the resurrection plan would not be done in vain in their life. It would fit in with the ANM's prayer on World Expansion. Thus, it would be done on occasions, January 4th each year a popular day for this to occur, but not necessarily exclusively to that day, and would be handled by God. The resurrected soul, done from the prayers of the ANM, would have requirements to learn ANM doctrine and be associated permanently thereafter with the ANM, as a full eternal member or an associate eternal member.



THE BOOK OF PROVERBS OF THE ADVANCING NOAH MOVEMENT

·         A cavalcade of colour can be entertaining to the eyes. A life full of colour is a pleasure for all to see.

·         Wisdom is seen in length of the days of eternity. The short lived who found folly, why wouldst thou put thine trust in them?

·         To live forever, it seems to me, is the only point, eternally.

·         If you can gain income through little work, it might not make you think yourself valuable to the society necessarily. Hard work often impresses you in your own being.

·         Better to live the life of luxury and tell the hard workers to enjoy their pride, for the easy life, once attained, is really not worth giving up.

·         A man who knows his legal rights and responsibilities, such a soul can chart its way through society.

·         Concern for your family and loyalty to them is a work of the heart worth eternally committing to.

·         The black sheep of your family needs someone to love them as well.

·         The wisdom of loyal friends should be rewarded with carefully judged loyalty.

·         If your buddy keeps on hanging around, divulge a bit more of your personal life to them with time.

·         If you really want eternal life, it makes sense to seek out those who have a similar desire.

·         Don't trust to easily, but sometimes some souls deserve you to make a fool of yourself when they betray you a little bit. Remember, they are only frail humans.

·         If a person is happy to live and let live with you in society, they are the fellow families of society which make welfare from the central social organisation a good enough idea.

·         People who continue to hang around in life, and live without hassling others, they are worth the effort of work to support them.

·         A person who is lazy, but generally kind and lawful, give them a break for a season and a time.

·         A person who is lazy, but generally kind and lawful, when they finally get off their arses, smile as they say 'This sucks'.

·         The end of the matter is the beginning of the next.

 


THE BOOK OF GAMES AND PASTIMES OF THE ANM

Chapter One

Fidelity Club – On the first Sunday of the Month, at 1 in the afternoon, you take a notebook with you and walk to the nearest playing field. You stay for 1 hour and write down all the types of animals and humans which cross your view. Usually it is best to choose a place of activity and to sit on a bench. You are not just bird watching but fauna watching in general. Record the total number of different animals in the general sense (You don't have to go right down to species level, but can if you want to), and take the data home and put it into your life database. Fidelity runs for a whole year, and naturally you will need fidelity to get through the year. At the end of the year you meet up with other members of your 'Fidelity' club to have tea and biscuits, and discuss your Fidelity findings for the year, as well as chatting about all the interesting things which happened during your year of fidelity. It's an annual meetup, so fidelity club headquarters are not really required (Unless affordable, as it can be used as a meetup place in general), just a meeting place at a community centre or hiring a function room for the afternoon. It is similar to birdwatching in many ways, but from a broader perspective.


Chapter Two

Ballpower – You play on a playing field with a standard soccer ball. There are 4 goals, one on each side of the square playing field. The soccer ball is placed at the centre of the field. There are 4 teams of 5 player each. At the start of play the four teams are all behind their goal line, on the edge of the field. The whistle is blown and they all run to try to get to the ball first, and then play begins. The object is to kick the ball into one of the goals to score a goal, any at all. The other teams defend the goal or try to score themselves. It is very challenging, because a player can deflect a ball slightly with his head or foot from someone elses kick, and claim the goal. When a goal is scored the team scoring the goal claims the point, and then the ball is placed again in the centre, and players return to the sidelines to start again. There are two halves of 45 minutes each. Winning team is the team which scores the most goals. In a ladder competition there are 3 points for the win, 1 point for teams who draw with the highest number of goals, and no points for non-winners.


Chapter Three

Weight Run – This can be used in the Noahide Summer Games (held every 4 years in the year before the Olympic Games.)  The weight run is a run over 20 miles, carrying weights in a backpack to test your endurance.  For females the weight is 50 kilograms and for males the weight is 75 kilograms.


Chapter Four

General Cricket CRICKET LAWS of ANM

Law 1: The players. Each team comprises eleven players, with a captain also.

Law 2: Substitutes. A substitute placaye can replace an injured player, and fully take part in the game.

Law 3: The umpires. There are two umpires, who judge the Laws and gameplay. One Umpire stands behind the wicket at the bowlers end, and the other is at 90 degrees from the batters end, a distance of about 15 yards from the wicket.

Law 4: The scorers. There are scorers who record the score of the game, following the umpires signals in the gameplay.

Law 5: The ball. A cricket ball is between 8 13/16 and 9 inches (22.4 cm and 22.9 cm) in circumference, and weighs between 5.5 and 5.75 ounces (155.9g and 163g).

Law 6: The bat. The bat is no more than 38 inches (97 cm) in length, and no more than 4.25 inches (10.8 cm) wide. It may be made of wood or a composite plastic or rubber type substance, but no metal of any sort.

Law 7: The pitch. The pitch is a rectangular area of the ground 22 yards (20 m) long and 10 ft (3.0 m) wide.

Law 8: The wickets. The wicket consists of three wooden stumps that are 28 inches (71 cm) tall. The stumps are placed along the batting crease with equal

distances between each stump. They are positioned so that the wicket is 9 inches (23 cm) wide. Two wooden bails are placed on top of the stumps. The bails must

not project more than 0.5 inches (1.3 cm) above the stumps, and must, for men's cricket, be 4

5⁄16 inches (10.95 cm) long.

Law 9: Bowling, popping, and return creases. This law sets out the dimensions and locations of the creases. The bowling crease, which is the line the stumps are in the middle of, is drawn at each end of the pitch so that the three stumps in the set of stumps at that end of the pitch fall on it (and consequently it is perpendicular to the imaginary line joining the centres of both middle stumps). Each bowling crease should be 8 feet 8 inches (2.64 m) in length, centred on the middle stump at each end, and each bowling crease terminates at one of the return creases. The popping crease, which determines whether a batsman is in his ground or not, and which is used in determining front-foot no balls (see law 24), is drawn at each end of the pitch in front of each of the two sets of stumps. The popping crease must be 4 feet (1.2 m) in front of and parallel to the bowling crease. Although it is considered to have unlimited length, the popping crease must be marked to at least 6 feet (1.8 m) on either side of the imaginary line joining the centres of the middle stumps. The return creases, which are the lines a bowler must be within when making a delivery, are drawn on each side of each set of the stumps, along each sides of the pitch (so there are four return creases in all, one on either side of both sets of stumps). The return creases lie perpendicular to the popping crease and the bowling crease, 4 feet 4 inches (1.32 m) either side of and parallel to the imaginary line joining the centres of the two middle stumps. Each return crease terminates at one end at the popping crease but the other end is considered to be unlimited in length and must be marked to a minimum of 8 feet (2.4 m) from the popping crease.

Law 10: Innings. Before the game, the teams agree whether it is to be over one or two innings, and whether either or both innings are to be limited by time or by overs. In practice, these decisions are likely to be laid down by Competition Regulations, rather than pre-game agreement. In two-innings games, the sides bat alternately. The team batting first eternally fluctuates in order from one team to the other, one after another, the first team at the premeier of the ongoing competition batting first is designated by which team comes first in its official team name in alphabetical order.

Law 11: Intervals. There are intervals between each day's play, a fifteen-minute interval between innings, and lunch, tea and drinks intervals. The timing and length of the intervals must be agreed before the match begins.

Law 12: Start of play; cessation of play. Play after an interval commences with the umpire's call of "Play", and at the end of a session by "Time". The last hour of a match must contain at least 20 overs, being extended in time so as to include 20 overs if necessary.

Law 13: Practice on the field. There may be no batting or bowling practice on the pitch except before the day's play starts and after the day's play has ended. Bowlers may only have trial run-ups if the umpires are of the view that it would waste no time.

Law 14: Scoring runs. Runs are scored when the two batsmen run to the other end of the pitch and ground their bat or foot beyond the crease line. Several runs can be scored from one ball.

Law 15: Boundaries. A boundary is marked round the edge of the field of play. If the ball is hit into or past this boundary, four runs are scored, or six runs if the ball didn't hit the ground before crossing the boundary. It it lands on the boundary line it is four runs.

Law 16: Lost ball. If a ball in play is lost or cannot be recovered, the fielding side can call "lost ball". The batting side keeps any penalty runs (such as no-balls and wides) and scores the higher of six runs and the number of runs actually run.

Law 17: The result. The side which scores the most runs wins the match. If both sides score the same number of runs, the match is tied. However, the match may run out of time before the innings have all been completed. In this case, the match is drawn.

Law 18: The over. An over consists of six balls bowled, excluding wides and no balls. Consecutive overs are delivered from opposite ends of the pitch. A bowler may bowl as many consecutive overs from opposite ends as liked.

Law 19: Dead ball. The ball comes into play when the bowler begins his run up, and becomes dead when all the action from that ball is over. Once the ball is dead, no runs can be scored and no batsmen can be dismissed. The ball becomes dead for a number of reasons, most commonly when a batsman is dismissed, when a boundary is hit, or when the ball has finally settled with the bowler or wicketkeeper.

Law 20: No ball. A ball can be a no ball for several reasons: if the bowler bowls from the wrong place; or if he straightens his elbow during the delivery; or if the bowling is dangerous; or if the ball bounces more than twice or rolls along the ground before reaching the batsman; or if the fielders are standing in illegal places. A no ball adds one run to the batting team's score, in addition to any other runs which are scored off it, and the batsman can't be dismissed off a no ball except by being run out or stumped, or by handling the ball, hitting the ball twice, or obstructing the field.

Law 21: Wide ball. An umpire calls a ball "wide" if, in his or her opinion, the batsman did not have a reasonable opportunity to score off the ball. A wide adds one run to the batting team's score, in addition to any other runs which are scored off it, and the batsman can't be dismissed off a wide except by being run out or stumped, or by handling the ball, hitting his wicket, or obstructing the field.

Law 22: Bye and Leg bye. If a ball that is not a no ball or wide passes the striker and runs are scored, they are called byes. If a ball that is not a no ball hits the striker but not the bat and runs arescored, they are called leg-byes. However, leg-byes cannot be scored if the striker is neither attempting a stroke nor trying to avoid being hit. Byes and leg-byes are credited to the team's but not the batsman's total.

Law 23: Appeals. If the fielders believe a batsman is out, they may ask the umpire "How's That?", commonly shouted emphatically with arms raised, before the next ball is bowled. The umpire then decides whether the batsman is out. Technically, the fielding side must appeal for all dismissals, including obvious ones such as bowled. However, a batsman who is obviously out will normally leave the pitch without waiting for an appeal or a decision from the umpire.

Law 24: The wicket is down. Several methods of being out occur when the wicket is put down. This means that the wicket is hit by the ball, or the batsman, or the hand in which a fielder is holding the ball, and at least one bail is removed, but if both bails have already been previously removed, one stump must be removed from the ground.

Law 25: Batsman out of his ground. The batsmen can be run out or stumped if they are out of their ground. A batsman is in his ground if any part of him or his bat is on the ground behind the popping crease. If both batsman are in the middle of the pitch when a wicket is put down, the batsman closer to that end is out.

Law 26: Bowled. A batsman is out if his wicket is put down by a ball delivered by the bowler. It is irrelevant whether the ball has touched the bat, glove, or any part of the batsman before going on to put down the wicket, though it may not touch another player or an umpire before doing so.

Law 27: Timed out. An incoming batsman must be ready to face a ball (or be at the crease with his partner ready to face a ball) within 7 minutes of the outgoing batsman being dismissed, otherwise the incoming batsman will be out.

Law 28: Caught. If a ball hits the bat or the hand holding the bat and is then caught by the opposition within the field of play before the ball bounces, then the batsman is out.

Law 29: Hit wicket. If, after the bowler has entered his delivery stride and while the ball is in play, a batsman puts his wicket down by his bat or his body he is out. The striker is also out hit wicket if he puts his wicket down by his bat or his body in setting off for a first run. "Body" includes the clothes and equipment of the batsman.

Law 30: Leg before wicket (LBW). If the ball hits the batsman without first hitting the bat, but would have hit the wicket if the batsman was not there, and the ball does not pitch on the leg side of the wicket, the batsman will be out. However, if the ball strikes the batsman outside the line of the off-stump, and the batsman was attempting to play a stroke, he is not out.

Law 31: Run out. A batsman is out if at any time while the ball is in play no part of his bat or person is grounded behind the popping crease and his wicket is fairly put down by the opposing side.

Law 32: Stumped. A batsman is out when the wicket-keeper (see Law 40) puts down the wicket, while the batsman is out of his crease and not attempting a run.

Law 33: The wicket-keeper. The keeper is a designated man from the bowling side allowed to stand behind the stumps of the batsman. He is the only player from his side allowed to wear gloves and external leg guards unless a specified second wicket keeper in the first slip position is chosen to play in this role also.

Law 34: The fielder. A fielder is any of the eleven cricketers from the bowling side. Fielders are positioned to field the ball, to stop runs and boundaries, and to get batsmen out by catching or running them out.

Cricket Team Mascots for ANM

Cryptic Gargoyles

Dragonhawks

Silverfish

Vampire Bats

Fierce Minotaurs

Stormeagles

Huge Leviathans

Epic Gargantuans

Invincible Warriors

Firebreathers

Honey Eaters

Doom Leopards

Shadow Princes

Angry Bears

Sarcastic Zebras

Monkey Magic

Dolphs Crusaders

Edgars Goats

Fuzzy's Love Bugs

Zeldas Ladies

Daniel's Bulldogs

Animal Crackers

Ultramages

Spellcasters

Jade Champions

Gold Pennies

Onyx Elephants

Funnell Webs

Deadly Orcas

Mighty Steeds

 

Chapter Five

CARD GAMES OF THE ANM

The Fat Meerkat

52 Deck of Cards, no Jokers. 3 Players. All 3 players are randomly dealt 12 cards. Choose a player to go first. First player plays lowest card in his hand (lowest number, suit doesn't matter). Aces count as 1, Jack counts as 11, Queen counts as 12, King counts as 13. The next player must play a card 3 digits higher or pass. When all have passed, the last player to play the card on the play deck gets the cards, which go into his 'Count Pile'. After reaching a Jack, Queen, or King, you continue on playing cards, starting the sequence in play with the Ace, which is 3 up from the Jack, and so on, and it just goes on sequentially until nobody can play a card. Every time you pass, you can draw a card from the spare pile card deck. When all cards are finally played, the count piles are counted or scored (Ace = 1, 2 = 2 etc to King = 13) and player with the most points wins and is called 'The Fat Meerkat'.

Foundation

From 2 to 5 players may play. More players make it easier to finish, but 2 players can be a lot more fun. Standard 52 card deck with Joker's removed. Setup: The 4 Aces are removed and placed upwards as the 4 'Foundation' piles. Players may only play Black cards on Black Foundations and Red Cards on Red Foundations, either of the suit of colour is fine. Object: This is just a team solitaire sort of game. You don't play against anyone, and it is just for fun and passing the time and the challenge. The object is to build from the 'Ace' to the 'King' in the 4 piles of cards. All the cards are dealt out, and there is always a dummy hand given. With 2 players, you have 2/3 of the deck between you, and the odds of finishing a foundation are less than if there were 4 or 5 players. You can play more than 5, but it takes the challenge out of the game. You simply alternate turns, and you choose a card from your hand to place on a foundation, and the object is to complete the runs between you as a team from the Ace to the King. It's not really a game of any skill, but it is a game of fun to see if you complete the challenge. The cards must go in ascending order from Ace to King, and must be the same colour, but suit doesn't matter. You always have to place a dummy hand so that it becomes a challenge to see of you gut lucky with the cards. It is an excellent game for making bets on. You can bet whether (in 3 players for example) there will be 1, 2 or even 3 complete runs. You can bet what run each suit will finish at. ie Spades may reach number 7 etc.

High Card
Use standard 52 card pack. No jokers. 2 to 6 players recommended. The order of value of suits is Hearts first then diamonds then clubs then spades. All cards are dealt out and players keep cards to themselves. The object is to play a card from your pack of your choice, and each player in turn places a card on top of the first card. The card which is highest wins the trick. The ranking is Ace of Hearts highest, then Ace of Diamonds then Ace of Clubs then Ace of Spades then King of Hearts then King of Diamonds and so on all the way down to the two of Spades which is the lowest. The player with the most tricks once all cards are played wins the game. A very simple 'Tricks' game.

Blood Suckers

Four Players.  Noah, Shem, Ham and Japheth.  Noah is given the hearts, Shem the Spades, Ham the Clubs and Japheth the Diamonds.

Scoring:

4 Aces – 40 points

4 2-10s – 40 points (for each card) plus value of cards

4 Jacks 100 points

4 Queens 120 Points

4 Kings 150 Points

3 Aces – 30 Points

3 2-10s - 30 points plus value of cards

3 Jacks 80 points

3 Queens 100 Points

3 Kings 130 Points

2 Aces – 20 Points

2 2-10s – 20 points plus value of cards

2 Jacks 60 Points

2 Queens 80 Points

2 Kings 110 Points

1 Ace 10 Points

1 2-10s – 10 points plus value of cards

1 Jack – 40 Points

1 Queen – 60 Points

1 King – 90 Points

Now you suck the blood in trading cards.  3 Rounds of trading.  3 cards placed face down for trade voluntarily.  One can be chosen from pack.   You must trade with all three other players. Players choose the cards they want to trade from the other traders 3 cards or hand.  You can only trade your own suit unless you have none of them left in which case whatever you choose. If you get your suit cards again they must be available for trade in the next rounds if they are all you have left. Order of trade is decide as you go.


Chapter Six

Papier Mache and Model Works of MKN Properties

Part of our Arts & Crafts projects is doing Papier Mache and Model works of our Creative Products in MKN. So the designs of buildings especially, but other pictures which have been created in MKN, can be the basis of our designs for work in this field, primarily as hobbies and pastimes. Obviously Noah's Ark and the Tower of Babel are main properties to use. But things which have been created in the MKN can be used, and in nature there are many things which are not owned by anybody which can be done in private usage. Animals, landscapes and scenery of various kinds, mountains, lakes etc. can be done in Papier Mache format and Model work. Also models of the various vehicle designs done by MKN can be done. In general, things in the Public Domain we have legally claimed for fair use can be done, and things in the Public Domain of the Natural world, as well as MKNs own created works.

 

 

 THE BEGINNING OF HISTORY

The Rainbow Torah

I

Creation


In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. But the earth was empty and unoccupied, and darknesses were over the face of the abyss; and so the Spirit of God was brought over the waters. And God said, “Let there be light.” And light became. And God saw the light, that it was good; and so he divided the light from the darknesses. And he called the light, ‘Day,’ and the darknesses, ‘Night.’ And it became evening and morning, one day.

God also said, “Let there be a firmament in the midst of the waters, and let it divide waters from waters.” And God made a firmament, and he divided the waters that were under the firmament, from those that were above the firmament. And so it became. And God called the firmament ‘Heaven.’ And it became evening and morning, the second day.

Truly God said: “Let the waters that are under heaven be gathered together into one place; and let the dry land appear.” And so it became. And God called the dry land, ‘Earth,’ and he called the gathering of the waters, ‘Seas.’ And God saw that it was good. And he said, “Let the land spring forth green plants, both those producing seed, and fruit-bearing trees, producing fruit according to their kind, whose seed is within itself, over all the earth.” And so it became. And the land brought forth green plants, both those producing seed, according to their kind, and trees producing fruit, with each having its own way of sowing, according to its species. And God saw that it was good. And it became evening and the morning, the third day.

Then God said: “Let there be lights in the firmament of heaven. And let them divide day from night, and let them become signs, both of the seasons, and of the days and years. Let them shine in the firmament of heaven and illuminate the earth.” And so it became. And God made two great lights: a greater light, to rule over the day, and a lesser light, to rule over the night, along with the stars. And he set them in the firmament of heaven, to give light over all the earth, and to rule over the day as well as the night, and to divide light from darkness. And God saw that it was good. And it became evening and morning, the fourth day.

And then God said, “Let the waters produce animals with a living soul, and flying creatures above the earth, under the firmament of heaven.” And God created the great sea creatures, and everything with a living soul and the ability to move that the waters produced, according to their species, and all the flying creatures, according to their kind. And God saw that it was good. And he blessed them, saying: “Increase and multiply, and fill the waters of the sea. And let the birds be multiplied above the land.” And it became evening and morning, the fifth day.

God also said, “Let the land produce living souls in their kind: cattle, and animals, and wild beasts of the earth, according to their species.” And so it became. And God made the wild beasts of the earth according to their species, and the cattle, and every animal on the land, according to its kind. And God saw that it was good. And he said: “Let us make Man to our image and likeness. And let him rule over the fish of the sea, and the flying creatures of the air, and the wild beasts, and the entire earth, and every animal that moves on the earth.” And God created man to his own image; to the image of God he created him; male and female, he created them. And God blessed them, and he said, “Increase and multiply, and fill the earth, and subdue it, and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and the flying creatures of the air, and over every living thing that moves upon the earth.” And God said: “Behold, I have given you every seed-bearing plant upon the earth, and all the trees that have in themselves the ability to sow their own kind, to be food for you, and for all the animals of the land, and for all the flying things of the air, and for everything that moves upon the earth and in which there is a living soul, so that they may have these on which to feed.” And so it became. And God saw everything that he had made. And they were very good. And it became evening and morning, the sixth day.

And so the heavens and the earth were completed, with all their adornment. And on the seventh day, God fulfilled his work, which he had made. And on the seventh day he rested from all his work, which he had accomplished. And he blessed the seventh day and sanctified it. For in it, he had ceased from all his work: the work whereby God created whatever he should make.

II

Adam and Eve


These are the generations of heaven and earth, when they were created, in the day when the Lord God made heaven and earth, and every sapling of the field, before it would rise up in the land, and every wild plant, before it would germinate. For the Lord God had not brought rain upon the earth, and there was no man to work the land. But a fountain ascended from the earth, irrigating the entire surface of the land.

And then the Lord God formed man from the clay of the earth, and he breathed into his face the breath of life, and man became a living soul. Now the Lord God had planted a Paradise of enjoyment from the beginning. In it, he placed the man whom he had formed. And from the soil the Lord God produced every tree that was beautiful to behold and pleasant to eat. And even the tree of life was in the midst of Paradise, and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil.

And a river went forth from the place of enjoyment so as to irrigate Paradise, which is divided from there into four heads. The name of one is the Phison; it is that which runs through all the land of Hevilath, where gold is born; and the gold of that land is the finest. In that place is found bdellium and the onyx stone. And the name of the second river is the Gehon; it is that which runs through all the land of Kush. Truly, the name of the third river is the Tigris; it advances opposite the Assyrians. But the fourth river, it is the Euphrates.

Thus, the Lord God brought the man, and put him into the Paradise of enjoyment, so that it would be attended and preserved by him. And he instructed him, saying: “From every tree of Paradise, you shall eat. But from the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, you shall not eat. For in whatever day you will eat from it, you will die a death.” The Lord God also said: “It is not good for the man to be alone. Let us make a helper for him similar to himself.” Therefore, the Lord God, having formed from the soil all the animals of the earth and all the flying creatures of the air, brought them to Adam, in order to see what he would call them. For whatever Adam would call any living creature, that would be its name. And Adam called each of the living things by their names: all the flying creatures of the air, and all the wild beasts of the land. Yet truly, for Adam, there was not found a helper similar to himself. And so the Lord God sent a deep sleep upon Adam. And when he was fast asleep, he took one of his ribs, and he completed it with flesh for it. And the Lord God built up the rib, which he took from Adam, into a woman. And he led her to Adam. And Adam said: “Now this is bone from my bones, and flesh from my flesh. This one shall be called woman, because she was taken from man.” For this reason, a man shall leave behind his father and mother, and he shall cling to his wife; and the two shall be as one flesh. Now they were both naked: Adam, of course, and his wife. And they were not ashamed.

III

The Temptation


However, the serpent was more crafty than any of the creatures of the earth that the Lord God had made. And he said to the woman, “Why has God instructed you, that you should not eat from every tree of Paradise?” The woman responded to him: “From the fruit of the trees which are in Paradise, we eat. Yet truly, from the fruit of the tree which is in the middle of Paradise, God has instructed us that we should not eat, and that we should not touch it, lest perhaps we may die.” Then the serpent said to the woman: “By no means will you die a death. For God knows that, on whatever day you will eat from it, your eyes will be opened; and you will be like gods, knowing good and evil.” And so the woman saw that the tree was good to eat, and beautiful to the eyes, and delightful to consider. And she took from its fruit, and she ate. And she gave to her husband, who ate. And the eyes of them both were opened. And when they realized themselves to be naked, they joined together fig leaves and made coverings for themselves. And when they had heard the voice of the Lord God taking a walk in Paradise in the afternoon breeze, Adam and his wife hid themselves from the face of the Lord God in the midst of the trees of Paradise. And the Lord God called Adam and said to him: “Where are you?” And he said, “I heard your voice in Paradise, and I was afraid, because I was naked, and so I hid myself.” He said to him, “Then who told you that you were naked, if you have not eaten of the tree from which I instructed you that you should not eat?” And Adam said, “The woman, whom you gave to me as a companion, gave to me from the tree, and I ate.” And the Lord God said to the woman, “Why have you done this?” And she responded, “The serpent deceived me, and I ate.” And the Lord God said to the serpent: “Because you have done this, you are cursed among all living things, even the wild beasts of the earth. Upon your breast shall you travel, and the ground shall you eat, all the days of your life. I will put enmities between you and the woman, between your offspring and her offspring. She will crush your head, and you will lie in wait for her heel.” To the woman, he also said: “I will multiply your labors and your conceptions. In pain shall you give birth to sons, and you shall be under your husband’s power, and he shall have dominion over you.” Yet truly, to Adam, he said: “Because you have listened to the voice of your wife, and have eaten of the tree, from which I instructed you that you should not eat, cursed is the land that you work. In hardship shall you eat from it, all the days of your life. Thorns and thistles shall it produce for you, and you shall eat the plants of the earth. By the sweat of your face shall you eat bread, until you return to the earth from which you were taken. For dust you are, and unto dust you shall return.” And Adam called the name of his wife, ‘Eve,’ because she was the mother of all the living. The Lord God also made for Adam and his wife garments from skins, and he clothed them. And he said: “Behold, Adam has become like one of us, knowing good and evil. Therefore, now perhaps he may put forth his hand and also take from the tree of life, and eat, and live in eternity.” And so the Lord God sent him away from the Paradise of enjoyment, in order to work the earth from which he was taken. And he cast out Adam. And in front of the Paradise of enjoyment, he placed the Cherubim with a flaming sword, turning together, to guard the way to the tree of life.

IV

Cain and Abel


Truly, Adam knew his wife Eve, who conceived and gave birth to Cain, saying, “I have obtained a man through God.” And again she gave birth to his brother Abel. But Abel was a pastor of sheep, and Cain was a farmer.

Then it happened, after many days, that Cain offered gifts to the Lord, from the fruits of the earth. Abel likewise offered from the firstborn of his flock, and from their fat. And the Lord looked with favor on Abel and his gifts. Yet in truth, he did not look with favor on Cain and his gifts. And Cain was vehemently angry, and his countenance fell. And the Lord said to him: “Why are you angry? And why is your face fallen? If you behave well, will you not receive? But if you behave badly, will not sin at once be present at the door? And so its desire will be within you, and you will be dominated by it.” And Cain said to his brother Abel, “Let us go outside.” And when they were in the field, Cain rose up against his brother Abel, and he put him to death. And the Lord said to Cain, “Where is your brother Abel?” And he responded: “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?” And he said to him: “What have you done? The voice of your brother’s blood cries out to me from the land. Now, therefore, you will be cursed upon the land, which opened its mouth and received the blood of your brother at your hand. When you work it, it will not give you its fruit; a vagrant and a fugitive shall you be upon the land.” And Cain said to the Lord: “My iniquity is too great to deserve kindness. Behold, you have cast me out this day before the face of the earth, and from your face I will be hidden; and I will be a vagrant and a fugitive on the earth. Therefore, anyone who finds me will kill me.” And the Lord said to him: “By no means will it be so; rather, whoever would kill Cain, will be punished sevenfold.” And the Lord placed a seal upon Cain, so that anyone who found him would not put him to death.

And so Cain, departing from the face of the Lord, lived as a fugitive on the earth, toward the eastern region of Eden. Then Cain knew his wife, and she conceived and gave birth to Enoch. And he built a city, and he called its name by the name of his son, Enoch.

Thereafter, Enoch conceived Irad, and Irad conceived Mahujael, and Mahujael conceived Mathusael, and Mathusael conceived Lamech. Lamech took two wives: the name of one was Adah, and the name of the other was Zillah. And Adah conceived Jabel, who was the father of those who live in tents and are shepherds. And the name of his brother was Jubal; he was the father of those who sing to the harp and the organ. Zillah also conceived Tubalcain, who was a hammerer and artisan in every work of brass and iron. In fact, the sister of Tubalcain was Noema. And Lamech said to his wives Adah and Zillah: “Listen to my voice, you wives of Lamech, pay attention to my speech. For I have killed a man to my own harm, and an adolescent to my own bruising. Sevenfold vengeance will be given for Cain, but for Lamech, seventy-seven times.” Adam also knew his wife again, and she gave birth to a son, and she called his name Seth, saying, “God has given me another offspring, in place of Abel, whom Cain killed.” But to Seth also was born a son, whom he called Enos. This one began to invoke the name of the Lord.

V

The First Genealogy


This is the book of the lineage of Adam. In the day that God created man, he made him to the likeness of God. He created them, male and female; and he blessed them. And he called their name Adam, in the day when they were created. Then Adam lived for one hundred and thirty years. And then he conceived a son in his own image and likeness, and he called his name Seth. And after he conceived Seth, the days of Adam that passed were eight hundred years. And he conceived sons and daughters. And all the time that passed while Adam lived was nine hundred and thirty years, and then he died. Seth likewise lived for one hundred and five years, and then he conceived Enos. And after he conceived Enos, Seth lived for eight hundred and seven years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Seth that passed were nine hundred and twelve years, and then he died. In truth, Enos lived ninety years, and then he conceived Cainan. After his birth, he lived eight hundred and fifteen years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Enos that passed were nine hundred and five years, and then he died. Likewise, Cainan lived seventy years, and then he conceived Mahalalel. And after he conceived Mahalalel, Cainan lived for eight hundred and forty years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Cainan that passed were nine hundred and ten years, and then he died. And Mahalalel lived sixty-five years, and then he conceived Jared. And after he conceived Jared, Mahalalel lived for eight hundred and thirty years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Mahalalel that passed were eight hundred and ninety-five years, and then he died. And Jared lived for one hundred and sixty-two years, and then he conceived Enoch. And after he conceived Enoch, Jared lived for eight hundred years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Jared that passed were nine hundred and sixty-two years, and then he died. Now Enoch lived for sixty-five years, and then he conceived Methuselah. And Enoch walked with God. And after he conceived Methuselah, he lived for three hundred years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Enoch that passed were three hundred and sixty-five years. And he walked with God, and then he was seen no more, because God took him. Likewise, Methuselah lived for one hundred and eighty-seven years, and then he conceived Lamech. And after he conceived Lamech, Methuselah lived for seven hundred and eighty-two years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Methuselah that passed were nine hundred and sixty-nine years, and then he died. Then Lamech lived for one hundred and eighty-two years, and he conceived a son. And he called his name Noah, saying, “This one will console us from the works and hardships of our hands, in the land that the Lord has cursed.” And after he conceived Noah, Lamech lived for five hundred and ninety-five years, and he conceived sons and daughters. And all the days of Lamech that passed were seven hundred and seventy-seven years, and then he died. In truth, when Noah was five hundred years old, he conceived Shem, Ham, and Japheth.

VI

The Sons of God


And when men began to be multiplied upon the earth, and daughters were born to them, the sons of God, seeing that the daughters of men were beautiful, took to themselves wives from all whom they chose. And God said: “My spirit shall not remain in man forever, because he is flesh. And so his days shall be one hundred and twenty years.” Now giants were upon the earth in those days. For after the sons of God went in to the daughters of men, and they conceived, these became the powerful ones of ancient times, men of renown. Then God, seeing that the wickedness of men was great upon the earth and that every thought of their heart was intent upon evil at all times, repented that he had made man on the earth. And being touched inwardly with a sorrow of heart, he said, “I will eliminate man, whom I have created, from the face of the earth, from man to other living things, from animals even to the flying things of the air. For it grieves me that I have made them.” Yet truly, Noah found grace before the Lord.

VII

Noah

These are the generations of Noah. Noah was a just man, and yet he was predominate among his generations, for he walked with God. And he conceived three sons: Shem, Ham, and Japheth. Yet the earth was corrupted before the eyes of God, and it was filled with iniquity. And when God had seen that the earth had been corrupted, (indeed, all flesh had corrupted its way upon the earth) he said to Noah: “The end of all flesh has arrived in my sight. The earth has been filled with iniquity by their presence, and I will destroy them, along with the earth. Make yourself an ark from smoothed wood. You shall make little dwelling places in the ark, and you shall smear pitch on the interior and exterior. And thus shall you make it: The length of the ark shall be three hundred cubits, its width fifty cubits, and its height thirty cubits. You shall make a window in the ark, and you shall complete it within a cubit of the top. Then you shall set the door of the ark at its side. You shall make in it: a lower part, upper rooms, and a third level. Behold, I shall bring the waters of a great flood upon the earth, so as to put to death all flesh in which there is the breath of life under heaven. All things that are on the earth shall be consumed. And I shall establish my covenant with you, and you shall enter the ark, you and your sons, your wife and the wives of your sons with you. And from every living thing of all that is flesh, you shall lead pairs into the ark, so that they may survive with you: from the male sex and the female, from birds, according to their kind, and from beasts, in their kind, and from among all animals on earth, according to their kind; pairs from each shall enter with you, so that they may be able to live. Therefore, you shall take with you from all the foods that are able to be eaten, and you shall carry these with you. And these shall be used as food, some for you, and the rest for them.” And so Noah did all things just as God had instructed him.

VIII

The Flood


And the Lord said to him: “Enter the ark, you and all your house. For I have seen you to be just in my sight, within this generation. From all the clean animals, take seven and seven, the male and the female. Yet truly, from animals that are unclean, take two and two, the male and the female. But also from the birds of the air, take seven and seven, the male and the female, so that offspring may be saved upon the face of the whole earth. For from that point, and after seven days, I will rain upon the earth for forty days and forty nights. And I will wipe away every substance that I have made, from the surface of the earth.” Therefore, Noah did all things just as the Lord had commanded him. And he was six hundred years old when the waters of the great flood inundated the earth. And Noah entered into the ark, and his sons, his wife, and the wives of his sons with him, because of the waters of the great flood. And from the animals both clean and unclean, and from the birds, and from everything that moves upon the earth, two by two they were brought into the ark to Noah, male and female, just as the Lord had instructed Noah. And when seven days had passed, the waters of the great flood inundated the earth. In the six hundredth year of the life of Noah, in the second month, in the seventeenth day of the month, all the fountains of the great abyss were released, and the floodgates of heaven were opened. And rain came upon the earth for forty days and forty nights. On the very same day, Noah and his sons, Shem, Ham, and Japheth, and his wife and the three wives of his sons with them, entered the ark. They and every animal according to its kind, and all the cattle in their kind, and everything that moves upon the earth in their kind, and every flying thing according to its kind, all the birds and all that can fly, entered the ark to Noah, two by two out of all that is flesh, in which there was the breath of life. And those that entered went in male and female, from all that is flesh, just as God had instructed him. And then the Lord closed him in from the outside. And the great flood occurred for forty days upon the earth. And the waters were increased, and they lifted the ark high above the land. For they overflowed greatly, and they filled everything on the surface of the earth. And then the ark was carried across the waters. And the waters prevailed beyond measure across the earth. And all the lofty mountains under the whole heaven were covered. The water was fifteen cubits higher than the mountains which it covered. And all flesh was consumed which moved upon the earth: flying things, animals, wild beasts, and all moving things that crawl upon the ground. And all men, and everything in which there is the breath of life on earth, died. And he wiped away all substance that was upon the earth, from man to animal, the crawling things just as much as the flying things of the air. And they were wiped away from the earth. But only Noah remained, and those who were with him in the ark. And the waters possessed the earth for one hundred and fifty days.

IX

Redemption


Then God remembered Noah, and all living things, and all the cattle, which were with him in the ark, and he brought a wind across the earth, and the waters were diminished. And the fountains of the abyss and the floodgates of heaven were closed. And the rain from heaven was restrained. And the waters were restored to their coming and going from the earth. And they began to diminish after one hundred and fifty days. And the ark rested in the seventh month, on the twenty-seventh day of the month, upon the mountains of Armenia. Yet in truth, the waters were departing and decreasing until the tenth month. For in the tenth month, on the first day of the month, the tips of the mountains appeared. And when forty days had passed, Noah, opening the window that he had made in the ark, sent forth a raven, which went forth and did not return, until the waters were dried up across the earth. Likewise, he sent forth a dove after him, in order to see if the waters had now ceased upon the face of the earth. But when she did not find a place where her foot might rest, she returned to him in the ark. For the waters were upon the whole earth. And he extended his hand and caught her, and he brought her into the ark. And then, having waited a further seven days, he again sent forth the dove out of the ark. And she came to him in the evening, carrying in her mouth an olive branch with green leaves. Noah then understood that the waters had ceased upon the earth. And nevertheless, he waited another seven days. And he sent forth the dove, which no longer returned to him. Therefore, in the six hundred and first year, in the first month, on the first day of the month, the waters were diminished upon the earth. And Noah, opening the cover of the ark, gazed out and saw that the surface of the earth had become dry. In the second month, on the twenty-seventh day of the month, the earth was made dry. Then God spoke to Noah, saying: “Go out of the ark, you and your wife, your sons and the wives of your sons with you. Bring out with you all the living things that are with you, all that is flesh: as with the birds, so also with the wild beasts and all the animals that move upon the earth. And enter upon the land: increase and multiply upon it.” And so Noah and his sons went out, and his wife and the wives of his sons with him. Then also all living things, and the cattle, and the animals that move upon the earth, according to their kinds, departed from the ark.

Then Noah built an altar to the Lord. And, taking from each of the cattle and birds that were clean, he offered holocausts upon the altar. And the Lord smelled the sweet odor and said: “I will no longer curse the earth because of man. For the feelings and thoughts of the heart of man are prone to evil from his youth. Therefore, I will no longer pierce every living soul as I have done. All the days of the earth, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, summer and winter, night and day, will not cease.”

And God blessed Noah and his sons. And he said to them: “Increase, and multiply, and fill the earth. And let the fear and trembling of you be upon all the animals of the earth, and upon all the birds of the air, along with all that moves across the earth. All the fish of the sea have been delivered into your hand. And everything that moves and lives will be food for you. Just as with the edible plants, I have delivered them all to you, except that flesh with blood you shall not eat. For I will examine the blood of your lives at the hand of every beast. So also, at the hand of mankind, at the hand of each man and his brother, I will examine the life of mankind. Whoever will shed human blood, his blood will be poured out. For man was indeed made to the image of God. But as for you: increase and multiply, and go forth upon the earth and fulfill it.”

X

The Covenant

To Noah and to his sons with him, God also said this: “Behold, I will establish my covenant with you, and with your offspring after you, and with every living soul that is with you: as much with the birds as with the cattle and all the animals of the earth that have gone forth from the ark, and with all the wild beasts of the earth. I will establish my covenant with you, and no longer will all that is flesh be put to death by the waters of a great flood, and, henceforth, there will not be a great flood to utterly destroy the earth.”

And God said: “This is the sign of the pact that I grant between me and you, and to every living soul that is with you, for perpetual generations. I will place my arc in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the pact between myself and the earth. And when I obscure the sky with clouds, my arc will appear in the clouds. And I will remember my covenant with you, and with every living soul that enlivens flesh. And there will no longer be waters from a great flood to wipe away all that is flesh. And the arc will be in the clouds, and I will see it, and I will remember the everlasting covenant that was enacted between God and every living soul of all that is flesh upon the earth.” And God said to Noah, “This will be the sign of the covenant that I have established between myself and all that is flesh upon the earth.”

And so the sons of Noah, who came out of the ark, were Shem, Ham, and Japheth. Now Ham himself is the father of Canaan. These three are the sons of Noah. And from these all the family of mankind was spread over the whole earth.

XI

Drunkenness

And Noah, a good farmer, began to cultivate the land, and he planted a vineyard. And by drinking its wine, he became inebriated and was naked in his tent. Because of this, when Ham, the father of Canaan, had indeed seen the privates of his father to be naked, he reported it to his two brothers outside. And truly, Shem and Japheth put a cloak upon their arms, and, advancing backwards, covered the privates of their father. And their faces were turned away, so that they did not see their father’s manhood. Then Noah, awaking from the wine, when he had learned what his younger son had done to him, he said, “Cursed be Canaan, a servant of servants will he be to his brothers.” And he said: “Blessed be the Lord God of Shem, let Canaan be his servant. May God enlarge Japheth, and may he live in the tents of Shem, and let Canaan be his servant.” And after the great flood, Noah lived for three hundred and fifty years. And all his days were completed in nine hundred and fifty years, and then he died.

XII

The Second Genealogy


These are the generations of the sons of Noah: Shem, Ham, and Japheth, and of the sons who were born to them after the great flood.

The sons of Japheth were Gomer, and Magog, and Madai, and Javan, and Tubal, and Meshech, and Tiras. And then the sons of Gomer were Ashkenaz, and Riphath, and Togarmah. And the sons of Javan were Elishah, and Tarshish, Kittim, and Rodanim. The islands of the Gentiles were divided by these into their regions, each one according to his tongue, and their families in their nations.

And the Sons of Ham were Cush, and Mizraim, and Put, and Canaan. And the sons of Cush were Seba, and Havilah, and Sabtah, and Raamah, and Sabteca. The sons of Raamah were Sheba and Dadan. And then Cush conceived Nimrod; he began to be powerful on the earth. And he was an able hunter before the Lord. From this, a proverb came forth: ‘Just like Nimrod, an able hunter before the Lord.’ And so, the beginning of his kingdom was Babylon, and Erech, and Accad, and Chalanne, in the land of Shinar. From that land, Assur came forth, and he built Nineveh, and the streets of the city, and Calah, and also Resen, between Nineveh and Calah. This is a great city. And truly, Mizraim conceived Ludim, and Anamim, and Lehabim, Naphtuhim, and Pathrusim, and Casluhim, from whom came forth the Philistines and the Caphtorim. Then Canaan conceived Sidon his firstborn, the Hittite, and the Jebusite, and the Amorite, the Girgashite,
the Hivite, and the Arkite: the Sinite, and the Arvadian, the Samarite, and the Hamathite. And after this, the peoples of the Canaanites became widespread. And the borders of Chanaan went, as one travels, from Sidon to Gerar, even to Gaza, until one enters Sodom and Gomorrah, and from Admah and Zeboiim, even to Lesa. These are the sons of Ham in their kindred, and tongues, and generations, and lands, and nations.

Likewise, from Shem, the father of all the sons of Heber, the elder brother of Japheth, sons were born. The sons of Shem were Elam, and Asshur, and Arphaxad, and Lud, and Aram. The sons of Aram were Uz, and Hul, and Gether, and Mash. But truly, Arphaxad conceived Shelah, from whom was born Eber. And to Eber were born two sons: the name of the one was Peleg, for in his days the earth became divided, and his brother’s name was Joktan. This Joktan conceived Almodad, and Sheleph, and Hazarmaveth, Jerah and Hadoram, and Uzal and Diklah, and Obal and Abimael, Sheba and Ophir, and Havilah and Jobab. All these were the sons of Joktan. And their habitation extended from Messa, as one sojourns, even to Sephar, a mountain in the east. These are the sons of Shem according to their kindred, and tongues, and the regions within their nations. These are the families of Noah, according to their peoples and nations. The nations became divided according to these, on the earth after the great flood.

XIII

The Tower of Babel


Now the earth was of one language and of the same speech. And when they were advancing from the east, they found a plain in the land of Shinar, and they dwelt in it. And each one said to his neighbor, “Come, let us make bricks, and bake them with fire.” And they had bricks instead of stones, and pitch instead of mortar. And they said: “Come, let us make a city and a tower, so that its height may reach to heaven. And let us make our name famous before we are divided into all the lands.” Then the Lord descended to see the city and the tower, which the sons of Adam were building. And he said: “Behold, the people are united, and all have one tongue. And since they have begun to do this, they will not desist from their plans, until they have completed their work.} Therefore, come, let us descend, and in that place confound their tongue, so that they may not listen, each one to the voice of his neighbor.” And so the Lord divided them from that place into all the lands, and they ceased to build the city. And for this reason, its name was called ‘Babel,’ because in that place the language of the whole earth became confused. And from then on, the Lord scattered them across the face of every region.

The End

 

History

In Genesis 9:1 God tells Noah to fill the world with his sons. All the world is meant for the sons and daughters of Noah. Our legal religion is the Rainbow Torah (Genesis 1:1 - 11:9). Noah cursed Canaan. He was to be the lowest of slaves to his brothers, Shem and Japheth. Canaan ultimately inherited land. The land of Canaan. This land is to ultimately fall into Japheth and Shem's hand, and the Canaanites are to be slaves to the progeny of Japheth and Shem. The Table of Nations in Genesis 10 delineates the famiies of Japheth and Shem. In the rest of Genesis 11 we find the extension of a Shem line, through Eber, down to Terah. Terah had a son called Nahor and another son called Haran. Nahor had a wife called Milcah. Milcah was the daughter of Haran, who had another child called Iscah. One of Terah's grandsons was called Lot. Lot left the land of Ur of the Chaldees, and ultimately arrived in the land of Canaan. Lot lived in Sodom for a while. Two angels eventually came and gathered him with his wife and two daughters, and took them out of Sodom, which was destroyed by the LORD with fire from heaven. Lot's wife looked back at Sodom when they were escaping, and was turned into a pillar of salt. Lot's two daughters decided to get their father drunk, as they had no other opportunties for mates, and they did so, one the first night, and another the second night. They became Ammon and Moab, which formed the nations of Ammon and Moab and the Ammonite People and the Moabite people. Ruth was a member of the Moabite people. Ruth ended up living in Bethlehem. She was from the line of Shem. It was promised by Noah that Shemitic people would inherit the land of Canaan. Ruth lived there for a while. Nahor appears to have had a son called Laban. Laban had a sister called Rebecca. These were Shemitic people. Laban entered into a covenant with a certain individual not to pass beyond a certain point of land, which had a witness of a pile of stones to mark this covenant. This was Laban's personal covenant. This covenant does not stand for anything except Laban's own commitment to it. Laban was a Shemite under the Covnenant of Noah. He was a Noahide. Lot was a Shemite under the Covenant of Noah. He was a Noahide. They were Noahides who believed in God. The foundation of the nations of Moab and Ammon were of nations who believed in God. They were formed from foundation as Noahide Nations.  Lot had an uncle who had interaction with the priest of the Most High God, Melchizedek.  Melchizedek was priest of Most High God in Salem.  Salem is apparenty in the land of Canaan, and was probably renamed Jerusalem.  In the book of Joshua we have a king of Salem called Adoni-Zedek, an Amorite.  This is most likely a descendant of Melchizedek, who was thus most probably an Amorite Priest of Salem.  Melchizedek was also King of Salem.  Lot’s uncle got involved with warfare, and returning of goods to their rightful owners in some way, and he was giving a tithe of certain goods to Melchizedek.  Melchizedek told him to keep the goods, but that he would accept the souls (presumably as slaves or servants).  Lot’s uncle declined this, saying he would not keep the tithe of goods for himself, lest Melchizedek say he had made Abram rich.  However, he maintained that his friend Aner, Escholl and Mamre should have their parts.  Of course, as an Amorite, Melchizedek was a Noahide, and functioned under Noah’s Covenant.  Being a priest of Most High God, and receiving a tithe, which is 10%, we can know from this that tithing 10% of goods to a Noahide Priest is a normal activity for a Noahide.

In Genesis 41 we learn about the Pharaoh of Egypt.  Egypt is traditionally known as the Noahide Nation of ‘Mizraim’.  Mizraim is listed second on the sons of Ham, son of Noah, in Genesis 10.  Noah did not curse Mizraim.   Ham had been cursed, not Mizraim.  Pharaoh is recorded as having had a dream.  It reads:  “Then it came to pass, at the end of two full years, that Pharaoh had a dream; and behold, he stood by the river. Suddenly there came up out of the river seven cows, fine looking and fat; and they fed in the meadow. Then behold, seven other cows came up after them out of the river, ugly and gaunt, and stood by the other cows on the bank of the river. And the ugly and gaunt cows ate up the seven fine looking and fat cows. So Pharaoh awoke. He slept and dreamed a second time; and suddenly seven heads of grain came up on one stalk, plump and good. Then behold, seven thin heads, blighted by the east wind, sprang up after them. And the seven thin heads devoured the seven plump and full heads. So Pharaoh awoke, and indeed, it was a dream. Now it came to pass in the morning that his spirit was troubled, and he sent and called for all the magicians of Egypt and all its wise men. And Pharaoh told them his dreams, but there was no one who could interpret them for Pharaoh. We read later in Genesis that there were seven years of famine followed by seven years of plenty.”  God had spoken to Pharaoh in a dream, giving him a portent of what would happen in the future.  We learn from this history that God speaks to us in dreams about future events.  We can thus learn from this to record our dreams, and think abou them, and perhaps work out what might happen in the future from the dreams.  We don’t have to, you know.  We can live and let life flow on, following God, and walking with him.  We do not really know of Pharaoh had much faith in God at this time.  It seems that Egypt had fallen into a lot of idolatry.  We, as Noahides, should learn that idolatry is not really the facts.  The Rainbow Torah teaches us who God really is.  Egypt still exists as a country today.  This biblical Nation of Mizraim endures.  In fact, the biblical Noahide nation of Assyria exists today as the nation of Syria still.  Further, the biblical nation of Lebanon also still exists to this day.  Damascus is mentioned in the bible, and it also still exists to this day.  There was an employee of a certain individual in Genesis, named Eliezer.  He is called in some translation Eliezer of Damascus. He is possibly a Noahide from Damascus. Damascus is in the Noahide nation of Assyria.  Progressing into Exodus we learn more about Egypt.  Egypt suffered 10 plagues under the judgment of God. They had persecuted a foreign people who had been their slaves, and God had informed the Pharaoh through one of his servants amongst those people that Egypt had been acting too harshly towards this people and oppressing them.  God expects Noahide nations not to oppress other nations is one of the core lessons we can learn from this.  Potiphar was a figure of note in Genesis as well as his wife, and Potiphera priest of On had a daughter who married a member of these foreigners.  The Pharaoh of Egypt in Exodus had a daughter who brought up a foreigner who acted as the servant of God who spoke to Pharaoh.  Pharoah was addressed by God from someone in his own family in a sense.  Of course it was a new pharaoh later than the prior one who was addressed.  They quite possibly knew each other.  Movies based on teachings from Exodus make this claim, but there is nothing specific in the text itself to prove this.  Well, Egypt carried on as a nation, and the foreigners were allowed to leave after the 10 plagues, which had been quite severe from God, and while the nation had been decimated, they ultimately survived and in this year, 6180 SC (2017 CE) Egypt continues to survive as a nation.  There are various other figures of note from the scriptures of the Tanakh, which ultimately fall under the Noahide Covenant in their covenantal status with God, yet a review of that text, if interested, should be a matter of personal study.  In the book of Daniel, though, we have Babylon talked about, as well as the nations of Persia and Greece.  In the apocryphal book of Maccabees the Roman people are referred to.  Ancient Greece and Rome had pantheons of gods.  These were idols – not true gods.  But from my personal observations there is much of merit in Greek and Roman culture.  Aesop was a Greek story teller, who lived approximately 600 years before the beginning of the common era.  He was apparently born in Thrace at a point on the Black Sea.  Other commentators say he was born in Phrygia.  Aesop, an ancient Greek storyteller, a nation in Europe, is credited as the author of a collection of fables. These fables have stayed alive in humanity’s earth culture, and I have known ideas from these fables since youth, especially the story of the hare and the tortoise.  I have included, tentatively, a collection of Aesop’s fables in the Haven Noahide Fellowship Rainbow Bible, the collection being from the Public Domain, the translation being in English.  If there were ever legal issues of royalties on this, and Aesop approved of us using his collection of stories, proper royalty arrangements would be contracted upon.  Aesop is a slice of history and culture, from Greece, which I think is appropriate enough for Noahides to make use of.  The tales have a sufficient moral and other form of lesson in them, that they are useful and practical for Noahides to make use of.  Of course, Aesop, being Greek, can only really be judged by Noahide Covenant faith ultimately in his earthly sojourn.  He was by no records established in any other covenantal status with God, and his time on earth preceded latter offspring of Tanakh Hebrew faith communities.

Ancient cultures of mankind since the dawn of Civilization include Egypt, Assyria, Phoenicia, Babylon, Persia, Arabia, Lebanon, Mesopotamia, Greece and Rome amongst others.  There are many cultures of mankind which existed before the beginning of the common era.  In these communities idolatry was often present, and knowledge of the God of the Covenant of Noah was not widespread.  But the judgement upon them by God ultimately did refer back to the Covenant codes of ancient days.  These people were ultimately Noahide peoples, and fall under the judgment of Noah’s Covenant, and the scriptures of Genesis 1:1 – 11:9, the Rainbow Torah.  With the advent of the religion known as Christianity in the early years of the common era, which emerged from Hebrew Jewish Israelite faith, the world entered into a new phase, dominated by the teaching and zeal of Jesus of Nazareth and his claims of being the Messiah of Israel.  These claims are false, but the apparent standing Jesus has with God for his religion is official status somewhat, of a Torah based faith.  Christian culture is a separate culture within mankind, a subculture of sorts, despite its large size in this modern 21st century of the common era.  This subculture controls much of the world’s land and institutions of society.  In public schools and public law of the west, Christianity takes its place and works alongside non-christian citizens.  Christians are quite dominant in western cultural societies but there are other citizens who have not joined the religious community of the Christian Church.  The Rainbow Torah community recognizes in various degrees the official status of Christianity and its denominations, which function under the teachings and authority of the New Testament and its church elders and teachers.  We do not associate with the Christian Church in the Rainbow Torah community in any legal sense, apart from recognition that they operate under the authority of God, who controls the church for his own purposes.  They are recognized by us as legal citizens also, and afforded their legal rights, but not regarded in any more sense of import than cultural contributors to the marketplace, and often co-workers in public and private organisations and businesses.  They are not required to be acknowledged by us in any great sense, and affiliating with their congregations in their church hall meeting places would best be avoided, due to their focus in an idolatrous way upon the historical person of Jesus.  Essentially cult like in many practices, they are often best avoided.  Naturally there are members of the Christian community who have something approaching decency and humanity, prepared to acknowledge the salvation outside of their church, but these beacons of light are few and far between.  It is difficult in salvation cults like Christianity, Islam and Bahai, amongst others, for individual members to ever really escape the indoctrination of the pastorship.

King William conquered England in 1066 of the common era.  He was embroiled, most likely, in the Christian faith.  Throughout Britain most citizens were caught up in Christianity.  It continued on in its strength from the early centuries of the common era right up to the 20th century.  In the 21st century of the common era it is probably in decline somewhat, as church attendances are dropping, but people still often get their children baptized.  Today, in 2017, there is a large percentage of Britain which is non-christian.  Generally in our view they would fall under the covenant of Noah.  We are not 100% sure on the requirements of the Christian church to adhere to the Rainbow Torah or not, as God has suggested to me it might be an official religion, but for those outside of the church we are comfortable teaching that they should generally involve themselves with service to the Noahide Covenant.  There have been many citizens of mankind over history which have been people who have accomplished noteworthy feats and achievements.  Who can say really who does not belong in official ANM history and who does.  But  we are seeking what we can of official Noahides or those who identify in a way of righteousness among mankind who are not clearly affiliated with another faith.  One might speak of Aime Palliere, but he was involved ultimately with the 7 laws of Noah heresy.  The famous German writer and statesman, Johan Wolfgan Von Goethe, seemed to identify as a Hyposistarian.  He was of belief in God, but seemed to identify with the God of Israel.  He was close to a Karaite Noahide concept.  In the Talmudic Noahide movement of recent years there have been figures of interest, and to include names I will mention some of them.  Frances Makarova, an Australian Noahide of the Observant Bnai Noah of Australia, and her friend June Cantrell.  In the United Kingdom Hesediah, or David Dryden, a former Karaite Noahide adherent of sorts, now functioning under the 7 laws of Noah.  Billy Jack Dial, who has been associated in the past with the High Bnai Noah council.  J David Davis, who wrote ‘Finding the God of Noah’.  Jack Saunders, a prominent figure in the Noahide community.  Adam Penrod.  Ray Petersen at Noahide Nations and, finally, Alan Cecil, who has written Noahide works.  There are others, but that will suffice.

 

 

The Life of Niall of the Nine Hostages

A biography by his descendant Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

It's shrouded in myth, because it was long ago, and records are contradictory and told in legend format, but Niall seems to have been a genuine enough historical personage, one of the High Kings of ancient Ireland. He is the apparent progenitor of the O'Neil clan, and many others, including the Daly clan, and it is considered that as much as 8% of modern Ireland is descended from him patrilineally. He lived in approximately the 4th to the 5th century of the common era, the son of Eochaid Mugmedon, who had four other sons to another wife, not Niall's own mother. The moniker of 'The Nine Hostages' refers to nine hostages that he received, from parts of Ireland and Britain, but legends conflict on the exact origin of these hostages. The O'Neils became kings of Ireland for a few centuries following his death, and other Irish surname families are attributed to him also. Niall is presumed, on the basis of the historical importance of his sons and grandsons in Irish records, to have been a genuine historical figure, but the early Irish annals say little about his life. The Annals of Inisfallen date his death before 382, and the Chronicon Scotorum to 411. The later Annals of the Four Masters dates his reign to 379-405, and the chronology of Geoffrey Keating's Foras Feasa ar Éirinn to 368–395. There is not much we can known for historical certainty on Niall's life, suffice to say that it is probable he existed and is the ancient father of much of the modern Irish peoples.

 

 

Victoria's England

Historical Notes of Daniel from 6178 SC

Victoria's England. I remember it. Sort of. Not really in the actual living history of experiencing it firsthand, but in the repercussions of her tenures, which are still felt today. You see her on those half crown coins, that noble face, that staunch old English maid, who a nation worshipped and prayed for the salvation of, and knew herself a goddess over the world's biggest Empire, surely to rule the waves eternal. You see it these days, the emblems of the Victorian era, in our still tradition of good dress, and fine speech, and intelligent British conversation. A culture shaped linguistically so much since the time of Shakespeare, but born again in Jane Austen, and seeing life clearly in Thomas Hardy. Mary Poppins may have indeed popped in to many a home, but those values were staunchly British, and the Empire was onwards forever. I think of Victoria as the Grand Matriarch of British Society, and despite Cromwell's protestations, the young Churchill as its deepest advocate of the British way of life. They fought wars, and built Empire, and Victoria's name and rule was known from far flung India, to the heart of deepest, darkest Afryka. I see it still in our English teaching Institutions, were strict headmasters bring out the cane, and enforce discipline, and I think that Tom Brown's school days were difficult times, with not much mercy I often felt, but which was the making of you in the end. Victoria, actually, did have liberal spirit as well. She was a woman of her era, when virtues were stricter, but there was a merriment in life also. Agatha Christie was born from such a world, and young J R R Tolkien's Middle Earth had so much of its culture shaped from the generation of Victoria's rulership. The Victorian era. A great name for Antique collectors, for it is all Antique now in the British requirements of a century of age having been reached, and while she is not ancient history quite yet, it is an era steeped in its own one day realized sense of myth, like ancient Britain is, with its Arthur’s and Robin Hoods, and while we have so much historical fact from the era, there is so much fantasy of the Victorian spirit which lives on to this day, and continues to shape our modern English culture. It was a time when Britain went through great Industrial change, and jobs changed all the time, waking up from the classical and middle ages eras, into a growing and more technologically emerging world. Lucy Potter would not quite have been burned at the stake in those days, which were a little bit more tolerable of the magic arts, but a witch was still a witch. She seemed to know how to be a queen. How to rule. How to curb the Empire to her will almost. How to instil respect in England's institutions, and how to maintain that respect long after her passing. Cricket really emerged strongly through the Victorian era, as did the football codes, and the British Empire eclipsed Rome under Victoria's steady hand as the biggest and most influential, and to this day the Anglosphere is the largest and most widespread cultural reality on the planet. Victoria was a real person. Victoria was a true person. She lived her life, did her duty, and was that pinnacle of Aristocracy the Empire probably really did need, which continued proud traditions, and made Britain strong and great. In some ways we live in the shadow of Victoria still, although Elizabeth the Second has eclipsed her service in this year of 6178 SC, and I think, despite the great majority of King's the Empire has had, it is her Queen's which have seemed to have risen to the greatest of prominence and fame with the recollections of history. Long may we say God save the Queen.

 

 

The Life of Winston Churchill

A biography by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

(Written 14th of September 6180 SC / 2017 CE)

Winston Churchill was a Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.  He came to prominence especiall during World War II, in leading Britain against the evils of Nazi Germany under Adolph Hitler.  Winston was traditional in his ways, but would act boldly at time, and break rules to get things done.  He inspired England during the war with determined speeches to oppose the blitzkrieg of Germany, to fight them on the beaches and in the air and to defend the British Way of Life.  England had declared war on Germany in 1939 after Germany had invaded Poland.  This had crossed the line in British political opinion, and so war unfortunately had to be waged.  Prominent during the war was the Spitfire, a British plane, which was a key asset in the Battle of Britain, the airwar fought with Germany in the skies over Britain.  Germany didn’t win that fight, in the end.  They left off, and Britain eventually, when the American’s joined the fight, pushed into Europe with D Day, and eventually conquered the German’s attempt at building another reich for the glory of Germany.  Winston Churchill lived on after the war, and was one of the most influential people of the 20th century.  He was also an artist, and our family have a jug with some of his artwork on it.  After resigning from Government in 1955 he painted over 500 pieces of artwork as a hobby of his.  Winston was born on the 30th of November 1874 in Blenheim Castle in Woodstock, Oxfordshire and died at his London home, aged 90, on the 24th of January 1965.

 

 

The Life of Peter Paul Daly

A biography by his Grand-Son Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

I never met Peter Paul. He died before I was born. Dad (Cyril) tells me he was a hard man, and I get the feeling dad didn’t appreciate it that much. I think dad said he had a taste for classical music, so he must have had some records. Mum also told me that Peter Paul played the fiddle, so obviously he had a fondness of music. Peter Paul was the son of Peter Daly, who worked as a Grocer in Mullingar (who dad recalls as also being Peter Paul Daly) and Maria Daly nee Molloy, and he was born in Earl Street, Mullingar in Ireland on the 6th of July 1876. Peter Paul's father, Peter Daly, was on the Town Council of Mullingar, serving as Chairman of the Board from 1888 to 1899. Of Course, Peter Paul Daly was born at Earl Street in Mullingar. Also from that time period we have this online record of Denis Daly and his family. The address was 3 Earl Street in Mullingar from the 1911 Census. Denis was born about 1857, which potentially makes him a brother of 'Peter Daly' the Town Commissioner, due to the Earl Street Residence were Peter Paul Daly was born.

Peter Paul Daly was baptized into the Roman Catholic Church on the 11th of July 1876. Funnily enough my brother Gregory was born 100 years after Grand-pa, in 1976. At one point in Peter's life he worked as a Tutor in Orange, NSW and at another he worked as a cellarman in one of the Pubs on one of the main streets of Sydney (ie Pitt or Elizabeth or York street or something like that). Peter married Mary Ann McLean (born 26th of June 1885 in Sydney, the daughter of Duncan McLean and Mary McLean nee Finn) at St Mary's Cathedral in Sydney on the 10th of February 1908. Joseph Daly, his brother, witnessed the marriage and signed on the certificate. They had 1 girl, Molly, followed by 9 boys (in no particular order) Stan, Keith, Frank, Leo, Vincent, Cyril, Brian, Peter & Kevin, followed by another girl, Philomena who was last of all. Here at 29 Merriman crescent we have a photo of Peter Paul with some of his boys, as well as a photo of him with his wife (my grandmother) Mary Ann. Peter lived at 43 Arden Street in Clovelly in Sydney where the family was initially raised in Cyril's years, and it would have been a tight fit with so many children. The whole family was Roman Catholic, and it appears they were quite religious and Grandfather probably went to church every Sunday like dad. His son Leo was a Marist Brother, and the whole Clan were involved with Church throughout their lives and kept the faith. I remember going along to St Vincent de Paul with uncle Kevin in Sydney one time, and that uncle Frank went to the latin mass later on in life. Each of the Daly boys seemed actively involved with the Church. Peter Paul used to go to Mass every morning, and he would read the papers in the park before work. He went to Mass up in Waverly at Immaculate Heart instead of Arden Street church, because he preferred those priests who wore the brown habits. At home in Arden street, it was a small 2 bedroom place, with a lounge room, and the family would sit in the kitchen, while Peter Paul sat alone in the lounge room very often. An anecdote from the family is that every afternoon, on radio 2BL, Peter Paul would be listening and 'God save the King' would come on the radio at 4 O'Clock, and he would storm down the hallway in a huff (In true Irish fashion). Auntie Shirlie provided that anecdote for me. His grandson Philip Modaferi informed me that he was indeed a strong man, that he once went on a holiday to Ireland in his older age, and the kids all cheered him off, and that he had astronomy textbooks and studied the stars. Telling that to mum she recalled he was into the stars, and that Cyril once told her that Peter Paul used to get the children out at nights to look at the stars. His wife Mary Ann died on the 5th of July 1939 at 43 Arden Street, and this was recorded in the Sydney Morning Herald in the obituaries on Thursday the 6th of July 1939 (available to view online). There was a requiem mass for the repose of her soul held at St Anthony's church, Clovelly, on the Thursday morning at 9 O'Clock. The funeral party would leave the church, after Mass, for the Botany Cemetery. By request there would be no flowers. According to online records found at the 'Ancestry' website, Peter lived at Waverly in Sydney in 1915, Coogee in Sydney in 1930, Coogee in Sydney in 1937, Waverly in Sydney in 1943 and Clovelly in Sydney in 1963. He died on the 20th of June 1965 aged 88. Grandpa Peter has 'Daly' features in photos of him from younger years, and I can see were his son's get their looks. I am grateful to my grandfather for having my father, and without him I would not be here. I am sure he is in the heavenlies, receiving his reward and enjoying his rest, and my prayers and best wishes are for him.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly



The Life of Thomas Joseph Baker

Compiled by his Grand-Son Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Thomas Joseph Baker was born in Hartlepool, Durham, at Colenso Street on the 9th of September 1902. His parents were Terrence Baker and Annie O'Neil. He married Gladys Stone in 11th September 1930 in St Mary's in Wilton Street, Hull. They had 3 children, Terrence, Gerald and my mother Mary. When they got married they lived in Brazil street. Later they lived on Newbridge Road, possibly number 89.. They were going to 8th of September which is Our Lady (Mary's) Birthday, but it was pushed back to the 11th. When Mary was born he was a builders labourer and one of his jobs was working on East Hull Estate, a group of houses. Later he worked in Bennigers Margarine Company which probably closed down, and he got work at about 60 on the docks of Hull as a glorified office boy in mum's words. At 60 he had a major heamorraghe and lost a lot of blood, and his death certificate says he died of lymphoma. He had a lot of problems with his leg and couldn't get into the army because of it. Later addresses were 58 Preston Road and 18 Ganstead lane were he lived in latter years. The Newbridge road address was bombed during the war, and they had to move. Tom liked cards and he played solo a lot. He liked to visit the pub on weekends and would visit southcotes lane pub. Music he liked included Sasha Desell. He smoked Woodbine tobacco. He never drove a car, and rode a bike. He liked soccer, and supprted Hull City (My team also). He liked reading readers digest magazine. He wasn't particularly academic and mum says her mother was brighter. He took the kids to Hull Fair a lot especially as because his sister Kitty lived near it. Kitty moved up from Hartlepool to work on the trains and lived in 5 Bulmier Terrace Edinburgh Street Hessle Road. He was a placid man and the family seemed to get along well enough. He always stoked the stove at church and looked after the gardens at the back of the school. He had general tools in the family and could do what was called crazy paving. He liked watching basesball at Sutton. At Rockford playing fields and took my mother on occasons.. He would bike everywhere with the family and they visited Paul Village a lot. That's all for now – more to come later.



The Life of Cyril Aloysius Daly

A biography by his son with further autobiographical information and commentary on Daniel's own life

Compiled by Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Cyril Aloysius Daly was born on the 11th of August 6086 SC (1922 CE-AD). His father was Peter Paul Daly and Mary Ann Daly (Nee McLean). Cyril was the 7th boy of 9 boys, the boys (in no particular order) being Vincent, Leo, Keith, Stan, Brian, Kevin, Peter & Frank, and his sisters being Molly and Philomena. Cyril was raised in Sydney in New South Wales in Australia. His first home was in the suburb of Clovelly, in the Eastern Suburbs of Sydney, on the coast. Cyril served in World War II, but did not see any personal combat himself (fortunately, or I might never have been born). He worked in telecommunications sort of work in World War II. He was a war hero because he served his country against the terror of the Axis trio of Germany, Italy and Japan. After the war Cyril worked in different things, but ended up working for the PMG (Post Masters General) and for Telecom. Cyril worked for the PMG/Telecom area for 38 years. My family still has a painting which was presented to Cyril for his achievement from Telecom. It is a lovely painting of the Yaouk valley. Cyril married Mary Daly (Nee Baker) on the 26th of December 1968 in the Christian Calendar, which in the Haven Noahide Fellowship Calendar we would call the 26th of December 6132 SC. Cyril's ancestry traces back to Noah and he is a Noahide biologically and naturally. Cyril was raised in Roman Catholic faith and believed that Jesus was the Christ and died with this faith. His wife Mary Daly is, as of early 6175 SC, also still a practicing Roman Catholic, yet I (Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly) have been attempting to convert her to Noahide faith to accept Haven Noahide Fellowship.

I have had dreams of Cyril Daly my father in heaven, and he has a beautiful spirit associated with him. I believe in my heart that my father will live forever in heaven, and that my mother Mary Daly, when she dies, will join him. I am hoping that they will realize the wisdom of the Rainbow Covenant of Noah and realize, as Genesis teaches, that the Rainbow Covenant is an Everlasting Covenant. I have firm faith in my abilities to convert him should I eventually die and go to heaven, so I truly believe that both Cyril and Mary will inevitably become members of Haven Noahide Fellowship once they realize that Jesus was not the Messiah of the Hebrew Scriptures and that the Jewish people were correct in realizing this truth and, further, that Christianity displeases God. The Noahide faith is an eternal faith, an everlasting covenant as Scripture maintains, and the Rainbow is a natural and supernatural sign of God’s divine intervention in mankind. The Rainbow Covenant is the family faith of Noah’s children and the Daly’s are most probably descended through Noah’s son Japheth to Nigall of the 9 Hostages, and on through to Peter Paul Daly (Cyril’s father) and to Cyril Aloysius Daly and to myself, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.

In English Noahide Gematria utilizing Ordinal Equivalents, Cyril equals 67. Daly equals 42. So Cyril Daly is 109. Aloysius is 121. So Cyril Aloysius Daly is 230. Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly is 228 in Noahide Gematria Ordinal Equivalents.

Cyril had 5 children – in order of birth, Matthew, Brigid, Daniel, Jacinta and Gregory. His grandchildren in order of birth are. Madalene, Jayden, Georgia, Ronan, Amelia, James & Rachel so far.Madalene, Jayden and Georgia are Brigid’s children through David Bridges. Ronan, Amelia and Rachel are Jacinta’s children through Alan Bradley. James is Gregory’s child through Christie Daly (nee Gonzaga). Cyril died in 2007 in the Christian or Common Era Calendar which would be 6171 SC in the Haven Noahide Fellowship calendar. His funeral Service was well attended. Trish Kirby gave the eulogy for Cyril Daly as she did for my brother Matthew. It was excellent on both occasions. Cyril liked to take photographs, and we as a family still have many of them. As a family we used to go to Buckenderra in New South Wales, for Telecom Christmas parties. These were wonderful times for the family, and I have good memories of them. I remember some early memories of Cyril and myself in Berridale. I was being cheeky and say Zee instead of Zed. Cyril said if I said Zed he would let me have a biscuit (and I think it might have been a Granita biscuit). I obeyed him, but when I had the biscuit I cheekily said Zee anyway. I was a bit of a devil. I remember another memory being in the verandah of 7 Bent Street in Berridale and saying to dad I will stay up all night with you. I didn’t do that in the end, but the memory is still with me. I remember playing in a box which dad had brought home from Cooma, and then the Goodies came on TV. I played in the box for a while longer, then went inside. I remember the time which dad brought home a clock, and we still have that clock here at 29 Merriman Crescent. One of the hands of the clock is currently unattached, but it can be put back on if it needs to be. The clock was made in Korea. This goes back to the 1970s. I have recently thought the clock might be a bit of a collectable, but the family should really keep the clock forever. I have some photos of my dad Cyril Aloysius Daly and I want to keep them forever.

I remember being up in Sydney recently when Auntie Molly had just turned 100, just before she died, and looking at her I was speaking with my mum Mary and saying, doesn’t she look just like dad, and mum agreed. We went up to Sydney with Gregory and Christie and James I think, and we visited Auntie Shirlie (Uncle Stan Daly’s wife) in Caringbah, were we talked about family things. I saw a picture of my cousin Colin, who looks a lot like my brother Matthew. Coming back from that trip to Sydney we listened to a CD, and I was really enjoying the final song by the Pretender’s (500 Miles) which finished perfectly just as we got back home to 29 Merriman Crescent. I was thinking to myself what a good celtic song to sing. I remember another time with Cyril and the family near Nimmitabel were there was a telecom office, up in the forest. We stayed the night and played Monopoly. It was a lovely memory. I think we might possibly have gone more than once. I remember many visits to Tathra as a kid with the family. We would collect shells and swim in the ocean and play on the rocks. And I remember a time when in Infants school my mum Mary was chosen to accompany a school visit to Tathra. It was a lovely time for me. I remember a family visit to Uncle Peter’s in Sydney with the family and there were other uncles there. I made some jokes and I think it was Auntie Pat who said I was clever or something like that. I remember we stayed at Uncle Kevin’s with Auntie Pat’s a lot.

There was this time in 1989 CE when Cyril took me and my friend, whose nickname was noodles, up to Sydney to see the Bon Jovi concert. Me and Noodles were up the back a long way from the stage, but I did see Jon Bon Jovi and the Bon Jovi band in person, even if from a long distance. There were two girls in front of us who we thought were cool. I bought a Bon Jovi T Shirt with a heart on the front of it at that concert, and I remember seeing a guy with a Skid Row T Shirt which I thought was very cool. Bon Jovi have been one of my favourite bands for a long time. I have listened to the Albums Bon Jovi, 7800 degrees Fahrenheit, Slippery When Wet, New Jersey, Keep the faith, These Days, Crush, Bounce, Have a Nice Day & Lost Highway. Hopefully I will get around to hearing the rest of their albums in due course. My brother Gregory recently saw Bon Jovi live in Perth with Christie. He said they were good. I remember listening to Bon Jovi on the radio in Perth when we visited just last year in September, and the song ‘When We Were Beautiful’ was playing, and it was a very touching experience for me. I have had a number of dreams about Bon Jovi, very cool ones, and I love the band heaps. I remember when I was younger listening to the Bon Jovi song ‘Bad Medicine’ being played in the Cooma Pinball Parlour. The first Bon Jovi album I owned was a tape copy of ‘Slippery When Wet’ which Damien Asanovsci had given to me. Later on I bought New Jersey on tape and I loved the album after a while. I thought it was not very good on the first listening, apart from Bad Medicine and 99 in the Shade, but after a while I adored the album. There was a time me, Damien Asanovsci and Peter Dradrach were working up at the Jindabyne Trout farm, and I had brought along my tape player and I played Bon Jovi up there. The trout farm was a great place, and I have good memories of my time there. They had a clock, like our current grandfather clock, which you had to pull down the bars to make the clock work. Damien rolled a Ute on the farm for the short while we were working there, but he didn’t get into too much trouble. When I got back to Cooma I talked with my family about the time, and I remember the time with Brigid when we talked a bit about it. I think I had a tan when I got back. It was good work, not too hard, but we pinched some drinks a little bit because we were thirsty. But we definitely earned our money, and it was about the first paid job I had. I got a cheque for the work, which I cashed probably at St George, probably in the bank account which I still have. It was a building society in those days, but is now a Bank and has recently merged with Westpac.

My father supported the Eastern Suburbs Roosters Rugby League side, as he was from that part of Sydney. My mother Mary also supports the roosters, and I assume she did so to support her husband's team. Matthew, my brother, initially supported the St George Dragons when he was younger, but supported the Roosters later on in life, perhaps because of Cyril. Dad was quite a placid gentleman of a father, though he occasionally had a temper. He never beat us, though, but did bring out the strap rarely when we were younger and gave us a very mild strapping. There was never anything fierce in Cyril's punishments, and he was an excellent father and very appropriate disciplinarian. Of course, dad enjoyed Classical music, and I do remember us watching 'Amadeus' here at 29 Merriman Crescent a number of years ago. Dad liked comedies like 'The Two Ronnies' and 'Open All Hours', but shared with me once that the 'Porrige' comedy was about criminals, and he had a few issues with the show because of it. Obviously he felt that criminals probably shouldn't be glorified in some way, which likely reflected his understanding of his faith. I think, from memory, mum was possibly a lot more social at church than dad, but I can't really remember for sure. Dad was usually with mum out the front of St Pats after church service, and I guess he probably did talk a lot with the congregation. He went faithfully to church every sunday his whole life and was a very devout Roman Catholic, and prayed the Rosary all the time. He read those mini pamphlets which Catholicism produces quite a lot, but I don't recall a big devotion to the old Bible we had in the family, yet I assume he probably knew it well enough. He was a very competent driver of the family car, and didn't speed ever. In fact, I remember in trips from Berridale and to Cooma as well as Canberra always asking dad to go faster. Fortunately he was wise enough to ignore me. When we moved from Cooma to Canberra, we did the move ourselves (or most of it – details are fuzzy) and me and dad went down a couple of times in the station wagon and filled it up with stuff from 6 Bradley to take it to our new rented home in Kambah. He did a basic load, but I insisted on adding a few more things to fill up the car properly. I think he was mainly concerned with getting beds and things up to Canberra on these trips. I remember one time dad took me and Greg out to the Murrumbidgee river because I had hassled him to do so. I didn't even want to go that badly, and we went to the other section with the large bridge. I jumped off it once, and Greg had done a little bit of swimming, but we didn't stay terribly long that time, and went home. But dad had taken us anyway which was kind of him. Dad kept a lot of notes in notebooks related to his work, a lot of it on jobs and things he did for Telecom, going here and there to fix things up. He seemed a competent enough worker at Telecom, though he didn't terribly highly in the organisation, but he always did his work and worked until retirement age. He was a faithful man to work and his occupation and I look back now very proud of a father who raised his children, saw to their schooling and ensure we never went without. We also had enough toys, entertainment, and although mum was the driving force behind it, we definitely had a good share of holidays. Mum and dad argued from time to time, but the definitely loved each other. The undertook Marriage Encounter weekends with their church, were they developed their relationship with each other. I am extremely grateful to have a father which lasted the distance in his marriage and didn't cop out when the going quite possibly got tough. I will always remember that if and when I get married. Dad had a host of tools and enjoyed gardening. He built our first billy cart, and we learned to build them ourselves later, and he taught us to us hammers and nails and screwdrivers and saws. In the garage he had stacks of boxes of those transistors they used in old telecommunication equipment. There were all sorts of odds and ends in the garage, and much of our youth, especially in Cooma, was tinkering around with this or that. He made a little phone system for us in Cooma, which was a wire running between two boxes, were you could speak in one end and hear in the other. It was loads of fun as kids.

A lot of the family holidays were along the NSW south coast. When we were younger the family went to Tathra beach a lot, and I remember coming home sunburnt a heck of a lot. Dad and mum didn't go in the water to swim with us terribly much, and usually stayed up on the beach on the towels. But they might walk in the ripples with us a little, but not usually swim. Sometimes there were exceptions to this, but the norm was for them to stay on the sand as we went swimming or off to the rock pools to collect shells and cuttlefish and things. A holiday home in Terrigal in Gosford was visited a bit, but as we got older we went to Milton near Ulladulla a couple of times I think. Dad was usually the quieter one, driving the car, and talking with mum, while we kids were snapped at not to do this and that by mum an awful lot, and played and had our fun. Dad occasionally played cricket with us over the years, in the back yard at Berridale and Cooma, and here and there, but this diminished, naturally, as he got older. He was an indoors man a lot of the time, but he loved to tinker around in the garage and do things in there. Dad once taught me the secret of batting was to keep your eye on the ball, which I think he learned from Don Bradman's teaching on the issue. I think – I might be mistaken – but he also said the Don usually hit the ball along the ground a lot and was not caught out much because of it. Dad's book collection (which we still own) was mostly scientific technical sort of books, and he had a lot of work related Telecom manuals on hand. In many ways Matt took on dad's stylings in this department, as Matt kept his electronics studies material, and kept his notes and things, and is reminiscent of Cyril in many ways on these things. Matt liked to collect cables and cords and little electronic knick-knacks of various types, and gadgets and things, and I think a lot of that is Cyril's type of behaviour as well. I have probably inherited Cyril's religious genes, being very religious like he was, while Greg has probably got more of Dad's studious type of mentality and his academic scholasticism. It is sort of like Cyril's qualities were divided up among his sons. Dad had an old desk, which is still sitting her in this front room at 29 merriman were I am typing, and a lot of his notes and things are still in files in the desk, untouched by mum for the most part. If he came back from the dead today he could resume his life to a fair degree, and Matt also. The Camera dad have, Matthew seemed to have inherited, but I have it now, in the wooden cupboard in my room which had belonged to Matthew. I moved into Matt's room recently just before Greg got here again recently, and have settled into it. Naturally, we have turfed a whole lot of Matt's studied paperwork now, because nobody in the family really needs it, and its mostly just clutter now. There are many things for both dad and matt that we have retained, though, mostly the important and essential memorabilia of their lives. We still have dad's projector and his films, and Greg got it up and running a couple of years back, but it mostly sits in the closet now, as mum is starting to get on in life, and nobody in the family has much of an interest in those things. Jacinta seems to have a desire – or something mum said relating to that – to own the projector and films, so they will probably go to her one of these days. I will likely inherit dad and matt's book collection and mum is leaving me her book collection also when she eventually passes on. I do have a scrapbook of my father's of movie promo newspaper articles which dad cut out and pasted into the book. It is one of the permanent pieces from dad that I will keep forever. All his photos are still in the cupboard in the room connected to this one, and it looks like they will just sit there until mum passes, at which point I intend to get copies of them all from all the negatives the family still retains of them. There is a photo of dad and mum's wedding right beside me on the wall here in the lounge room and mum has her marriage certificate faithfully on the wall near her bed. Many things have changed since dad's passing (and Matt's also) but many things remain just the same. James, Greg's boy, is getting older, and he reminds me of Cyril in many ways. Soft like dad, and gentle, and of good manners. Mum says he is not close to her at times and feels at a distance somewhat from him, but he opens up to me all the time when he is around and we get along really well. James Daly is an awesome kid and I am very proud of Greg and Christie for producing him. I love him heaps. James full name is James Adelino Cyril Daly, and he takes his middle names from both his grandfathers. He is in Perth at the moment with his mum Christie and they are living at Christie's parents place in Forrestfield, while the home is being rented out, as the family tries to resolve its living situation and work situation. Greg's work at Centrelink is on a contract, and if that ends and he doesn't get alternative work, he will probably go back to Perth, but time will tell either way. As far as I understand it Christie still works at Medicare in Perth, so the family has two incomes at the moment. I am sure they will resolve their challenges in life in time. In latter years, when dad's parkinson's disease became quite prevalent in his life, he was on a wheelchair to get him around a lot of the time, and had become quite a frail old man and of soft speech. It was challenging to talk to him because he was very frail, but things could be said when necessary. We had a lot of carers who helped take care of dad, and they were good for the family and I miss some of them somewhat – without that help it could have been a real challenge taking care of dad. When Matt died, my sister Brigid started going back to the Catholic Church regularly, and now goes each sunday to the church mum goes to, Holy Family church in Corpus Christ parish. That was dad's church in his Macarthur years, and I attended there regularly briefly for a few months in my early 20s when I returned to Christian faith, although after that I went off to Pentecostalism. But Brigid goes regulalry now, and seems to have become somewhat faithful in the way and example mum and dad always set, and mum still does. If it was still my religion I would be going every Sunday myself and, knowing me, all the weekday services as well. Because there are no real believers in my faith in my community here in Canberra I have to do all my religious observances on my own, but I would definitely be very regular in a church if I was still a Christian. So, instead, I read the bible a lot and pray a lot and do things online. It is how I keep my faith and, perhaps many ways, how I walk in the religious tradition of my parents and those before them. The religion may have changed, but the tradition of fidelity to God and King remains the same. I think, of all the things Cyril Daly instilled in his children, it was most definitely a strong religious observance of going to religious assembly and honouring God. Perhaps more than anything else vital to a soul, dad instilled that in us, which gave us so much potential for have a relationship with God and knowing his salvation that, when it all comes down to it, without that in your life, what really matters that much anyway? Thank God dad and Mum care a lot about that issue as far as I am concerned, and will always be grateful for what knowledge of God they did in fact impart to the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.

One of the big things for us as kids was the yearly trip to Buckenderra on Lake Eucumbene for the annual Telecom Christmas party. Dad drove us there and the whole family went, fitting into the station wagon, all 7 of us, some of the kids in the boot, were I usually was, as we drove out to the four mile and took the off-road up towards Adaminaby and up to Lake Eucumbene. We would get things like cans of soft drink for free and I think there were always things like potato crisps and there was usually a barbecue with sausage rolls and probably steaks with fried onions. Dad would have obviously caught up with his workmates at such a gathering, and mum was incessantly mingling with all the people she came along in life anyway. We would have a rug or something, were mum and dad would sleep, and we might play along the shore of Lake Eucumbene, notice the birdshit from the seagulls I think (possibly), but the thrill of the day was when some old chum showed up in a Santa suit and gave all the kids presents. It sure made our day. When the day ended it was a long drive home, but there were lots of long drives home in those early years, especially back from Canberra. That is part of my deepest and fondest memories, the drive in the station wagon home from Canberra at evening after we had done our business in Canberra for the day, and I am sure dad and mum have memories of fondness from those times as well. I remember getting lost in what, I now remember as, the Canberra Centre when we were kids. It gave me bad memories for years, and I was delighted when dad walked past and out the entrance and me and Greg went and chased after him. I don't think dad had even noticed me and Greg had disappeared. Some of the big memories of our trips to Canberra were seeing the giant red golf ball at the golf course in Narrabundah (I think) just near Symonston. We didn't travel through Tuggeranong in those days to come to Canberra, but up the Monaro and past Fyshwick into Manuka, which is were we usually first got into Canberra from. Mum and Dad liked to shop in a Catholic bookstore called 'Pellegrinis' in Manuka in those days, and we went occasionally to a catholic outlet just across the road from St Christopher's cathedral in Manuka. Early childhood is a lot of memories of us going to this or that Catholic place or church ororganisation, especially Vinnies in Cooma were dad did volunteer work and mum as well from time to time. I even did a little volunteering there myself on just a few occasions. That was dad's religion and that was dad's faith, and it kept his life very busy and was probably his biggest thing in life, looking back, apart from his work and things. Dad usually watched TV with us, and the family was usually around the TV set in the 80s for the Friday Night and Saturday Night movies which were a big deal for us as kids. We got a VCR as a family some time in the mid 80s and then movies became a more and more common thing, but they were pretty big news before that for us as a family in the earlier 80s, and TV was what we had and watched. I think our TV was a rental back than, but we owned later on and, as a lot of people can relate, they tended to proliferate in the household when they became more affordable. Ironically, these days it is not so much the fuss of paying for the TV, but paying for someone to take the damn old tube one away. In fact, life tends to accumulate a lot of crap in the average Aussie household I think these days and as your family grows in age and wealth it is more of a matter of where I am going to put the damned new things I have gotten. We're not exactly hoarders as a family, but we hardly need anything new these days. Almost more of a recycling thing really, with out with the old and in with the new, and sometimes it doesn't even have to be that old before we let go of it. Just the way of the world at the moment. Dad, in younger years, would have been more used to toasters that you toast one side at a time and then open the lids, turn the bread around, and toast the other side. I could imagine that would have been exactly what he had. But later on, like kettles and things, they became more elaborate. Obviously dad, being born in 1922 and dying in 2007 lived through a turbulent time of not only conflicts, but vast technological change as well. He probably would have seen the advent of TV and Computers and probably got something of a concept of the Internet, even though he was a bit old and out of touch by the time it was starting to really emerge. Dad was never a PC Computer man at home, dabbling with older technologies like 70s calculators and telephones of his era and things, but he is the kind of man who would have been had they been around in his generation. Quite possibly would have been an IT man if he was born in later generations. Amongst his old letters and work envelopes and things he had a lot of letters with 'O.H.M.S' on them, which I think were related to his time in Post Master's General. He worked in various places, and of course working up in the snow a lot of time during the Snowy Mountains Scheme years, though mum tells me now that he didn't actually work on the scheme itself, but did work up there during the time-frame. Ironically the Snowy TV mini series from the 90s I think it was, was set in Cooma, but it wasn't actually Cooma were they filmed because all the places were different. Dad enjoyed his TV, and watched a lot of it in Canberra years in retirement. He lived a quiet enough life I guess for the most part, and wasn't given to going on a huge number of trips personally, though he went with mum a lot. In latter years Greg and Mum and me and Matt and Dad would travel a lot here and there around the Canberra region on various trips with dad, getting him in and out of his chair and helping him to get along. Really, despite dad's frailty, they were enjoyable times, and in many ways the best years of my life. A lot of that was the early 2000s before dad died in 2007, and I hope dad enjoyed those years, despite his frail condition. One trip was out to the tracking station in Tidbinbilla, and I remember pushing dad along in his wheelchair, and pointing out the big dishes to him which he enjoyed looking at. Dad's sort of stuff, really. They were good times, those years. Really, quite good times. I was young in my Noahide faith, but happy with it, and I enjoyed my life with my family, and was, even though I might not have expressed it, very happy to be part of a family with a good father at the head. Since then, life has become gradually a bit more sedate, and I think that will go on for some more time yet, but I sense change is coming one day, and a more interactive life will start happening for Daniel Daly again. Not yet, but I'll get there. Naturally, dad had incontinence problems in later years, and the carers did great work, as did mum, in taking care of him properly. Dad WAS taken care of very well in his latter years. He had an active life, despite his frail condition, and mum was a wonderful lady to stand so dutifully by her husband and ensure he had the best of care for him in his latter years. He deserved it as well, and I have very fond memories of our final years together.

The holiday to Victoria in the 1980s was probably our biggest family holiday as kids. Dad rented a fold down caravan which we towed behind us, and we stayed in that on our journeys. We stayed at places like Creswick caravan park, and visited the Dinosaur park there, and some other places as well. Bendigo was visited as well as Ballarat, were we went to Sovereign Hill, the old Gold Mines. Dad did all the driving in those days (mum never got a license) and Dad would always sit in the driver's seat with mum nearly every time in the seat alongside him. In latter years there may have been some minor exceptions to this rule, but none that I can recall from memory. Dad always took care of the oil for the car and I remember often him testing the oil level for the car in his mechanics of taking care of the car. He probably did this a lot on our Victorian holiday, and one thing we did a lot on such trips was play a lot of cards. Dad liked Euchre, but mum liked Rummy. As little kids we played snap and fish a lot, but moved on from that in later years. Like the Milton trips in the holiday home we stayed in, we were very together as a family, and lived in each other's company constantly. Nothing escaped mum's notice, and she always ensured we had clean clothing and looked our best. The number of times she probably combed my hair when I was young would have been numerous. Dad himself was not an overly affectionate father when it came right down to it. He was in his very old age, a very kind and loving old man, who was probably doing his very best then to show proper love to his family. But mostly growing up he was a caring and thoughtful father, perhaps a little distant from the kids as they grew, but always responsible with them. I was a lot closer to my mother Mary in those years, and always have been closest to my mum of all people, generally, and Dad and I didn't talk a huge amount over my life, but when I was quite young he was definitely daddy who took care of us all. In the latter teens, though, I would hardly have cared very much, more concentrating on my gang friends from the arcade. In the early years in Canberra in the 1990s I probably talked to dad a little bit more about things, but I was mostly in my own world in those days, lost in depression and heavy metal, and didn't really have time for anyone really. But Dad would take me places, and he helped me out when I needed to go to job interviews and things by driving me there. I remember specifically a telemarketers job in Fyshwick he took me for, though I didn't really bother to try and get the job properly, mainly a requirement fulfilled on my job diary to get my next payment from social security, because I really wanted to just go to CIT in a few months from then anyway, and was just bullshitting about looking for work. I would simply ring up those ads which had jobs with phone numbers, ask if they had filled them, which they usually had, and asked them to take my details, so that I could put that on my job diary. Really, though, I just wanted to study at CIT, so didn't care at that stage. But If I had ever been offered a job I would have taken it – it just never happened because I had no real experience or qualifications. For those years in the early 90s I only talked to Dad, and ignored mum completely for 5 years, not talking to her at all except once on the phone when I had to, because I was ringing to get dad to pick me up from southside TAFE. I don't really recall much of what I probably talked to dad about in those days. He was in retirement, and spent most of the time at home with mum, probably watching a lot of TV and just pottering around the house. Though the Parkinsons sort of came in around then some time, and things were starting to be noticed on shakings and things. In the mid 90s, after my crisis, I disappeared off to various group houses and flats of my own for about 4 to 5 years, and I didn't visit home a huge amount in those years. But I did drop in from time to time, and occasionally stayed there in between moves and things. I was taught judgementalism of Catholicism by many of the Pentecostals I ran with at the time, which went to my head a bit, but later on in Noahidism all that nonsense gradually died away. It was nothing but protestant hype and winging as far as I am concerned, and did not relate to the real world and the actual way catholics did in fact live their life. Just bullshit from pride-filled biblical zealots who really thought their biblical devotions and works made them something special. A load of cobblers as far as I am concerned now, but I do give them a break because they are studious of the bible and do maintain good moral standards as people, even though irrationally judgemental. My friends Chris White and Paul Saberton are still pumped up on that hype, and I don't really rebuke them on it, as they just argue biblically ideas from revelation and, from experience, I am just wasting my breath to differ with them anyway. They don't really care about the facts of the situation, and follow 'Two Babylons' ideas of Hyslop wether he proved his case or not. But Chris and Paul are kind and loving people, just stuffed up with biblical zealotry as far as I am concerned. In many ways Paul is very grounded, but he needs to live in the real world for a time. Dad, on the other hand, lived in the real world his whole life, as did mum, and had a far more universal approach and understanding on life, much akin to the way Catholicism which means universal, likes to operate. I had a good grounding growing up, got into pentecostalismand saw the point some of them were driving at with various passages of scripture, but they push it to the extreme, and are not really in touch that much with the real world, nor try to be. The Devil'splayground as far as many of the zealot pentecostals are concerned. God love em. Someone has to. Dad never really spoke to me about protestant christians, although Luther was mentioned a little bit as well as King Henry starting the Anglican church, but Mum and Dad didn't really say much about the other churches or worry about them much, although mum did say to me occasionally that if she hadn't been a catholic she would have been in the Salvation Army. Perhaps that says a lot. I found out, from conversations later, that dad did know passages in his bible well enough, and knew some standard catholic interpretations of some passages on philippians I was discussing with him one time in his old frailty. He knew how to answer as well according to his faith and saw his point, though I still disagree with his earthly views (whatever he believes now I don't know, because I hope he is in heaven) that the New Testament or the early church ever taught the Trinity. But obviously the Father, Son and Holy Spirit is what Cyril Daly solidly believed in all his life most likely. Parents and children don't always agree, but they should always love each other, and I think we managed that well enough when all is said and done.

In the Macarthur years dad became gradually older and older and, by the time I was finally starting to grow up and learn about people and loving them and respecting them, he had become a very old man, beset with Parkinson's, who was sometimes difficult to communicate with properly. Oh, we talked from time to time over the years, but in some ways I never really got the opportunity to know him well enough, which is possibly because of the big distance in age between us. Yet I have always respected my father, and really do miss him a lot. I continue to pray for him quite regularly now, as I do for others of my family in heaven. I hope to meet them when this earthly life of mine passes, and catch up a lot and really have a good old yarn with the old man about life and everything 'Daly'. Really, everyone has the best dad in the world, but mine is VERY suitable for Daniel Daly, and I would never consider trading him, nor my mum either. I admire them and respect them, and while we may have different faiths, I know they take God very seriously. I am proud of my parents. I love them both, very deeply, and need them forever in my life, and pray to God they will always be there.

Dad had tools in his tool boxes and out in the carport shed we have 2 metal cabinets full of odds and ends and things. Dad was no great organizer of things, but neither was he disorganized. Mostly a regular type of guy who would usually put things back in their right place, and with things like drill bits and pieces he would never leave them out but ensure they were packed away responsibly, like he did for all his tools. It's just that on the shelves were he put things they wouldn't necessarily always go into the same place. But they were always packed away appropriately. We still have as of today lots of wires and cables and all his tools and things, all out in the carport, and since by brother Matthew passed on last year, that stuff is basically left to me and perhaps Greg, who I doubt will be terribly fussed over it. But there are a lot of memories in those old things, and some times I sit out in the carport, even now in winter, just to be out of the house and feeling busy, even if I am just sitting there. All things considered, dad was an all round sort of a guy, with a blokey sort of aspect to him, but also a very academic one also. His work reflected that, being a technician for Telecom. His mind, like my brother Gregory's, was very mathematical and scientifice and while I myself have abilities in these areas, I am clearly stronger on things like Literature and Religion than Gregory, while he is stronger on Economics and Maths and Science, and we have about the same talent at music. It's not that we don't have the others strengths, its just that we don't pursue them a great deal. For example, Greg has written some fiction, but doesn't pursue it. Like I have said, it's like each of the 3 of Cyril's boys got a different share of his own qualities. Remembering back to Cooma years, I can't see Dad in my head a huge amount, but he was doing things often like mowing the lawn and having cups of tea with mum and guests and driving us to church and things. He watched TV regularly with the family, and we as a family watched a lot of Friday night and Saturday night movies together back in the 80s. In Canberra years, in his retirement, TV was a strong reality of his life. He did readbooks, and we have a family library full of various tomes, and he would often be looking at a book on Ireland or some such subject, and then he would be getting fed his dinner for, with his ongoing parkinsons problems, he faded away gradually with older age. He would laugh at the simpsons, in which he appreciated the sarcasm, but he had limits in what he thought was appropriate TV. Strangely, when I probably should have talked to him the most, coming into my 20s, I was living out of home in pentecostal group houses, and, by the time I should have been getting to know my dad, it seemed he had become too old, and too frail, and the mind, while it was there, couldn't get past the body so easily. We didn't have any great intellectual conversations in our life, as we didn't talk on any great subjects at all hardly, but there was an odd chat about religion later on, when I was Pentecostal. I am now wise enough to know that it didn't really matter who was right and wrong on that issue, as Dad kept Catholic faith perfectly well as any Pentecostal kept biblical faith. Dad went to church every sunday, but I never really saw him reading the bible as such. It wasn't his thing. Instead it was sunday missals and newsletters and booklets on catholicism, rather than a great scriptural devotion although I do know that he had read the thing. Later on, as he got frail, he still insisted on trying to confess his sins to a priest, and mum got a priest around from time to time, and he confessed, but she said to him he was so old and that God didn't need to hear them. She was probably right for the old man. The wheelchair was the main thing for his older age, and we pushed him all over the place and around various places on outings here and there, especially down to Cooma and Chakola and places like that. Dad was merciful man, and he had great love for his children's wellbeing. I know he hoped that Matt would get married one day, for I remember him reflecting on some of my words on the subject, and I bought my brother a ring recently, and sacrificed it to heaven, like I did for 3 of my uncles, just in case they need them, you know. For I have heard you might just need to own a ring if you want to propose later on in the heavenlies, and they are not that easy to come by. Dad loved us all, and prayed for us regularly, and I continue to pray for all members of the family also, using psalms especially, for all of us, praying regularly throughout the year for all the members of our family and extended family and friends also. I really do miss dad quite a lot now, and really look forward to seeing him again when I pass on one day. He was the foundation of my life, and his example on decency and responsibility will always be part of my cherished memories for my old man. I guess, if I was asked to describe my dad in 1 word, I would use the word 'quiet' to describe Cyril Aloysius Daly. He was certainly conservative and faithful and loving and kind, and a lot of other virtues as well, but he was more than anything else 'Gentle' and above that 'Quiet'. He was not a ruffian of a man, had a calm demeanour, the quiet type of guy, who worked carefully and with fidelity to get the job done, and didn't spend an eternity bragging about it later. He was a wonderful old fella.

Various tools dad owned included hammers, saws, hacksaw blade, screwdrivers of various kinds, drills and drill bits including a manual hand rotating one, digging fork, digging spade, pick, axes, block buster's, ladders, trailers, lots of various nuts and bolts in jars, plenty of nails, files, whetting stone, alan keys, pliars, wrenches, spanners, cutters, electric sander and all sorts of other things, and bits and pieces of things, especially electronic things. In his desk he had things like hundreds of staples and pens and pins and safety pins and things. We still have the desk, which we got when he was in Cooma, and mum uses it now. I think some of his old files are still in there, and the photographic equipment is still there, the really old stuff. When he worked at the brick Telecom building in Cooma, I would often visit after school or sometimes on Saturdays for a little while when he brought me and often Greg and Matt in. I would wander around the big electronic boards full of wiring, or type away at a writer thing dad said I could write on, or drink water from the water fountain, which I just about always did. Dad usually sat quietly in the partitioned off mini-office area in the main section of the building, were he did his thing, and I always liked looking at the cool electronic calculator he kept from the 1970s. Matt inherited that calculator, but its gone now. Dad would discipline us as kids, but he never got really angry, or very rarely with us, even though we were a brat pack of kids. It all worked out as we got older though and the family stuck together through thick and thin. I am sure he learned how to raise children as a work in progress just as much as anything he he had learned from a book or his own family experiences, but I think, looking back, he did a pretty good job at it. Mum and himtook to the task with responsibility and almost expertise. Mum had been a nanny in England, and had some training looking after children, so she always knew when we could have a break and when we had to be disciplined, and looking back I feel they usually worked together as a team to resolve the various problems which cropped up. It seems they likely always talked about it to resolve the issues, and while mum usually directed us in what was to be done, it seemed everything was talked over with Cyril beforehand. They worked together well as a team raising children, and despite the difficulties and challenges, I think the world of them both for the wisdom they were able to impart, more from their examples than anything else. If and when I have children of my own one day, I know the kind of responsiblities I will be entrusted to and, because of mum and dad, the kind of ways and lessons I know to be able to handle them. I guess, if I really have a problem with Cyril Daly, is that he has passed on, now, when I am at the kind of age which wants to chat with dad and ask him questions about life and really develop a good friendship. For so much of my life it was Daniel-centric vision, but I am starting to get over myself and see the rest of the world, and I really do wish I'd had another decade or so with my old man, just to nut out his wisdom on life, and to have a drink of beer with him, and uncle Kevin, and chat about the war and the cricket and old grandpa Peter Paul and life in general. Yes, if I have one complaint, is that, even though he lived to 84, he was gone to soon for this son of a gun. But life decides when, and I thank God our final time together was a blessing, and that he died in peace, content in a good home with a good family. He's buried at Queanbeyan lawn cemetry, with Matt now on top of him, and just the other day mum paid for another plot, which can have someone placed on top of it as well, which is for herself and myself when I finally pass on. It's not the same column going along, but it is in the same row I think, and we are not far from Dad and Matt. It's all paid for and the family knows so, when I rest in peace myself, I won't be too far from the man who gave me life in the first place. And that must be a good thing.

There was one time in Cooma, when I made a gate between the house and the garage (the shed). We had what was probably the side of an old cot or something, and I used bolts or fasteners of some kind and then, finding a chain which would support it, connected it to the house so that it swung as a gate. It lasted a few years or so, and I was proud of it and, from memory, I think dad paid me some money for doing the job although I never asked for the money. There was another time when I cleaned out the garage voluntarily, not thinking of money, organising everything and putting it all neatly away, and dad paid me for that as well. But when I had put a lot of comics on the account at the newsagency, even though I wasn't supposed to, mum and dad allowed me to do some chores to pay them off a bit. I think I probably overcharged them for the work I did, but I did do a number of chores to work it off, and they left it at that, and didn't hassle me about it. Of course, they probably knew I pinched a fair few pennies from mum's purse, but it was always grace which covered it. They didn't judge me too harshly. They were merciful and forgiving parents. I look back now and realize that dad had a caring heart, and he rewarded work and effort we did for the family. They were occasions I did think voluntarily for the most part, not expecting payment, but they paid me anyway. It was very kind of them, especially with 5 kids and what must have been a tight budget as mum stayed home looking after us all. I never went without clothes and food, though clothes had initially been hand me downs from Matt when I was a bit younger and he was still bigger than me. We got new shoes pretty regularly, and I was always in my school clothes, and they were always clean and washed and ready for school. The lunches were predominantly sandwiches, but some times we had lunch orders from the canteen, which were always my favourite days. They obviously did well balancing the family budget, and we had many regular holidays, looking back in fact it seemed we were always away some where doing this and that. There were a lot of coast trips, especially Terrigal and Tathra, and numerous visits to the Newmerella river and the Murrumbidgee, but we went to other places as well. Mum was usually the instigator in getting us out and about, and she said she often had to push dad to get us out somewhere, but he never really complained, and let mum handle the organising of those things, but, like he said, he was always there with us, and he watched over us as a responsible parent ought to do. With a moderate sized catholic family, they obviously budgeted well, and with his superannuation payout he was able to pay back his brothers for some of the money we got on house loans to buy the families first homes. When we moved to Canberra, we went into a payback interest only loan for many years from our bank, for the Macarthur house, but that was all finally paid off last year, and Cyril can attest to having afforded the family a Canberra home, largely through his own fidelity to his work. A responsible man, who provided properly for his family's needs – if anything else, that is an enduring legacy of the life of Cyril Aloysius Daly, as much a positive and good witness as any family man can hope to attain. He drove us everywhere, and he would even come and pick me up from Peter Dradrach's down town in the later 80s, after I had been at the Games Arcade or playing cricket at the Rotary oval nets in cooma, and he didn't need to do that, as I usually walked home from these things, but he did do it from time to time anyway, as he had done earlier on picking me up from Andrew Pighins house in Cooma West after work, as I went there after school. He never once roused at me for doing this from memory, never complained to me that I was too much of a problem, and always treated me with care and respect, and was a greatly caring father because of it. One of the things I felt later on in life is that he never really taught me any great moral lessons of the family as it where, but he did give me 16 years in Catholic church every Sunday, and his silent witness, retrospectively, is more than enough now for me to learn from his example of the Godly father and parent he was to me. He was a great dad, and I will always look fondly on how he did raise us, for I am well experienced now in how many parents of especially latter generations can fail so readily on these challenges of life. Good on you dad.

In 1967 dad was living in Jindabyne with a friend, working for PMG/Telecom, and he went on a pilgrimage to Lourdes in France were he met mum and a lady called Maeve. He had an interest in Maeve, but nothing ever eventuated, but he also met mum and the became friends. He returned home, and mum returned home to Hull, were she was staying the Presbytery of St Stephens at the time, looking after a priest, and dad corresponded with mum. He eventually proposed in a letter, and she said no initially, but after a while she said yes, and he came over to England and married her in 1968. They came to live in Jindabyne then, were they stayed, although they lived for a brief while in Braidwood. Matthew and Brigid were born while the family was living in Jindabyne, but then they moved to Berridale in early 1972 (I think) and I was born later on that year on the 20th of November back in Hull, because mum wanted to go home to have help from Grandma with the birth and early times of the new baby. In Berridale one of the friends of dad (who I remember) was Joe Scotland, who lived up the road in a more southern area of Berridale. The Luchetta's and the Lindstroms were good friends in the Berridale years, and I still remember the Berridale Catholic church intimately and the statues which were for a while kept in a vault in the ceiling. The church has a bell tower which is still there today, and Berridale is much the same as it was then, still around the same size and population and housing. Of course, next door to us in 7 Bent Street in Berridale was the Anglican churchpresbytery, with the Anglican Church at the end of Bent street. Dad would take the trip into Cooma each day to work at the Telecom building in Cooma, and while there had been options of buying a house in Jindabyne, they eventually bought 6 Bradley street in Cooma in the late 1970s/Early1980s, and the whole family moved into town. As I have said previously, the Berridale house had a double garage, and we kept chickens and had a dog called Toby (which disappeared one day) who was a little terrier, and had all our early adventures tromping around Berridale town. There was a tennis court across the road (a variant of which features in one of my 'Harvest' stories in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny), but we never played on the court, and I wasn't sure if it was private or the town courts. Mum was really the centre of my world in those years, but dad was too, and we were a close-knit family who did our thing, and it was one of those lucky idyllic childhoods, before the schooling years began, and a harder world started becoming known. I think, in many ways, in such a small town, I was shielded from some of the harsher elements in life, for it was an idyllic little town, with beautiful summers, were everything was fascinating and interesting in the town, especially the weird bugs in the back yard which were native (it seems) to the region, and with the pool and the cannon in the park and Anzac day marches dad marched in each year, and plenty of brothers and sisters, and wonderful christmases were pillow cases were full of presents, filled a young life with imagination and happiness and very good times. But school started in the late 70s, and the boys at St Pats were tough, and I wasn't quite ready for the real world I soon found myself in. But, regardless of all that, there was a firm and protective hand from Cyril Daly on his family, watching over us, making the right decisions for us, and as when we came to Canberr in 1990, the move to Cooma in 1980 seemed like a progression of sorts, and in hindsight, the wisdom of God to lead us on to bigger and better things. Even if those things had a whole host of new challenges associated with them. I think dad probably liked Jindabyne and Berridale, for he worked all over the snowy mountains region with his work, and in Cooma he was living a life in a town he was well used to after his earlier years in the Sydney region of his youth. As I have said, dad didn't seem to attract a lot of personal friends to home very much, mostly friends of what I would call the family, but he was always at church each Sunday, and it seems, now, looking back, his friends and colleagues of the church were the main part of his life, especially the workmates at St Vinnies were he worked in various capacities, and were mum occasionally did some volunteer work sorting clothes and things into the various bins. St Vinnies used to be on Sharp Street, but moved to its current location on Vale Street back then, and so much of my childhood memories are of entering the store and asking mum 'Can I have this? Can I have this?' We'd get a lot of stuff we wanted, but not every single time, and we always had nice toys and things to play around with from the charity. Even now I shop very regularly at Vinnies here in Tuggeranong especially, and while I am no longer a Roman Catholic, if I were, I could imagine I would be heavily involved with such an organisation. The main friends of the family in Cooma years were The Collins across the street, who also were Catholic, and the Bryants and the Torley's. The Bryants and the Torleys are still part of our lives, and we see Gerard and his family now every now and again, who live in Theodore, down south in Tuggeranong. Jill Torley is a long friend of the family, but she is now in Western Australia, yet sends regular correspondence and cards and things to members of the family. Dad got along well, mainly it seems, with these sorts of people as his company for they were regular guests in our household, and, looking back, while he had a rare beer at home, he was not the kind of guy who ever really went out drinking with his mates at the pub. It wasn't part of dad's makeup. Oh, I am sure there was the odd beer at a pub with a co Telecom worker now and again, but I never once remember him going off to get pissed, as it wasn't part of his makeup. He was always a sober man, and for that I am eternally grateful for his good example.

I was talking with Auntie Shirlie, Uncle Stan Daly's wife, about dad. She is quite old now, and her memory is not what it used to be, but she had some comments on dad. Like I said above, she found him a 'Quiet' man. But she added, in her own words, that he was 'Strange', in the way he would come to dinner with them, and pick at his meal (which was good food) and be very quiet. I kind of feel, thinking about this, it is sort of were myself, Gregory and Matthew, and even little James (Greg's boy) get a lot of our quirky natures. Dad took lots of photographs and was a scientific and rationale sort of man, but from memory he seemed to express creationism as his viewpoint on origins as opposed to evolution, so from my perspective he really was a sound thinker on a lot of things. But I can see, from Shirlies statements, were I may get some of my schizophrenia and odd ways about myself also. Dad had parkinson's in later years, which is a lack of dopamine in the brain, wereas with my psychosis I get too much of that stuff, but it sort of reflects that kind of person who often has those academic qualities associated with him or her, who also has a gifted mind and often odd quirks which people notice about the character. Very often these are quite religious people, for from my own personal experiences there are a lot of very religious people in mental health circles. Maybe it was something in Dad's DNA, or maybe it was lot more of his strict parenting from an old catholic man who, from Auntie Shirlies own words today, was quite a domineering personality, but dad was a strictly disciplined man in many ways, and very religious himself on his Catholicism, so had those often different to society aspects of his life which mark him out as different in some ways. Hopefully special ways. Dad was bright and intelligent, and his religion and occupations throughout life were a vehicle through which he could express that quiet mind and quiet thoughts, and I assume he was mostly a happy enough spiritual soul, who had a deep appreciation of his faith, and likely a strong respect and devotion to God. We went to church every single Sunday as a family, and dad was very religious about this. My sister Brigid, since Matt's death last year, now goes regularly to church as well, at Corpus Christi were mum goes and, if I had remained Catholic, the new devotion to God I found again in my early 20s would have been leading me in a very similar pathway of dad and my uncles and grandparents catholic devotion. But I found the oldest covenant, and focus my energies on Noahide faith. But I am equally as serious about my old man on religion, and have learned to appreciate Catholic faith more so now, seeing it as a development from Judaism in many ways, and dad will not find me at all slack in my prayers or biblical devotions or writings and discourse on the faith of God Almighty. I believe I have kept the family faith, and while I can't call Jesus Christ or God, I accept him still on a personal human level as a teacher of Gospel truths, and Torah, my new foundation, is eternal in my heart, the rainbow enduring from my and dad's ancient ancestor, Noah himself. I have an older faith, dad, I will tell him. Older than even old Abraham's. Hope that is good enough for you old man, but yes I am damn serious about devotion to El Shaddai as well. Yes, dad had a lot of devotion to religion, to put it bluntly, so if you actually knew him, you would know that I was raised in a very religious household, not really a fundamentalist one in attitudes, probably more in touch with a mainstream focus in society, but definitely one which accepted religion at its heart, and took God seriously when it was time for Church and Godly devotion. Mum calls herself a conservative liberal, and I think that sums up a lot of our own family's way of doing things spiritually. We take it seriously, but are not TOO dogmatic, and we can live and let live and get along with the world well enough as well. We are a grounded family, easy to get along with, generally humble and quiet and serious kind of people, but we can enjoy a good laugh like the next fellow. Yes, dad laughed a lot, and enjoyed comedies on TV, especially Dad's Army and the Two Ronnies, but even some of the more modern comedies in his older age he could have a bit of a chuckle about. As I have said, there were limits, but we are a godly family and, despite our flaws, or perhaps in spite of our flaws, we feel we give a good witness for the faith of monotheism.

Dad liked to watch movies of his era. I have a scrapbook of dad's filled with cutouts (usually from a Catholic newspaper) on old movies of the glory days of Hollywood, which he cut out and stuck into the scrapbook. He took films and had a projector (which is still in the family with a lot of his old films). He was a photographer as well, and this seemed to have been his main hobby or pastime for his life. We have lots of dad's old books on film and photography, and this is one of the legacies he has left his offspring. I remember as a kid I also had a scrapbook (an old notebook of dad's) were I took cutouts of footrot flats cartoons from the papers and pasted them in. I guess I may naturally have followed in dad's way of doing things. He liked the Marx brothers and Laurel and Hardy and things of that era quite a lot, and I remember watching 'Duck Soup' by the Marx Brothers with dad in latter times. He was an older man when he had me (mid 40s) and I always seem to remember dad being an older sort of man, a little distant in some ways, from an older era. He was conservative, and didn't meet my potential expectations I guess from school that dad's be with it and have mates they drank with and stuff like that. He was too old for that, in reality, and from a more conservative world. It is just the way it was, and I guess I didn't always connect with him in some ways because of it. A little bit distant in some ways. But his dad was in his mid 40s when he had Cyril as well, and it's like a very old generation gap separates us all. A different culture and experience of world events, a different appreciation for the struggles in life, because while I have now certainly had my own struggles, I never really saw war as a nation, or depression (which dad would have seen in his youth) or challenges like that. He would have really known the difficulties in life, and probably worked hard to shield us from those things because of it. I have grown up in Australia in a prosperous era, where recession has been the main challenge of the early 1990s, but with strong government support for welfare and social initiatives. I haven't had the challenges of life dad had in his own era, and I perhaps take a lot for granted because of it. The world turned many times over dad's life, living through the 20th century and some of the 21st. He would have seen technologies come and go and new things would have been a constant part of his experiences. He was a technical man, and in Telecom worked with emerging technologies, but its ironic that, something recent like 'Telex' is now replaced, and so suddenly, and that things come and go, not in lifetimes, but in a matter of a few years, and months even. It must have been a very challenging life to have lived in many ways, and exciting in many others, and I could well appreciate that he might have often had concerns about staying up to date in his working knowledge and things like that. But whatever challenges came his way, he worked till he retired at 65, and had 38 years of employment with PMG-Telecom upon retirement. He went the whole distance, and I am proud of him because of it. He knew CD technology in older age, though I never really saw him handle a CD, but he did listen to the music when it was put on, and he would have been well familiar with computers from the 1970s and early 1980s, probably working with various things. I don't think he had a PC as such at Telecom (not really sure on that), as the exchange was mostly other types of telecommunications technology of its day, but he would have had to stay abreast with all of that to do his job properly, and it is a credit to him that he managed to do so and not be made redundant. We had a lot of transistors of the old type in the shed (not the radios, but the transistors which went in televisions and things like that) and I feel he was probably most familiar with earlier technologies of probably the 1960s for the most part, which seemed to be a lot of his textbooks, and 1950s also, and that seems to be the era of the best of his knowledge, but he pulled through, and kept at it in his job, and managed to do various tasks for Telecom of substantial nature. Obviously, especially in this current era, and even more so in technological industries, the world changes so very quickly, and it can be frightening to constantly keep up, but thankfully he kept his knowledge relevant enough to maintain his employment, and the weekly or fortnightly wage was always paid, and the family always got by. Again, it is a credit to him for taking on the challenges of life and seeing them through for the sake of his family.

I have other memories about Cyril Daly, but that will do for now.

All the best.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

The Life of Mary Philomena Daly

A biography by her son Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

with thoughts from my own life intermixed


Chapter One

Mary Daly was born in Kingston upon Hull in England in the United Kingdom on the 7th of July 1937. She was the third child of Tom Baker and Gladys Baker, her two older brothers being Terrence and Gerald. Mum and Terrence didn't get along terribly well she tells me, but she and Gerald seemed to get along better. Mum remembers the war years. Hull was bombed a fair bit when she was a wee little one. She saw real war devastation, but seemed to come through unscathed emotionally. She liked music a bit, and some of the stars she liked were Lonnie Donnegan and Val Doonican. She tells me she was a bit too early for the Beatles, and doesn't appear to have had much of an inclination for the music of the 1960s or later. We always had the radio on in Berridale, and she listened to that, but I don't think she really ever became much of a fan of latter music artists, although in latter years there have been some bands she likes, like 'The Priests' and she is fond of the lads 'The Justice Crew' but is not really into their music as such. More of a Father Chris Riley fan who was instrumental with the lads. She studied at a Girls Catholic School, taught by French Nuns, in Hull, and then worked in various jobs, before meeting my father Cyril Daly on a Lourdes pilgrimage in the mid 1960s. They married and Matthew, my older brother, was born on the 21st of October 1969. They lived in Jindabyne to start with in New South Wales, but then moved to Berridale, not far from there. My mum and dad are big parts of my childhood memories. There was one time when I was outside of 7 Bent Street in Berridale were we lived and I wanted to get onto the roof. I had explored the entire perimeter of the House and deduced I needed a ladder. Dad had a heavy metal blue ladder (which is currently rusting in the back yard of 29 Merriman) which I attempted to unfold to put against the house. But I was too little and got caught in between the folds of the ladder. I screamed and screamed for mum for a number of minutes, before she finally appeared. I was so thankful to her for it. She tells me that one of her memories is me coming home from school on my first day and saying ‘Thank God for That’. Mum has a definite English accent, still does, and has not yet taken out Australian Citizenship, but is a permanent resident. But she calls herself and Aussie Pom because she has lived in Australia longer than she lived in England. In Berridale we went to the Catholic Church from my earliest memories. Mum and Dad would take us in the car, the family, and I would sit there, staring at the cross, not thinking much except that it was boring. Mum and Dad prayed the rosary at home in those days and we occasionally had people over to pray at nights. Mum was in the kitchen a lot and the radio seemed to be perpetually on. I remember hearing the new songs and learning them quickly, and liking them. Mum likes some of the old artists from around the 1950s, but doesn’t really listen to them at all. She listens to classical music mainly when she listens to music. There was a time when Grandma Gladys in England sent us a big box of stuff from England. We got lots of surprises. Mum would visit Mrs Luchetta in Berridale a lot and some of the other Berridale residents. She always seemed to be very chatty, and we would stay behind after church was finished for mum to chat to her friends, which she has never stopped doing after church and still does. I remember that Mum went into hospital a while after Greg was born, and she had a miscarriage. I figured that out in time. When Greg was little I remember wanting to hold him, but mum said Brigid would, because she was older or something like that. We travelled to Cooma via the bus when we started school. I remember one time, coming home, we had missed mum at the bus stop in Cooma and came home alone. There was a big doll she had made, and I was ever so grateful to her and hugged her for it. It meant the world to me and I really loved my mother for it. I remember riding my first bike out the front of 7 bent street on the road. Mum would look at us and I would shout ‘Watch me’ as all kids do.

We moved to Cooma around 1980 and the ‘Collins’ were across the road. We lived at 6 Bradley Street, and Mum became friends with Mrs Collins across the road, who also went to the Catholic Church. Us kids played with Peter Collins a lot, who also went to the Catholic School and was in Jacinta’s year. Peter’s cousin was David Lancaster, who was in my year. David was a pretty big guy, and I liked him, but I was never too popular with him or the other kids in the Catholic school. At times I was a little bit befriended, but not much. However, around 15 I befriended some of the kids from the Public school and had a new gang. That is were I seemed to fit in and probably explains why I eventually left Catholicism. Sort of, in my mind, Noahide equates with ‘Public Schools’ (aka State Schools in Australia), and Catholicism is for Christians. Even though, as a courtesy to Jesus, I attended the Catholic Church last Sunday (I go a couple of times a year) mainly to honour the early commitments I made as a Catholic in my youth, I really am not a believer in Catholicism or Christianity. But, in truth, Jesus, to my mind, just started a ‘Torah-Like’ ministry anyway, and the moral and ethical teachings of Jesus probably do deserve to last forever and, in a non Christian sense, he deserves to have a spiritual community based on his teaching enduring throughout eternity. Sort of a ‘Kosher Jesus friendly Assembly’ which is NON-Christian and NON-Messianic in any way, because he WASN’T the Messiah, but he taught some good ideas anyway. To my mind, he wanted to start a spiritual community, so for his evangelistic efforts he deserves some sort of permanent legacy. Jews sometimes call him one of their own and a watered down gospel could maybe one day pop up in some sort of Jewish assembly which didn’t mind Jesus on a personal human level. I had some ideas for a ‘Gospel of Jesus of Nazareth Ministries’ which removed all the ‘Christ’ ideas from Matthew Mark and Luke and all the scathing anti Jewish comments (which I think Jesus is now over with in his heavenly domain – were I do believe he lives alongside the righteous who have died) and start a Jew friendly Jesus club, for want of a better word. Someone might do that one day.

Mum is a big Jesus fan, of course. Quite into him these days, and serves on the altar as a ‘Minister of the Eucharist’. She is FAITHFUL and has hardly missed a Sunday service in her whole life, just like my father, and my older brother Matthew. My brother Gregory goes a lot of the time as well still. I personally really wish I had a Noahide fellowship here in Canberra to attend, as I would probably go practically every day – but Noahidism is just beginning, so I concentrate on my personal studies and devotions. Mum went to ‘Galong’ in New South Wales to the various Catholic retreats at the monastery there throughout my years growing up, with Dad. We kids were bought along a few times, and it is a lovely place. You definitely notice the peace and tranquillity in the place which is through all the prayers of the saints offered up to God. I am quite sure God keeps faith with Catholics as well and loves them dearly. I just think they haven’t quite worked out yet that he isn’t a Trinity and connected to Jesus in that sense. They are two separate beings. Jehovah’s witnesses know this – Catholics will hopefully eventually work that out. But God definitely loves the faithful Catholic Church, and they are his people too. As it goes for all the people of the God of Noah and Abraham. Mum is of average height for a woman, a little bit of extra weight, which has diminished in her older age. She reads constantly, mainly thrillers and crime dramas, but other stuff as well. She watches a lot of the British television programs on crime drama, as well as being a big fan of ‘Home and Away’. Her best friend here in Canberra is ‘Trish Kirby’ who is a strong theological lady in the local Catholic Church here in Gowrie were they both attend. Trish’s husband ‘Ron’ is non-religious, but I think he is a great guy, and there grand children ‘Liam’ and ‘Noah’ are tops. Trish has been a strong friend of mums for years, and gave the eulogy a few years ago at dad’s wedding. Dad lived to 84. Mum misses him, but life goes on in the end. She keeps his photos up around the house. They were a faithful couple in their marriage – definitely took it seriously – and were great examples to me because of it.

Religiously she is strong in the faith, without being too strict or too modernistic. She feels there is something to Christianity simply because it has continued to exist for so long. She might be right. She has standard catholic paraphernalia around the house, including a small Jesus statue, some pictures and other stuff, but doesn’t go on about it too much during the week. She studies the bible from time to time these days, and seems to be keeping the faith even stronger in her elderly years. To my mind she has definitely ‘Walked the Walk’ and has never slacked off. She is a genuine Catholic Christian. Nothing fake about her (or dad for that matter on the issue). She has worked with St Vincent de Paul society, as has dad, and done teaching of RCIA and taught religion to little kids in school. She has been quite involved with the Catholic community her whole life, and is the ‘Real McCoy’ when it comes to a practicing Catholic. She probably gets along a bit better with her daughters than her sons, but this seems to be a feminine bonding thing. But we are a strongly connected family, and it is good living here with her at 29 Merriman, despite our arguments which crop up. She gives as good as she gets, but she always knows when to give it a rest. Another of mum’s strong friends is ‘Jill Torley’ who now lives over in Western Australia. Jill writes letters to mum a lot (and she also sends me birthday cards) and we have known Jill and her family for years now. Jill is a very faithful Catholic like mum, and a big reader of the Bible as well. Jill has a few sons, and Paul Torley has been close to the family as well. Mainly in Cooma years, even though he now lives in Canberra as well like us, but he has a lot of children so is a very busy man. Jill sometimes does artwork in the letters she sends, and writes little short stories from time to time. She is quite a good artist. Of course, she trained in music and is a piano teacher. These days she is well retired from that life as far as I understand it. Mum studies a lot with father Michael Fallon’s scripture studies groups at the ‘Curtin Catholic Centre’ in Woden. Michael has written a large number of commentaries on the bible, and his translations of the text are very good. We have a copy of his ‘Isaiah’ commentary, and it illuminates the text in a way I hadn’t seen before. He is a quite competent priest, and currently is parish priest in the Kippax church. He has a website if people want to go looking for it.

Mum likes shows like ‘Dancing with the Stars’ and likes to watch ‘Sunrise’ on channel 7 a lot. She is usually busy enough and is out most days of the week doing this or that with some group or another. She has a form of diabetes and gets medication for it, but a recent medical improvement has helped her ‘Sugar Levels’ quite a bit. She is doing well now. I think, when all is said and done, Mary Daly will likely be very happy with her life. She has led a positive, helpful life – been faithful to God with the knowledge she has – married, raised 5 good kids, and been a positive servant of the community. She has a good reputation with a lot of people and, to my way of thinking, has benefited mankind because of it. She leaves a good legacy to her offspring. When she finally passes I will do up a myspace site dedicated to her, but can’t do that because she objects to such things. But when she is dead I will do it anyway whether she likes it or not. And while she probably wouldn’t like me posting this biography online, I am going to do it anyway simply because I want to make sure she is remembered. I think, in time in the next life, she will approve of what I have done. All things considered, Mary Daly was and is and has been a good virtuous woman of God. She would be the first to say she was not perfect, but she has always cared, always loved, and always done her best. I am proud of her.

Continuing on now in 2014, me and mum are living here at 29 Merriman Crescent still. Greg (my brother) is staying with us at the moment, and working at Centrelink, trying to get things right with him and his family situation, with Christie (his wife) really wanting to live in Perth were she is from, and Greg probably preferring the east coast. But if Greg continues on in the work they will probably move over here yet again. Mum keeps her day busy with a lot of church related activities, mostly the 'Bailey's group' were they pray and chat, and some gentle exercise meetings and other things. Trish Kirby remains mum's closest friend, but Jenny Knee is also a part of her life. Of course, Brigid and Jacinta (my sister's) take up a lot of her time as does the family in general (were all her worries come from, she would tell you). Mum helped us all out recently with some money which came into the family, and a lot of work has been done on the house to improve it. New kitchen a while back and now a new bathroom and toilet and back door and painted rooms. It is looking quite good the house now, and there is work being done on the roof soon to fix up some broken tiles and other things. Recently mum was at a Galong weekend (and I think Brigid went as well) and it was run by a nun from melbourne. She enjoys her Galong retreats and they revitalize her life. Matt's death (my brother) last year affected mum strongly, but life moves on (as she said the other day) and time heals things I guess. The death in the family has been accepted and Mum is strong and has coped with it. She visits the Cemetery were Dad is buried with Matt from time to time and has a few quiet thoughts for them. They are buried in the Queanbeyan Lawn cemetery, just near the Jerrabomberra township, which is not that far from Macarthur were we live actually. Mum continues to read her thriller books quite a bit, which is how she occupies herself, and his been knitting all sorts of things recently. Some of them have been for people in East Timor (and she asked me were that was) to help them out. A lot of her time is knitting and reading and watching TV and usually she makes the evening meal for the family. She enjoys watching TV a lot, and channel 7Two is probably her favourite. Most mornings she watches 'Sunrise' on channel 7 with David Koch and Natalie Barr and Samantha Armytage and co, and she enjoys that greatly. I usually sit with her for a while and watch a lot of it as well (and its a great show, channel 7. Really well done). She usually watched the Morning Show with Larry Emdur and Kylie Gillies aftewards, but recently has been watching Studio 10 or whatever it is called on channel 10 for something new. The mid day movie is commonly watched and Escape to the Country, Bargain Hunt and then things like My Kitchen Rules and Masterchef are very popular. The British Crime stuff like Inspector Morse and Endeavour and Jack Frost and others are always watched, as well as Midsomer Murders and Poirot. All Saints we have been watching recently in the afternoon, and City Homicide, and she enjoys 'A Place Called Home' on 7 on sunday nights a great deal. Very good show again channel 7. TV has been a big part of mum's life for a long time now, because it gives you something to do and keeps you informed. Her life is really quite balanced on how she spends it and she seems happy enough. There are usually outings from time to time with Brigid, especially places like Gold Creek were they buy things they like and they have gone to England 3 times now (I think) in recent years, and have returned with lots of knick-knacks. She spends time talking with the neighbours, including Bernadette across the road, Doreen and David Grima next door, who have always been faithful friends, and Diana Archer down the street in lower Macarthur. Mum is generally a conservative lady and doesn't approve of a lot of my musical tastes. And she obviously has somewhat conservative views on sexual morals and thinks shows on TV push it a bit too much on various issues from time to time. I tend to think she is somewhat a product of her era (as a lot of older people are I guess), and perhaps doesn't easily connect with the idea that our latter generations have, in general, a lot more liberal standards. But she gets along with the world and the culture well enough and is happy enough and is by no means a fish out of water. I should probably take Solomon's advice more and listen to the wisdom of my mother more, because she probably knows what she is talking about.

Mum was telling me today (Shrove Tuesday 2016) about how when she was younger she used to attend the Shrove Tuesday Fancy Dress party at her Church, Sacred Heart Church, in Hull. She went as a Red American Indian a couple of times, and had cocoa on her face, and her brother Terrence went one year as a Cowboy singing a song, and her brother Gerald went one year in a Dutch girls outfit. Today me and mum had pancakes, and this really begins the religious season of Lent, which starts tomorrow on Ash Wednesday. She was recalling some childhood memories on the subject. In the last while mum and me and have visited my sister Brigid's place in Calwell for dinner a couple of times. The first time Brigid's whole family was there and we had a lovely chicken and bacon dish, a risotto of some kind. The other night Brigid invited us over again, and we had pork chops with potato and honey carrots. We watched 'Our Zoo' on ABC, which I really enjoyed, but mum mostly read her book. I think she is still reading the same one, which is a Wilbur Smith book, one of her favourite authors. At the moment mum is in very good health, looking at her, seems strong enough in both her mind and body, but she sometimes forgets minor things. It doesn't appear to be Alzheimers though or anything like that really – mainly just older age. She's quite a strong lady still, and it feels like she will be around for quite some time yet. Recently she went with Trish Kirby to see the movie 'Joy' which was alright as she put it. In the middle of last year she visited England again with Brigid, and had a good time, and this year her brother Gerald is probably going to be staying with us here in Canberra, and with the strong possibility Greg and his family will be coming over from Perth for Christmas over here, it will be a big family gathering Christmas this year. All in all mum is doing well at this time in February in 2016. Anyway, I will continue on with this again some time and share a few more details about my life with Mary Daly from younger years.

It's the 2nd of July 2016, and I have some new stuff on mum. It's been a sedate enough last 6 months for mum here at 29 Merriman Crescent. Mostly life as usual. She got involved with a Special Catholic Presentation group on 'The Dark Night of the Soul' for a little bit, and we had a chat on that. She shared some of the ideas of how life usually is a travel up to God on top of the spiritual mountain in the traditional view, but in the Dark Night of the Soul view, there are periods were you dip right down for a while, in soulsearching melancholia, before regaining your ground and continuing on upwards. There seemed to be some truth in that idea from my perspective. She mentioned that in her Baileys group she's getting a little bored now with some of the conversations, one of the reasons being that they don't really discuss Vinnies work much anymore, and just chat about life. They'll now only be doing the group twice a month, in the first and third week of each month, instead of every week. Mum likes to share anecdotes of her life story with me regularly, and talks about people from church and her friends and family she grew up with. We continue to watch shows like Bargain Hunt and Family Feud, and we are enjoying Masterchef Australia quite a lot, which is probably the best show we watch together a bit, but I'm in my room a lot of the time. Today she is off voting, and says she will probably vote for Labour, but might vote for the Christian party. We chatted about things, and I suggested she should vote for the party which best represents her values, and she said that was probably the Labour party. She is shopping also this afternoon, which she usually does about once per week, and Trish Kirby usually, but not always, shops with her. It's Woolworths more often than not, but sometimes Aldi and Coles as well. Nearly always in Tuggeranong somewhere, and Erindale has long been the place she likes to go. Her, Trish and Matt used to do the shopping after church each Sunday nearly every week, but since Matthew died a few years back, and recently since Trish has starting going to another Catholic Church in Tuggeranong, things are on no set pattern for when she gets the shopping done, and she just gets it done when she can. I have a little bit of a winge when we're running low, but she tells me its not easy, and she does the best she can do. She's great though, and at 78, soon turning 79 (just a few days away on the 7th), she's in good health, and can appear to still do the things she does physically well enough. She's not an olympicathlete by any means at her age, but she's no couch potato either. Mostly her health is good, and she's a strong and determined lady to live out life to the very end. She's no quitter. Her Baileys group friends gave her some nice birthday presents the other day, and Jenny Knee made a nice cake, which I got to eat most of when she brought it home, as she didn't really fancy it. She's going to England yet again next year, and of course her brother Gerald will be visiting us and staying with us here in Canberra later on in the year for about 3 months. Mum is a content lady, has no plans for ever moving house again, and is completely settled here at 29 Merriman. Her life is still full and active enough, and I sense she is mostly happy with the fortunes of her children. She has concerns that Alan (Jacinta's husband) is a bit too selfish, but she does say she likes him. Arguments between us aren't terribly fierce much anymore, and we are always on talking terms even right after a tiff. We get along well enough as a family, and life is good enough for the most part at the moment in the life of Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker.

That's all for now.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

2011 AD / CE & 2014 AD

6175 SC & 6178 SC

Chapter Two

Mary visited the UK and Ireland this year, mid year, with her daughters Brigid and Jacinta, from the 24th of July 2019 and returned home on the 12th of September 2019. One of her comments to me was that two's company but three's a crowd. She explained that she had arguments with them, but felt that if it was just her and one daughter it would have gone much easier. They stayed with Gerald in Hull. They got to London first of all, flying on British Airways. They went to Manchester and rented a car. Brigid had to pay extra for insurance. This annoyed mum because she had already paid for the car. Then they drove to Hull. They got to Geralds and visited Caroline (My cousin) soon enough for dinner. In Cottingham (near Hull were Gerald lives) they walked around the village, visited a new antique shop, mum bought some tea plates, Jacinta bought something, a candlestick or something, mum can't quite remember, and they bought food at Willerby supermarket, where Gerald took them. They visited a stately home in Ripon, Newby Hall, and mum has some mementos of the trip. They went on the river at that place and the girls went on a miniature train ride around the gardens and hall. The follfowing Monday or thereabouts they drove to the Lakes District which is north west of Hull. They stayed at a 5 star motel, which was beautiful. It had been a hotel at one stage, and it was changed into a Motel. Two sisters owned it and they were very hospitable. Good meals, a nice area to sit in, lovely views over the lake, Lake Windemere mum thinks, and they went into Windemere, and drove around. They took a ferry across the lake to get to Windemere. After that they stayed at the Peaks district in Derbyshire in another BNB. It was a Christian owned home, an old home, it was near Bakewell. They owners had been Christian missionaries, and were in Africa at one stage. They had a retreat house in the back garden, but because it was so wet mum never went to look at it. After that they drove to North Wales to a small house in a little village where they looked after themselves. It was a bad spot in mum's opinion, but the gentleman who owned it was very nice, whose wife was sick. They visited the village of Betsico, Gerald didn't go on the Betsico trip, and they visited Carnarveron castle. The girls explored it, but mum wasn't interested. On the 15th of August they went to Mass at a church in Bangon in Wales. After that they went to Ireland via a boat leaving from Anglesey to Dublin. From Dublin they went to Mullingar and stayed in a house just outside Mullingar. They saw were my grandfather Peter Paul Daly was born in Mullingar, though Jacinta wasn't terribly interested. They visited a town which had what was supposedly the smallest pub in Ireland, and bought some things. We also went to the birthplace of St Oliver Plunkett north east of Mullingar. After that they left Ireland and returned to Hull, via Dublin and the return boat. In Hull they took Auntie Joan to Burton Constable, they went to Lincolnshire to Lincoln and Stanford, which was a bit disastrous because it took so long and they didn't do much when they got there. They visited Marlene Scanlon an old friend of Mum's, they also went to Greg and Christine Humphrey's before they left, who have a son in Melbourne. They also visited Edinburgh by train and saw the tattoo and met one of the Canadian police pipers. British Airways had a strike, so they returned on Qatar Airways, which was excellent, stopping at Dohar, finally getting home on the 12th of September. I was relieved when mum got home, as it had been a lonely time on my own for 7 weeks. Update Sunday 20th of December 2020. It's been a hectic year with the Coronavirus Covid 19 Pandemic. Mum hasn't been affected, nor myself, and Canberra has been largely unaffected by the virus. This year mum did a variety of things. When the virus got going, church gathering largely ended, and Mary would watch Mass on my laptop most weeks. Sometimes she would watch it a few days later, as it stayed online from the local Catholic Church. Mum undertook her regular shopping most weeks, usually with Trish, but sometimes with Brigid, and I think Jenny Knee on an occasion. We had a good time watching the cooking shows on TV as we do most years. There was a lot of discussion about food, about the mail, about the packaging from my mail deliveries which mum insisted be taken to the garbage immediately, but I would always 'Get around to it'. She had a lady come to home here at 29 Merriman on Monday mornings for a while to give her Eucharist. She would chat with her and received the body of christ in Catholic tradition. She had a decent enough birthday with many visitors, and she was happy enough with that in the end. She read a lot of books, as she usually does, and did a lot of knitting. She bought a gnome/dwarfe the other day. A little pottery one for the garden. We were discussing the back yard and the ornaments on the back concrete verandah, and I suggested a gnome/dwarfe and she purchased one just the other day. It wasn't quite what I expected though. I was thinking about the traditional colourings for these garden ornaments, but this one has very modern colouring stylings. Very up to date sort of stuff. It's a good one though. She talked to me a lot about people in the UK as she usually does, family and friends, gave anecdotes about younger years, as she often does, and spent a lot of time on the phone as always with family and friends. Mostly it's been a regular enough year for the Daly family, without any real major events happening this year – no deaths, births or marriages – mostly a standard year in Catholic Ordinary Time, if you get the joke. She is in good enough health at the moment, and at 83 is going well enough in life. Christmas is soon, and we plan on staying here for Christmas, but mum will likely go to Corey Mico's family's place with Brigid for part of the day. I've decided to stay home, as I'm probably more comfortable here. I don't really like the place being left on its own much either. All things considered a regular enough year without too much drama. Final Entry: 8th of March 2022. Mary died on the 28th of February 2022. She had been admitted into Canberra Hospital in early December 2021. It was a stroke to start with, but also a virus and problems with her teeth and other things. She was in hospital a while, but was allowed to go home to stay with Brigid at her place in Calwell. She visited 29 Merriman Crescent a couple of times, but was soon returned to hospital. Towards the end it became apparent that there was likely not long to go, and she was given palliative care with a bed at her daughter Brigid's house in Calwell. She died in the morning at around 8:20 am at Brigid's place in Calwell in Canberra. Just before she came home to Brigid's Greg, Christie & James came over from Perth. Christie stayed with her a night at the hospital, and recalls asking mum 'What do you see'. And mum was saying 'I see God. I see God'. She seemed to be seeing pictures of the afterlife, which I noticed in her final days also from her. The funeral is to be on Wednesday the 9th of March at Holy Family Catholic Church in Gowrie, and she is to be buried at Queanbeyan lawn cemetery. She was 84 years old when she passed, the same age her husband Cyril reached in life, and she will live long in memories.

 


The Life of David Eddings

David Carroll Eddings (July 7, 1931 – June 2, 2009) was an American fantasy writer. With his wife Leigh, he authored several best-selling epic fantasy novel series, including The Belgariad (1982–84), The Malloreon (1987–91), The Elenium (1989–91), The Tamuli (1992–94), and The Dreamers (2003–06). Eddings was born in Spokane, Washington, to George Wayne Eddings and Theone (Berge) Eddings, in 1931. Eddings has stated that he is part Cherokee.

Early life

Eddings grew up near Puget Sound in the City of Snohomish. After graduating from Snohomish High School in 1949, he worked for a year before majoring in speech, drama and English at junior college. Eddings displayed an early talent for drama and literature, winning a national oratorical contest, and performing the male lead in most of his drama productions. He graduated with a BA from Reed College in 1954, writing his first novel, How Lonely Are The Dead, as his senior thesis. After graduating from Reed College, Eddings was drafted into the U.S. Army, having also previously served in the National Guard. After being discharged in 1956, Eddings attended the graduate school of the University of Washington in Seattle for four years, graduating with an MA in 1961 after submitting a novel in progress, Man Running, for his thesis. Eddings then worked as a purchaser for Boeing, where he met his future wife, then known as Judith Leigh Schall. They married in 1962, she taking the name Leigh Eddings, and through most of the 1960s, Eddings worked as an assistant professor at Black Hills State College in South Dakota.

Child abuse

David and Leigh Eddings adopted one boy in 1966, Scott David, then two months old. They adopted a younger girl between 1966 and 1969. In 1970 the couple lost custody of both children and were each sentenced to a year in jail in separate trials after pleading guilty to 11 counts of physical child abuse. According to the Black Hills Weekly, February 11, 1970, the couple's four year old adopted child was found in the pitch-black basement of their home, locked in a cage, wearing nothing but a tee-shirt. The child had been physically abused with a heavily swollen and disabled hand with scrapes, and heavy bruising about his body, as well as evidence of prior beatings. Investigators during the trial noted that there were restraints on the walls, no lighting, and the strong smell of cat urine in the basement. Though the abuse, the trial, and the sentencing were all extensively reported in South Dakota newspapers at the time, these details did not resurface in media coverage of the couple during their successful joint career as authors, only returning to public attention several years after both had died. After both served their sentences, David and Leigh Eddings moved to Denver in 1971, where David found work in a grocery store.

Literary career

Eddings had completed the first draft of his first published novel, High Hunt, in March 1971 while serving his jail term. High Hunt was a contemporary story of four young men hunting deer, and like many of his later novels, it explores themes of manhood and coming of age. Convinced that being an author was his future career, after a short period in Denver, David and Leigh Eddings moved to Spokane, where he once again relied on a job at a grocery shop for his funds. High Hunt was published in early 1972 by G.P. Putnam's Sons to modestly positive reviews. Eddings continued to work on several unpublished novels, including Hunseeker's Ascent, a story about mountain climbing, which was later burned, as Eddings claimed it was "a piece of tripe so bad it even bored me." Most of his attempts followed the same vein as High Hunt: adventure stories and contemporary tragedies. None were sold or published, with the eventual exception of The Losers, which tells the story of God and the Devil, cast in the roles of Raphael Taylor, gifted student and athlete, and Damon Flood, scoundrel determined to bring Raphael down. Though written in the 1970s, The Losers was not published until June 1992, well after Eddings' success as an author was established.

Success in fantasy

Eddings doodled a fantasy map one morning before work. According to Eddings, several years later, upon seeing a copy of Tolkien's The Lord of the Rings, in a bookshop, he muttered, "Is this old turkey still floating around?", and was shocked to learn that it was in its 78th printing. However, he had already included Tolkien's work in the syllabuses for at least three sections of his English Literature survey courses in the summer of 1967 and the springs of 1968 and 1969. Eddings subsequently began to annotate his previous doodle, which became the geographical basis for the country of Aloria. Over the course of a year he added names to various kingdoms, races, and characters, and invented various theologies and a mythology, all of which counted about 230 pages. Because the Lord of the Rings had been published as three books, Eddings believed fantasy in general was supposed to be trilogies. He initially laid out The Belgariad as a trilogy as well, until his editor Lester del Rey told him the booksellers would refuse to accept 600-page books. Instead del Rey suggested the series should be published as five books. Eddings at first refused, but having already signed the contract, and with Del Rey's promise that he would receive advances for five books instead of three, eventually agreed. Pawn of Prophecy, the first volume in the series, was issued in April 1982. The Belgariad series of books (published in five volumes between 1982 and 1984) were popular, and Eddings would continue to produce fantasy material for the rest of his life, usually producing a book every year or two. By 1995, new books were credited jointly to David and Leigh Eddings; Eddings explained in a brief foreword that their working together as authors "had been the case from the beginning." This is generally accepted to be broadly accurate, although Eddings scholar James Gifford notes that collaboration would have been "impossible" with Eddings' first published novel High Hunt, as David Eddings' own notes show that the first draft was completed while he and Leigh were both in different jails, about half-way through their terms. The Eddingses' final work, the novel series The Dreamers, was published in four volumes between 2003 and 2006.

Later life

On January 26, 2007 Eddings accidentally burned about a quarter of his office, next door to his house, along with his Excalibur sports car. On February 28, 2007, David Eddings' wife Leigh died following a series of strokes that left her unable to communicate. She was 69. Eddings cared for her at home with her mother after her first stroke, which occurred three years before he finished writing The Dreamers. Eddings died of natural causes on June 2, 2009 in Carson City, Nevada. Dennis, Eddings' brother, said that he had suffered from dementia for a long time, but that the disease had progressed rapidly since September, and that he needed 24-hour care. He also confirmed that in his last months, his brother had been working on a manuscript that was unlike any of his other works, stating "It was very, very different. I wouldn't call it exactly a satire of fantasy but it sure plays with the genre". The unfinished work, along with his other manuscripts, went to his alma mater, Reed College, along with a bequest of $18 million to fund "students and faculty studying languages and literature." Eddings also bequeathed $10 million to the National Jewish Medical and Research Center in Denver for pediatric asthma treatment and research. Eddings' wife Leigh had asthma throughout her life.


The Life of Maurice Keith Hudson

Maurice Keith Hudson was born on June 13, 1947. He is the son of Robert Hudson and Ann Pearl Robison. His parents were of English descent. His children include David, Angela and Katheryn. Keith and his wife Mary are active Pentecostal preachers. Pentecostalism is a branch or movement of the Christian faith. Keith teaches genuine christian eschatology, and encourages those who preaches to to forego slack and lazy ways, forsaking lukewarmness, a message he shares with the regular laity of the church, and ministers as well. Keith is traditional in his pentecostalism, and teaches on the power and the work of the Holy Spirit to turn people away from lives of sin and decadence, to consider their lives, and return to God in their ways of life. Keith emphasize the building up and strengthening of the Christian Church, and for people to get their main focus on the Kingdom of God, living dedicated lives to him, which bring God's blessing. Keith's website were he promotes his work is http://www.keithhudson.org . Keith's ministry teaches traditional Trinitarian Pentecostalism, and the bible as the authoritative word of God is taught in his ministry. On his website their arerecommendations from Christian figures of the quality of Keith's work. He appears to be respected in his Christian ministry. In the recent 2016 presidential election Keith and his wife Mary voted for Donald Trump, who was elected president. His daughter Katheryn, also known as Katy, released a Christian rock record, which had moderate success.

 

The Life of Hugh Cook

(Written 14th of September 6180 SC / 2017 CE)

Hugh Walter Gilbert Cook was a science fiction author, the writer behind the 10 volume ‘Chronicles of an Age of Darkness’.  He was born in 1956 in Essex in England.  Childhood experiences of castles in England and later on experiences from his time in Kiribati, an island on the equator, were things which influenced his writing.  Book covers of the Chronicles of an Age of Darkness belie this fact.  He later moved to New Zeland were his first novel was published in 1980, titled ‘Plague Summer.  The Chronicles of an Age of Darkness was conceived of as ultimately encompassing 60 volumes, and while only 10 were ever published, there are details on Hugh’s website of plot notions for some of the other planned works.  He moved to Japan in 1997 were he taught English.  He underwent treament for cancer in 2005, non-Hodgins Lymphoma, and wrote a medical memoir about his experiences on this.  He passed away on the 8th of November 2008 following a relapse, in a hospice in Auckland, New Zealand. The 10 volumes of the Chronicles of an Age of Darkness are:

The Wizards and the Warriors

The Wordsmiths and the Warguild

The Women and the Warlords

The Walrus and the Warwolf

The Wicked and the Witless

The Wishstone and the Wonderworkers

The Wazir and the Witch

The Werewolf and the Wormlord

The Worshippers and the Way

The Witchlord and the Weaponmaster

 



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My own Fanfiction work ‘The Wyvvern and the Warlock’ is tentatively Volume 11 in the saga, featuring characters from The Wordsmiths and the Warguild.  In recent times I started a facebook group for Hugh Cook’s writings, a fanclub, which has shown a little bit of interest from the public.  There is also my Hugh Cook Noahide Fanfiction website where you can find the Wyvvern and the Warlock:  http://hughcooknoahidefanfiction.angelfire.com/

 

The Life of Christopher White

A brief biography by his buddy Dan Daly

Copyright 2015

Chapter One

Chris is an ordinary looking fella, with an ordinary outlook on life, with ordinary friends, and an ordinary attitude. But he's an extraordinary type of guy. I first met Chris in my Potter's house days, the twin brother of Brenton, who I lived with in a group house in Pearce when we were going to Potters House Christian church. Chris came to church occasionally, but had spiritual issues which prevented him from coming all the time. But a friendship with Chris persisted, even after I left Christian faith in 1999, and for a while in the early 2000s I was visiting him in his flat in Belconnen which he shared with Dave Hobday for a while. Chris is blonde, of average height and weight, and remains a dedicated believer in Jesus of Nazareth, though these days his church attendance is minimal at best. But he has occasional fellowship with Paul Saberton, another Pentecostal friend of mine, and still discusses religious issues, especially the book of revelation ideas, which he is fond of discussing. Chris works for ComSuper in IT work, and has done so for many years. As far as I understand he works well with 'UNIX' computer language, and is faithful to his job and has remained employed because of it. He now owns his own home which he is paying off, and is probable somewhat settled in life. If I recall rightly they have another brothed, called Adrian I think, who lives (or lived) in Bonython in Tuggeranong. They also lived here in Macarthur for a while in younger years, up in upper Macarthur. They possibly lived in this suburb while we lived here in the very early 1990s, but I don't know for sure, as when I started attending Potters House in 1995 he lived in Greenhaven Court in Hughes in a flat. I also lived in Greenhaven court from 1998 to 2000 and saw Chris a little bit to start with before he moved to Belconnen. Chris dated an asian lady called 'Nim' for a while, but it didn't work out. Then he married another asian lady called 'Ann' for a while, but that ended in divorce eventually. Ann owned a Silk supplies store in Gold Creek in North Canberra for a while which Chris helped her established, but unfortunately it didn't last because it was difficult to make a profit with the new business. Chris got involved with music for a while, I think it was with Nim, and he was playing the Keyboard. Obviously Chris has his own PC, and has computer games of his own (I recall a spiderman PC game he owned), and he his tech savvy. Chris and I have had many religious discussions over the years, sometimes heated, but we usually find grace with each other and have remained friends. We both see Rob Preston from time to time, another Potters House survivor, and we have gone off as a group to see movies occasionally. I remember we saw 'Payback' in Civic in Canberra once as a group, but I didn't end up watching it, as I went off on some of my philosophizing, which I was doing a lot of at that time if life. Me, Rob and Chris once spent some time at Rob's farmland up in Gunning territory north of Canberra, where we stayed the night in this tiny little shack, and bummed around the land, and had fried bacon and eggs for breakfast. We were just being blokes, and I remember Chris telling a lot of jokes, even dirty ones. Chris has a great sense of humour, and is a cool cat. He is very close with his twin brother Brenton, and they chat with each other often. Brenton works as a painter, and is somewhere up north Australia these days, especially as he likes the warmer weather. I have suggested Chris write some things on fiction and religion occasionally but he has declined - he's too ruddy lazy he tells me to bother with things like that. It's a pity - I would like to read what he has to say on a lot of issues. Chris is heterosexual, thinks homosexuality is an abomination to the Lord, and is at the 'Right Wing ultra-conservative' side of religion. This doesn't bother me, as I have a degree of that attitude myself, but he is a tolerant enough person in his societal interactions, and gets along with the world well enough. Chris is easy enough to talk to, and while he has deep convictions on religious beliefs his personal manner is somewhat laid back. He is responsible and clean in his living standards, and I remember his house was always well run and taken proper care of. He dresses somewhat casually like myself at times, but he is always well presentable. Chris probably doesn't believe in the Trinity anymore, and might be close to Paul Saberton's 'Father and Son' teaching on the nature of God and Jesus, so I guess you might call him something of a 'Unitarian' Christian. He believes the Roman Catholic Church is essentially the 'Whore Babylon' from the book of Revelation, which is a common view in Pentecostal Christianity, but, as I said, it doesn't affect him from being friendly and courteous with all members of society for the most part. I think he has a good witness in this respect. Chris is not overly concerned with sports and things like that, he likes music a bit, and went and saw Belinda Carlisle open for a sporting even with her songs once but didn't bother staying for the game. He believes Armageddon is just around the corner, and thinks the world is sinking down into sin. But he continues on with his regular life, and doesn't go off and hide away in a 'Rapture Ready Cult community'. Chris has a calm demeanour, enjoys his life in Canberra by the looks of it, and is an ordinary fella - and an extraordinary one. He's a good friend.

Chapter Two

July 2020 CE / July 6183 SC. Chris has been getting on with life. He's about up to 100 months till retirement from his public service work. He made mention of that to me. He is Covid-Safe in his workforce, something he also remarked on. His brother, Brenton, was staying with him for a while, but Chris asked him to leave, and Brenton has not been talking to Chris for a while. Chris has a current girlfriend called Rose. She is asian. Chris has a humorous paradigm of being a reverse-racist and only dating asian girls. My hunch is that it's probably not a law with Chris, but something he does run with in practice. He has a new car – a Mazda Astina – which is undergoing repairs at the moment. His prior vehicle was damaged (I think he said) last year in 2019 and he had to get a new one. I chatted with Chris about a planned board games night with my friend Michelle Bullock and Robert Preston, which is planned for 2022 and 2023. Chris gave the opinion that it was a bit much time to wait, and could perhaps be done sooner, but I responded that I wanted to give plenty of time for people. He asked me to notify him a couple of months before the date because he can forget things (like anyone). I made a joke about the 4 of us if it comes to be being like the 4 main characters of Seinfeld. Chris asked which one he was. I told him I was Jerry (as Peter Fletcher used to call me Jerry because I used to wear skivvies like Jerry Seinfeld), and he was probably George. It was an amusing thing.

 


The Life of Matthew Joseph Anthony Daly

Matthew Joseph Anthony Daly was born on the 21st of October 1969 in Cooma Hospital, New South Wales, Australia, the firstborn son and child of Cyril Aloysius Daly and Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker.  He lived in Jindabyne in his very youth, but the family moved to Berridale when he was very young.  Matthew soon had Brigid, then me, then Jacinta then Greg as his siblings.  Matthew would watch TV at the Berridale home like all of us, and he was obviously a fan of Dr Who, as that was popular with him throughout his life.  Dr Who used to show on the ABC on weeday nights, and Matt probably watched it a lot in Berridale years, as he would have done in Cooma years.   Matt’s first school was actually the Berridale public school, but soon enough he was going on the bus to St Pats in Cooma.  He picked up the nickname of ‘Slagger’ for spitting on the bus window once, and it was used about him a little bit in school years.  Later on he was called ‘Wal’ by his schoolmates, and I think it was because he looked like the Queensland Rugby League player Wally Lewis.  Matthew shared a room with me in Berridale, which was a large room, which I think all 3 Berridale rooms were.  I recall he was involved with the cubs I think (the junior boyscouts) but only for a while.  In Cooma years he soon enough had a room at the back of 6 Bradley Street which had been built specifically for him, and I recall he had a black and white TV which he had been given, which he would watch.  Aunt Molly stayed in that room once, who visited us from time to time over the years.  Matt would play cricket with me and Greg in the back yard, and also with the Collins across the road.  We unfairly said he was a chucker, when in reality it was just the way his arm had a bend in it when he bowled.  He was never really a chucker – he would play by the rules.  Just his bowling action.  Matt had a tiger blanket, which is in my room here as I type this, and he would have that on his bed for years.  It goes back to Cooma years I’m pretty sure.  Matt would never let anything go.  He’d keep receipts for everything he bought, and he’d keep them forever.  When he died in 2013 he still had all his receipts, and I commented this to mum and we had a laugh about it.  Matt actually died of a brain bleed – a cerebral haemmorage.  Mum found him, and we had been wondering where he had been all day, as the door to his room was locked.  When I looked in through the window I couldn’t actually see him, but later mum fiddled with the lock and got it open, and found Matt lying naked and dead on the floor in front of his computer.  Poor Matt.  The funeral was at Holy Family church in Gowrie, and I was in attendance, as was his family.  Trish Kirby, a family friend, did his eulogy, as she had done so for dad.  Matthew collected stamps and coins, and when he died he had a stamp album, but many coin albums, which I luckily inherited.  Also a number of books on coins as well as books on Electrical circuitry.  He studied that at the Canberra Institute of Technology, but didn’t manage to get any substantial work in the field.  In Cooma years Matthew, like myself, was not terribly popular in school.  But he got through those difficult years in one piece in the end.  He did the Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour dreamcoat with me also, and both of us were Pharaohs guards, either in 1985 or 1986 or possibly 1987 because I do remember he repeated year 5 I think it was.  Matthew owned games like Rummy Royal and Mah Jone and Warhammer things, as well as two of the Dungeons and Dragons Basic Sets 1 and 2.  He’d read a lot of similar fantasy books that me and Greg would read, like J R R Tolkien’s works and David Eddings also.  He was a fan of the Blakes 7 science fiction series, and had the entire series on video cassette.  I think we still have that set.  He was also a bit of a fan of things Japanese, some anime and Karate, which had a white belt and yellow belt in I think, and maybe another one but I don’t know for sure.  He studied Karate at the local Karate centre in Fadden Pines, which was the Macarthur Boy Scouts hall, just down the road from here a bit.  Matt never had much permanent employment, but did do cleaning in Perth for a bit at a school, and in the final year or so he was permanently employed at Big W, and I felt sorry for him, as he had never had much luck with permanent jobs, but when he died he had settled into something which probably was going to be permanent, and his life had turned around a lot.  Just unlucky that it was at the end of his life.  Ironic.  But he was gainfully employed when he perished, and he never really shirked a job if it was offered to him – he just never really got terribly lucky with employment.  He wasn’t lazy,  just a little difficult to get along with.  Michael, my sister in law Christies Aunties husband, called him ‘Professor’ because he knew everything.  He didn’t really, but he did know quite a bit, and was happy enough to share all his information.  Matthew went to church nearly every Sunday of his life, right till the end.  He was a believer in Catholicism, in some way, shape or form, not exactly the most spiritual of people, but he was definitely one of the faithful.  That was a strength in Matt, and reflects the ‘Daly’ motto of Fidelity to God and King in all truthfulness.  Matt was the kind of fellow who sort of ran with societal norms a bit.  He did what was expected of him somewhat, and would follow normal enough societal ideas.  It didn’t mean he tried to do everything with his life – he was mostly content enough in his room leading a quiet life – but he did things in a formal enough way, even though he was definitely a candidate for grouch of the year on many occasions.  Greg can be a little bit surly at times, but Matt is grouchy.  Me – I’m lovely, but very sarcastic.  Matt played some cricket in his time, and a bit of Australian Rules Football in school years.  He was not really a sporting champion, but he didn’t back off from getting involved with things.  He’d attend Mah Jong events at the Yamba Southern Cross club in Woden were he would play the game, and he visited the Southern Cross Club, and was a member, with the family and likely on his own on many occasions.  Probably the kind of place he was comfortable with.  He had a friend called Todd Ballanden (or something like that) in Cooma years, but mostly stuck with family friends in latter years, and was close to Gerard Bryant, a faithful friend of our family.  Matt would go to the river and down the coast with Gerard and Greg and other family members quite often.  He was part of the family holidays which I have written about in my own autobiography, and did the usual stuff any fellow would do.  He was mostly speaking a meek enough fellow, despite being grouchy, and he was a law abiding citizen, with a decent enough reputation.  He never married or had any kids, and I never knew a girlfriend he ever mentioned, as he was a loner for most his life.  I’m not really sure if that bothered him much, but he was seemingly content enough with his life, and as I said, I wished it had gone on till a more fuller life, as he had finally found work, and could get so much more of the good times out of life.  But life took him when it wanted him, so ce la vie.  He’s buried out in Queanbeyan lawn cemetery, near his father, and my mother and me are to be buried in the same grave at the Queanbeyan lawn cemetery, so we will all rest in peace together.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia, December 30th 2018


The Life of Brigid Marguerite Antonia Bridges nee Daly

Brigid was born in Cooma Hospital on the 26th of October 19721, the first daughter of Cyril Daly and Mary Daly. She attended St Patricks School Cooma from Kindergarten through to year 10. She lived in Berridale, Cooma, and the region as well as currently in Calwell in Tuggeranong, Canberra. She married David Bridges on April 1st in the mid 1990s. There children include Madalene, Jayden and Georgia. Brigid works for the department of defense in Canberra. Brigid has a drive licence and has been driving since her teens. She owns some nice paintings which she painted hersself, lovely nature imagery in green shades. She eats regular food, and is not a vegetarian, and does eat meat. She hardly ever touches alcohol. She is friends with a lady named Paula. Her friends at school included Donna Veneables and Danielle Hughes. She is a Catholic, but not really a regular church goer, just on occasions. She was married in the Catholic Church in Numerella east of Cooma. Brigid played netball when she was younger. She has a collection of CDs, but mostly relaxes by watching television. She is a straightforward person, with common sense. She likes to listen to classical music when she is driving. She likes to visit Gold Creek with our mother Mary to buy Knick-Knacks and things from time to time, usually on weekends. She has travelled to the UK & Ireland with mother and often others from the family on several occasions. She is particularly fond of the British Isles. She is in no way a trouble maker and is a law abiding person. As far as I can tell she is a heterosexual woman. She was baptised, received her first confession, her holy communion and confirmation in the Catholic Church. She is generaly a believer, but not really caught up in any major religious devotions.


The Life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

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. Ironmaiden 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 Bruidge’ 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

Wourd 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)

Thereu 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 findiung 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 exampleu, 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 wereEVERYONE 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 umid 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 Wuealth’ 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. uI 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 apentecostal. 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 souuls. 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 trutuh, 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 permuanent 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 heualthy 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 uGirls – 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 meumbers. 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 visiuts 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, ubut 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 girlfuriend, 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, thatbeing 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 withu 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, uwho 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 workinug 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 (Peurhaps 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 ruoom 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 mouther 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 latuter 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 ucheckmate. 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 uwith 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 muore – 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, Mattheuw 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 Muonday 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 Aussiesu 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 gamues. 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 wituh 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 – Platinumu

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 uLove

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 – Fearlesus

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 uplays 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 todayu. 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 informaution 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 spokue 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 wue 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 beeun 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 bouttle 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 meudium 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 uploaud 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 lunuch 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 Tenu

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 ashttp://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 – Activitiesu

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 tillu 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 fauith 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 Rainbow Torah 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 Rainbow Torah 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 Rainbow Torah 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 yearsu 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 Rainbow Torah 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 notu seem to be of great commitment to Rainbow Torah faith in particular - they were mainly identifying simply as Noahides. Some of the members may have had a firm commitment to the Rainbow Torah 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)

uChapter 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 planneud 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 childuren. 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 intou 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, wuho 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 Dalyu

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 ucomposed 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 fuather 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 variouus 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 pruaying 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 hasnu'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. Wouuld 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 inuternet 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 ouvernight 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 Februaury 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 arue 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, anud 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 hauve 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 sturict 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 lout 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 uhave 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 weull.

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 HuULL!! 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 heure 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 thinugs. 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 Meurriman 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 ua 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 beuen 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 Dalyu

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 codeu 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 girul, 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 Houseu 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 rowudy 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. Vuery 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 whuen 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 tuhe 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 belieuve 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 schuoolwork 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 darknuess 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. Notu 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 uthe '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 wasthere, 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 veryu 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

Short Chapter. Epitath of things. Life is good. On we go.


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, goinug 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 uwasn'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 uat 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 evuer 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.u

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 younug 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, aus 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 Geunevieve. 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. Iruonically, 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 guet 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).

uChapter 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, uand 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 thuem, 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.u

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 cuommunity, 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 calledu '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 crueated 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 (Thurusday 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 ruequest 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 uother 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.u

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 assemubled 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 thue 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 Deucember 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 umy 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, itu 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 Januuary 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 ouf 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 Dominicuans 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

uChapter 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 nearblack 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 beauutiful, 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 havue 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 uvideos 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 ius 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 tuhe 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 couusins 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.u

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 veryattractive, 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 yuour 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 ius 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 Du

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 yuears 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 moruals. 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 mighut 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, Ineither 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, uwho 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 weu 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 iuntend 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, andu 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 veryu 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 suuccesful 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 uwalk – 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 anugel. 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 atwoolworths, 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 ouf 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 tuhe 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 uJenny. 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 uwas 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 probabluy 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 celebruating 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 tradituion 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, withpeacemakers 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 Tuuggeranong 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 huave 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. Jessicua 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 duown 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 tou 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 617u8SC.

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 ouf 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 tuhings. 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.u

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 insertedu into the saga then at various points to finish off loose ends. Ayears 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 Coomua 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, depenuding 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 'johnconnorbookus' found athttp://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 uwhole 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 needu 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 KaraiteNoahide, 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.

Life is good. Life is good.

Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, Macarthur, Canberra, Australia

Thursday 23rd of April 6178 SC

 

Chapter Fifty-Three

Written Saturday 2nd of May 6178 SC (2nd of May 2015 CE/AD). Cheers. Daniel here. This is the start of phase two, in a sense, of my religious writings, literary career, and autobiographical journey. Indeed I have definitely now finished off the first chronicle of the 'Angels Saga' which is 'Chronicles of the Children of Destiny'. Now, phase two begins, which is 'Chronicles of the Children of Life'. At this stage the plan is for the final third stage to be called 'Chronicles of the Children of Fate'. This second phase of my life should take from my current age of 42 to around my mid 50s. At this stage my 55th birthday seems like the best sort of date to aim for for wrapping up 'Chronicles of the Children of Life'. About 12 years and a half. I have decided that some works will continue on, like 'The Belzandramanian' and 'Hand of Eternity' and 'The Wyvvern and the Warlock' in my fanfiction writings will have the extra work required for them continued on with again – there is still a great deal to write in those sagas, so I will spend this second phase continuing on with their writing and getting a lot more done on them. But completion will only came in the third and final phase. There are half a dozen or so bits and pieces of writing, as well as Morning Stars of Eternity 1 & 2, which still need to be finished off properly, and they will get that attention in this second phase. Generally the aim is for the saga to continue on, and for my writing to hopefully improve and the quality of the stories remain sparkly, original and fun and lively as well as spiritual at time and above all, entertaining and interesting. That is the main focus. If people reading this who are fans of my work wish to contact me, you can always write to me at 29 merriman crescent, Macarthur ACT 2904, Australia, but you can email me as well at danielthomasandrewdaly@live.com.au . Perhaps the lesson I should learn most from my first work of autobiography/journal/blogging/diary is that life, inevitably, still goes on. I often get to the end of the day and make big and dramatic decisions, but in the morning it is a refreshed day and I always think I took myself a little too seriously the night before. I should not be too dramatic and impulsive and try and make big life decisions without sleeping on them for a while and giving them proper consideration. Take your time in making decisions and think through the issues carefully, is the advice I must constantly remind myself on. Well, no romance has happened in any significant way for quite a number of years now, and in my social scene nothing seems likely to happen much – but maybe eventually. I have resigned myself, for the time being, that this is life and it just is what it is. But I can live with it. I live with my mother Mary, and she is 77 now, and getting older each day, and she doesn't have forever in her (barring the resurrection). I have reminded myself constantly that I can't off and leave her to fend for herself – while she could probably take well enough care of the house and the responsibilities, she really needs the company. She would get too lonely without me, and me without her, so the proper thing to do is remain at home. I have a queen size bed in my room, but it doesn't matter at this stage anyway – mum refuses me to have either a girlfriend or a wife live with me here at home – I would have to move out. And with my current income stream I can't really afford that reality, and wouldn't do it anyway because I have concerns for my mother. But, I am anticipating that in my mid 50s, at the end of this second phase, she might be ready to visit the great shores of heavenly beyond anyway. By then, if I have taken care of myself, finding a suitable enough lady will still hopefully be a possibility. Time will tell on that truth. I have done my group activities as usual in the last few number of days since finishing my first autobiography, and it is mostly life as usual at this stage. No great surprises – nothing strange or eventful happening. My sister Jacinta with her husband and family now own their own home, and have a bank loan which will take them a number of years to pay off. But they are well established now in Cooma and don't plan on going anywhere for the time being. My sister Brigid lives across the other side of Tuggeranong, a few kilometres from here, and is happy enough, doing her thing with her family. My brother Greg is in Perth, but now discussing going back to Cooma as a possibility – which I personally think is a wonderful idea. But me, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, I am stuck at 29 Merriman Crescent Macarthur, Australian Capital Territory in the district of Tuggeranong in the city of Canberra, in Australia – for the duration. In group this past week I chatted with my good friend Marcus CCC, who is in as gay a mood as ever, and the conversation again sparkled with that quality of life it is well known for in our little group. Jenny Cutting was at the group – she's a nice enough girl, who I have a normal interest in, but is a little spaced out – more than the average member of the group, who mostly seem normal enough despite our mental conditions. It's funny – most people I have come across who suffer a mental illness such as schizophrenia/bipolar/schizoeffective/depression/anxiety etc, mostly seem regular and normal enough people when medicated, and appear to get along with the world well enough as well. It's sort of like from time to time, unless we are medicated, we get on lows, but then we have psychotic 'highs' were everything is a rush, and thinking is very quick, very paranoid and very rushed and impulsive and constantly changes. It's what we are like. But medicated, and when we stick with our medication, over time we calm down and seem regular enough people. But there are a few kooky bits amongst it all as well, and there is often a reason our type were often called 'Loons' or 'Crazy.' Me – my craziness is probably seen in a little bit of eccentricity and extreme sarcasm. But with scripture study, so Jehovah tells me, it is gradually getting under control. Scripture study does that – gradually sorts out your life problems and sins. Jenny Cutting seems a nice girl – but she was on another planet on Friday, were she usually resides these days, despite seeming a bit more normal in earlier years. It's all a big mystery, our minds, but thankfully, here in Canberra, we are well taken care of and, despite our problems, still able to lead almost regular enough, even somewhat sane, lifestyles. Life is good, I suppose – could be better, could be worse. But I am still happy enough with it, and am definitely here for the duration. Amen.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

2nd of May 6178 SC

Chapter Fifty-Four

Written Wednesday 13th of May 6178 SC (13th of May 2015). Hi there. Daniel again. Well, it has been a regular enough last two weeks – nothing major happening, business as usual, but prayer life has been strong with good results of strong webhits for my Noahide Books website in the last few days. I am still in two minds of thought regarding the resurrection of the dead and the life of the world to come. Some of me believes that it is just heaven eternal, but some believes that the world to come is eternity on earth, and that prayer can bring this closer. I continue to pray Daniel chapter 12 and ask God to bring for the resurrection of the dead and the life of the world to come – I have prayed that passage to God a few hundred times now, so fingers crossed I will get my ultimate answer one way or another, but I think God likes to keep me guessing. One thing God has said to me is that to get the blessing I want in life I should 'Keep my bibles, especially ones I have prayed with.' That has been a problem – I have always recycled them after a while. Only now am I finally starting to get the hint what is required for the blessings I have been after in life. Oh well, better late than never I suppose. My comic collection is finally growing again, and God says the last of my sacrificial duties over my lifes lovely collectables has finished. I have a good collection of things currently, and it will now start to grow permanently at last. Thank God for that. My mother Mary is staying down in Cooma at my sister Jacinta's place at the moment, and I will be on my own here at 29 Merriman until Sunday. It's not too long to cope by myself and prayer and the internet have kept me busy enough. Group fellowship with my mental health community continues on, and I have gotten to know some faces quite well now. I pray for them from time to time, using scripture, and my hope is for general salvation – that's the whole point, you know. It has been quiet on the writing front in recent days, apart from a few 'Julian May' fanfics I wrote not too long back. But it always comes in phases and spurts, and soon enough I will be writing again. My inner wisdom is to leave it alone after I have done a few weeks of succesful writing, and let my thoughts and spirit refresh, so that the next spurt is filled with colour and entertainment, not bogged down in repetitive thinking or things not quite as inspirational. A writer needs downtime, otherwise I honestly feel the writing can suffer a bit. The budget happened overnight here in Australia, and while I am not a liberal party voter, I feel they have delivered a good budget with proper attention to getting Australia out of debt. Joe Hockey and team have done well in my opinion. I actually now vote for the 'Bullet Train Party' in ACT elections and the Palmer United Party in Federal elections. I will stick with that for the time being. Clive has my vote at the next one. Personally, I think the Palmer United Party should call themselves the 'Gold's' and have a strong focus on individual and team success in endeavours of sport and entrepreneurism. My personal credit card debt has reduced recently, with me reducing the credit limit down on both cards I own. The repayments are not as big anymore, and my overall debt has become modest, generally. My superannuation is doing well, and I pray God's blessing over the prosperity of my superannuation, as I do over a multiplicity of things in general, both for my own life and society in general. I have prayed an extraordinary amount of biblical prayer since December 2012 now, and it has become an ongoing and steady part of my life. Fruit in time, I do keep the faith for. I have had a crush on Taylor Swift and Katy Perry for many years now, and they feature as love interests for 'Callodyn' (sort of me) in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. I even have bought rings for these ladies, which I have had a while now, which are kept safely. I actually have 3 other rings also, one for Kelly Clarkson, one for Avril Lavigne, and one for Tammin Sursok. They are hopefully ultimate eternity friendship rings, should I be so lucky to ever meet them. I have met Tina Arena in person, and been at a concert for Rebecca St James in Sydney (who Meludiel from the Chronicles is based upon). I saw Bon Jovi in Sydney live in 1989, but those are the only 3 concerts I have ever been to in my life, and they each come many years apart. Time will tell if I get another one. Recently I prayed all sorts of odd little prayers, which were just prayed the once with a passage of scripture – things like people using 'Lacquer' cans safely without spilling them, and universal safety when using scissors as well as people using staplers more safely without injury. My idea is to try and reduce the amount of minor injuries humanity suffers, not necessarily just the big ones all the time. I have ordered a lot of things online in the last bit, and a huge chunk of about 100 CDs is coming in the mail. I really look forward to the fresh expansion in my collection. Should be good. I am a big buff of music, mainly for listening, but I do play the keyboard/piano at an early level grade as well, and have talent at basic improvisation. I have written many song lyrics, and me and my brother Greg worked on one of my songs called 'Dangerous Hearts' for a bit with his recording equipment, and it was actually starting to sound like a genuine rock and roll song. I was actually somewhat impressed with how it was coming out. A musical career, maybe, one day. Difficult with Greg living in Perth, but maybe one day. Well, as I always say, life is good, and I am still content and at peace with God and my fellow man.

Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Fifty-Five

Written Thursday 11th of June 6178 SC / Thursday 11th of June 2015 CE/AD. Another month, another slice of the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. Mostly, I've been at home. Mum went down to my sister Jacinta's in Cooma not long ago again, and I was on my own for a little bit. I'm not really the kind of person who likes being on their own terribly much, even though I have lived on my own from time to time. No, I need some company, and am happiest living here at 29 merriman with mum. In just under 2 weeks she is going to the UK for 7 weeks, and I will be on my own at home for that time. I will have to keep myself busy and go to group a lot, and I'm not really looking forward to it, but I'll pull through. Today I wrote quite a number of new stories in the Angels Saga, and largely introduced Gilgadel, the 67th of the Seraphim males of Eternity. The stories were quite good, and I have continued to stick with the idea of 'Chronicles of the Children of Life' being the new saga after the end of 'Chronicles of the Children of Destiny'. The idea is lasting now so, barring a world to come advent, I will stick with this idea. Prayer and bible study has continued this month of June, and last month was quite a big one for my prayer life. I am getting clearer understanding from God on spiritual issues these days, and am becoming aware that my movement really needs to earn its place among the other spiritual monotheistic movements. It will take time to get properly established. My collection of personal items has finally now stabilised, after years of recycling/sacrifices, so that is making me increasingly happy and at peace. It is nice to see things which have been around for more than just a few weeks, which was the trend for the longest time, you know. Some items I own are now quite a few years old, and some go back to my childhood still, luckily enough. It's good to find some strength at last, and I am enormously grateful for that. My sister Jacinta is now a home owner with her family in Cooma North, and they have a substantial home loan to get through for the next number of years. I am not likely to be in the running for such things till either mum passes or I reach the age I can claim my superannuation. But I would almost rather remain here at 29 merriman crescent if at all possibly anyway. Stability is a big thing for me in life these days, and I am uploading a video to youtube on the subject even as I am writing this. To me a core to successful stability in life is finding a routine, a belief, a way of life, a philosophy and life conduct which is reliable and unchanging. A moral code which you can go to and which works time and time again. I think big dreams can be achieved on such a foundation. I have another Judge Dredd comic for my friend Justin Angold, who should be visiting again some time next week hopefully. I saw my friend Robert Preston again in the last month, and our friendship has endured many years now, which is a good thing. There is no inkling of romance in my life at the moment, but I still hold out hope for an eventual marriage. My beard is starting to become quite bushy again, and my hair is quite long, but I have sworn off completely either shaving my beard or cutting my hair. Part of me just couldn't really be bothered, and there is part of me which grows a beard in the Torah tradition. I haven't visited a prostitute at all this year, and have made the decision never to again and, bizarrely, it seems as if I might just be able to stick with that hope. Patience, I think, and I will win the fight on a greater degree of sexual morality and purity. There may be hope for me yet. My brother Greg is currently studying aged care, and I feel he has a pretty good job of finding work in this field, as they are always looking for men who can lift up heavy weights in the industry with good concerns for the elderly, which Greg seems to possess well enough. My nephew Jayden Bridges quite high school, but has gotten work in Cooma at KFC. He lives with his father, David Bridges now, down at Chakola. I am the last living member of my siblings who hasn't married yet, but my brother Matthew died a few years back unmarried. I don't value the single life, and would rather be in a solid relationship, but only time will tell. When writing my stories, I often go over a theological idea I had been thinking about recently, and sometimes ideas which had been thought upon for many years. Usually there is a basis for a story that I write, and I write it all out from my life experience and knowledge I have gained over my sojourn. I don't find writing too challenging, but like to leave rests in between spurts of writing to refresh and refocus, and not drain myself which I fear will happen, and lead to a deterioration in the quality of the storytelling. I am 42 now, turn 43 on the 20th of November, so life is in the middle at this stage, and slowly going through its time. There is still much to live, and potentially many more adventures, but I am very much used to the general hurly burl of it all now. But the future remains unwritten so we will see how it all goes. I really probably should go off an a holiday or something, which would give me something to write about, or get involved with a club or another group of sorts to spice things up a little. But really, I am very content, and if you are happy, in the end, that can't be a bad thing.

Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Fifty-Six

Written Tuesday 30th of June 2015 CE / 30th of June 6178 SC. Hey there. Another 3 weeks pass by, and Daniel's life, for the most part, goes on pretty damn regularly. I got some writing done, that is true. In the Angels of Faith Volume I added quite a few extra stories, and the volume word length has now passed 20 thousand words. But I'm aiming for 50,000 words as a minimum for each of the 'Spice Girls' related volumes of the Chronicles, so I still have work remaining. Last week mum left for the UK and Ireland and I have been coping on my own in that time. Actually, its not been too bad. I'm, in fact, taking care of the list she left me of things to do, and the house is smooth enough. Got some decent cleaning done the other day and organising some stuff from out in the car port. Things are mostly under control. Still things to take care of, but I'm coping well enough. God speaks to me all the time, so I have constant company, and Justin Angold came around again and we shared some beer. I'm coping well enough. It's ok. The family and extended family are doing some research into our Daly origins in Mullingar in Ireland at the moment; both me, my sister Brigid, and my second cousin Kevin Daly, are involved in trying to trace the ancestry of my grandfather Peter Paul Daly. We know his father was Peter Daly (possibly Peter Paul Daly according to Dad) and he married a Maria Molloy. They came from Earl Street in Mullingar, and Kevin thinks Peter Daly was possibly the son of a James Daly who was on the town council. From my research I have found a Denis Daly from 3 Earl Street in Mullingar with his family from around that time, and I have a hunch that Peter Daly and Denis Daly might have been brothers, both sons of James. But that is purely speculation at this point, because we have no direct evidence connecting them yet, apart from that they lived on Earl Street and were Daly's. The research goes on. The other day I got to answering a build up of old neglected emails in my various facebook accounts. Some of them were in 'Other Mail' which I never check. I have about 15 facebook accounts I think, and I check them regularly. I have one current myspace account, which sees no activity hardly now, since I got rid of most of my friends – or connects – because for these big social websites, if you are the kind of person who just makes random friend requests, and many are, you end up with a whole host of people who never talk to you anyway. But I have made some friends on facebook – or acquaintances – from doing this initial surge, so it was probably worth it in the end. I have, in fact, cancelled the idea of the Chronicles of the Children of Life being the sequel and next volume of the Angels Saga. Believe me, it was all good to go, and I had been working on it for a while, and there really hadn't been problems – but a better idea came along. Instead, now, I am just doing addendum volumes to the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, and not doing any new short story or novella or novel story titles, but just working with the titles I have already created and doing sequels to embellish the total story arc. Quite frankly, I have plenty of story ideas now, so I may as well just work with what I have, and simply use Addendum volumes instead of new titled volumes, as the saga is pretty much good to go to finish reading at the end of the final volume titled anyway, so addendums (coda volumes of sort) will simply suffice for the rest of my writing on the saga. Ultimately there hadn't been a problem with the Chronicles of the Children of Life as the sequel work to the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, working as Part Two in the Angels Saga – it's just that a better idea came along. As simple as that. I'm pretty sure I'll get through these 7 weeks with mum away well enough, and I have lived on my own before anyway. I'm comfortable here at 29 Merriman Crescent, am at home, so I'll get by. My phase of collecting things goes on, and will likely go on for the rest of my days, building on collections I want things on, and it keeps me occupied. Ebay is a very good friend these days, as well as Fishpond, which is a website I also recommend, especially as they have free postage. The issue of a world to come is mostly now sleeping at the moment – even if it is unresolved for the most part – so I think I will generally let it be most of the time. Life just goes on regardless. I cooked Zucchini, Tomato and Onion, with chips on the side, for dinner tonight, and they came out particularly well. I was hungry as well. Actually, while I'm no cook of merit at all, I have the ability to cook a large array of basic hot meals, and if I was a single father would be able to cope well enough cooking for my kids. And while I am traditional in family values, I probably wouldn't object to sharing the cooking duties with a wife somewhat. Chefs and Cooks being male are a masculine thing in society, so doing that in any family I would come into would be acceptable enough to me. I don't mind shifting furniture either, which the bloke really has to do for the family. But I hate washing the dishes – absolutely loathe it – although dad did it for years. Not my thing. I do it when I'm on my own and mum's away, but just not my thing. Seriously. Well, that's it for now. Life goes on. Cheeers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Fifty-Seven

Written Saturday 8th of August 2015 CE/8th of August 6178 SC. July was cold. What do you expect for the middle winter of month in Canberra, though. Mum was gone all month, and I was left alone for the most part. I left the gas heating on all month without stop virtually. It was set at 22 degrees, but that was a little too hot, so I gradually lowered it to 20 which was perfect. It's August now, and the weather has improved a bit, so it is on 19 degrees which is about right. Another quiet few weeks since my last entry, not much to speak of, quiet times at home, writing a bit, internetting a lot, and stroking Pepper the cat, and not much else. Pepper has become somewhat more affectionate with the absence of mum, who he was very fond of. He now comes into the spare bedroom (where I have the computer and am writing this) and sleeps on the bed a lot. I think he might like my company now. This room I slept in for many years, but a while back went into the back room. I started in the back room when we first got here in 1990, and have returned home to roost. I will remain in it for the time being, but maybe in a few years, barring any other significant change, might come back into this front room again - just for a change. I have been to group a little bit in the last month, but not as much as usual. But I am going to Friday lunch groups and eating pizza, and still getting to know people who I have known for a number of years now. Jenny Cutting showed up in group again on Friday, and I said hello a few times. Marcus CCC was there, who doesn't come to Friday group a lot, but other days of the week. Rebecca Hill was there, as usual, who rarely misses, and played her scrabble with Tony Beer. Tony has quite a long beard at the moment. He injured his hand a while ago and couldn't shave for a while, but has let it remain ever since. Tony is quite a sarcastic fellow, but quite intelligent and knowledgeable. We meet at the Southern Cross Stadium in Greenway (Tuggeranong Town Centre) which is about 5 kilometres west of us here in Macarthur, which is on the easternmost side of Tuggeranong. Friday groups are often very full of people, and one of the days of great activity. The people, for the most part, are well enough, and you would normally think they are just regular citizens of society (which they are) and might not normally suspect they have mental health issues, but it does become apparent in some of them after a bit. Adrian Chan continues to pick me up in the MHT van, and I have been graced with the front seat, as the back seat seatbelts don't fit me easily. Adrian is full of good humour, and suited to his job. He likes to have a winge and a moan like the rest of us, but is a dedicated public servant. There are 2 new sofas, red ones, in the MH drop in centre office now, but mostly it doesn't change very much. There are a number of activities to do, like bowling and tennis and the pool and other things, and sometimes I get involved a bit, but I'm mostly casual about it, as I usually have enough to do at home with writing my stories and doing my theological things. Not really any romances in my life to speak of at this stage, and while there are nice enough girls I chat to on facebook a fair bit, I don't think the idea of relocating for them, as I couldn't, is very practical. Unless it was an Australian girl, it's just not that realistic, and unfortunately the girls I've liked, for the most part, are overseas. I started a new facebook group recently called 'Hard, Cool & Passionate Music' which was amended to include Noahide Books. It actually has a fair bit of activity now, as I promoted it well to friends on facebook, and is about the only group of the several I have started which has had any real interaction. Some things take off, and some things just don't.Just the way of life. Justin has continued to drop around regularly, and while the Judge Dredd comic from IDW I have been buying him finished up recently, I will now be getting the UK AD 2000 Judge Dredd comic, which he is happy for me to get for him. He brings me a bottle of beer each time he visits in compensation for it. Jacinta, my sis, actually rang me up a few days ago to see how I was going. It was great, as while I ring her up a fair bit, she doesn't normally ring me. It's really good because I have wanted better relationships with my siblings for a while now. I rang Greg the other day, and we chatted a bit, but its still a little awkward. Hopefully time will heal things a bit - we had an argument a while ago - but water under the bridge and things can heal in time. I wrote a biography on Greg yesterday, just a one page brief thing, and posted it on his facebook page. Christie, his wife, gave it a like, but I don't know Greg's reaction to it yet. I also wrote out a one page biography for my friend Chris White earlier today, and emailed it to him. I'm hoping for a positive reaction to it. Apart from that I am writing 'Rimwalker 2: The return of Chance Kibb'Starr' at the moment, as well as 'Ruth 43' which is half finished. I finished off chapter 5 of 'Lucy Potter and the Terran Dragonrider' the other day, which is oh so slowly being finished off. I'm not buying as many CDs as I have in former times at the moment, but that is probably because I am mostly up to date with my large list of favourite music acts, and the actual need or desire to get more from other acts I have a bit of an interest in has diminished. I've bought mostly enough for life now, and really just want the new CDs of my favourites when they release them. That means a new CD every few weeks or so, and that will largely suffice for the remainder of my days. Instead I spend my money on a pretty healthy comic standing order from Impact Comics in Civic at the moment. They mail them to me, and I am subscribed to over 50 titles currently. Fortunately a lot of them have just kicked of recently, mostly DC titles, and I am concentrating on having complete runs of every issue of a series now, rather than just the piecemeal state of my collection of former years. I haven't visited a prostitute this year, and have made the decision not to do so again. I guess it's hit home that it is a kind of behaviour which probably doesn't have eternal life in it, and while I can't really say I have 'Repented' of the activity, as I don't really regret my past behaviours, as I had a good time with those ladies, I have reformed my life on this issue - I guess you could possibly call it repentance, or more likely acknowledgement, which is perhaps the best thing than working myself up into a state of feeling guilt, which I wouldn't really mean anyway, and would just be hypocrisy. Regardless, I've reformed my life on this issue, and probably for the best in the end. Well, that's enough for this chapter. Life goes on - doesn't it. So until next time, cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Written Wednesday 23rd of September, 6178 SC. Well, here we are. Another day, another dollar. I'm getting my DSP (Disability Support Pension) payment in a few hours from now, and am looking forward to having a smoke. I smoke, now, one packet of 25gms of tobacco each fortnight, sometimes two, and I haven't had a proper puff in ages now. Looking forward to it. Anyway, what have I been up to in the last month and a half? Not much, in many ways, life as usual really. No romance, no new friends, no great trips, more of the same. But I have endured, and I am getting there, wherever that place is. Justin Angold came around today. He was chatting on about how he had tried practically all the mental health medicines for his condition, and was now on clozapine, and was looking to get electro therapy (very drastic stuff). Look, I've always known he was unwell like me, but in the last little while I've noticed the crazy sort of things in his talk, that he is a bit irrational about life, and doesn'tquite see things the way they really are. Weird self-sacrifice beliefs about drawing his own blood as part of his 10 commandments religion ideas have taught me he is not very grounded. His mum forbids him reading the Torah, and he honours her according to the 10 commandments law to honour your parents, which is just a dumb way of applying the faith. The Torah is the only thing which will save Justin in the end anyway. He'll probably work it out gradually in time, over many years of his eternity, but I fear for him. I am not completely sure if he has the full distance of eternity in him, and whether he may go astray somewhere along the line. We don't all live forever, and without a solid commitment to God Almighty it really just aint gonnna happen in the end. Justin has got enough God focus, but his religious ideas are far from being stabilised yet, and far from kosher. He does not fit in any established religious doctrine, and until he produces the documents necessary for his interpretation of things, develops it, and lives by it properly to stabilize on it, he will just flake around, and never settle properly - and that might just be the undoing of him in the end. He is a good friend - but I do worry whether he will be around as a friend forever or not. I continue to walk with God, I continue to pray, and my religion continues to develop, grow and mature. I think, seeing Justin in particular, and how I see the lessons of Torah that I have learned and taken seriously and repented on, and how I have developed in the faith, and committed and endured with, I understand more about life, and how you need stability and continuity and perseverance and a good perspective on reality to make it all work and get along with the world. I think I am becoming more and more aware of my flaws - the issues my mother sees in my condition - and they are slowly and gradually being addressed. But like Keri Noble sings, you are strong, see how fare you've come. I see it - there in my heart - how far I've come. As bizarre as it may sound I am slowly winning at this game of life. It is slowly working out for me. I'm not quitting, like Britney Spears I'm getting stronger every day, and I'm happy and content. Thank God for that. I finished chapter 16 of Morning Stars just the other day, and the final ending is in my head now, and it is 21 chapters (the book) in total. Chapters 1 to 14 were written from 2000 to about 2005, but a little while back I decided to expand it even more so, and am slowly working towards completion. But it will definitely be completely completed at the end of Chapter 21. And the idea I had for the ending of Morning Stars has given me the proper understanding of how the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny will end, down the track a bit, in an addendum volume. It's all under control. And it will be a good and proper and happy ending for all. Even the dark lord himself. Amen. My life collecting of things proceeds, and I am fussing a lot over comics at this phase of my life, and my standing order with Impact Comics in Civic. I order all sorts of comics, and it costs a tonn, but I am happy with what is going on with it all. I have recently commissioned a work from my friend Marcus Low - some of his fiction - and the final payment I make to him is very shortly. I will gain permanent (eternal) rights to feature the story on my website. The main reason I have sought his writing in commission is that, while I can go on writing stories of my own indefinitely (at this current time), I really feel the website needs 'Another View' or 'Another Voice', if only to freshen things up a bit with a different perspective on things, and nothing else. Marcus will have an original style and tone, and it will be something different for my website, and, hopefully, something which will help establish and grow it even more so. I can afford the expense, and I am thinking of paying him for a number of works over a year or so perhaps. Just enough to have an alternative light and viewpoint in Noahide Books, as it were. Mum is well. She is in good enough health, and we are getting along quite well, and the conversations are as sarcastic as ever, but I am as concerned for her well being, and vice versa, as much as ever. Life is quite good at home at the moment, actually, and I am content and at peace. Prayer life is generally quite good at the moment, I continue to study scripture, and my conditions is really acceptable for the most part I would imagine. Things, actually, seem to be slowly, baby step by baby step, improving in my life - as I said earlier. I think, marriage, will potentially happen later on, when Mum has passed, and I own a place of my own, which seems to be the required Stability that God requires of me to offer for a family. He doesn't like to take too many risks with his own people, especially in this more and more competitive world, were security is not as easy to afford as in former times. Life, I still feel, will ultimately work out well for Daniel Daly. And eternity has a huge amount of promise. I guess, when it comes down to it, Alleluia, because God is slowly solving the problem of what to do with Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. Cheers.

Daniel

Canberra

Chapter Fifty-Nine

Written Tuesday 13th of October 6178 SC (13th of October 2015). Hi there. Cheers. Hello. Been busy with my noahide books website, and got an Adamide Books website started in the last little while. Quite a plethora of new story, and other stuff, has been written just recently. A lot of work, but hopefully for a good cause. I'm still going swimming on Thursdays with Adrian and the group. Doing light exercise in the pool - it's all I want to do at this stage of my life anyway. An online friend (female) has a little bit of an interest in me, and I suppose the feeling is somewhat mutual. She has been married and has kids. I'm not sure if that is my scene, though, even if she is currently single. Don't think I want a permanent relationship with a lady with kids from another man involved. Just won't work for me in the end. Only friends, in the end, those sorts of relationships for me. She used to live in Canberra and now lives up in Queensland, and I know a cousin of hers here in Canberra. But I don't think it will work out, so such is life. Mum got her blood tests done today. I had my Invega injection just last week. A new nurse, who was very friendly, and I liked her a lot. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Right kind of person for me to connect to. It appears my brother is in America on holiday at the moment. Not that I knew much about it. Saw a facebook photo of James (Greg and Christie's boy) flying a kite in Augusta. The first I knew. Still haven't visited a prostitute at all this year. I have sort of made a commitment to this entire year to be free from that type of behaviour and, thinking about it, I now doubt that I'll ever really go back to that kind of behaviour. I think the reality of VDs and other issues has sunk in and that, in eternity, it is not the kind of lifestyle which will really last forever. Just has to be cut out of your life in the end, or your eternity could end. Lots of comic collecting at the moments. Nearly the full previews catalogue of DC Comics is on my subscription list at Impact Comics in Civic. Quite a bit of cashola it is costing me too, but I can scrape it for the time being. I'm down to mainly using one facebook account now (I used a lot of them), but now just one. Still reading the bible. Still praying. My Bulldogs (Rugby League team in the NRL) finished 5th this year. It was an ok result. Hopefully the Grand Final next year. I've hardly been out of the house anywhere at all, apart from down to Tuggeranong for group activities, for quite a while now. We are staying here in Canberra for Christmas this year, as Mum doesn't want to got to Jacinta's. I probably need a holiday eventually, especially for something to write about, and learn more, but I'm getting very little motivation to do much, apart from write, which comes easily, at the moment. Might be what God wants I guess. Talked with Rob Preston about retirement the other day, when he came around. He said it was 14 years or something like that till he could claim his super - he will be claiming it at 60. Talked about how he worked at the lowest level in the Public Service for 20 years, before things finally improved for him. I think he is at a level 4 now, so he is getting there. These last few hours I put an update onto http://karaitenoahide.angelfire.com with an edition of the Rainbow Bible from my computer archives every year since 2010. Just about everything I have got is online, in terms of created documents, but those older copies would not be online anymore, so I placed them on so people could see the development and growth of the Rainbow Bible over time. I found a short article from 2000 which I had written - a deist creed, which I sort of believed at the time - and posted it to my facebook page. It's just about my oldest extant writing I would imagine. Oh, but I am published in the final issue of 'The Demon' comic from DC in the 1990s, in the poem by Daniel Dacy at the back, so that is older still. I'll have to chase up a copy of that comic again - I no longer have a copy. I talked with a friend online about dreams recently. She commented about how intense and real her dreams were. And how people showed her great love in them. If you could only see inside my head, she said. I actually do know the feeling. I had to pray to God, once, for my dreams to lighten up - they had become far to real for my liking. It felt like I was really alive in them practically, and a lot of the time I thought it was very real and true. They are back to under control these days. I get re-occurring ones from time to time, even ones from many years ago and childhood years. Personally I think God is probably giving me these dreams, and is in charge of them. I tend to think that maybe re-occurring ones are developing ideas and stories in the core plot of the dream, and it will unfold forever in God's imagination in my dreaming mind. There's a lot of chapters for these dreams, apparently. The spirit was commenting to me that I'm an Englishman because I was born there, if only there a few months. But the thing is, when we are born, the information intake is the biggest it ever gets in our life, and in those first few weeks we are learning at an amazing rate of knowledge intake. So, despite being there only briefly, my early attitudes and understandings, even if I can't really remember them, were shaped by English society. And I think that is true as well. Well, that should do for now. I didn't have much to write about really. Hopefully more interesting news next chapter. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Sixty

Written Wednesday 14th of October 6178 SC / 14th of October 2015 CE (AD). Didn't really do very much today. Slept a lot of the night, which is unusual, as my sleeping patterns are irregular. Watched a little bit of Sunrise this morning with mum. Spent the morning doing some work on 'Adamic Covenant' Assembly of Faith and 'Noahide Friends of Catholicism' Assembly of Faith. Had 2 Tuna and Grated Cheese sandwiches, melted in the microwave, for lunch. Had some coffee throughout the day, and some pink lemonade cordial. My niece Georgia Bridges comes after schools at the moment, and she was here in the afternoon for a while. Had Pork Chops, Pasta and Zucchini for dinner. It was very tasty. Mum is out at the moment (it's 8:33 in the evening), away at something or another. I'm here on my own in the front room of 29 Merriman Crescent, typing away at the PC. Pepper, our cat, pukes under the bed I am sitting on at the moment. I should tell mum, as I couldn't be bothered getting under there and cleaning it myself - I'm too lazy. Yesterday I bought a stack of books from Vinnies, on various subjects. They are in my bookcase in my room at the moment. I also spent some of yesterday afternoon down at the group 'Day to Day Living Program' at the Southern Cross Stadium office in Greenway (Tuggeranong town centre). A photography class was on, but I didn't get involved. Sat there for the most part, had a ciggie with Richard Glinka, and suggested he write down some of his ideas. Later on, when he was being dropped home, he said he would. Two DVDs came in the mail yesterday that I had ordered on eBay. Man Vs Wild from season 5, and Diamonds, starring Kirk Douglas and Lauren Bacall and others. Today I got Tales of the Teen Titans number 49 in the mail, which I had ordered on eBay. Today, also, was kind of special. Mum got mailed to her from a lady in Antigonish in Canada a book on the Genealogies of Angus MacLean, an ancestor of mine. Dad and Grandma were featured in it. I sent the lady an email with more details on the family. Mum is reading the book at the moment. I look forward to reading it. Ok, this will do for a diary entry for the day. Friday 16th of October 6178 SC / 16th of October 2015 CE (AD). Recorded a diary entry yesterday which went on soundcloud. The first half of this chapter was initially released on my Yahoo Groups group Noahide Books. Today has been nothing too out of the ordinary. Slept a lot over the night, which is unusual. Slept a lot this morning as well. Medication usually keeps me sedated a fair bit. Watched a bit of Sunrise this morning, again. Mum had her exercises today, and brought home some snack food. We had quiche for lunch. A wrote a short story 'The Dungeon of Dread' which went on my Yahoo Noahide Books group. Had some Facebook conversation with Sarah Thomas, the Talmudic Noahide from America. She's a sweet enough lady. I find her a bit naive, but she's ok. She runs a Noahide Information page on Facebook. I find the Talmudic Noahide world littered with Orthodox Rabbinic opinion, and only so much actual contribution from Noahides themselves. Definitely not for me. In the Karaite Noahide world I am 100% uninterested in any opinion from Karaite Jews. They don't recognize the concept anyway. Israel may be a light to the nations according to Torah, but I have no special interest in the people. I think the people should honour the torah and largely remain in the land of Israel, as this is their covenant. I don't really recognize Israelites living outside of the land of Israel as valid citizens of the nations. It doesn't count with me. They should live in Israel. NOT in the Noahide nations, which is OUR domain of authority. It's a controversial subject, but God treats Israel differently, because of their peculiar covenant, so I don' see any qualms personally in insisting they live in Israel to prevent covenantal confusion. This is my fixed and permanent judgement on the issue. Still haven't visited a brothel this year. Probably won't. Seem to be over that carnality. Won't even buy a porno magazine any more, but I do watch a bit of porn online. But the amount of what one might possibly call sexual immorality has greatly decreased in my life. I'll be practically a born again virgin again one day the way things are going. It's a warm enough spring so far. I sense summer is probably going to be a hot one this year. We'll probably get a fair share of bushfires again. I have a hunch that, according to their old traditions to burn the land to clear it, that Australian aborigines might secretly be behind a lot of the starting of Australian bushfires. No proof, and I have never heard any rumours as such, but I have a hunch they might be. I could be completely wrong, but if it was the case I wouldn't be surprised. This afternoon it is still pretty sunny, with some clouds in the sky. It is 4:31 in the afternoon at the moment. We'll probably finish off the quiche for dinner, and maybe some fruit salad for dessert. Apparently uncle Gerald is planning on visiting us again from Hull in England next year. He's been over a few times now, and is set for another visit. He's getting on a bit in years now. Around 80 years old, or so. But he seems to be healthy and strong enough. Could have years left I suppose. Mum is getting on a bit now. She's even finally starting to acknowledge that - she didn't so easily a few years back. But life moves on, and we all get older. And hopefully wiser. We really should find grace with age, and tolerate a bit more, because life is hard enough to get through as is. Yet I do know there are things we can't really compromise on in the end. Society wouldn't work if we compromised too much. You still have to keep the faith in the end.Even if you might come across as too strict some times. You just have to accept that. Ok. This Autobiography/Journal/Diary Entry is complete. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Sixty-Two

Written Sunday 25th of October 6178 SC / Sunday 25th of October 2015 CE/AD. Hello world. It's been a productive last 10 days. I've produced a lot of writings, and sound recordings for Soundcloud, and done some more videos for youtube. I have a usual routine when I log into the Internet, and go through my list of social utility sites where I have profiles, to check updates each time. I can spend hours on the Internet without any real difficulty. I haven't been anywhere much in the past 10 days, as last week on Thursday Adrian was too busy to be able to take me swimming, so it is mostly home life. But that's ok. Mostly, now, my social life is an online experience. For now. I plan on that changing eventually, to a more outgoing thing, but for now it is website promotion of my key websites to, eventually, build a lifeplan of prosperity and success. Anyway, enough of that. A little more of my life story. I was talking with me mum in the last little while and she was talking about pets our family had had over the years. First on the list was Paddy. He was a dog which was owned by the family where we first lived in Jindabyne. I wasn't around till Berridale days, but Paddy was the first family pet, and he died. After Paddy came Toby. He was a terrier. He had a brother called Biff, which went to friends of the family - the Duffy family. Dad got the dog from a friend of his. Toby ran away in Berridale years. We had him for 9 years, but one day he went missing. We never knew what happened to him. I remember Toby. He was the first dog, a friendly little fellow, who was good with kids. I miss him. In Berridale years there was also Little Miss Paddy Paws, a Cat, and Suzie, another cat. I don't remember them at all, and they weren't around terribly long. There was a dog called 'Peppy' a sort of chihuaha little thing, which was Brigid's dog (my sisters), but he died the first day we got to Cooma, run over by the school bus. I think I might vaguely recall Peppy in the archives of my memories. The name rings a tiny bell. There was an alsation dog in Cooma, which got a disease. Dad brought him into the kitchen when he was unwell, but Mum said he was dead. Dad buried him in the back yard. Matthew had a dog called Guvnah. I recall him a little. And back in Cooma days we got the cat 'Raow' from Father Barry Cotter (the Catholic Priest). Raow was renamed Mumma cat, and hanged around to Canberra years. There was also Smokie, a grey cat in Cooma, and others as well, including a dog Called Edgar. There were guinea pigs, and rabbits along the way, goldfish, and lots of budgies and birds. Blackie was a cat in Canberra years, but she disappeared. Then Mushroom, who was around for a long time like Mumma cat, but eventually died as well. I was there for the deaths of both Mumma Cat, and Mushroom, as well as Miranda cat which followed both of them. She was a very pretty cat, but only lived 5 years. No idea why. She just got sick one day and died. Brandy was a dog we had in the early years of Canberra, and Greg liked Brandy a lot, and Jacinta had another dog as well. One of Mushroom's kittens was a beautifully coloured little cat which ended up mine, which I called 'Chokita', but she never grew, and never shat or ate, and died pretty quickly. I only had her a little while. After Miranda died a few years back, we got Pepper, our current cat (Pepper is a black cat, thus his name. I occasionally call him Pepsi Cola). He was apparently 10 when we got him, and we've had him a year or so now. He was a little nervous to start with, but he has settled in to life with me and mum now. He's part of our family now. Anyway, that is our brief family pet history. We have cared for them all, and rarely been anywhere approaching irresponsibility with them, and we have loved them and fed them and taken good care of them. I have learned to be respectful towards animals over the years, to make sure they are taken care of, and to give them attention and kindness. They are great life companions, and humanity has been enriched by God because of animals which we have been allowed to have as pets. Anyway, today has been a quiet Sunday, not much happening. Jacinta finally ran mum after not speaking to her for ages, and mum has been winging about it to me, because Jacinta was rude to mum at her place in Cooma, and Mum swore to me she wouldn't call her first. But she called today, so life goes on. People get over it, and it becomes just water under the bridge in time. I'm listening to Dio sing 'The Last in Line' on my Windows Media Player on the PC at the moment. I'm a big fan of Dio. Love his voice and his music. Very classic metal sound. I've had some weird dreams over the past few days. William Shatner and Taylor Swift showed up, hanging at a picnic with a group of kids, waiting on a big celebrity. God was teaching me to be a bit more loving. There was Def Leppard in another weird dream, and Joe had words with me. Very sarcastic stuff. Fruck, I have had some weird and intense dreams over the years. Just a few nights ago, in the living room where I was sleeping, I was at war with half the Australian Pentecostal Church in a dream which left me exhausted. By was it over the top. But life goes on. Am I happy? I usually sat, at this point, I'm content. And, you know, that is truer than ever. I'm actually quite happy at the moment. Sort of enjoying the simple and quiet life with mum, and the steady projects I get done, and life just going on. My current view is, with enough prayer, Torah study and devotion to God, on a permanent basis, life of 961 years, a Noahide length sort of life, is available. It's scriptural. Time will tell if God will give it to me or not. Well that is enough for now. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Sixty-Three

Written Thursday 5th of November 2015 / 5th of November 6178 SC.

Well, here we go again. This is the new section of scripture for the Advancing Noah Movement. The Rainbow Bible is complete, now, and I will let it rest. It will have a review soon enough, with probably some minor modifications and amendments, but the work is probably about 98 to 99 percent complete. So on we go with something new. The fourth Chronicle of the Angels Saga started today, and it is 'Icons of Endurance'. On goes the adventure. Traditional stories, nothing great surprising is planned, you know what to expect if you have read it so far, but some new fantasies, and brand new stuff. Ongoing delight I do hope. Life has been good recently. I have bibles, now, which have gone a bit of a distance in my life now. I've recycled most of my stuff in life so far, in the belief that 'What you acquire in life you acquire in life for eternity' and that remains the same truth. With the close of the Rainbow Bible it was generally concluded by myself that the time of resurrection has come and gone, and life is just set for endurance. But I do not claim that is the ultimate truth, as I don't know for sure. It seems, in reality, if prayer intervenes, and if faith intervenes, and if scripture is prayed sufficiently, resurrections can still be fulfilled. It's up to planet earth and its citizens if they want it enough, and possibly also heaven as well. Nothing is written in stone, so we will see what yet will be. I make no grand predictions. The soundest my doctrine can get is that 'I really don't know for sure.' Time will tell. Went to group yesterday, printed off some of the stories in my saga, and bought some books from Vinnies. God mentioned to me recently that, in the stuff in my room, he adds to it, for ongoing life on earth, only slowly actually. I might buy a ton of stuff, but only some of it ends up not recycled. But that pile is slowly growing. An inheritance quickly earned is quickly squandered, as scripture maintains, so maybe the spirit of God is showing me how he does things. You know, I said on a soundcloud recording that God was an asshole. He wants to be, ok. When you get older, he wants his kit gloves to disappear. He's a bloke as well. When you can grow up and get over being so damn holy and politically correct about everything, God likes to lighten up. So don't expect him to honour your person any time soon, but he will treat you always with kindness because he's a nice guy, and he treats people well if they treat others well. Life goes on, life goes on. I'm happy enough, things are good. I still want to marry both Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, so we will see if there is ever any historical truth in that fantasy. But I like the girls, genuinely, a lot. So here's hoping. On we go. Cheers for now. Bye.

Written Sunday 7th of November 6178 SC. Well the 'Rainbow Agenda' idea lasted a day or so, and that was about it. Revised, considered, not going to run with it in the end. I'll just stick with the Rainbow Bible. The documents for the Assemblies of Faith will probably be added in soon as Section Nine of the Rainbow Bible, and Abrahamism Bible will end up Section Ten. New aspects of the Angels saga were now just placed were they fitted chronologically in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, and that hype is done away with. I have revised a great deal of my fanfiction, and replaced names of copyrighted works, to work it into my Chronicles now without legal copyright concerns. I will alter the documents to the necessary degree to ensure originality of all concepts. Went to group yesterday, bought some books from Vinnies, got my Invega injection, and not much else has happened. Lot's of work on my youtube page today doing Thumbnails, and, as I said, I've tidied up the Chronicles a fair bit, and merged some volumes. Mum went to Gold Creek in North Canberra today (she visits regularly) and bought some things. She bought me a toy hedgehog (actually a bookend, technically, but its really just a solid plush toy, which has been added to my collection of such things.) She got one as well, and called hers Albert, so I called mine Victoria. I've ordered a 5 piece recorder set on EBay, with the various sizes. It has a big 'Bass Recorder' which might take some practice to handle. I intend on doing some recordings for my Soundcloud page with it, and possibly also some Youtube videos with them as well. I played the Recorder back in school, and actually did a concert for St Pats at Cooma Monaro High School, were I played the recorder with some of the other kids in my class. There have been recorders in the household on and off over the years, and I've always had a bit of a dabble. I make up tunes on the spot these days, and record them using my Sound Recorder on my PC. All improvisation melodies. But I have some experience on composition now. My comic collection continues to grow, and I'm enjoying titles like Lobo and Justice League 3001 most of all. I spend a lot on comics. I guess I'm a comic nerd. I'm turning 43 very soon, and can also get my advance payment, which I usually get, very soon, so will have quite a bit of spending money shortly. Probably comics and CDs, as the Recorder was my major purchase for a while. Had lunch with Marcus CCC and Rebecca Hill the other day in Civic. I rang him up that morning, as I wanted to go into Impact Comics to buy 2 Ten Dollar Ten Comics grab bags, but he didn't answer. But he was on the bus from Woden to Civic, so I got lucky. Well, that's me up to date. Cheers for now.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Sixty-Four

Written Friday 27th of November 6178 SC (27th of November 2015). Well, here we are. This is it - the end of the year glory. I've finished a lot at the moment. The Chronicles of the Children of Destiny 2015 is complete, with Gloria Majestica finishing it all of. There will be no more COTCOD this year, and if the resurrection of the dead happens, that could be the end of it all. Either way, no more writing, if any, till mid January 2016. Today I finished my third book of life prayers, and I have rounded off and completed all scripture prayers I have prayed for life, with a culmination of things. IF, and that's a big if, but if there is any new prayer, not till restart in mid-January 2015, but that might also be the end of it. I talk to God now - my prayers are likely finished. I'm uploading my final 3 videos to my youtube account, to get them to 140 vids - the same number of Seraphim in the Realm of Eternity. That is the completion of that account. And this diary entry culminates my diary entries for 2015, and possibly the end of it all. If I show up again with Chapter 64 it's not until mid-january 2016, and I am not sure either way at this stage. The end of the world might be here, as the Force Awakens, or its one long holiday, one long rest, and then another year of work for the Kingdom of Noah. I guess we'll both know soon enough. Cheers forever, if that is the case, if not see you again soon enough.Daniel San. Canberra, Australia. THE END

Continued 31st of December 2015 (31st of December 6178 SC). Today is the last day of the year. I did not visit a whore in 2015. I have not visited a brothel or had sex with a prostitute or other woman for this whole year of 2015 (6178 SC). Last year I visited a few times, but not this year. There are a few hours left now till midnight, so this year was a year of abstinence from fornication for the Advancing Noah Movement. I also did not commit any murders in 2015, was not violent towards anybody, did not practice any idolatry in 2015, did not kidnap anybody, did not eat any blood, did not get arrested or receive any police fines, did not get drunk, practiced no blasphemy (but did insult God some times), prayed a huge amount of scripture prayer, did not practice any bestiality, did not practice any homosexuality or bisexuality, did not practice any incest, did not steal anything (but borrowed from my mother a few times without asking her and repaid her without telling her), did not own any pornographic magazines for the entire year, I DID masturbate with online pornography many times in the year, did not practice any sexual harassment towards anybody for the year, did not rape anybody for the year, I did have some arguments but they were under control enough for the year, had a generally positive relationship with God for the year (though there were sticky moments), talked to God occasionally throughout the year (talking to him - not just prayer), did not move any boundary markers for the year, gave a little bit of charity for the year, and produced a great amount of literature and videos of various kinds, using my creative talents for the year. Bye for now.

Continued 23rd of January 2016 (23rd of January 6179 SC). Well, the resurrection date of January 4 came and went, and nothing. I am understanding now why as well. My movement is Karaite Noahidism. I am the official representative of this religion on earth, as there are no other established movements, and God has told me I now officially represent this branch of Noahidism. I have prayed a huge amount over the last 3 years, and God tells me he answers all my prayers. But my prayers need acceptance by other movements. The only way they can accept my prayers is by joining my movement, as the prayers are only valid for my movement. There are exceptions involving peace. So all my prayers have been answered, but I get no real world results at all, apart from prayers which affect me personally, because others are not part of my movement. So there you go. Now, in about 2010 I prayed to God at Tuggeranong pool and asked him for the tree of life. When I did, a spirit entered me, like the spirit of a fruity substance (the fruit of the tree of life). Since then, in late 2012, and all of 2013, 2014, 2015 and so far in 2016 I have been praying the scriptures fervently. This knowledge was required to enable me to live eternally on Earth. Further, a complete repentance of sins according to the Judgements of the Rainbow Torah (Genesis 1:1 – 11:9), and the general principles of the Rainbow Bible, which is the authority for Karaite Noahidism, is required. I have complied well enough and am now in the state of eternal living on earth. Bye for now.

Chapter Sixty-Five

Written Sunday 5th of June 6179 SC (5th of June 2016 CE/AD). A number of years ago I did research on various websites online into ancient genealogies of Ireland and the British Isles. While thegenealogies of older generations is questionable, it is not really disputable that the Daly Clan ultimately goes back to Noah, and probably Japheth as well.

THE GENEALOGY OF DANIEL THOMAS ANDREW DALY

Hippolytus traces the Celts back to Magog. Wikinoah (Copyrighted material) has information on the table of nations based on bloodgroups, but no specific information I could see on the Celtic Families, but research likely has been done on that issue in various sources. For the purposes of my genealogy below from traditional sources, Citing Magog as the father of the Celts in Hippolytus is consistent with the information from Traditional sources. Thus, for the time being, until further research demonstrates otherwise, this will serve as the traditional genealogy for myself.

Genealogy of 
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly: 
From Adam to Daniel 

Source 1 to 37 
http://www.araltas.com/features/milesius.html 

Source 38 to 87 
http://www.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~fianna/history/milesian.html 

Source 88 to 105 
http://www.strandnet.com/daly/gnlgy.htm 

(NOTE: Be sure to look at the source material links) 

1. Adam 
2. Seth 
3. Enos 
4. Cainan 
5. Mahalaleel 
6. Jared 
7. Enoch 
8. Methuselah 
9. Lamech 
10. Noah 
11. Japhet 
12. Magog 
13. Boath. 
14. Phoeniusa Farsaidh (or Fenius Farsa). 
15. Niul, 
16. Gaodhal (or Gathelus), 
17. Asruth, 
18. Sruth, 
19. Heber Scut. 
20. Baouman; 
21 Ogaman; 
22. Tait, 
23. Agnon 
24. Lamhfionn 
25. Heber Glunfionn 
26 Agnan Fionn; 
27. Febric Glas; 
28. Nenuall; 
29. Nuadhad; 
30. Alladh; 
31. Arcadh; and 
32. Deag:. 
33. Brath. 
34. Breoghan (or Brigus) 
35. Bilé; 
36. Milesius 
37. Heremon 
38. IRIAL FAIDH; 
39. EITHRIAL 
4O. FOLL-AICH; 
41. TIGERNMAS; 
42. ENBOATH; 
43. SMIOMGHALL; 
44. FIACHA LABHRAINN; 
45. AONGUS OLMUCACH; 
46. MAIN; 
47. ROTHEACHTACH; 
48. DEIN; 
49. SIORNA 
5O. OLIOLL AOLCHEOIN; 
51. GIALCHADH; ". 
52. NUADHAS FIONNFAIL; 
53. AEDAN GLAS; 
54. SIMEON BREAC; 
55. MUREDACH BOLGACH;. 
56. FIACHA TOLGRACH;. 
57. DUACH LADHRACH;. 
58. EOCHAIDH BUADHACH; 
59. UGAINE MOR; 
6O. COLETHACH CAOL-BHREAGH; 
61. MEIG MOLBHTHACH; 
62. IARAN GLEOFATHACH;. 
63. CONLA CAOMB; 
64. OLIOLL CAS-FIACHLA; 
65. EOCHAIDH ALT-LEATHAN; 
66. AONGUS TUIRMEACH-TEAMRACH; 
67. ENNA AIGNEACH; 
68. ASSAMAN EAMHNA;. 
69. ROIGHEN RUADH; 
7O. FIONNLOGH; 
71. FIONN;. 
72. EOCHAIDH FEIDLIOCH; 
73. BRESS-NAR-LOTHAR; 
74. LUGHAIDH SRIABH-N DEARG 
75. CRIMTHANN-NIADH-NAR 
76. FEREDACH FIONN-FEACHTNACH 
77. FIACHA FIONN OLA). 
78. TUATHAL TEACHTMAR; 
79. FEDHLIMIDH RACHTMAR; 
8O. CONN CEADCATHACH 
81. ART EANFHEAR;. 
82. CORMAC ULFHADA; (MAC ART) 
83. CAIBRE-LIFEACHAR; 
84. FIACHA SRABHTEINE; 
85. MUIREADACH TIREACH;. 
86. EOCHAIDH MUIGH-MEADHOIN; 
87. NIALL MOR; "Niall of The Nine Hostages 
88 EOCAN 
89 MUIREDHACH III 
90 MUIREDHACH MOR 
91 DONNALL 
92 AODH NAIRIODUAC 
93 MAOILFITREAC 
94 MAOLDUIN 
95 ADAIMH 
96 CORC 
97 FACHTNA 
98 DALACH 
99 GILLA-COIMHDHEADH 
100 TADHG 
101 MUIREADHACH 
102 DALACH 
103 CUCONNACHT NA SCOILE – Died 1139AD 
104 TADHG O'DALAIGH 
105 AENGHUS FIONNABHRACH O'DALAIGH – Circa 1200 


Many Generations More – will be researched through 
ancestry.com etc 

Peter Daly

Peter Paul Daly (b. 1876)
Cyril Aloysius Daly (b.1922 – d.2007)
Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly (b.1972)

Chapter Sixty-Six

Written Sunday June 19th 2016 CE / 6179 SC. Confessions time. In all of 2015 I did not visit a prostitute at all. This year, once only, I have visited a prostitute. Safe sex was practiced. Now, I also confess that in about 2010, for a brief period, I had unethical sexual behaviour with an underage girl. I will not say who she was because the spirit advised me not to embarrass the girl. I felt up her vagina once, and it is a fact that she enjoyed it, and initiated the experience. I had her consent. No intercourse or oral sex took place – she was still virginal after our encounters. There were a few other incidents with the girl, but not as extreme, and consent was given each time. There has been no other illegal or questionable sexual activity with underage girls since that time. Anyway, I have made further confessions on my Alpine Comics youtube channel if people want to know the gory details of the sins of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. I haven't really written anything on my life since about November last year, apart from the last chapter which was just information for the most part on genealogy. What can I say? Mostly about business as usual. The same old same old. I went to my sisters for meals once or twice or so, and apart from that, not much activity. I've been to Mental Health group activities far less often this year, mostly staying home and doing my videos for my youtube accounts, and writing my stories. Not much else. I've seen my friend Justin Angold a few times, but in the last month he hasn't really been around. Rob Preston has shown up a bit, and we continue to chat and be friends. I ran into an old United Pentecostal Church Christian friend of mine the other day, Ray Ceely, who follows father and son doctrine of the new testament in relation to the doctrine of the nature of God, a doctrine I held to in the latter time of my christian faith. He still goes to UPC about once a week, and sees Paul Saberton, another Father and Son pentecostal, who lives in Spence in Belconnen in Canberra, and suffers from MS. Ray seemed in good health and spirit, and it was good to chat with him and catch up, albeit briefly. My uncle Gerald is coming to visit us here in Canberra and stay with us a while later on in the year. Uncle Gerald (Baker) lives in Cottingham in Yorkshire in England, just outside of Hull were I was born. He's my mother's older brother. He's a very faithful catholic man, like dad was and mum is, and he's a kind and considerate fellow, but mum said he can be strict. Next year mum and Brigid are planning another trip to the UK – they've been on a few in recent years – and I'll be on my own yet again for a while. I've barely been out of Tuggeranong this year, and might have been to Civic once or twice, if that. I live online for the most part, and nothing much is happening in terms of Karaite Noahide activity online, and never really is, but there have been a few people who have joined my Karaite Noahide facebook groups from their own choice, rather than being added into the group (an option with facebook groups) which accounts for about 99% of the group. I have prayed over the group, though, that those who are in the group will take an interest in Karaite Noahide faith, and I use scripture chapters when I pray about the issue. God teaches me that he doesn't want to teach me the truth about world to come issues, and bullshits me about it when I press him because of it. He just won't confess any facts on that issue either way, but I think he seems to be leaning me towards it just being a heavenly afterlife. I'm very annoyed at his inconsistency, but what can I do huh? Just the way it goes. There has since November last year continued to be a lot of prayer prayed by myself, and that will continue, I would imagine, into the foreseeable future. I continue to collect my comics, but now only collect DC comics, because I am having to make budget changes to afford my tobacco, which has caused some financial concerns. But the issues should be hopefully resolved soon enough. There is no romance happening in my life. There was a Noahide girl online who I had a bit of interest in, Daniela Shmulevich from Finland, but I got up the courage to ask her about her love life, and she said there were no Noahides in Finland that she could date, and so she was with a Christian guy. I let the issue drop after that, and had been subtle about my interest. I've prayed a lot that God would marry me to Taylor Swift – yes, I know. Keep on dreaming Daniel. But I fancy the girl, like Katy Perry, and they are the subject of ongoing stories in the Angels Saga with the main character based on myself. I don't buy as many books as I used to any more, nor CDs, which come in more slowly now, but I do continue buying a lot of comics. For the most part it continues to be a quiet life here at 29 Merriman Crescent in Macarthur, which I've said before, and nothing appears as if it will change much for the time being. But what the future holds, God only knows. I continue to remain content enough and happy enough with my life when all things are considered, but there are things I would like to be happening in my life if they could. But no yet, that is all I get from God. He's getting around to answering my prayers eventually he tells me. I guess I just have to make do for the time being. So for the time being life goes on much as usual, and that's the way it is.

Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia, June 2016

Chapter Sixty-Seven

Written Saturday 2nd of July 2016 / 6179 SC. Here we go again. The election in Australia is today, and I voted yesterday, as I had no easy way to get to voting today. I voted for the Bullet Train Party in the House of Representatives and the Sustainable Australia Party in the Senate as my first choices. There was no Palmer United Party this time, so I couldn't vote for them. It could be very close, the ultimate result of this election, as polls have them neck and neck, or the liberals with a slight lead. But with the swinging voters, the Medicare scare from Labour might just get them home. Time will tell soon enough. I had my injection yesterday, to keep my schizophrenia under control, and went to the Friday afternoon group for Mental Health in Tuggeranong again. My life is mostly consistent enough these days, if nothing out of the ordinary. I don't exactly reach dizzying heights with amazing experiences, and a wealth of friendships. Quiet, conservative, and it just seems to be the way it is, whether I like it or not. Comics, my writings and videos, and generally TV and music remain the biggest things. I have a new youtube page for my Alpine Comics project, and I'm starting to comic reviews for it. I'll probably keep at that for quite some time. There is still nothing happening on the romance front, and hasn't been for ages. I don't anticipate anything anytime soon either. Just more of the same. I'm still praying a lot, and that keeps me going. A good nightly meal is often one of the real hilights of the day, and I look forward to what mum cooks up for me each night. I had an omelette last night, but she's shopping today, so there will be some yummy food in the house for the next few days, before we gobble it all up, and get back to standard fare for the rest of the week till the next shop. Mum calls the luxuries we eat comfort food, and I guess she is probably right in the end. I had a blood sugar test done by mum for me the other day, and I had a reading of 5.8 which is very acceptable. I had blood tests done a few months back, actually, and everything is under control, except I was a little low on Vitamin D, which means I need a little more sun. I'm doing tighter budgeting now, and am doing a 4 week budget, where I spread the cost of the monthly bills over each fortnight, instead of paying for them once a month, which has usually led to financial difficulties a bit, because the bills tend to all come at once, and sometimes I've spent way too much on ebay to really afford my regular bills and standard comic standing order from Impact Comics in Civic. But it's all carefully budgeted now, and I seem to be finally sticking with it and more properly living within my means. I haven't seen my friend Justin Angold for a while, and its been a few weeks now since I've caught up with Rob Preston, but I assume he will probably show his head soon enough as he usually does. I've still got a crush on Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, but reality says I'm not going to be famous anytime soon, so keep on dreaming Daniel. I've written a few more early parts of new 'Morning Stars' projects over the last few weeks, and hope to get the first chapter of all initial 70 Morning Stars titles done by the end of my earthly sojourn as a minimum. Hopefully I'll do all 140 and get all the Female Seraphim covered as well. I try to make sure I have a decent idea for each different Morning Stars title, and that each offers something unique and enjoyable and entertaining in terms of readability. The spirit commented to me that my Morning Stars titles should probably have something a bit special about them, which stands them out from the rest of the titles in the Angels Saga. Morning Stars was the book which started it all, and each of them probably needs to be special. I do my best. My brother Greg has settled in back in his home in Forrestfield in Perth, and has also settled in to his aged care work now. He's a carer who visits the elderly in their own homes, and we had a lot of them for dad in his old age. Christie, Greg's wife, still works at Medicare, so I feel their job now, with James their son in year 3, is to work steadily for a decade, raise James, get a lot of the house paid off, and just get on with things. The same should really be true for my sisters and their home loans. Get stuck into work, and just keep at it. I wish them all well. I don't really believe in any world to come on Earth anymore – just a heavenly reality after death. That's the end of the issue for the most part now. I'm still content. I'm still happy enough with my life. I'd like it better, but God tells me I have to continue to work for that, and just keep on plugging away with what I'm doing in reality to make things work out in the long term. Time and patience – patience and time. I don't really have many other realistic options apart from that. Just keep at it really. I really need to get out on a holiday one of these days, or go to a concert or something, so that I can have some experience to write about in this autobiography/journal. But I'm not always that motivated, and probably like the comfort of home too much. But as time passes, and I get older and more established in my Karaite Noahide faith, God tells me more blessing will gradually come, and that I have to earn these things from life also. As I said, time and patience, patience and time. But mostly, yeh, life's good. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Sixty-Eight

Written Sunday 21st of August 2016 / 6179 SC. When God or the Holy Spirit has outstayed his welcome, and continues to talk with you using your voice, day after day, week after week, year after year, boy it pisses me of. I have told God many times to fuck off and leave me alone, but he continues to hang around and bother me. I don't get very much peace of mind because he controls my voicebox and talks to me all day long. He also has voices in the distance who speak to me, and criticize me and comment on my life. It is both frustrating and annoying and I can't get on with a real life because spiritual things won't take the hint and fuck right off. Dear God, this is a message to you. I have read your Tanakh in full and listened to it on youtube. I have taken note that you like to present yourself as a moral God who judges people for their wicked and evil behaviours and tries to preserve law and order in the world, thus doing the things mankind judges you are responsible for doing. It is point taken that you have acted responsibly enough and have earned the name you are trying to earn. I have assessed your laws and your morals and find them redundant. It is morality which has a life code associated with it which, while it can still be applied in this current era and lived by, I find too restrictive and not in harmony with the greater truths of existence of my personal self and being. It appears you have a morality code which you think the creation should function by, which comes from your inner heart of love and concern and sense of propriety. You like to care and show yourself a heartfelt and feeling person. Life is simply not like that for many of us, though. I, personally, could not give much of a shit if you are a great god of loving conern to the jewish people. That emotional stuff is mostly a pile of shit to Daniel Daly. Having said that, the violence and evil of Satan is also equally a pile of shit, and just as much non-attractive. My personal preference is for calm and non-aggressive people, who will not attempt to rip me off and steal things from me, nor attempt to sexually molest me or bully me. Further, they would not try to rule over me and tell me what to do from their own elitist mindset of authoritarianism, which is exactly what you are trying to do in my life. I find it distasteful, discourteous, arrogant, rude and wrong. And it really fucking sucks. In terms of an emotional connection with a woman, I don't want a woman who loves me. Love sucks. I would like a woman who likes me somewhat, and has a sense of loyalty to me, because she relates to me, and appreciates that I would not hurt her, judge her, and be faithful and kind to her eternally. Also, because we have common interests, can like comics and music and modern pop culture, although she doesn't have to like all the things I like, and because we are compatible and can laugh at things and have intelligent and sarcastic conversation. Girls like Katy Perry and Taylor Swift – although awfully expensive and way beyond my league – seem ideal. I would appreciate some effort from yourself, if you are willing and happy to do it, to promote my noahide books and noahide videos culture to a significant enough degree to earn the fame and fortune to put me into the same 'Scene' for want of a better word as Katy Perry and Taylor Swift. Loving them is not difficult. I find them awesome girls, and would thus like an opportunity to meet them, get to know them, and have a family with both of them if possible. I am not looking for a weird menage a trois, though. I am a conservative catholic old gentleman about those ideas, but I do like old testament biblical ideas about more than one wife, personally. That works for Daniel Daly. Now, I don't object to you sending in a theophany to chat with me, and he can become friends with me also if he chooses to. I HATE the personal presence of you speaking with my voice – it fucking sucks, and I detest it. But a personal theophany of yourself who hangs around from time to time, and can take a hint to fuck off if I need a break, well that is generally ok. And, in fact, that has always probably been ok. I don't mind friends. OK, God. Well that is a message to you Ehyeh Asher Ehyeh. Now, people, what have I been doing in my life in the last while? Pretty much the same old same old. Life, at home, writing in the Angels Saga, listening to music, watching TV, and enjoying the current Olympics, and listening to the bible on youtube. It is ok, the bible. The morality is strict, but it will do. It creates a system of life to manage your time with, and while too restrictive for me, I can see the benefits in many of the laws and protocols and procedures it expects. Robert Preston came around the other day, and we chatted, and had a few smokes. It was a good enough time. I went to group last week, and had a chat with my doctor. And I had an NDIS lady come and visit me and help me establish my NDIS plan. All that is now under control and life will continue much the same as it has done these past years. Well, that will do for this entry. The letter to God – Please take it seriously Jehovah – and I guess I will leave it at that. For now, cheers to all and sundry, and good luck Team GB in the final days of 2016 Rio. Bye.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Sixty-Nine

Written Wednesday 31st of August 2016 / 6179 SC. Well, its been an active enough ten days since my last entry. I had my injection again, and my nurse, Margaret, weighed me, and I'd lost about a kilo since the last weigh in. I've been on a diet for a few weeks, and I no longer have much at all in the way of 'Sugary Sweet Extras' in my diet. One packet of biscuits is all I am allowed each week – no more ice cream, or crème vanilla cups, or much chocolates or meringues or apricot delight or the other sugary extras mum bought for us a bit each week. The weight is now finally going down, and one thing I have noticed is that I finally have the discipline to stick with this diet permanently. It's finally there. I look forward already to my next weigh-in. I did have a burger from Red Rooster that day, so didn't get my pack of bickies for the week, which mum agreed on, but she did allow me 2 Kingston bikkies, which was tolerated. I long to be slimmer as I was in younger years, so maybe one day I will actually get married – fingers crossed. I had a tooth removed last Thursday at the local dentist here at the Chisholm shops, behind the shops next to Aldi supermarket. The night before I had a terrible toothache as well as bellyache, and I'd told God that the pain I was enduring had been a little too much for me to bear at times. It was beyond my limit, the double affect, and boy was I crook. It was frikking horrible. I don't like pain very much, you know. Who does? I was due another appointment the following week to get a bottom molar also removed, which had been a bit painful, but the top one had been the main problem, and it had been pressuring the bottom one, and when the top one was removed the bottom one since then has not caused any more problems. I'll leave my teeth be for the time being. I had a mail slip from Australia post delivered to my mail box and I had to get over to Narrabundah in south Canberra to get the damn item. That is half way across town. My sister agreed to take me to the post office to get it, and it was open on Saturday, so we went on Saturday to get it. I had assumed it was some of the comics I had ordered from eBay, but after all the fuss it was just a damn little cheap keyring I'd ordered on eBay. Mum commented about all the fuss for not much at all. It was a little bit of life's ironies I felt. The drive out there wasn't really wasted, though, as I got brekkie from my sister Brigid, and she had arranged with me for her to do some time at her work for Defence in the Russell Offices. She left me in the car, and I used her mobile phone internet a bit, and prayed a bit, but I had to go to the toilet, so I rang mum who rang Brigid (as her work phone number wasn't on her mobile – she obviously doesn't need to ring herself at work) and she came and got me and I did my business in a toilet in side the Russell Offices in Defence. It was a tiny locker room, and a very claustrophobic sort of space. I sat in the foyer and waited for my sister, and she took about another 45 mintues. I read a newspaper, and had fantasies about defense and stuff. I smelt a bit of the spirit of Australia in those offices, and the place was called Safebase Charlie. In the last few days I've felt a lot better since recovering from the horrible night of my toothace, and I am now back to full strength. But it was a bloody awful experience. I've just gotten my youtube noahide videos account today up to 300 videos, and I now have 26 subscribers to the account. Usually I get one or two subscribers a month, and this has been consistent, so in time, potentially, I could actually build an audience for all of my work. Fingers crossed. I am mostly now working on the 'Rebirth' series in the Angels saga. The sequel to the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny in the Angels saga is the Transformed series, and I haven't written any more on that for a while, but I am mostly working on the sequel to Transformed which is, as I said, the Rebirth era in the Angels Saga. Volume one is called 'Avalon Daly' and the ideas are coming along consistently enough. Team GB ultimately got 27 Gold Medal's at the Rio Olympics, just 2 behind their London effort, and they actually finished second on the medals table behind the USA, beating China for the first time. This was an extraordinary effort for Team GB. I support Team GB wholeheartedly at the Summer Olympics, as I was born in England, and have always been patriotic towards English sports. But I support Australia at the Winter Olympics, apart from the event of the Long Jump, where Eddie the Eagle and Great Britain will always have my heart. But in the rest of the events, GO AUSTRALIA!!! I've never really been an 'Aussie' but I am an Australian, and a proud 'Territorian' of the Australian Capital Territory. Canberra suits me extraordinarily well, and I really like the city. I watched a bit of the Olympics on TV – Channel 7 covered it this time – and Australia did moderatly ok, 8 Gold medals in the end I think, but that is a par enough score as far as I am concerned. I remember the 1984 olympics in LA were Australia only got 3 gold medals, so 8 is still a great effort in my book. The footie finals are just about upon us and both Hawthorn in the AFL and Bulldogs in the NRL are in with a shot at making it this year. Not sure if the Bulldogs will get it, but Hawthorn is still a realistic chance, especially as the finished on the same points as the number one team, but were slightly behind on percentages. Anyway, still single – no change yet, and I'm not planning on there being any yet either. I am committed to living with my mother until her passing, so marrying at this stage is not even that realistic very much anyway. Apart from all that, its been the standard stuff of writing, video making, internetting, music and TV and food. And a lot of sleep. That's life. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Seventy

Written Wednesday 14th of September 2016/6179 SC. It has been a regular enough fortnight since my last entry. I have been doing writing, haven't gone out much, got my new arrival of comics, and been living a quiet life. I've produced videos, and have now just about completed the work on the Advancing Noah Movement. I'd like to make a judgment here: Autobiography 1 of myself is official doctrine for the ANM, and Autobiography 2 is also official doctrine for the ANM, up to and including this chapter. Of course, it is also my personal domain of information as well, naturally. This chapter is also official doctrine for the Canberra Noahides – Biblical Noahides movement, which is initially being formed as a spirituality but may possibly progress into full religious status. Canberra Noahides was my first idea for a Noahide movement back in 1999, while living in Greenhaven court in Hughes in the Woden District, just after I first entered Noahide faith. Some of the AOFs of ANM were judged as insufficient in doctrine, so I have removed them from ANM and put them into the Canberra Noahides movement. Canberra Noahides is a separate religion/Spirituality from the Advancing Noah Movement, yet where one ends, the other begins and where one begins, the other ends. They are linked, and one with each other in many ways, but separate from each other in many ways. Perhaps they are like a husband and wife, one flesh, but two distinct people. And perhaps there may end up family of them. They are Magogite religion, which as you can see further back in this autobiographical information is where I claim my descent, but it is available for all the Noahide Nations to study, as well as the Gentile Abrahamide, Israelide and Davidide Gentile nations to check doctrinal things on, hopefully with a bit of courtesy. I haven't really been sick at all in the last 2 weeks, which has been a relief from the bloody horrible tooth problem I had not long ago. I have recovered now, but it did knock me about a fair bit that incident. Thank God I'm better now. I think I probably have genuinely decided to follow through with Karaite Faith as being the spiritual truths I recognize and take the plain meaning from well enough, the scriptures naturally being interpreted in context of their immediate surrounds, and the context of the Tanakh as a whole, as well as pertinent archaeological information, traditional dictionary meanings of the Hebrew and Aramaic words preserved in the culture, and anything of genuine historical value which has remained from that time which can inform us on the nature of factors relevant to the Tanakh. I don't ignore ancient works of other cultures – not at all. And I don't dismiss Babylonian flood legends just for the sake of deferring to the Bible. I acknowledge them, but I genuinely think they got their traditions from history itself, which the bible more truthfully records, and not the bible borrowing from Babylon, which is a common view out there. Secularists like to dismiss the whole bible and call it a contraption – I don't really agree with that. There is far more truth, I think, than they are really prepared to acknowledge. Oh, by the way, these Autobiographies are not just my history, but also my journal and thoughts and source of ideas and other things relevant to me. It is not just what I have gone through. I had a dream last night. Odette Wells was in it, and I cracked on to her, and she liked me a bit, and told her girlfriends about it. My sister Brigid had a party for her friends, and had fried chicken, but I had to eat the regular household food – and this part was at 6 Bradley street in Cooma. And I was hanging with this posh girl in Perth, and went to her families house, and her dad gave me a lecture. It was a very weird dream, but I have had a shitload of weird dreams over the years. One day I might write all about them. Perhaps do novels or movies on them. The Bulldogs are out of the NRL finals, but Hawthorn arestill in the AFL finals. Go the Hawks! Hull City Tigers are doing ok at the moment in Premiere league, and are currently in the top half of the ladder. We'll see how the season pans out. DJ Xadd was the music for the ANM, and now it is DJ Xaddadaxx being the music for the Canberra Noahides. I have separate playlists for them on my Noahide Videos channel. Anyway, on romance yet, but I am still hoping to marry Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, so I will let you know how that eventuates. I know, I know – keep on dreaming Daniel san. I hear Monkey mocking me with those words already. Dinner last night was a chicken stew, but both me and mum admitted it was a bit bland. Mum usually makes quite tasty dinners, but sometimes they are a little under par. Just how they sort of come out. She has a fair bit of variety in the dinners she prepares, and I am eternally and very grateful to her for all the hard work she has done for me over the years. Thanks mum. I tidied up my room a bit yesterday, and adjusted some things which had been a bit awkward for a while, and now it is looking better. I am not the tidies of people most of the time, but some times I give a damn. I got an additional payment last week from the NDIS scheme – a Taxi allowance, and seeing as I in fact use the taxi once per fortnight to go down the street, this allowance is in fact quite justified. I have suggested that I may wish to visit the board games club in Deakin perhaps, so we will see how that goes, but I have a genuine use for the taxi allowance on a regular basis regardless, and am appreciative of having it. Anyway, that will do for now. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Chapter Seventy-One

Written Sunday 13th of November 2016 CE / Sunday 13th of November 6179 SC. Two months since my last entry, not much change in life. Quiet. Business as usual. I have attended group activities a little, went swimming, attended a Friday lunch group, and had my injection. Apart from that quiet times at home. Was quite sick recently, bad stomach ache, and felt like I'd had enough of pain for life. Can't change that can we? Pain is part of the package. Have learned to be more careful with what I eat and not to overeat to much. It was a spicy pizza which caused the problems, with anchovies. Way too much for my gut. Mostly internetting is my life these days. People come and go on facebook, and I don't have many friends who seem to last with conversations on an ongoing basis. There are a few I get in contact with occasionally, but we tend to drift apart after a while. I probably should make more of an effort, but I sort of think if they aren't terribly interested in me best to let things be for the most part. I run a number of facebook groups, including some DC Comics ones which have a bit of a fanbase, and some comments from a regular. One of them gets new member requests nearly every day, and will possibly grow quite large in time, the current popularity of DC being the main reason I think. A cousin of mum's daughter, Marie Gordon, came and visited us this month. I only said hello, and we are friends on facebook, but there is a bit of family here in Australia. We don't see them very much, and the offspring of our Daly uncles and aunts don't contact us at all hardly, apart from a recent contact of a Kevin Daly, who is the grandson of uncle Vincent, my father's brother. He lives in California, but he was over here a few months back, though I didn't get an opportunity to meet him. There is an occasional email from him, but not much other contact. I think my sister Brigid chats with him a little bit. I've continued working on creating videos for youtube, and October was an extremely busy month for that activity, but November has been quiet so far. I think I'm recharging somewhat, which I like to tell myself from time to time. I still watch a bit of TV, mostly at nights on my own when I watch on my own, otherwise I just watch what mum is watching, which is usually a lot of English TV, though we watch a lot of the quiz game shows together. I don't have the patience anymore to sit through an entire movie in one sitting – I need to watch it piecemeal, its the only way I get through them. Mostly its music now which is my main form of entertainment, and an occasional comic. I hardly read any books at all these days, unlike when I was young, and the bible reading has dropped down quite a lot in recent weeks, although there was a time a few months back when I would listen to books of the bible on youtube for many days in a row. It was pretty concentrated for a brief period. Music videos on youtube is one of my main pastimes as well, and it is mostly music which is getting me through this life in reality. I tend to collect the full collections of my favourite musical artists, and usually follow them throughout their careers. I mostly like the quite popular acts from very commercial artists in pop, rock and metal. I have owned a fair few albums from minor artists over the years, I am not unknown to try something out, but I usually like the critically acclaimed popular music, simply because I do find it is usually popular because its the best stuff. I go for quality in my musical tastes usually. I have now canceled my comics standing order from Impact comics, and will instead by future issues of the ones I am collecting slowly as back issues, likely mostly on ebay. I'll just chip away at it now, as I mostly want to have my income free to spend on whatever I might want each week. I have recently arranged my allowance to be paid weekly instead of fortnightly, so it comes in separate payments. The two payments differ in amount by about $80, and I also now get an NDIS taxi allowance as I do use the taxis very regularly. I sleep very irregular hours, so it is just not realistic anymore to expect myself to return to a regular hours job again. I don't think I could really manage it now. I sleep all over the clock, and its just too difficult to get sleeping patterns aligned to sleeping at night consistently. Really, the videos and stories I write and religious doctrine I write is my job now. Just the way it is. Not really any money in it, but it keeps me busy enough, so it is the calling for life now. I don't expect it to change now – just the way it really is. I have been thinking about maybe going on a holiday, and mum has suggested it, but I probably won't. Not anytime soon. I am too fat in reality to be able to get around terribly much – my medication sedates me quite a bit, and so I don't have the energy to be as active as I used to be, and don't burn as many calories because of it. It is the reality for schizophrenic medication for many of us who suffer. Very common for mental health patients on meds to be fat – most of the males in my mental health group carry substantial girths. The plan, now, is that when my mother passes one day in the future (ok, when she dies), that my sister will sell her house and buy this house here at 29 Merriman crescent, paying out a quarter share to me, my brother Gregory and my sister Jacinta, and I will be given some of the back yard where I will have built a granny flat, as they call them, which I jokingly call my 'Danny Flat'. It can be up to 90 square meters in area, so that is about three quarters the size of this house (a 3 bedder) and will almost be a townhouse in size. It will be big enough for me, though, and if I am lucky enough to meet a girl it could theoretically house a small family. Time will tell on that, but I still think maybe one day. I think God might be looking for me to have home security before he gives me a family – he's suggest this might be the case a number of times. So perhaps not yet in the life of Daniel Daly, but one day. Anyway, life is still good enough, and I am still happy enough with it. Cheers for now.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Seventy-Two

Written Tuesday February 14th 6180sc/2017ce. In the mid 1980s the family had a family trip to Victoria. I've spoken a little about this before. We had a caravan attached to the back of the car, which was put up and folded down when driving. I remember long straight roads in Victoria which went on forever. We stayed at a placed called Creswick for a while. It was quite green at the time, and there was probably a lot of rain. We went to a dinosaur park, which had a flying fox. My sister Brigid hurt her leg around this time, and it had a big hole in it. We went to Bendio and Ballarat, and near them we visited a cousin of mothers. Her husband was in the army, and I remember playing on their dartboard. At Bendigo we went to a railway museum, and either Bendigo or Ballarat had the old curiousity shop which I wanted to go to. There was a tower in a park in Bendigo which we climbed, and got a good view, but I didn't like the heights very much. At Ballarat we visited Sovereign Hill, wich had an old town style recreation park, which was were I bought a printing of an old newspaper which I gave to dad. My brother Matthew bought a medallion from the place, which I own now, as Matt died a few years back. I actually looked up its value online long ago, and it was the first in a series. It's worth a few bucks. There was an old style bowling alley, and I paid ten cents from memory to have a go. If you knocked down certain arrangements of pins you got money rewards. There was a lollie store, where I seem to remember them making licorice. Of course Sovereign Hill is where they found gold in gold rush times, and you could pan for gold, but had to pay for any gold you found, ironically. We went through Melbourne, and between Melbourne and Sale, were we stayed, the car got a flat tyre on the highway and dad had to change it. We stayed at Sale caravan park for a while, and we rented a TV there. I don't remember much else, apart from visiting a winery I think, and seeing huge casks. It was a great holiday, and I enjoyed it heaps. Anyway, since my last entry not much has happened. Been at home most of the time doing videos. Got my injection recently, but I haven't been going to group at all. I've already mentioned in a video my uncle returned home to the UK at the end of January. The trip we had before he left to Mt Stromlo was very interesting. I recall it was a hot day, and this summer has been the hottest ever in Australia. I had a brief look around a small museum there, and when we left we went past the residences of astronomers who worked there. It's a large astronomical observatory, west of Weston Creek. There were great views all around the region, and its one of those great places to go for a cafe trip, like the Arboretum and Tesltra Tower, whichare not far from Mt Stromlo, both with great views. Canberra has a number of quite good places to go out for a bite for a weekend day trip especially. I remember buying some carrot cake from the cafe at Mt Stromlo, and taking it home in a little box. Since then I've been mostly at home, apart from going down in the taxi a few times to the BP to buy ciggies and stuff. I started buying TV week for mum for a bit, and she likes using its TV guide. I bought another copy of 'The Hobbit' recently on ebay. It's a third printing of a much latter impression from 1972. Haven't had any visitors for a while. Most of my life is online these days, as people might know from past entries. Mum bought a new large fan for the summer heat, and it works well enough. But you have to have it blowing on you, as it doesn't really cool the room like coolers or air conditioners do. The last few days have seen the long heatwave finally die down, and it has been extremely welcome relief. It was not a pleasant summer, and I look forward to the cooler autumn weather. I follow the Hull City Tigers, who are in Premiere League again this season, and they got a new coach recently and are finally starting to win their home games. At this stage they might just stay up for next season, and not get relegated. Fingers crossed. Got some more comics online, and have been buying some nice stamps on ebay. I've been adding them to the collection I inherited from my brother. My brother Greg is studying again, computer programming this time. Mum helped him afford it. It's actually his birthday today, so I might speak to him on the phone tonight. Him and Christie have only one kid, James, and he turns 41 today, and she's 40, so its looking less likely now they'll have another kid. They were talking about an investment property, and considering places like Queanbeyan and Cooma. I did a bit of an annual call up of old friends in early February, and had a few chats. Old church friends now I'm starting to let go of somewhat, as time has passed, and lives have moved on. Things are slowly happening in Karaite Noahide faith, and there are a couple of new people I talk to online who sort of identity as Karaite Noahides. God tells me he answers my prayers, so maybe one day there will be a few more of us. I've still got crushes on Taylor Swift and Katy Perry, and Katy's new song, chained to the rhythm, I've been enjoying on youtube. Nothing terribly much going on at the moment, all things considered, but its sort of a deliberate choice of mine not to worry too much about that yet, as I have work to do on my religious things, and I just want to continue with that for the time being. I'll get out and do something with the world again soon enough I would imagine, but for the time being its videos for the most part, a few new stories in the Angels saga, and my music, comics and a bit of TV. Life is still ok, and thats about it. All the best to everyone . Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Seventy-Three

NOTE: This was initially going to be in the third autobiography, but I have put it back to the second one now on the 6th of May 6180 SC. Written Thursday 13th of April 6180 SC. Hey there. Starting all over again in some ways, here we go again with the third of my Autobiographies, generally to be consistent with the two prior. Those 2 were and are part of the ANM Canon, while this third one is part of the CBN Canon. So that is settled. I have recently completed the ANM Canon, today actually with finalizing things, though there might be a few more things which need to be done with the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, some loose ends, and maybe a few tales to properly explain things. But it is most likely about 99% complete, so the ANM Canon is just about home, but there are still a few issues to resolve. There will likely be accompaniment canon from CBN also known as the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, as well as the Transformed and Rebirth sagas, which are now part of CBN. I had started work on some Morning Stars ideas, but they have now been placed into Morning Stars itself, and with Evening Stars and a few of the short stories in Anthology, which technically were out of chronological order, which were placed into Morning Stars, over 100,000 words now fill that novel, and it is finally complete after all these years. I doubt very much I'll add any more to it (But I'm not absolutely certain I won't wand some amendments one day). Usually its a tinkering job to make things work well for the story plot, and seek out making the whole saga consistent with itself, which takes work. ANM Videos are complete. Nothing more really need be done on them. I am happy with the Rainbow Bibles, and see no need to change them now. They should do. Each of the ANM AOF Rainbow Bibles works in harmony with the central ANM Rainbow Bible, which supports each of the Seven Divine Fellowships and the Assemblies of Faith. Well, that's my work. Today I want to a barbecue for mental health at the Lake Tuggeranong picnic area, near the Skate Park and Tuggeranong Pool. There were some attractive ladies there, but I didn't bother talking to them, too shy really, and with my weight I don't really want to bother trying chasing a lady, not until I at least own my own place one day. The single life for me, these days, and that's just the way it is. I talked with Marcus Chuan Chi Chin today at the barbecue, and he had his polaroid camera with him. They are the cameras which take a picture instantly, which comes out of the camera, and develops over an hour. He took a photo of me and gave it to me, and I uploaded it to Facebook, and gave it to mum after that. Marcus is a good friend and we chatted for a while. I also chatted with Sean and Brett and Steve, and then we went to the Mental Health clinic, were I got my monthly injection, and then went home. This evening mum went to Mass at the local Catholic Church for the Holy Thursday Mass. We chatted about how they no longer insist the washing of the feet is for 12 males only, as they do whoever now. I have been listening to the Bible on Youtube in recent times. It's a little bit easier than reading it yourself, and I continue to grow and develop in my faith, walking with God. I received two new CDs in the mail today which I had purchased on eBay, 'No Place in Heaven' by Mika, and the first album by Kirsty Lee Akers, an Australian country singer. My CD collection is growing again, and I have a lot of good music to choose from these days, though much of my music listening is on youtube. The plan is still to visit and stay with my brother in a few weeks, when mum goes to England for a holiday. I like Perth, and am looking forward to the holiday. I am still concentrating on making sure I stick to my weekly budget to pay my bills properly, and things are working out on it well these days. I give my brother Greg $10 every week, and have done so for a little while now, which I pay him for a bank deposit from my bank account. He buys a comic every few months from that money for his family, which I asked him to do, and its my way of supporting Greg and Christie and James, giving that little tiny break from the hard money earning of working a regular job. I am still praying, and will continue on doing so, and I still want to marry one day, but time will tell on whether that will happen or not. I am getting older now, though. My comic collection is still continuing to grow, and in the end I would have bought thousands of comics over life by the time I get to the end of it all. I have beliefs that what we acquire in life we acquire in life for eternity, so I am hoping all my past possessions, which were sacrificed to my heavenly ownership many many times, are all waiting for me. Eternity should be very entertaining should it all be there for me when I reach the next life. Here's hoping. Life goes on. I am content enough with it, and intend to walk in life the whole way through, as I enjoy it well enough, and just wouldn't quit on it anyway. My father Cyril lived to 84, and I take him as a sign of strength in the family that we persevere and don't quit and take an easy option to get out of our life circumstances. Even it its hard you endure, and whatever will be will be. Anyway, I have said enough. Life is good enough here at 29 Merriman Crescent in Macarthur at the moment. Take care everyone. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Seventy-Four

Written Friday 12th of May 2017 / 12th of May 6180 SC. Greetings and salutations. Another day, another 2 cents. Hah. Serioiusly, 2 cents for my last month in monetization on youtube. Very dry period.Not much happening. I spent some time yesterday and today doing promos for Noahide Books and Noahide Videos Bible, and hopefully it will pay off. Usual stuff of ads on Facebook and Twitter and Youtube. Gradually it builds. The good lord has told me once I have a solid enough foundation of genuine interest he will bless me work and give me the huge audience I am asking for. I pray that will be true. I went in yesterday for my monthly mental health injection. Adrian took me in the van as usual, and Brett Love was there also. We chatted, I made silly jokes, and Adrian gave me one of those looks more than once. I gave Brett some suggestions of establishing some videos on youtube to make a start at a creativity career, and Brett talked about some basic jobs he could do, like selling chocolates and lemonade. Brett is a nice guy, with a sedate sort of nature. I have noticed that about some of the people in the Mental Health group. Some of them seem sedate at times, and it is not just the meds doing it. Personality thing. But the group has its sparks as well. After my injection there was the conversation group, at the back of the Hyperdome in the eating square. I bought a chinesemeal, which I thought was average actually. There was a new girl in group I noticed, called Shanaya (Not sure how you spell her name), which I first spied at the group BBQ a few weeks back. She is tall, slim, ravenhaired, and actually quite attractive. Haven't talked to her yet, might get to know her in time. Did a lot of videos over the last 24 hours, and had to continue to work again on the Noahide Videos Bible, which I had intended to finish with 700 videos, but realistically, for any real chance of a future income from the vids, they just have to continue whether I really like it or not. So I have to drain my brain, come up with some new doctrine from time to time, ring out a new tune for the music, harass the comedy dolls for new material, and stick to my guns, keep at it, perserver, and produce some new shizz to keep the ball rolling. AMEN. After the convo group I headed up to Vinnies, and bought 3 cds. Jewel's 'Spirit' album, Enya's 'The Celts' album and Rogue Traders 'Here Come the Drums' album, all for $2 each, totalling $6. I put my change into the vinnies charity box, and had to wait 20 minutes more than Adrian said he'd pick me up by. He is traditionally often late from what he says he will be. Some of the time he is indeed right on time, but due to the nature of his work, and that I think he likes to take his work at a leisurely pace at time, he is late at times. It's not too problematic, but some times, like for anyone, it can be annoying. Such is life. I sat there, on the front of Vinnie, sitting on the brick foundations, looking at life in the carpark at the back of the hyperdome. Life came and went, people went into the store, an ocker sort of Aussie bloke sat near by me for a while, another bloke bought a long and thin bookcase sort of thing from Vinnies, and managed to get it into his car, fitting it over the top of the drivers front seat. He said to me 'You didn't think I would fit it in, did you?' and I think I responded, 'No I thought you might.' That's the kind of ordinary life we all live, isn't it. Hanging around here and there, people's lives coming and going with their regular humdrum. I think it was the same bloke I saw earlier looking at some records he'd bought from the store, a Rose Tattoo and Joan Armatrading one among them. He was checking there condition. Probably important, I think, to check the condition of the records before you buy them secondhand from a thrift store, but beggars can't be chooser can they? Mum did the shopping today. She bought the usual sort of stuff, and I just had a couple of Twiggies (Meat sticks), a couple of cream caramel's, and a small Magnum ice cream. We discussed about how she buy junk food at the moment about every second week. Probably the way to go really. Can't indulge all the time, have to be careful about what we eat. Got some new comics recently, and my comic collection is growing again. About 1000 DC comics I currently own. Still working on world to come theology and ideas, trying to get the truth from God on the issue. Perhaps it is just a big fantasy in the end, and wishful thinking from the Israelite prophets, but maybe, just maybe. Who knows. Time might tell. I think, as I say very regularly, life is good enough, and I am happy enough with it. I am still desiring a marriage partner, and in my dreams it would be Taylor Swift. But if and when it happens one day I will be faithful and true to my marriage partner, and love her as my own flesh. I am and remain content, and am happy enough with the life God has given me, for which I am eternally grateful. It's a hard enough life, but it is worth it, and I don't think I would want to be anyone else apart from myself. I am not envious or jealous of anyone else, but I do admit I wouldn't mind having similar success as the stars have with my own work. If you are listening, Jehovah, please take note. Life is good. Life goes on. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Seventy-Five

(The Final Chapter)

Written Tuesday 23rd of May 6180 sc. When it comes right down to it, God is ok, I guess. It is frustrating walking with God. He is a God of surprises after all. This is it – the final chapter of my autobiography, now chapter Seventy-Five in the readjusted scheme of things. The life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, in reflection, has been a life fraught with youthful adventure, adult seeking, and matured understanding. And a lot of crazy days. But its been good enough – I can't complain too much in the end. I had bubble and squeak for dinner tonight, with a chicken and rice dish. Got some CDs in the mail, and downloaded some free books for my Kindle ebook reader. Mostly things are under control at the moment. And life is resolving itself. The Video Bibles are complete enough, as is the Angels Saga and religious writings. Nothing more really need be done now. It is finished well enough. Life will go on, and there may be more stories and tales to tell one day, and maybe a few more sage words of wisdom, but this is the ending point for the time being, and maybe forever. Perhaps this will do. Perhaps. I will close with a line of final wisdom, here, at 44 years of age. 'Life is good, and sometimes bad, often happy, sometimes sad, we get what we get, whatever that be, the way it is, it seems to me.' Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Seventy-Six

(Beyond the Final Chapter)

Written Tuesday 27th of June 6180 SC / 27th of June 2017. Well, you know, life goes on, as I am wont of saying, so here we go again. A quiet enough month, not much happening. Got my injection, started going to the pool again, and my sister Brigid and her daughter Georgia moved in with us over the weekend. She is letting her sister-in-law and her husband live in her house in Calwell for free for six months initially so they can save a deposit to buy a new home. Very kind of her, and mum thinks she is doing a good thing, but doesn't really want to extend the period from six months to a year which is what Brigid has sort of suggested will be necessary. Time will tell what will happen. Two days from now I will be going to Perth to stay with my brother for about 6 or so weeks while my mum and Brigid and Georgia are having yet another holiday in the UK. I look forward to Perth, as we went on holiday to Greg's there back in 2010/11 (Can't remember which year specifically), and I had a great time there. Time for a double dose. My friend Rob Preston was overseas for a while, but I haven't heard from him since he got back. Might hear from him soon enough I guess. My niece Georgia is going down to the farm tomorrow till Sunday, so it will be just me, mum and Brigid for the next couple of days before I leave. Brigid had her last day of work today, and has the rest of the time off. They head off to England on Monday I think it is. Bought a lot of stuff on ebay recently, and my comic collection has grown again. I am now working on titles in my back issue collection which I only have a few issues of to make sure I have at least what you would call a 'Collection' of various titles. The spirit mentioned to me that things which go in collections, if they are only 1 or 2 in number, are not much of a collection of things, and usually God is more impressed when you have got to around 10 of a particular thing, lest he call the collection a bit odd. I see his point. If you are going to take an interest in something at least 'Keep it real'. I have started collecting Snow Globes and pussy cat figurines, inspired by my devotion to Taylor Swift, who collects such things. I have also started by CDs of musical artists she is into. This might build more in common between us, which is one of my intentions. I still have a big fascination with the lady, and would like to marry her one day (keep dreaming Daniel says Monkey), or at least meet her. Some of her music is not exactly to my taste, like 50 cent, and Kendrick Lamar, but I'll give them a go at least. I like the cat figurines anyway, as we have cats usually as a family, and collecting them is an interesting enough thing to do. I have them currently up on the bookcase, and will go on with collecting more of them over the years, as well as adding to my Snow Globes collection. I like the Snow Globes too, and have joined a couple of Snow Globe collectors groups on facebook. The Karaite Noahide group on Facebook I am part of has seen a fair bit of activity in recent weeks, with Jay Niamon and Charles Mortlockov identifying as Karaite Noahides somewhat, and posting to the group. After years of not much happening in this faith things are starting to emerge a little bit. I continue to pray over various issues quite a bit, but in the last couple of months it has calmed down a bit, but there is still substantial prayer going on. In the end we keep the faith, keep at it, walk with God, and honour our religious beliefs. That is if we are serious and really mean it. I continue to write email letters to DC Comics, which is something I've done for a few years now. I never get responses, but they are mostly just suggestions of things I'd like to see happen at DC Comics. The Chronicles of the Children of Destiny grows slowly now, but I completed chapter three of 'Andrew and Jessica' the other day, so the cogs continue to whirl on this lengthy saga, and I have no firm plans for really ending it any time soon. Mainly, though, working on stories and volumes which are a bit underdone, to make them genuine enough. Just beefing things up a bit, without working on the chronological scope of the storyline much anymore. To close I'll share just a little story from my life at the United Pentecostal Church. I did Bible school at the church there for a while. We would watch videos, and Fred Debear would give teaching on it, and we had manuals which we had to study, and at the end there were tests. I got through one semester, but then in came the general requirements from Fred that at Bible school, which was just a few people, we should probably observe the general church rules of formal and not casual dress. This, bluntly, pissed me off, because I didn't think it should be required in such a setting, and I stopped attending. It was the point where UPC possibly became a bit too legalistic for me, as before than I hadn't really complained about the so called holiness standards before. I didn't last that much longer in the church after that anyway, but that was because I had convictions that because I didn't believe in the Oneness doctrine by then, it was time to go, and I did, and moved flats to Hughes, and only ever returned to UPC a few times since then, for visits. Well, that will do for now. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Seventy-Seven

Written Friday 18th of August 6180 SC / Friday 18th of August 2017. Well, that was an interesting diversion. Six weeks in Forrestfield, Perth, with my brother Gregory and his family. The flight over was horrible. The turbulence really messed me around on the plane, and when I got there I swore I would never fly again. I had to look into alternative ways of getting back to Canberra from Perth, but nothing was viable in a cost effective way. So I had to fly back again on the booked trip. I did so, and it was about one third as bad a feeling as the trip over, but I managed to pull through. But I plan on never flying again in ALL ETERNITY. Just don't think human beings really should be so courageous as to think those planes and things up in the skies which can and do crash are really worth the worry. Statistically, if you fly long enough, you will possibly end up dead in a crash anyway. That life is finished for me. To much fear, and I don't like it. I endured it, and it was hard, and I gave myself a personal bravery award for having the courage to fly back, but never again. Way too much for Danny Daly. In Perth, while there, Emma, a girl on Pinterest, contacted me, who was a Noahide. It ends up she actually was Australian, lived in Perth, and was 16. It was discussed a potential meet-up, but the idea left alone till 2022, when I plan on visiting Perth again (but will be either by train or car, or maybe boat). Emma turned out to be a Karaite Noahide as well. She is the only official female Karaite Noahide I am aware of on the planet. I worked well in my time in Perth. Got lots of videos and stories done. I began a new fanfiction epic in the world of the Hunger Games. I plan on doing that slowly, and have what I think are some exciting ideas for the work. I visited the Forrestfield plaza a few times when I was there, getting there by taxi. I visited the fast food outlet which Golden Fries and Burgers in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny was based upon in my time there, but it had changed from a chicken based fast food store to a Hungry Jacks outlet. Same building, though, as far as I can tell. There was a cute girl who worked there, and I had a bit of a fantasy about her at home. I remember smoking some smokes at the plaza, on a section with grass on some benches, and waiting for the taxi to order, which never arrived. Had to order another taxi later, which did come.I was supposed to have my injection at the medical practice there, but didn't bother in the end. I told Christie (Greg's wife) that I'd had it done, but had deliberately lied to her (sorry Christie) as I refused to be bothered by the usual bullshit from the family on this issue, and it is still my ultimate choice on this issue. But the symptoms of Schizophrenia, leading towards psychosis, might be gradually building up at the moment, which happens if I don't get my medicine. Usually it takes about 6 months before I have another episode. That said, I am well aware now of retaining the kind of logical thinking I need to push on through the build up of tension in my mind. I actually now am able, a bit, to make slow and sensible plans in the hard bits, and work slowly to get the job done, without losing too much focus. I can manage the condition through my own awareness of the issue a bit better now. I don't think I will go off the deep end any time soon, and might be able to keep my mind focused well enough, but that said I am intending to get my injection shortly. It is still too soon to try and let go of the medication, as the build up of tension in my mind is still a bit too rich. Wolfgang the dog was good company in Perth, and I met Bonnie the cat. Since the last argument with Greg a few years back I was a bit nervous with how we would get along, but the cool was kept in the end, and it was a Pass effort for me and Greg in my time there. He complained a bit to mum that I wasn't clean enough in putting things away, and making dinners. Didn't know he had to be so fussy, and it's not quite my style of life. But I told him I respected his home, as it was his home, and as far as I am concerned he had the rights to have his own rules observed in the home. It was not a credit or a distinction effort of a brotherly relationship our time together over those 6 weeks, but it WAS a pass, so it was ok enough. A good foundation for the future as far as I am concerned. I did walk home from the plaza one day in Forrestfield, and I had to pace myself resting at the bus stops at the points on the road back to Greg's home from the plaza, but I managed it, and achieved a decent walk of, maybe 500 metres perhaps. I did a bit of exercise there, and I did get a bit more active and fit since the time I left Canberra. In the end I enjoyed myself in Perth well enough, and felt it was a nice enough place to live. I wouldn't object to it if I had to live in Forrestfield – it's a nice enough place to live in Australia. Now that I am back in Canberra I have got some furniture to see in to getting it delivered, Rob Preston to catch up with, as his wife Michelle contacted me on Facebook when I was in Perth, as Rob wanted to catch up. And, generally, looking in to making some plans. I generally have a five year plan in my thinking for 45 years of age to 50. I am not quite well enough yet to think about any serious study or work options – it's not going to happen with the tensions still in my life. Will have to give that away for now. I have wanted to achieve that, but I just don't think I can. Will have to review at the end of the 5 year plan. Anyway, life remains good. Thank God for that.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Seventy-Eight

Written Friday the 20th of October 6180 SC. Here we are again. Well, I've been returned home from Perth's holiday a while now. I was very sick the other night, and was not feeling well at all. I told God, really, I've had enough. I've been very sick at times over the last few years, and the pain has been quite bad. I vomited as well, and felt uncomfortable for ages. I have been informed that, apparently, the acquistion of items at an ongoing rate in which I do purchase things online and at other places, which over the 44 years of my life has proved, now, rather vast, COSTS. It costs suffering. This can be atoned for through prayer and mostly bible study, which gives you the spiritual strengh not to have to suffer. But apparently it was for my upcoming advance in November, which was just not going to be prayed about or atoned for, which God put me through the extreme pain for, as there will be very many items purchased at this time, comics, cds video games, books and the like. I have been told this before. I sort of forgot a bit. I will hopefull never forget this again. The pain, again, was just too much to bear. I've had enough of suffering. My life has been full of it. But that is what it costs. When I was in my late teens and early twenties I suffered great depression. I didn't believe in God then, but would, every austudy payday, go on blithely collecting everything under the sun, a huge amount of comics, CDs and all sorts of things. I know, now, why my suffering was so bad at times. I didn't realize that these things will be there for you in eternity, as what you acquire in life you acquire in life for eternity. I've worked this out now, and how to properly atone for things, so that the pain and suffering won't come again. I shall not be so silly any more, as I definitely, at 44, with an overweight and unfit body, have had enough. It's been far too much for me. I will learn my lesson. Other things happening since my last entry include the usual sort of stuff. Injection, a visit to the drop in centre mental health group in Tuggeranon, Rob Preston coming around for a chat, but not much else. There has been quite a few videos done so far this november, and my catalogue of life creative works continues, seemingly unabated. I still continue to save a little to my superannuation scheme from time to time, and I continue to grant my brother Greg a minor allowance of $10 a week. As the older brother I sort of feel its my responsibility to look out for other members in our Daly family, and while I do have two sisters, they are technically married into other families now, so I feel less of a responsibility as far as they are concerned. I have made a personal commitment of granting Greg a basic weekly allowance until he retires, which at this stage with his own superannuation plans will most definitely have a decent income associated with it. Till then, technically, he could be out of a job theoretically at any time, such being the way of the world, so I will grant him this basic allowance until retirement to help him a little with finances. It's not very much each week, but over a year it adds up to $500, which is a good amount extra in the annual budget. Greg currently works doing aged care work, but apparently his job is ending soon, as the company is closing. But I doubt he will have much difficulty getting new work in the field, as there is usually strong demand for qualified aged care workers, especially ones with experience, and ironically especially males, as they are good at lifting people. Been listening to a lot of music still, as I usually always do, and buying new albums from favourite artists. Taylor Swift has a new album called 'Reputation' coming out shortly, and I am looking forward to that one. I am up to my third stamp album now, and generally, as I enjoy the hobby, intend to just keep on keeping on with this pastime. It gives me something to do, and I like looking at the stamp albums, especially when they are full. I collect a lot of British Commonwealth Territory stamps, things like Isle of Man and Gibraltar and things, but also former British Territories/Empire sort of nations. Southern Rhodesia is an example, and Ceylon also. Pussy cat figurines have been a focus, and I have a growing number of those, as well as a growing number of snow globes, both of which were started as collections from the impetus of Taylor Swift being into these things. I'm quite keen on the lady. I have had much contact with my writer friend Marcus Low, who now lives in Brisbane, but formerly was a mental health patron here in Canberra, and we have regular email dialogue were we talk about various issues. He's not exactly doing amazing things yet in life, rather the short end of the stick so far, but hopefully it will all work out in the end. Maybe his eternity will ultimately be a happy one. Who know. Emma, the girl from Perth, has still been a contact of mine, and I inquired on her surname, which she told me was 'Michel'. I looked it up and it is a Bohemin surname in origin. She seems to be quite possibly accepting of Karaite Noahide faith, but time will tell if that is her long term commitment, or whether she goes into judaism, which she possibly might with a Jewish grandmother on her fathers side, apparently. She's a friendly enough girl. For the most part it has been the same old same old, the same song and dance, and not much changes quite yet in the trials and tribulations of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. In all honesty, I don't think much will until my mother, who is now 80, passes one day, and I claim a living place of my own. At that point spending on acquisitions will diminish down to minimal, and there will need to be discipline on that, for God won't really grant me a family anyway till I have home security, and the focus of the income on the family itself. So this is my life for the time being. Just the way the cookie crumbles.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia, 6180 SC / 2017 CE.

Chapter Seventy-Nine

Written Monday 18th of December 6180 SC / 18th of December 2017 CE.  Another entry, life goes on.  Well, life had been hell in November.  I quit smoking and went through the withdrawal which I did NOT know about.  It was horrible, indeed, and I had moments in my mind of most unpleasant thoughts and feelings in my body of that sensation which people who go through withdrawal know exactly about.  A sort of burning sensation.  They say it normally lasts about a week or two.  The same for me.  About 10 days of primary suffering, from the day I quit, till it was about done. And then minor bits and pieces of withdrawal symptoms since then, but mostly better.  Haven’t smoked now since the 8th of November 2017/6180sc and will probably not smoke again, but I am thinking about maybe 1 or 2 a year, which won’t cause any major problems for health.  Just thinking about it.  Haven’t left Canberra since getting back from Perth where I stayed with Greg for a while, and it has been a busy enough time doing videos and finishing off stories.  Mostly I completed my projects by my 45th birthday.  But life went on, and I am slowly putting together a 5 year plan for 45 to 50 and will likely just carry on with what I am doing.  Emma from Perth is Emma Michel, and seems to be generally a Karaite Noahide in faith.  More something she is coming into.  We’ve had a chat every now and again, and there is a basic plan to meet her in 5 years upon a revisit to Perth, but I am really not liking the thought of flying again, as the turbulence is really just too much for me.  Seen Robert Preston a few times since getting back, got news of Paul Saberton’s death, gradually getting involved again with my mental health group and plan a quite active 2018, which it probably will be.  Doing a lot of watching interesting videos on youtube on a variety of things, not just music, even things like Worzel Gummidge, and life is interesting enough with the Internet.  Chatted to a Noahide girl from the Philippines the other day, and she has joined the Karaite Noahide group on facebook, but I don’t know if there is much genuine interest, as she is part of the Talmudic Noahide faith and community in the Philippines.  Probably just joining a Noahide group on facebook apart from the ones she already is in.  Went to my sisters today.  First we went to Bunnings in Greenway, were she bought some paint and mum bought some plants, and got me a nice sausage sandwich from the seemingly permanent BBQ Bunnings runs.  Then of to Brigid’s in Calwell, and watching Midsomer Murders while she painted her room, and finally cooked us bolognaise for dinner with meatballs and pasta. Georgia’s new boyfriend Corey was there, who drove us home, and she and he have been dating a few months now. Visited mum’s catholic church not long ago, just to get along sort of and befriend the community, which was the main motivation.  I had a good enough time at the Mass.  So I’m 45 now, and life is happy enough, and I am content to live out my days and have enough things to do with my time.  Marriage is not essential, and I am very happy to live out my days with our without a permanent partner, though landing Taylor Swift (dream on Daniel) would be wonderful. I was chatting with Brett Love from the group the other day. He has a new govvie flat in Gordon, down in Lanyon Valley. He lives with his mother normall, also in Lanyon, in Conder, but was obviously on the waiting list to get a place of his own, which he now finally has gotten. I am not 100% sure if he really should be on his own, and whether he really needs to be or should be. While I certainly wouldn't deny him his independence, like myself he probably needs supervision, with the stuff he goes through. Just our lot in life with our mental health struggles. The back room at my sister Brigid's in Calwell in Tuggeranong now has been finished in its building and filling in of gaps and finishing off doors and windows and things. David, my brother in law, Brigid's husband, finally finished it all off. Still needs painting, but the'Sun Room' as Brigid calls it is a nice size, and it's possible I might end up living in that room one day when my mum dies, as though I have a share in this house, I might choose to rent of my sister anyway, and keep that money for maybe later on in life or something. Perhaps use it when I can claim my superannuation. The sun room at my sis's is probably the most sensible decision for my future after mum passes one day, as I am better off with family than on my own, and Canberra and Tuggeranong especially would be the best place to live. I could continue my mental health group activities and life would go on for the most part without too much change. It is sort of what I think is probably the best decision to make. Time will tell, of course, what will be. There is the annual christmas bbq for the mental health group on Tuesday this week, I think it is, and that will be a good enough outing. It is the final outing for the year, and will give me a good outing for the week. It is going to be a quiet enough Christmas this year, and it looks as if it is just going to be me and mum at home this year, but I don't mind a more sedate Christmas as a change. Either way 2018 will soon be upon us, another year of promise, and life will probably have a new spirit to it for me soon enough as well indeed. As they say, life goes on. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Eighty

Written Monday 18th of December 2017/6180 SC.  Second Entry.  Of course, Paul Saberton died recently.  The story I got from Chris White on the Phone that the death was caused by Organ Failure in the body, as he had gone through an encounter with bathing and apparently been left in a bath too long or something like that.  He suffered from MS, and it just became too much for him to cope with.  He had been taken to a hospital in Sydney and that is where he lived his final moments.  I had met Paul Saberton in late 1996 in the foyer of the United Pentecostal Church in Chifley in Canberra.  Paul was a 'Father and Son' Pentecostal Christian.  It is the doctrine that God alone is God, but the first thing he did was begat a son, after his likeness and image, who was the Logos or Jesus.  It is not a Trinity doctrine – there are two beings, the father and the son, which both have full deity associated with them.  Only the Father had existed eternally till that point.  This was the Christian doctrine of God I had come to, after leaving Trinity belief behind me in Potters House, and then leaving Oneness doctrine behind me when I left the United Pentecostal Church.  The plan was to start a church with Paul, but Paul was also part of 'The Message' which is the William Marrion Branham movement, which teaches serpent seed doctrine, where Eve had sex with Satan as well as Adam, Cain being Satan's child and Abel being Adam's child. The doctrine was abhorrent to me, and while I agreed 100% with his doctrine on what the bible taught about God, I was never going to join the message, which was and is a cult as far as I am concerned.  The Father and the Son doctrine I believed in 1999 when I left Christian faith, and in all my thoughts about the New Testament to this day I still regard it as the teaching of the New Testament and the original church community. Father and Son, in the end, is wrong though – not because it is not the doctrine of the Christian Bible.  It 100% is.  It is because Christianity itself is flawed, a rival to God's Torah faith, and misaligned agaisnt truth.  The deification of Jesus is idolatry.  It is really the end of the issue as far as I am concerned.  Paul was biblical, though.  He had the biggest King James You've ever seen, which Amy Grant would be very proud of him for having.  It had wide margins, with a proliferation of notes he'd made over the years, and where that bible is today, God only knows.  Perhaps in the shelves of a salvos bookstore, or resting in his mother's collection, who I think is probably still alive.  Paul was biblical, and so was I, and we chatted forever on biblical doctrine, having lunch here and there around the traps, me occasionally doing a little bit of gardening with him, maybe once that I can definitely recall, and going to places, like goodberrys, to play chess, after we'd played tennis at the Weston Creek or Belconnen tennis courts.  They were like sedate summer days I recall, when I nursed on the teet of Pentecostal Christian faith in its heyday, and I would still be doing that if Jesus was indeed the Christ and saviour.  Paul never made a huge amount of money.  I think he lived by faith, and left that business in the hands of the Lord.  He did gardnening, and later one, after we fell out of touch, I think he was doing computers again for a bit, before the MS became a problem.  I didn't see him again after a certain point for many years, and we only stayed in touched via telephone.  But in the last year of his life I called him a few times, and he'd share his faith and his woes in life, and try as I might perhaps it was the Lord's mercy which took him when it did, because he'd pretty much had enough.  Paul was a very friendly and loving man, but he would deny those outside of Christian faith as lost, based primarily on his predestination beliefs, or Calvinism.  There was perhaps and idea that in the new earth there were others, for in the new earth dwelt righteousness, as Paul said to me more than once in our latter conversations.  I don't know for sure his last view on the issue.  But he was a genuine Christian, he believed his faith, he practiced it without fakesness, and he applied it to his life in a way which was real and could be an epistle seen and read of men.  He was the real thing.  Mum didn't like him that much – he had an edge which rejected Catholicism, and I think mum probably gathered that much a bit.  But regardless, though I do have some scratchy memories of his atitude also, he was a good enough friend, and this chapter is dedicated to his memory.  In the end, if Paul is Torah like enough in his walk with God in eternity, he might have the strength to go the distance of eternal life.  It might be in him.  I don't know for sure.  But I am pretty sure that, whatever else, he will be there for a good long while.  Our paths may cross again in eternity, and they might cross forever in eternity.  It could end up being the start of a beautiful friendship.  But I don't know for sure, as in the end, as a Noahide, idolatry is idolatry, and Paul was guilty of that much in his worship of Jesus also.  I hope the best for the future of Paul Saberton, and time will tell of the legacy of this son of the Saberton clan.  May he rest in peace. And may his memory, for his good deeds anyway, live on for a good long while.  Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Eighty-One

Written Wednesday the 7th of February 6181 SC / 7th of February 2018 CE. Here we go again. Well, its mostly been business as usual in the last month or so since the prior entry. I've had my regular injection, been to the Mental Health drop-in-centre at the Southern Cross Stadium in Greenway a number of times, and begun a more determined exercise regime. I lift my legs sidewards 10 times on each side and raise my arms outstretched for a minimum of 30 seconds. It's basic exercise to start with, but starting in March I plan on walking down to the bench in the Macarthur playing fields and back each day. It's a few hundred meteres the total walk, but it will do for starters. Maybe in April or May I'll turn that to a full walk around the block each day. But I'm committed now, and have the determination to go on with it. I wrote an article on rocks the other day. I got my information from the World of Science encyclopedia, and the article I wrote on them reads smoothly and intelligently. I'm happy with it. I plan on putting it into the Noahide World Information Database when I go the library next to upload my files. I'm off the internet for a year or so. Saving money, but the point was I didn't need it half as much as I was using it for. So many of my webpages that I check, like facebook and myspace and linkedin and things only need to be checked once a week, and I can do that using the computer at the drop-in-centre or at the library. But, at this stage, I plan on going back online around my 47th birthday. We'll see if that comes to pass. I've run into Justin Angold again, at the conversation groups for Mental Health. We had a brief chat, and while we are still friendly, Justin is not overly keen on discussing religion. He maintains it messes with his head somewhat. Mum is well. She's made a basic plan to visit the UK yet again next year with Brigid. Her feet are giving her trouble, though, and she is not entirely sure yet if she will be going or not. I have made a basic plan to visit Perth again if she does, but I know now that I just can't tolerate the turbulence on the plane, so it just will not be by plane if I do go. And, frankly, unless I come into some reasonable cash, I won't take the train there, which is quite expensive all the way across Australia, so if mum does go to England I will probably just be staying at home, looking after Pepper the Cat. I don't fly well. It makes me very nervous. The Angels Saga is still being written. I have completed what is now definitely volume two of 'Rebirth' being 'A Time to Gather Stones'. I have already begun volume 3 which is 'The Keeps of Zaphora'. I pretty much got 'A Time to Gather Stones' written in a month. There are over 50,000 words in the volume, and I was particularly proud of Harvest II, which I thought was one of my better efforts. I haven't had a visit from Rob Preston for a while now. He is usually quite busy with his own life, and we don't see as much of each other as we did in former years. I don't think we've drifted apart. He is just mostly caught up with his own family affairs. I watched 'The Giver' the other night. It was an excellent movie, one of the best I've seen, and while I'd seen the trailer, and had a fairly good idea what it was about, the sheer quality of the movie was surprising. It was a first class effort. Very entertaining. Brenton Thwaites, Jeff Bridges, Meryl Streep and Katie Holmes, amongst others, were the stars of the film, and it told the story of a post-apocalyptic society which had a very strict regime to survive. Fascinating stuff. The only place I've been, apart from down to Greenway a few times, and at Erindale, is to my sisters Brigids, in Calwell, and it was only a short stay as well, just the afternoon. Not doing terribly much activity in the last while. I was happy, though, when England won the one day series. The Ashes was a disappointing result, but beating Australia 4 – 1 in the One Day Interanationals was a relief. Something I could hold my head high on, after the 4 nil loss to Australia in the Ashes. Video production goes on. Some new comedy dolls things, some new Batman things, and other stuff. The pace of production calmed down for January this year. Febrary has a number of videos now done, but I am not going at the rate of 2017 or 2016. Far calmer now. Still, new works continue, and I will continue reviewing things and making comments on this and that as the years go by. I was thinking today about perhaps retiring to the UK when I can claim my regular pension when I reach retirement age. I worked for a few years in the Public Service, which probably entitles me to the regular pension, not just the Disability Support Pension, and maybe at 70 which is probably going to be the standard retiring age when I get there moving to the UK might be an idea. I was of course born there, in Hull in England, and I've always been a loyal supporter of English sports and a faithful viewer of UK Television. It's an idea I will consider over the years. It may or may not happen, depending on whatever funding may or may not be avaiable, and if I am still single and other issues. But it is something I will definitely keep in mind. I quit smoking for about a month in the end, but I'm back on my champion tobacco. Wasn't planning on doing it, but I liked the habit, so there you go. Might quit them again one day. We'll see how it goes. Anyway, that will do for this entry. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Eighty-Two

Written Friday the 16th of February 2018/ 16th of February 6181 SC. Well I've taken on a personal challenge of attempting to write 12 volumes of the Angels Saga for 2018. I got 'A Time to Gather Stones' written in January, and now, mid February, I am about half way through 'The Keeps of Zaphora' and the storytelling is coming along well enough. Today I wrote 'Dalnaphon Keep' and 'Ruth 24' as well as 'Cup Champions' and a lot of embellishment of stories already established in the volume. I'm up to about 26,000 words at the moment, and have a tentative target of about 70,000 words for the volume. I'll be busy the whole year if I am to get the job done. I'll need to look at website support, and might have to find a new webhoster for additional stories, as I am running out of memory in my free angelfire accounts. There are possible solutions, and I might put all new stories at my writerscafe account, but a webpage would be the best. I am sure there are other free webhosters out there, but I do like angelfire and it works well. The problem will resolve itself one way or another. I've been to the library twice in the last couple of weeks, Erindale library both times. I got there by taxi, and did my internetting. I also borrowed some books the first time and returned them the next time. I don't have the internet on anymore, and would normally use the internet at the mental health drop in centre, but Adrian is on holidays for a couple of weeks. He's back on Monday, though, so no more library visits, for a while anyway. I did get a new library card not long ago, though, as I had lost my old one. I also got a replacement driver licence as well, and this time it lasts for 10 years. It's dated to expire on my birthday, and I can rent a car if I really want to and go out on a holiday if I wish. I don't normally do that though, and have a bit of a belly, so getting into a car and driving it would not be easy. I am exercising a lot more faithfull now, though, and it seems to be finally established in my everyday routine. I do 10 side to side leg lifts on each side, 20 all up, and keep my arms up in front of me for at least 30 seconds. I call that my basic daily exercise, but at the end of the month, when the weahter is more palatable, as summer's in Australia have been hot in recent years (I suspect global warming), I plan on walking down to the bench in the Macarthur playing fields, and back each day. It's a few hundred metres the total round trip, but if I am faithful to it I envisage, with my regualar basic exercise also, I may finally get a bit of a stranglehold on my life long weight issues. It will be great if I stay committed. There was a plan to visit my nephew down in Chakola for a weekend last week, but I had an argument with my sister over something stupid, and when we were at the shops getting food for the trip I asked her to take me home, and just her and mum went down instead. It was very hot though, so I don't really regret my decision, as there was no air conditioning down at the farm, and I wouldn't want to be in such awful heat. Very hot summer this one, though February is much more tolerable than January, which was bloody hot. Mum is in good enough health, but is having trouble with her shoulder. She's really starting to get on a bit now. She's 80, and while I often act like she'll live forever, I know she won't. I have a vague sort of plan that I either live with my sister Brigid when mum passes, in the new back room, and pay her rent, or I buy a flat in Cooma and live there. I don't really have enough money for a home in Cooma, and would rather live in Cooma or Canberra where I have family than try somewhere new. It's by no means made up what I will eventually do, and I don't plan on having a definite decision until the time comes. But I am prepared for it either way, and will likely move in with Brigid to start with and see how that goes for a while. Living with Greg in Perth also is a minor possibility. No love life at the moment – gosh, hasn't been for years. But I am content enough, and happy most days, though it does get me down. I pray as much as I have in the last number of years since December 2012 when I started off on a rush of biblical prayer. I've kept it up, though, and hope to get good results from my long intercession to God Almighty. Gosh, I must have prayed well over 100,000 passages of the bible now, full chapters, mostly psalms. It has been a lot of concentrated effort, but I must remind myself, regardless of whether the prayers are answered or not, I am reading scripture each time, and staying spiritually strong because of it. That is a blessing in and of itself. I have a reasonably good relationship with God at the moment. A lot of my cheek has died down in recent weeks, and we get along ok enough. He humbles me he tells me with some of the things I say. So I don't get too proud about all my creative works. Hopefully stay humble and learn that lesson. I bought a snowboarding magazine at the service station the other day, after watching it on the Olympics. I plan on buying half a dozen or more copies of the magazine, and have a genine interest in the sport. Not just a temporary thing. It actually looks quite cool. Not this lifetime, but maybe somewhere down the trail it could become a pastime or hobby. Who knows. Well, as I say, life is good enough. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Eighty-Three

Written Tuesday 20th of February 6181 SC / 20th of February 2018 CE. News on the weekend. My sister Brigid got back from a day at the farm and my niece Georgia Bridges and her boyfriend Corey Mico were with her. Brigid said to mum that Georgia and Corey had something to tell her, and they announced that Georgia was 15 weeks pregnant. Georgia and Corey have been going out for a number of months now, and mum was not that surprised. Brigid thought mum might be really cross, with them not married and young, but mum merely accepted it. Jacinta said on the phone to mum that Brigid was Granny B and mum was something similar, Granny M possibly – I forget. Greg was notified, and mum said to him someone is going to have a baby and Greg asked if it was Maddie and then Jayden and then guessed Georgia. Mum thought that was a bit funny. Funnily enough, a little while ago me and mum were chatting and I said to her, when she was talking about Madalene maybe having a baby one day that you never knew but Georgia might get pregnant first. I said that to mum afterwards, and we had a good laugh about it, especially how I'd just said it recently. So I will be a great uncle soon enough and mum will be a great-grand-mother for the first time. We've heard no plans of any marriage yet, and no idea what the kids think about that. They are still in school, albeit year 12 I think, so they have some plans to make. I wish them well. No firm names for the kids yet, but mum told them about my planned name for my kid, Callodyn, which she called Callogyn or something like that, not quite remembering. Georgie said the name to Corey, but apparently Corey likes the name Gary if it is a boy. Georgia is a pretty down to earth sort of girl, and doesn't really take to bullshit. She's reasonably good looking, and pretty on her good days. To me she has a bit of the country girl about her, and she spent a lot of time at Chakola in younger years. She's a quiet enough girl, mousy in some ways, but she does have a bit of passion in her at times. She has sandy blonde hair, and we've always wondered which family member she gets her looks from, as she's hardly a Bridges or a Daly, though I've noticed resemblances to family members from older photos at times. She's not my favourite niece, which is at this stage Amelia, who is bright and sunny, but Rachel seems to be very similar to Amelia as well. Amelia and Rachel are my sister Jacinta's children, while Madalene and Georgia are Brigid's children. I think Rachel looks a lot like her mother personally, and she's quite attractive like her older sister, who is probably already a head turner, but definitely will be as she gets older (Amelia that is). Not much happening since Friday, apart from that news which I felt I may as well do an entry on. I've gotten up to the target mark of 50,000 words for 'The Keeps of Zaphora' and am still writing for the remainder of the month on this volume. It will likely get to 70,000 words by the end of February. The Keeps of Zaphora will now be followed by 'The Keeps of Zaphora II' as the next volume, rather than Anthology V, because there are 16 keeps all up to get through, and the way it has come out I focus on 9 keeps for volume 1 and 7 keeps for volume 2. There is enough scope for two volumes on the idea without too many problems. Done a few videos in the last few days, and worked on a little bit of art, and played quite a few games of chess at level 3, where I average about 33% winning, with a small percentage on draws. I make silly mistakes in chess a bit, sometimes not really even bothering to check if my piece can be taken. I don't make this mistake in real life when I am playing someone, but I often get casual with the computer game, as I am just playing for a bit of entertainment really, and not taking it terribly serioiusly or trying my best. But I'm like that in most chess games – I don't really put in much effort to win. Just a quick enough game with a bit of basic thinking, and I try to improve at that sort of game, were I don't have to put too much effort in. I think, in this mentality, just experience of hundreds of games will gradually make a casual approach work a bit better simply because of the vast amount of games played and knowledge. I've always felt I could plumb the depths of my intellect and really try at chess, but I just really couldn't be bothered terribly much. I'd much rather just take it slow and let experience teach me rather than much else. Adrian should be back from holiday this week, so I plan on going into the group on Thursday when I get my money and buying some things on ebay, as well as uploading my updates on my books and things. Quite honestly, I missed the internet quite a bit when I had it cancelled a few weeks back initially, but I've learned to fill in my time in other ways now, and felt, one of the reasons for quitting the use of the internet at home, that I was not really doing much with it that needed to be done all the time. Things could simply be easily checked once a week, and it was just fussing and farting around for not much real gain in life. And because I could save a bit of money if I cancelled the home service, and just used it at the group, I cancelled it. There were other reasons also. Today I called NDIS to sort out my travel allowance. I've had this arranged the 5th time now, and they acknowledged an error they had made again today. Hopefully this time it will finally be sorted out. Well, life goes on. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Eighty-Four

Written Wednesday 21st of February 6181 SC / 21st of February 2018 CE. Another day another dollar. I went to the Mental Health group today, down in Greenway in Tuggeranong town centre, at the Southern Cross Stadium. I did a couple of short videos while down there, but I didn't shoot pictures of anyone. I'd asked a couple of guys. Andrew wasn't interested, but Brett said if he had others playing instruments besides him he might be interested. I said to him I'd keep that in mind. Adrian picked me up as normal. Mum had gotten home from an outing not long before I left. The other day she went and saw a movie, the Tonya Harding movie of the Ice Skater. It was full of swearing and mum said it was too complicated for her. It stars Margot Robbie, who plays Harley Quinn in Suicide Squad, the DC Comics Movie. Adrian and I chatted on the way there, and we talked about how it was not appropriate to take photographs of people without their permission. I agreed with him. At the group I mostly used the Internet, uploading my stories and videos. I also committed to buy some books and a cd on ebay. The books were Forward the Foundation and Prelude to Foundation by Isaac Asimov as well as Faun and Games by Piers Anthony, and the CD was the latest Shannon Noll album. I also did my usual routine of checking my email, linkedin, myspace and facebook accounts. Standard amount of traffic, but nothing of note. On the way home in the van Adrian stopped in the NRMA car park to speak with someone on the mobile phone. I addressed a concern today with him about speaking on the mobile phone while driving, which is not legal in Australia, but said I'd leave him be and not register a complaint with Mental Health, as he is retiring in June this year. But I also said the next person in his job would not be given any such leniency. That law really needs to start to be practiced by people, as it can be dangerous to drive and speak on a mobile phone with your hand. The hands free chat for them needs to be absolutely mandatory now if someone wants to talk on the phone while driving. Jarrod, Brett and Richard were in the van with me when Adrian took them all home. Tonight I had shepherds pie for dinner which mum made, and it had a little bit of chili in it, but it wasn't very noticeable to me, while mum is more sensitive about taste. I rang Jacinta in Cooma after, and spoke with Alan about the Bulldogs a bit, after which mum spoke to Jacinta, before I spoke to her, a little about comics and a bit about snowboarding. She mentioned how Ronan had given Snowboarding a go, but had broken his collar bone or something like that. Apparently this year he is trying skiing instead. I finally finished Hank Jones Monster today, after starting it a number of years ago. It's only a few thousand words the final story, and its been written in many small spurts, but its finally finished now, and I'm happy with the overall result. I also wrote a story called 'Destiny's Children' which is the 10th and final story in the 'Destiny's Children' volume, which is now the definite home of the stories from Shards of a Broken Heart to Gladhaven Chronicles in the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. They had been on their own on the website with their own link, but the final decision is to make them part of one volume, as original done many times, and I've added a title story for the volume, which combined many of the characters from the stories in the volume. I chatted with God about how the anthology titles with many stories could have a final story which ties all the stories together, and also about how music albums, in eternity, could have a final song added to the album, which takes elements from all the songs on the album and draws it all together to make the story of the album lyrics make sense. Today I also was thining about an idea for a sermon called 'The Speed of Life' and that should come out eventually – maybe sooner than later. My videos on Noahide Videos Bible are above 500 again, and I am now pleased enough to continue pushing at them to get their numbers up in time and have a plan of maybe making some money from them one day. I will bother to keep at that idea now. It's just gone 10 in the evening now, and mum has gone to bed, and Pepper the cat is lying on the bed with her, which he does most evenings. In the morning when she goes to the toilet (just outside my room) Pepper inevitably follows her to the toilet, and pushes the door open to meow at her. He follows her around everywhere. I call him a timid cat, and felt he might have gone through some struggles with his previous owner or owners, but we don't really know. Money comes in today, and I'm loooking forward to using the internet again tomorrow as I still have some uploading to do and some editing of the website and things. Web traffic is still basic, but it still comes along for the website. Nothing in the mail for me today, but I'm expecting some Flash and Wonder Woman comics soon, as well as some Trade Paperback Comcic Collections, which are coming from the Fishpond website, were postage is free. It's a good place to get some things a lot cheaper at times, depending on what it is, but some things are more expensive. But its definitely useful and while I buy most of my collectable sort of stuff on ebay I buy a bit on fishpond as well. I rarely use Amazon as the postage is too much, but there is an Amazon Australia now I think, so I might look into that. Still no love life at the moment, but I'm mostly content regardless, and still happy to face the future. Life is good enough. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

 

Chapter Eighty-Five

Written Thursday 22nd of February 6181 SC/ 22nd of February 2018 CE. Me again. Well, not much usually happens in 24 hours, but I've had an active day so I have decided I will share some of what I did and my thoughts. This morning there was a significant amount of prayer. February is approaching 1000 biblical chapter prayers now. January might have just got there, I'm not sure, because I don't completely count. But I usually have a rough idea. There was nearly 100 prayers this morning, and I might pray a bit more tonight. I played some chess games this morning, still at level 3, and I'm up to 36% winning at the moment. If I get it to over 50% winning I'll move on to level 4. There is probably 8 levels on the game, but I don't know for sure. The chess game comes with Microsoft Windows, and was preinstalled on the PC I think. There hasn't been any writing today, but there were a couple of videos. One of Lake Tuggeranong Library and one of Lake Tuggeranong college, approaching the Tuggeranong Health Centre where I get my injection for my Schizophrenia. Adrian picked me up today, and took me to thel library. I used the internet there for nearly a full hour, and updated my Noahide Books website, as well as the rounds of the websites I check. I also paid for the itmes I'd committed to buying on eBay as well as buying some extra comics, some stamps, and a Fall Out Boy CD I hadn't owned yet. While at the library I did a short film with the mini camera I bought on eBay a while ago. I got my injection at the Mental Health section of Tuggeranong Health by Shia. He's a nurse who works there. He asks the usual sort of questions about what my name and date of birth is, and minor chit chat to see how well I am coping in life. I had to wait for a bit over half an hour after that for Adrian to pick me up at the Mental Health centre. I sat there quietly, and chatted a little with one of the receptionists. I notice that the health centre gives away free syringes, presumably for drug users, and I commented to the receptionist I had never used drugs in my life, and she replied that she hadn't either. Cute girl, about 20, with long brunette hair. I think her name was Tia, and I'd seen her before. Adrian picked me up and we dropped of a lady named Jennifer first on the way home, before Adrian took me to the local BP Service Station in Chisholm so I could buy my tobacco. I also paid him then for the medication, a staggering cost of $6.40. Quite affordable really. Invega 100mg dose each month. The medicine is probably on the Pharmaceutical Benefits Scheme (PBS) so is heavily discounted by the government to make it affordable for everyday citizens. He took me home then. I got some mail today, a couple of issues of the Flash 1987 series of comics. I am currently working on that series to complete it (there are a bit over 200 comics in the series) and I am also currently working on getting all the Wonder Woman series which also started in 1987. When I got home mum showed up after a bit, and she brought with her a roast chicken which we had for dinner, and I had a salad with the chicken as well. My sister Brigid came around just a little while ago, and is still here talking to mum. I asked her some questions about her education, and she doesn't have any qualifications apart from completing high school. She's doing quite well in life considering that, as she is a level 6 in the public service. Well done Biddy. I also inquired about Georgia, as mum had mentioned she was getting tests or something, and she's actually seeing a doctor and a midwife in preparation for her birth which is planned on being at Canberra hospital in the Woden district. Brigid had mentioned before that Georgia, because she is so small, might possibly need a caesarian for the delivery of the baby. It was also commented that Paul McDermott, who was on the TV at the time, on the show 'Think Tank', who had previously been in the comedy group the 'Doug Anthony All Stars', had been seen by Brigid at a show in Jindabyne when she was young. I think it was probably the Doug Anthony All Stars that she went and saw. Not much else to report on. I had basic meals today. I do recall, actually, that Adrian dropped me off at McDonalds and I walked to the library, which is next door to McDonalds bar one address, that being the Tuggeranong Community centre. The lunch group on friday's for the mental health drop in centre used to meet at the Community centre. Had a homemade style angus burger at Maccas and a $3 cheeseburger meal. There were some cute teenage girls hanging around, almost definitely Lake Tuggeranong girls, and I noticed one of them was really quite cute. But they all are at that age, aren't they? All in all it was an active enough day, but quiet now. There are no plans to do any writing today apart from this, as I had enough for a chapter, but I might scratch something together or do a video or two. There has also been some editing of my stories, which I also did at the library, and I am putting together a new Angels Saga bibliography of all the stories, not in alphabetical order like in the older bibliography I had done, but simply in story order as they appear in the saga, which is far easier for me to use and follow where I am up to with the sequentially numbered stories, which helps me more easily to find the volume they are in, and helps me make an easier decision which stories to work on sequels to. Generally the idea is to develop all the short stories into sequentially run stories, fitting in in a haphazard manner in the saga as it progresses with each new volume. It's worked well so far, and this won't change. Well that's about it. So take care all. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Eighty-Six

Written Friday 23rd of February 2018/23rd of February 6181 SC. Today was a today like any other day. The first day of the rest of my life. Anyway, this morning I wrote half a dozen, or thereabouts, new stories for the 'Anthology' volume of the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny. Nearly all of them were sequelst to stories already established in the volume. I have now combined 'Eternity' with 'Anthology' and placed Eternity as the first novell in the Anthology volume. This has been done before, but it is my final decision. And Andrew and Jessica, following this pattern, is now part of the Anthology III volume, and I will ensure (I hope) it gets to 7 chapters to make it similar in structure to this volume. After that I had a sleep again at about 10:30 and Adrian woke me up, knocking on the front room window to get me along to group, as I had rung him up earlier that morning. Today I had pizza at the group as usual. The cost of the pizza is $5 for 3 pieces, and I also had a Vanilla Coke from the vending machine which cost $2.20. I usually buy vanilla coke from that vending machine, but have regular coke at other places. I checked my usual rounds of websites today, nothing major to report, and I spent time editing my Noahide Books website and updating. The new stories for anthology were added in, and I copied some stories from the net onto my USB drive so I could edit them at home. Rebecca, Tony and Jeff were at the grop today, as well as others, and I chatted with Rebecca briefly, mentioning the generations from Adam to Noah being 10 generations. Tony actually knew that already. We went to Maccas afterwards on the way home, and I had a $3 cheeseburger meal, which is really quite affordable. I didn't talk much in the van coming home, and Brigitte was in the front seat talking to Adrian. Robbie does not talk much, and he was dropped off in Chisholm, next to the Chisholm shops were he lives. Got home, and have been doing a bit of this and that this afternoon, played a bit of chess, and worked on editing my books. I rang Greg before, but he was out, and mum spoke with Christie for a bit, but Greg rang back and we chatted about a few things. A few Wonder Woman comics arrived in the mail today (1987 series – issues 3, 4 & 5) as well as a copy of 'Everyday Practical Electronics' which I subscribed to and comes from the UK, and Australian Photograpy, which also comes from the UK. Adrian was his usual self today. I could imagine he is looking forward to his retirement in June. He has been a good friend for a while now, and Greg asked if I was still talking to him in our chat. He's reached retirement age, though I feel he looks quite good for his age. I've greyed a lot at 45, but no wrinkles, though I'm overweight. I'm continuing to do exercise, and did my basics today. Mum cooked a chicken and rice dinner this evening, and it was very tasty. She's quite a good cook. I bid on some comics on auction on ebay in the group today, some Kamandi comics from the 70s, and some other things. There not usually the kind of comics bid on much, and I will probably get them at the standard price. But who knows. Isaac Lane at the group is still talking to his imaginary friend, and he speaks out what his friend and him are talking about all the time. We've generally gotten used to this in the group. I'm not 100% sure of Isaac's condition, but he obviously has a mental health issue. There is not much else that went on. I did mention to Greg I bought a Snowboarding magazine the other day. Greg seems quite reserved in his speech, almost down as it where. But he's been like that for a while. He seems to cope with his life well enough. He is not that fond of Perth at times, and has a hard time in life at times. There are likely good times when he is happy enough. It also might just be a bit of Greg's personality type. Not all of us are by any means bright and bubbly souls all the time. I'm pretty sure Greg is content enough with life, but he possibly gets frustrated at times. I don't know for sure, but that's my impression. Whereas Christie is usually very upbeat and happy. Chalk and cheese at times, but they have stuck together and it appears they are a commited family. I'm still hoping to have family of my own one day. Being realistic its getting a little late in the day. I have the thought that nothing will happen on that front, if it does, till mum passes and I have a place of my own one day, with my own security to offer a potential wife. It might happen, but this might be it. Regardless I'm content enough, and happy to go on collecting my comics and CDs and things, writing my stories, doing my videos and generally getting on with life. I'm positive most of the time, and happy. But maybe one day, someday soon, I'll catch that dream I've been chasing. Let's hope so. It is of course Friday, and mum is watching the Dirty Dozen on TV at the moment. It's a classic from the 60s or 70s, and I watched it in younger years. World War II movie, with a lot of stars in it. I'll possibly just review the stories I copied from the web tonight, and work on my Angels Saga bibliography a bit. One of my goals is, in the end, to ensure each volume has a minimum of 50,000 words in it. That is an issue being addressed at the moment, and some new stories need to be written on older volumes because of it. Still, no matter. What is life without a bit of a challenge anyway. Well, that will do for now. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Eighty-Seven

Written Thursday 8th of March 6181 SC / Thursday 8th of March 2018 CE.  Here is a poem of mine I wrote in St Pats in Year 3 to enter into the school’s Anzac Day Poetry competition.

I Can’t Wait till Anzac Day’

By Danny Daly

I can’t wait till Anzac Day

See the Men in the Parade

See the Medals Glisten Away

I can’t wait till Anzac Day

 

I can’t wait till Anzac Day

Remembering the Days of Bad

I can’t wait till Anzac Day

See the wreath put under the flag

 

The first poem before this had been very basic, and Mrs Jones said I needed to do better.  It had a lot of ‘Yay’s’ in it, and I can’t remember how it goes exactly.  I thought on this poem today, as I don’t have any original material of it, but remembered the words.  Year 3 was a year of pulling girls hair, and spending a lot of time looking at the list of words in the Alphabet on a banner in the room.  At least as far as I can remember.  It was a step up from Infant’s school to Primary school, and a location change to the main schools near the church.  I found Mrs Jones strict, but she did her job well enough.  Well, life goes on.  I’ve visited the group and the library a bit in the last few days.  Today I was dropped off at the library by Adrian, and did some time uploading updates, and buying some things on ebay.  I responded to an email from my friend Marcus Low.  He li ves in Brisbane now, and one of the things he does is write his own newsletter ‘The Brisbania Sun’ which I have a copy of.  He’s a strict vegan, and shares views often on his thoughts on things.  After that I walked steadily up to the conversation group.  I had lunch first in the Hyperdome food court, where I had two wraps from Sumo Salad, and a bottle of an apple cider I had not tried before – Kampucha or something like that.  I collect bottles, so kept the bottle, and will add it to my collection in the other room shortly.  I have possible hopes of donating the bottles to my father Cyril in a world to come/heavenly reality with an idea that he might pursue a little Ginger Beer business.  Dad made ginger beer for us as kids, and we possibly still have his recipe in his desk.  After that I worked my way up to the back of the hyperdome to East West café, where the convo group often meets, and bought a book from the Harvest Christian bookstore there, at a sale rate.  It was home then, and I slept a bit this afternoon, also praying and writing more work in ‘The Keeps of Zaphora II’.  Played some chess today, and I am nearly up to 50% winning games on level 3.  I am not sure how long I will persist at level 3, but soon enough (or maybe later) I will select the level 4 option and take on a slightly more challenging chess opponent.  I take chess somewhat seriously these days, and Chess Titans, the program I play, offers me part of my daily routine.  It’s good to have the program, and I will go on challenging it till I reach the top level, if I can get that far.  I’ve decided I won’t bother progressing to higher levels till I have a minimum of 50% of games won overall, as that is a pass mark I guess, so it could take a long time to get to the top level in the game. I have a growing magazine collection at the moment.  I collect the free Canberra Weekly magazine, and am reading articles from time to time.  I have a few current magazine subscriptions, of magazine my father collected, and am building on dad’s collection in a sense.  I’m even getting ‘The Far East’ catholic magazine, about eastern Asia, which dad collected for many years back in the day.  Mum looks at it a bit, and the subscription price is quite affordable.  I plan on getting it for quite some time yet.  There is also British Journal of Photography magazine, Everyday Practical Electronics, and Australian Photography as well as National Geographic, all of which I am currently subscribed to.  They will likely be renewed as well, but that is not yet a definite decision.  I collect other magazines as well, usually on an ad hoc basis. I no longer recycle my stuff, and am starting to build a room full of many possessions.  It is getting big again.  If it all fills up, I suppose I will sacarifice the new stuff at that point, but there is room outside for storing things, so we’ll see how it goes. Mum has been well enough. She has been knitting a few things for Georgia's expected child. She will soon be a great grandmother, which is a decnt achievement in life. And I will be a great uncle. Time does that. It rolls on and a new generation come into their own, with their own hopes, dreams and aspirations. I guess I still have mine. You know, I suppose you still have to keep the faith when it all comes down to it. So I soldier on, day in, day out, doing my thing, praying to God, reading scripture, and doing my craft. Life goes on and I have kept going on with it, as you must do. Maybe, someday soon, I'll catch that dream I've been chasing. Maybe someday soon. But till then I'll keep dreaming, keep writing, keep praying, keep walking with the lord, and what dreams may come – well let them. So on with the show, and soon enough another chapter in the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly will be written. And if there is to be glory, well all well and good. But if not, well, life goes on. This is Daniel Daly signing out. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Eighty-Eight 

Written Sunday 1st of April 6181 SC / 1st of April 2018 CE. Well, here we go. Rob Preston finally showed up a week or so ago. He had been down to Bega seeing his dad who was in hospital down there. We've arranged a tentative 'Risk' games night on the 30th of June this year with Chris White. I'm thinking of maybe inviting on other person. I'd been seeing Justin Angold at the conversation group, and he showed up here again last week, out of the blue. He had been honouring his mother's request to not get to involved with religion, which she thinks makes him a bit unwell, but he said he'd honoured that well enough, and we had a lot to talk about. He is still on 'Essential Torah' sort of ideas, and wants to make a go of it. His main focus is the 10 Commandments, which he tells me has blessed his life in the years that he has been keeping them, and that how his life friends have changed from negative to positive ones. God is obviously taking care of Justin. Usual group activity in the last few weeks, ebaying and writing stories and making videos. I have produced 3 volumes in the Angels saga so far this year, with a minimum of 50,000 words reaches for each volume. That is the general minimum I work with. Today is the first day for volume 4 for the year, as I am attempting to produce 12 volumes for the year, and I have already in the last week and a bit produced about 14,000 words or so, so am well established to get the volume done this month also. Things are looking good. Yesterday we went down to Jayden's place on the chakola farm. Me, mum, Brigid, Georgia and her boyfriend Corey went down. The house we stayed in was old Gladys Bridges house when she was still alive, which Jayden now lives in. Gladys was Barrie's mum. Barrie is David's dad and David, who is married to my sister Brigid, is Jayden's dad. The house is well over 100 years old David was telling me. We had a barbecue dinner yesterday, and Jayden had a fire going in the back yard. David mentioned that he had let the fire get a little big as it was too close to the house in his opinion, and was concerned that sparks might fly up and ignite the house. Very sensible caution as far as I am concerned. I slept in the middle room of the house, on a single mattress, with my doona. I slept most of the night, but rose a few times to go to the toilet and have a smoke. It was cold near the end of the night, but warmed up soon enough as the day got going. There were dogs hanging around called 'Floaky' and 'Jack' and a couple of the neighbours dogs were around as well. There was ualso the cat 'Toothless', who was a black cat, named after a character on a cartoon. Jayden has a lot of DVDs and Video games, which is how he keeps himself amused. He quit his job recently at the Cooma abbatoir as he wasn't getting along with one of the foremen. He is now thinking about his options of what he'll do next, but does some work on the farm in the meantime. Blake Bridges, David's son to another woman, was there. He is 7 but turns 8 very shortly. He was riding around on his buggy this afternoon. There weren't too many arguments down at the farm – but there were minor ones as far as I am concerned. The usual bitching of the ladies. We had a good enough time in the end though. We went into Cooma this morning for Church, and I stayed in the church for a little while, but the pew got to hard for my bottom, so I waited outside. St Patricks in Cooma, the Easter Sunday Service, and Father Mick Andrew was the priest who used to be the priest here at the local Catholic Church, Holy Family. There was the 70th anniversary Land Rover celebration going on in Cooma, and when we got into town the roads were all blocked off – mainly access to Sharp Street, and we had many detours to get to church, but got there eventually. I had Maccas afterwards, and managed to buy a copy of the Monaro Post Newspaper, as I wanted a Cooma newspaper while I was down there. I read some bible down there, and had a few chats with Jayden on life advice, using the saying 'Jack of all trades and Master of none,' and giving him some ideas on that. It was generally quite a good time, and we had some nuts from David's place, not far from Jayden's, when we came home just this evening now. The cat Pepper was fine when we got home, but I spilled some fabric softener coming through the laundry back door. Mum cleaned it up though, and it was just an accident, as the lights werern't turned on yet. Coming home we sang along to '500 miles' by the Proclaimers and 'Love Shack' by the B52s on fm 106.3 on the radio, and it was really great. A good closure to an interesting eunough family weekend. Tomorrow is a public holiday again, and I have some mail coming from ebay orders which I am looking forward to getting, and soon enough back into writing and video production, and on with the show. Corey seems to have intentions on sticking with Georgia, but we haven't heard anything about marriage plans yet. Not even sure if that will happen with them. They might not really mind. Might happen one day, which personally I would hope so, but it's their lives and they must make their own choices. Generally life is pretty good at the moment. The collecting goes on as normal, and I'm mostly content with my life. Hoping to marry Taylor Swift and Katy Perry one day, but I know – keep on dreaming Daniel. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Eighty-Nine

Written Wednesday 4th of July 6181 SC / 4th of July 2018 CE.  Here we go.  A few months have passed, and time for an update.  I visited Mt Stromlo near Weston Creek with Mum and Brigid a while back.  We had a meal at the café there, and I enjoyed the scenery.  It overlooks the vast western area of Canberra, and the views are truly magnificent.  I recall thinking ideas like I did not really need to travel to too many places in the world, because the local area already sufficed for that with enough going on.  I love being up at Mt Stromlo and Telstra Tower and the Arboretum in Canberra – the spiritual animistic feel of the places is wonderful to me.  Adrian Chan retired from his work in Mental Health.  I might see him this Christmas possibly, as he has hinted I might get a visit from a Chinese Santa.  Ian Peunnel is his replacement, who is a  little younger than me.  He’s a kiwi, but a really nice guy, and does his job professionally.  I haven’t been going to the drop in centre as much though now since Adrian left, as the Internet is back on at home now, as we got a good deal with mum’s Telstra service – in fact, probably paying now less with the new deal – so I am not going to group as much anymore.  Mostly content with home life in reality.  Rob Preston and Chris White dropped around the other night, on Saturday the 30th of June, and Greg, Christie and James had arrived for a holiday that afternoon.  Greg and James will be staying about 2 weeks, but Christie only about a week.  We had a ‘Catan’ night were we played Catan.  Chris ended up winning, and it was a great fellowship evening. We all got along pretty well.  I gave Greg the two Spellsinger books, books 7 and 8 in the saga, which he had never read, the other day, from him to take back to Perth with him.  He has already started reading one of them.  Greg, Mum, Christie and James went down to Jacinta’s in Cooma the other day, and earlier this evening Greg and James went to the movies.  I think they saw a Jurassic World movie, or that was the plan.  They asked me if I wanted to come along, but I don’t like going out that much anymore.  I’m 45 now, quite settled, and the body is past its prime, and I don’t like to push it as much as I did in former years.  Mostly just like relaxing at home, doing my thing with the Internet and music and TV, and not worrying about too much else anymore.  I think I mostly operate in retirement mode these days, and am not looking for too many more social encounters and trips.  An occasional thing, but I feel it in my bones these days, and don’t’ really want to get out and about like I used to.  Just a rare trip.  Still single, no love life, and that doesn’t appear to be changing.  Met a girl online, who is from Cebu in the Philippines, and we had a chat about religion.  She was interesting.  I’m still talking with Emma Michel from Perth on Pinterest.  At this stage I no longer really plan on going back to Perth anyumore, as I hate flying in planes, but if and when mum finally passes the possibility of moving in with Greg in Forrestfield in Perth would be considered, but I would only get there by train taking my belongings with me that way.  I just can’t handle the turbulence in plains – like Logan Wolverine in the second Wolverine movie, I grab the sides of the seat when in planes and am very nervous.  Not sure if human beings are really designed to fly – something tells me I just shouldn’t be up there.  My niece Georgia is expecting soon.  We still don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl, and they aren’t saying anything official as of yet.  My collection of things continues to grow – the current collection is starting to get quite big again.  I have a large supply of Marvel and DC movies, and there are heaps of magazines to look at also at the moment.  I’m 45 years old, mostly settled in life, and not much is changing anymore.  It will one day down the road, but I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it. For now more of the same seems to be on my plate.  Justin Angold visited again for a a few times, but has stopped visiting again.  I would imagine, though, that somewhere down the track he will possibly start visiting again, maybe for a period.  That might be how it works with Justin – don’t really know.  My niece Madalene Bridges dropped around to visit mum the other day.  She looked well.  She lives with her mother Brigid but is at her cousins a lot apparently. Greg, Christie and James are in good health and spirits.  Nothing seems to have changed terribly much in their lives.  Mum is as well as normal.  Haven’t seen Jacinta in a bit, but there is no news contrary to her faring as well as usual.  In the world today things are going pretty much according to regular ways.  Donald Trump is still President, and Malcolm Turnbull is still Prime Minister of Australia. England defeated Australia 5 nil in the recent one day series in England at Cricket, so times are good for my team.  The bulldogs finally won a game on the weekend, so I can have a minor celebration.  There odds of making the finalus these years are extremely slim – they would need to win practically every remaining game.  Maybe next year.  We’ll see how it goes.  Mostly life as usual, and nothing major planned.  Steady work on an occasional video for my Noahide Videos Bible, and maybe some writing again soon enough.  Did a lot of work for the first 5 months of the year, so mostly resting for the remainder of it.  Anyway, life is good.  Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter Ninety

Written Monday 17th of September 2018 C£ / 17th of September 6181 SC. Hello. Well, Greg, mum, James and me visited the Bryants in Theodore in Tuggeranong, Canberra, before God returned home to Perth with James. We had a ‘Catan’ night. Gerard played and so did Lorraine his wife. We had dinner and some potato crisps and soft drinks, playing in the room with the kitchen connected to it, the living room I guess. Michelle Bryant was there, who looks grown up a lot. She’s still in high school. It’s been years since I’d seen here, and she was still a cutie. I did a short video for the night which I put on youtube. A memory is when we came out the front door, and walked down the incline in the darkness to the road. Greg had rented a car for his time in Canberra, and we drove home reflecting it had been an enjoyable night with the Bryants, who have been friends of the family for many years. Gerard still works at Canberra Hospital, and there was a brief chat about their future plans of retirement, and when it would be right financially to be able to do that. That is of course an important lesson for us all – making sure we have a decent retirement plan in place financially to ensure we have the quality of life we want and desire in latter years. I queried Gerard whether he still had his stamp collection and he affirmed he did. Years ago in Cooma me and Brigid attended a stamp club meeting with Gerard at the bottom of the dirt lane across the road from where we lived at 6 Bradley Street. It was held in what was then the Cooma Baptist Church, but is a childcare facility these days from recent recollection. James and Greg returned home a little later, and life got back to regular course for me and mum. Georgia of course was pregnant, and she gave birth to her firstborn child, a daughter, just a few weeks back. Her full name is Natalia Madalene Pamela Mico. They contrived the name Natalia from Natalie and Talia, names they both liked. Natalia was a little small, but healthy enough. I saw her the other day when Georgie was in the back of her mum’s car when Brigid came around one afternoon. Rob visited not long back, and we hung around and chatted about the usual stuff we go on about. Apart from that it has been very quiet on the social scene. I’ve had my injections in this time for my schizophrenic condition. Each time Ian Pennel has grabbed a copy of the Canberra Weekly for me from the library. I asked if I could get one, and he doesn’t seem to mind jumping out of the van and getting it for me. Ian has ensured I arrange getting the medication for myself. There was an issue last time because of change in workers at the Anketell Chemist, so Ian arranged the ordering of the meds while this was an issue, but it was still my responsibility to go into the chemist and pay for the meds. Normally I have to do the ordering and getting of the medicine, but Ian will pick me up and take me for my injection. I haven’t been to the Mental Health group for quite a while now. Since Adrian left I have lost the desire and inclination to do as such. My home work on my projects has kept me busy enough, and I don’t see the need terribly much at the moment. This will change one day, but for now I am simply doing things at home, with a quiet home life, to continue to build up my collection of things and develop my online web presence. Probably, until mum passes (unless the world to come intervene) I will be here at home, with little other social activity. This will suit me for this time of life, and I think personally it is what I should be doing for now to develop my projects for life. I did get to Vinnies with Ian first of all the other day, and bought 3 cds for six dollars. I gave a tiny donation in the coin box, and was in and out pretty quickly. I will probably get a visit to the drop in centre some time before the year is up, but for now I am busy enough with what I do. My prayer life is quite consistent now, with established sorts of prayers. I continue to watch a lot of videos on youtube, and look at the Australian music charts each week. The Christmas season is coming up and I am not sure what mum’s plans are for the season. But I will make sure I have a good time anyway. I chatted to Phillip Modaferi the other day, my Auntie Molly's son, who lives in Sydney, on the phone. I was talking with mum about our info on grandfather Peter Paul Daly, Cyril's (Dad) father. She provided me with Philip's number, and I rang him, and he answered. I got some extra details for the bio I have written on grandfaher, and found out my cousins seems like a very down to earth and regular bloke. Mum chatted to him for a while after I was finished. I also emailed my second cousin Kevin Daly in America to see what information he might have.Dialogue with Marcus Low has been happening online at youtube and in email. I isuppose I do have a social life on facebook in reality where I talk with family and other people. Online I have quite a bit of social activity, so there are people talking to me in lfie. On Tagged which I have joined I get 'Buy Me Whores' emailing me every day. That's a bit of a sarcastic way of looking at it, but Tagged people would know what I am saying. In the end there is still enough going on in my life, and I am content for the time beings. As I say, life goes on. Bye for now.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter Ninety-One

Written Wednesday 26th of September 2018 / 26th of September 6181 SC. My name is Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly.  I am a human being.  I have a body.  My body has 2 arms, 2 legs, 2 hands, 2 feet, 8 fingers, 2 thumbs, 10 toes, 2 eyes, 2 ears, 1 nose, 2 nostrils, 1 heart, 1 brain, 1 mouth with 2 lips, a skull and a whole lot of internal organs as well as an integumentary system – the skin - to wrap it all together. I have brown hair, which was blonde when I was very young.  I am male, and have male genitalia (a penis and 2 testicles).  I am right handed so write with my right hand.  I am not colour blind so see normal colours from spectrum.  I eat a variety of food, including bread and meats and vegetables of various kinds.  The meats I eat include a little bit of beef, mostly chicken, fish sometimes, bacon from time to time, rarely calamari and prawns and crab, and an occasional Turkey at Christmas.  I don’t normally eat other meats apart from those in my diet. Vegetables I eat most include potato, corn, peas, broccoli, cauli flower, some times carrot, but not usually much else.  I drink a lot of fruit juices of various kinds, including apple, orange, blackcurrant and this and that.  I was educated at St Patrick’s school in Cooma in New South Wales in Australia.  I have lived in Berridale, Cooma and Canberra.  I was a premature babe, and came out of my mother’s womb a couple of weeks or thereabout earlier than the usual 9 months for a child to be born from conception.  Conception is when the male sperm (from his seed) connects to an egg in a females ovary.  My body is whole, but I am currently missing a few of my teeth from natural aging processes, and eating a bit too much sugary foods in younger years.  I’ve had horrible toothaches over the years, but they are mostly comfortable these days despite a few problems.  I have the mental disease schizophrenia, but am medicated on the medicine Invega for that which is an injection I receive once every 4 weeks.  I wear clothes as my natural course of affairs, and have no penchant for nude swimming at nude beaches or rivers, and have no desire to go around strutting my naked chest terribly much in society, but sometimes at the swimming pool my chest will be exposed, but I usually wear long track pants when I go swimming at the pool.  I do wear shorts on occasion, and am not against it, but usually will wear longer pants around the house and out in public.  It’s not a rule though, but generally how I go about things.  I wear my hair usually long these days, an inheritance from my heavy metal days in my late teens and early twenties, but will nearly always have a beard of a centimetre or so as a minimum.  I don’t really shave anymore hardly, but I do trim the beard down from time to time with scissors to shorten its length.  I don’t use glasses or hearing aids, and have fine vision and hearing, but I could probably use sunglasses in sunny weather as my eyes are a little bit sensitive to bright sunlight.  I trim my fingernails with both my teeth and scissor, and a nail clipper on rare occasions.  I wash in the shower in hotter weather nearly every day, but in the colder seasons every couple of days is more common, as I am less sweaty in those times of the year, and it’s less of an issue.  But all things considered I shower quite regularly, if only with water, as I don’t really use soap or shampoo or the like.  If I were to go out on a very special occasion I would possibly use such things, and may even fully shave for such an event, depending on whether I felt it appropriate or not.  I’m heterosexual and have engaged in sexual encounters with prostitutes on just over 50 occasions from 1999 to 2017.  I have been once in the last 2 and half years, and have no intention of visiting them again.  That behaviour is no longer in my character, and will wait for marriage before re-engaging in sexual activity with a woman.  I sleep in sporadic spurts throughout the day and night, and sometimes can be awake in the wee hours of the morning, on the internet a lot of the time and listening to music.  It is common for me to be up late at night.  I eat 3 meals sort of a day, usually there will be a nightly meal of substance, and snack a bit in between meals.  Sometimes there is  significant meal later at night.  I am mostly content enough these days, despite being depressed in former years, and life is generally a good life

Cheers

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberr, Australia

Chapter Ninety-Two

Written Saturday 3rd of Novemer 2018 / Saturday 3rd of November 6181 SC. Hey. Well, Adrian has left the MH Tuggeranong team, and we've had a new worker called Ian Pennel, and I gave it some thought, and have dropped out of using MHT and going to my own local doctor for my monthly injections. It's through the National Health Co-Op. I have to pay a yearly member fee of about $50 currently, and apart from that cost its free with your health care card. So that is the most convenient way now, as I wanted to move on from MHT and also the drop in centre, which I probably won't get involved with anymore. Life moves on at times, and I felt with the departure of Adrian it was like the end of an era, and time to move on with a new plan. My new doctor is Doctor Erkan Serkan or Doctor Serkan Erkan – one way or the other, and I'm not sure if that is the exact spelling. But it is the nurse who gives me my injections, so I won't always need to see the doctor when I visit. I have felt my mental health has been improving for a while now, and it was time to take responsibility and manage my own injections and my own mental health management. Part of healing my indeed by simply deciding to act responsibly and making more mature and grown up decisions about everything. It's going fine so far. I had a visit from Rob Preston not too long ago, and we had a chat about this and that – usual banter. One particular morning I felt a very strange sort of spiritual uplifiting or something like that. Just a weird light feeling in my soul, I guess, in my body almost. It faded as the morning passed, and the day got on with its usual business, but it was a very memorable encounter, and not something I've experienced before. Maybe the spirit of God simply lightening things up a bit for a while. My mother was in hospital this past week with what appears to have been kidney stones problems. She passed a stone by the looks of it, and was in a lot of pain that evening. Brigid took her to hospital, and she was in for a couple of days. But in all truthfulness she mended pretty quickly, and was indeed able to make it to last nights trivia night we had arranged a while ago. The trivia night ws run throug the local Catholic Church mum is part of – Corpus Christ Parish – and we had a very good time. The priest gave some words about all people being welcome at the event, which was very considerate of him, but religioius ministers often say things like that these days at such events. Our team had a name which I came up with called 'Victory' but it didn't prove true in the end. I think we ended up with 84 points and the winning team ad 99 points. We were not in the top 3 and I am not sre were we placed in the end. But we were second before the final round. I took a little bit of digicam video of the night, which might make it onto youbue once I find the cord to connect the digicam to the PC. There were 9 people on our table, and it was a good night, with some lollies in a bowl and they served some snack food, mini pies, chips, sausage rolls and calamari. Mum bought me a couple of glasses of coke, and I had a pretty good time. We got quite a lot of questions correct, but not quite enough to be champions in the end. Better luck next time as more are possibly planned. Anyway, Jayden, my sister Brigid's son, my nephew, is staying with me and mum for a couple of weeks, he just came today. He's had enough of life in Chakola, and is moving back in with his mum in Calwell. But to start with he is with us for a couple of weeks. He has bought up his dog Flokey, which mum is not too keen on, and a cat, which is in a cat box. It will give me someone to talk with for a while, apart from mum, so we'll see how things go. I'm not really fit enough any more to go cycling, but I've had bikes over the years. I might have mentioned it before, but I had a 10 speed bike back in Cooma. I remember one occasion a group of us kids, not my usual gang, but my brother I think and some other kids, went to the old roller skating rink in Polo Flat behind the hill in Cooma, a sort of industrial area, but its pretty quiet on weekends. We managed to get into the old rink, and we rode our bikes around there. I remember crashing into the side of the rink and coming off my bike. It might have been this occasion, or perhaps anotehr time with my traditional buddies – can't rembmer for sure. I've had plenty of bike spills over the years, once crasing into a car which was coming out of a carpark next to centennial park in Cooma, back in the 80s. But I've usually only had a few scrapes as a legacy, despite putting the bikes themselves through a lot of grief. But life has a lot of grief and cuts and scrapes in it, and I suppose we wouldn't be living, or at least not living terribly exciting lives, if we didn't have a few cuts and scrapes to remember it all by. In many ways these days I really wish I had the energy for the tom foolery of past years, but It's perhaps best I don't, especially with my well developed sense of sarcasm. No matter. Well, that's the last month or so, and I'm still single, but happy enough, and looking forward to each day, as I've got plenty of life still left in me. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter Ninety-Three

Written Wednesday 14th of November 2018 / 14th of November 6181 SC. Hello. Me again. At the moment I am feeling a bit melancholy and unsure of my life and finding direction and things. But its been like that for a while. I find that as a Karaite Noahide, I am not really at liberty to indulge in studying the Tanakh beyond the Rainbow Torah of Genesis 1:1 – 11:9, apart from the Book of Job which may have been Noahic in origin, as it is the priestly nation of Israel's Torah, and would be confusion of covenants. I know I won't be judged for doing it, but there is something in me which says I just can't. The direction for the Karaite Noahide faith, at least of my own ideas in the ANM and personally, really has to come from me at this stage, as there are very few Karaite Noahides to get any other guidance from. So while I have a lot of videos and writings so far, I still find a lack of some kind of substance to get the direction I need for life and for it to be going the right way. The philosophy seems to be here we are, and it doesn't really matter what you do with life, as it is much ado about nothing. We have this earth, this Eden, and we just need to feed ourselves, and find love and family, and entertain ourselves. But with the sadness which is still part of my lfie I know I am not doing enough about all of that. Something lacks. I'm overweight, and have to take medication which drains my mental energy making me sleep a lot. There is nothing I can much do about that. But I feel like I have to keep on making some decisions to eat a bit less of the junkie sorts of foods, and when I can get some weight off, to do a bit of exercise. For a man I know a lot of it is increasing testosterone, and cutting down on dairy and sugary foods, and eating things like brocolli and cauliflower. I have to be more determined to make those dietary changes, and recently I chatted to mum a little bit about it, and things have made a minor change. But I need to persist with that. There is still a need in me to find a mate in times, and I am heterosexual, so while life might not really have much of a point to it, the way God has made a human we probably won't find satisfaction until we are doing things properly enough. And I am not really sure I am doing things properly enough yet. Sins are starting to diminish a lot, and overall I am making progress in my spiritual walk with God. Prostitution and fornication are now things of the past, and pornography is gradually diminishing, and I feel soon will disappear from my life. It just happens in time with more Torah studied. So things are heading in the right direction in my life, and I am probably getting there. Just need to keep at it and keep going. It's been 11 days since my last entry, and I haven't done much. Jayden has been around a bit, but is back in Calwell now with his mum. We watched some movies together, and chatted a bit. He is going into acting school, so has some sort of plan for life. He's 21I think, and not 100% sure what to do with his life yet. We need a passion I think as humans, and if we can't find one, we need to just choose something and stick with it. I had to go to the doctor for my injection the other day, but the chemist didn't have my medicince, so I had to order it in, and ring up for a new appointment. Fortunately the National Health Co-Op is only a yearly fee, so missing won't cost my anything. I watched 'I Tonya' the other night about the Tonya Harding story, and it was a cracker of a movie. Very entertaining, and I also watched some youtube vids about Tonya afterwards, and stuff on Margot Robbie skating, who played Tonya in the movie. Christmas is coming up and we are spending it at the Mico's (my nieces boyfriends family), so that will be a change. Quiet enough times at the moment. No new fiction, but the videos are still coming along. No plans of getting a job or studying for next year yet – still not well enough as far as I am concerned. The mental health has improved, but there are still issues, and its just not time yet to change things. I wish I could, but I would still be more hindrance than help in a workplace, and I need to get the weight under control before I can do much at all with my life in all honesty. But one day things will change. I bought a new CD player – a Lenoxx – recently. It arrived in the mail the other day and I have been enjoying my CDs with better sound than the PC offers me. It wasn't too expensive – under $100 – but it does the job well enough. I intend to also find myself a new sega megadrive, as I can't find my old one, and I need a powerbox for my Commodore 64 as well. I'm mostly content in life with my current amount of personal possessions. I only buy more because I have the money and need to spend it on something. I have a place to live with my mother, so I just sort of buy stuff – its sort of just how it works at the moment. But I'm mostly content. A few holes to fill in my comic collection, and maybe one or two books to track down, but mostly I don't really need anything. Probably a few more friends and a bit of love one of these days. But mostly content. Mostly happy enough. Things are getting there. On we go.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter Ninety-Four

Written Saturday 8th of December 2018 / Saturday 8th of December 6181 SC. Hello again. Daniel here. Well, nearly a month, and some activity. Interesting enough life experiences. Maybe learning experiences also. Life, we live, we learn, don't we. What it's all about. Rob Prestong dropped around again, and we had a smoke, and chatted our usual chit chat. Read some bible again, and then Ian Pennell dropped around, Adrian Chans' replacement, who is now heading up the Sunshine Coast for a new life. He brought around his replacement, Dale something or other, who seemed a senstive soul, but suitable enough. Time will tell if I get involved much again. Probably not throug. Apart from the likelihood that I'll continue now to go to MHT for my injections, instead of National Co-Op, and continue to see Dr Westcombe, I'll probably just continue on with my work in writing and video making. On that particular issue I think I need to learn to pace things over a year, my projects for the year, and not bite off too much. I bit off a lot this year, probably too much, and despite that I could swallow it in the end, the suffering was too great. I'll hopefully learn from that. My great niece, Natalia Mico, Georgia's kid, had her baptismal party here at 29 Merriman Crescent in the back yard last weekend on Saturday the 1st of November, the first day of summer. It had been planned for a bit, and the day was warm without being too hot. There was a lot of family around the prior evening and then that morning, with Brigid and Jacint's kids all hanging around, and this and that friend of the family. They'd spent the last few days bringing in party tents and seats and a fridge and things, setting it all up. There is still stuff in the back yard they haven't taken away yet. That morning it was busy in the house, but it quieted down a bit before 10 when they all disappeared to church to the baptism ceremony. It wasn't an issue if I came or not, so I didn't really bother in the end. Not too much of an issue to me, and quite frankly I'm not sure if the mother, Georgia, really gave much of a damn. She doesn't exactly go to church regularly, and I honestly think it was more of going with tradition than any deep conviction. But I could be wrong. I put on music from my room,, quite loud, but when I went outside to get some grub around 1 in the arvo, I didn't notice the music. There were a lot of friends and family and a lot from the Mico's connections, and I saw some new faces, but I mostly just stuck in my room, cleaned it all up for something to do, and played music. Bu the food was great, and we had leftovers for a while. Was eating vanilla slice leftovers well into the following week. I did hang around later on in the evening, when it had quietened down a lot, and had a good chat with the more intimate family members who were still hanging around. Had some education trivia with Amela and Rachel (Jacinta's kids) and learned that Amelia and Ronan are excellent at soccer, and in fact Ronan is repping in a Canbere team or something like that this season coming up. He's quite good at it, and Amelia is doing well at the sport also. Rachel, though, she's the reader amongst the kids. I asked her if she was the smartest in the family, and she agreed, and nobody really disagreed with her either. She wasn't cocky though. Just honest. Anyway, it was a great event and a happy day, and great day in my life. Quite happy that day. Me and mum relfected on that, and that it had all gone quite well. Oh, and further back a bit was my birthday on the 20th, which was nothing too special, but a nice cake, and a decent enough day. The real news in some ways is the bloody horrible time I've had with my leg. I suffer from cellulitis on my legs and it flared up again in the last few days. The right leg was not a problem with time, and is slowly on the road to healing, but the left was very painful, and I had maggots in it again. I weeeded them all out, but last night the pain was so bad I had to go to the hospital. As soon as I told mum I needed to go to the hospital, funnily enough the pain started diminishing. I have a feeling she might have prayed, or there might be some other spiritual dynamic at work about people going to hosptials because of pain. I called my sister Brigid, who was at the Mico's and she came and collected me. She drove me in, and they actually admitted me overnight. I had antibiotics from a needle drip, and some pain killers earlier. By the morning I was mostly ok again. They dressed the cellulitis , and gave me antibiotics – Fluxloxcillin, or something like that – and some stuff to dress the leg again on either Monday or Tuesday. Mum should probaby be able to do that. The pain really was quite bad, and I was not a happy chappy. I didn't curse God or anything like that. I was upset, but I've been through a lot of pain in recent years, and endured through it. Gotten used to it in some ways. But I'm all better now. Got a taxi home, and mum paid the taxi man when I got home, and have had a sleep and got in to a vidoe and a bito of plotting on 'Clamorton Clans', the new volume in the Angels Saga. I actually feel quite good now, all things considered, and have a new lease on life somewhat. Life does go on. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter Ninety-Five

Written Saturday 15th of December 2018 / 15th of December 6181 SC. Hello again. Quiet few days. Been down the street in taxis to get my ciggies. At BP and at the Tobacconist in Chisholm. The Tobacconist is cheaper than BP for tobacco, which is probably somewhat true universally, that is service station convenience stories usually have more expensive prices. But BP here in Chisholm operates 24/7 around the clock, so you pay extra for the convenience. And for me who likes to go down and get my tobacco as soon as my centrelink allowance comes through early Thursday morning around 3:30 am, because I have usually run out of tobacco by then, that is definitely a convenience I enjoy. Sometimes I can wait till 9 in the morning, when the tobbaconist is open, because my tobacco from the previous week lasts long enough, which saves me money, and gives me extra cash for eBay and to buy a few extra comics or CDs or DVDs or things. When I am down to my last dollar or so each allowance day I will usually spend that on a stamp or some stamps at a very low price around $1 on eBay, but I collect stamps anyway, and it helps build up my stamp collection. Mostly during the week there is only a few cents in my bank account because of it. I normally pay my mum my board each week, which is a direct deposit into her bank account, and then I buy my tobacco, and then it is spending money on the things I am after. Been like this quite a while now. On ebay the other day I bought a mate for Edgar the Goat and Monkey, the comedy dolls in my videos on Noahide Videos Bible, and they have now both arrived. They should both appear in videos soon enough, but they are getting to know their mates, and have already been up to dangerous liasisons with them. My sister and my mother dressed my cellulits scaring earlier this week as per the doctor's instructions after coming out of hospital. My sister Brigid also cut my toenails and suggested I get some sort of help, using my NDIS money, to come in and help me out, especially with my legs and feet. I'll probably get around to something in time. Jayden was there that day, Brigid's boy, and mum gave him one of our hardback books from our library, a book which had come from the folio society, books mum and matthew, my deceseed older brother, primarily ordered back a number of years ago. Jayden said he would read the book, and he doesn't take much of an interest in books, so I'm hoping he does read it all. Reading is a big part of education, and Jayden could use the knowledge. He's gotten into a drama school, and already has done work in the field, so here's hoping it works out for him. I got my injection the other day – yesterday actually – and it was the new guy Dale who has replaced Ian Pennell. He's actually a pretty decent fella, early 40s, and likes a lot of the heavy metal I grew up with. I mentioned an Adrian Smith album, Silver and Gold, a guitarist from Iron Maiden, and he loaded it up in the van on an Apple device, which can load any music you want (at least any in the database). Se we listened to a bit of the Adrian Smith album, and I got my injection. Same nurse as last mony, an Asian lady, and she was kind and considerate. Dale grabbed the Canberra Weekly for my from the library, and I cam home. There is a Christmas party for the Mental Health group on Tuesday, and I have asked Dale to pick me up for that. It's at the usual place, near the lake (Lake Tuggeranong) next to the Lake Tuggeranong pool, where there is barbecue facilities. I've had a number of Mental Health barbecues there before. Ian Pennel was a nice guy, but didn't quite gel with me, and I didn't really bother going to group during his time. But with Dale I am thinking I will possibly start getting actively involved again, also as I feel my current predicament is not really going to change now, and I am not fit for work, parttly because of my mental health, but also because of my weigh and difficulty getting around, as well as my very erratic sleeping patterns. It is why I do my own thing with my videos for yoututbe and writing – well one of the reaons I make this my main thing. Jacinta came up today with Rachel, and she gave me a bit of chocolate, and I've spent the day doing a few videos, and sleeping a lot. My medication (antibiotics) are nearly complete, and mum will dress my cellulitic scarring again tomorrow, and if I can get in touch with Brigid she might come around and help. My mood has been ok the last few days. But the year is almost over with, and soon I will likely start seriously getting into writing the next volume in the angels saga, 'Clamorton Clans', which is a 2019 project for the most part, and also get stuck in my 2019 work for videos production. There are no change in plans or objectives for 2019 – really just more of the same – doing time in a sense – but I am content enough,a nd it is the way I will build my long term dreams and goals for my life. It's heading in the right direction (I hope) and I am mostly content enough, and happy with how life is going so far. As I say, it could be better but it could be worse, yet its good enough. I am still looking forward to the rest of my life and what it might have in store for me. These sedate days are interesting, but they will change in times, and who really knows what the future holds. For now I'm content, so to all a good night, turn out the lights, and don't let the bed bugs bite. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter Ninety-Six

Written Friday the 28th of December 2018 / 28th of December 6181 SC.  Cheers to everyone.  Well, I had a chat with Dr Westcombe on Monday this week.  He is my psychologist down at Mental Heath Tuggeranong.  He asked me how it was going – he usually asks a similar sort of question to initiate our conversations.  I related that life had transpired much the same as it had from our last discussion.  The symptoms of my mental health were about the same, and there were no real major life events which had occurred.  He seemed happy enough with everything.  He also filled out a form I had for claiming my superannuation early due to permanent incapacity.  He didn’t have any problem signing the form, but I am not 100% sure if I really want to claim my super early or not.  It has been something I have been mulling over.  For the time being I won’t submit any forms, and need to have my personal doctor sign the forms also, as I need two doctors to verify my condition, but regardless I will probably just leave my superannuation alone to mature until regular age of 60 +.  Might even end up leaving it till about 70, as it will have grown quite well by that time.  Probably the wise thing to do, but time will tell of my decision.  The doctor seemed like his usual self.  David Westcombe is a nice guy, a good doctor, and he is married to Louise Camm, my older mental health case worker, a truly wonderful lady.  She was always looking out for me, and told me once I had potential.  I hope to make that statement true by and by.  Dale, the new replacement for Ian Pennel who replaced Adrian Chan, picked me up and took me in again.  He grabbed the Canberra Weekly from the library for me again also, kindly.  I have a collection now dating back to early in this year, and some from earlier years also.  I occasionally read articles from the Canberra Weekly magazine.  Early on it hardly had any articles – only a few pages, and mostly property for sale ads.  But it has grown in recent years, and is a genuine decent free Canberra magazine now, and I feel genuinely worth collecting.  If there are free things like that in life on offer, I think it is wise and prudent to take advantage of such things, collect them, and use them for the purpose intended.  Life does not always cut you so many breaks, so take the advantages that you can – legally that is.  We had our Christmas party at the Mico’s on Tuesday.  It was mostly a quiet affair for me personally, but I saw a number of new faces, and many old ones also.  Talked to Will a bit more – will is the daughter of Nicky and the brother of Marion, who live at the farm with my brother-in-law David.  Mum mentioned to me the other day that Nicky was apparently looking for a bit more of a relationship from David – I am only quoting mum and do not know if this is factual mind you – but they have had some kind of relationship or friendship I do not really know the conditions of.  It’s not my business of course.  Not prying either.  I asked mum what their surname was, but she didn’t actually know, but apparently it might have Russian in its origin.  I remember Nicky and Marian form a number of visits to Chakola – I have known them a few years now, and Will is starting to become familiar enough.  Nice enough people, actually.  I think David has done a good thing taking them in, as they seem like a honest bunch.  There was a number of the Mico’s at the party, and Bridges’ and possibly others – not sure.  Sue Grey and her dad came along, and of course they have been down to Chakola with me and mum when we stayed down there for a short holiday a few years back.  Tom is Sue’s dad’s name, and he lives in England, but visits Australia for extended periods quite regularly.  He’s old enough, probably in his 80s I guess, and we are able to chat, and he a nice old guy.  I had just one main plate for a meal – I didn’t bother going back for seconds – but I did have some of mum’s trifle for desert, and smoked a few ciggies out the front while I was there.  Chatted with Will, as I said, and Corey’s brother Joshua gave me a humourous ‘Bon Jour’ when he came out the front, so he’s obviously a likely lad.  All up it was a non-eventful, but happy enough affair, and I was thinking afterwards, regarding my decision to remain quiet and just let the new people see me a bit, that it was probably the right thing to do, or something like that.  I got a new T-Shirt for Christmas and a Mug of Harry Potter design from mum, and she has still promised to track down the maths book I asked her to buy for me.  I bought her a paperback she asked for, and with a mug collection now of probably over 30 mugs I’ve had for a number of years now, I am very pleased with a Harry Potter one to add to my collection.  It’s been very hot the last couple of days – baking sort of heat – but I’ve coped well enough, and I commented to mum that at least it isn’t cold, and sometimes the very cold can be as annoying as the extreme heat.  I’ve always thought Canberra is lucky that it has brilliant Spring and Autumn’s were the weather is brilliant for half of the year.  We’re lucky like that.  Nearly finished my new Lucy Potter short story, which I had planned on writing at the end of the year after Christmas, and also planned on doing every year at that time.  It’s come out ok and the series seems to be heading in the right direction.  In 2019 I will be getting properly stuck into the next volume of Rebirth, which is Clamorton Clans, and I have ideas for the following volume, which at this stage will be called ‘Stormshadow.’  I wrote a basic plot idea for a Justice League of America movie, yesterday I think, and Have done over 50 videos for the month, so December has actually ended up being quite a creatively decent result, all things considered.  But 2019 beckons, and I intend to get stuck into what my basic goals I have in recent years established for the years output, and get on with things.  Whatever else happens next decade, 2019 is planned on definitely being more of the same for the time being, but I have no firm fixed idea for the following decade. We’ll cross that bridge when I come to it I suppose. All in all, a decent enough 2018, and we'll see what promise the new year holds. Again, cheers, and see you in 2019.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter Ninety-Seven

Written Sunday the 30th of December 2018 / 30th of December 6181 SC. Cheers. Yesterday was hot. Another hot one. I consumed a stack of Zooper Dooper ice blocks all night, which I has asked mum to buy for me. We were watching ‘The Sound of Music’ and I was munching on my Zooper Dooper’s and in mostly a good mood. I’ve watched ‘The Sound of Music’ in full a couple of times, years ago, but it’s on pretty regularly on TV, and I always watch bits and pieces of it when it’s on. Last night I saw a number of the scenes, and saw the ‘Do Re Me’ bit, which is always a highlight. Dinner was only peanut butter sandwiches, but mum hasn’t always wanted to cook in recent times, and I just wasn’t bothered terribly much for a big meal last night. I’ve been watching Sarah Vrba Scorpio videos for each month for a few months now, and watched the latest video for January 2019. I use her as a muse in some ways. I don’t really believe in astrology/tarot, but I like her general advice and use it as food for thought. She has the kind of personality and intellect which gels with me, and she is cute too. As a biblicalist we’re taught not to take soothsayery terribly seriously, so I use it as a source of dialogue in life and as a way of moving with the times and updating new knowledge in life. A regular magazine on life, if you can maintain the purchase of it, is a way of flowing with life and updating and taking in regular knowledge. For me it’s mostly the new music videos which chart on the ARIA charts each week which I stay up to date with and watch, and will normally have seen all the videos in the top 50 at any given time. At the moment there are old Christmas hits I’ve not seen as videos, but I’m not too worried about watching those sorts of videos much. But regular enough songs I will stay up to date with and it is a way, like I use the tarot videos I watch for each new month, to give me new cultural information which helps shapes my thought and gives me thinking which can craft its way into doctrine for my ongoing videos on youtube for the Noahide Videos Bible. I should probably resubscribe to National Geographic and read it all religiously, which might be the most suitable way to stay in touch with ongoing world affairs. Time magazine comes to mind as a magazine also useful enough to work with in this respect. I’ve had tummy rumbles today, which have finally mostly settled down, and I’m waiting on the result in the cricket of Australia vs India, but as an Englishman, with Australia the mortal enemy, come on India. Just joking. I had some intense dreams last night, as I usually do. My dreams are often very comforting but equally as much very sarcastic from the source of the dream. This morning mum went off to church to the 8 am service, but she went with Brigid, not another lady as planned, as today she is going down to the coast to Moruya, apparently, for some sort of activity. I'm sure she'll tell me what she got up to when she gets home, whatever time that is. So for now it's me and Pepper the cat in the other room, who sleeps most the day like cats do. I've done some videos this morning on a few subjects, and am at the moment listening to Scorpio Tarot readings for January 2019 on youtube to pass the time. Warm weather, and quiet day. A lot of days are quiet in reality in my life. But that is probably what life is meant to be like in many ways, especially in the primordial creation of man when it was just the Garden of Eden. A quiet life is not necessarily a bad thing, but I usually like a degree of activity. It was certainly more active in earlier years, especially in my teens, but perhaps I should be grateful for these quiet times, and use it as a time to learn and relax and collect things, which is what I've been preoccupied with since my teens. Of course, this autobiography is also a blog and a journal, and a vehicle to relate my thoughts on life, and not just my history. So I usually have things to say, so perhaps I can make these entries even more regular, and get it all said. I suppose like Gabriella Cilmi sings, if there are lessons to be learned I'd rather get my jam of words in first. I got a new copy of the debut House of Lords album again the other day, and listened to it a number of times in a row. I recall thinking about how as careers for bands and artists progress, their sound and music gradually develops and after many years they are often quite different to their foundation. It probably reflects a lot of growth and thought in life. House of Lords music in early times was very much that hard rock sound of the late 80s, and while they have persisted with that basic notion, it's gradually matured over the years, and there is a rich sound today in their musical offerings. You know, there is no real obligation for someone in musich whose hit big to go on with their career. But I think it says a lot about an artist and their dedication to their craft if they carry on anyway, and continue to work at producing quality music. I seem to think in my writing that I could call it quits, and have wanted to do that from time to time, but invariably I sit down and start writing again or doing videos, and it just seems to go on, almost with a life of its own. Funny. Anyway, that will do for this entry, and I'll write again soon enough.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

Chapter 98

Written Monday the 31st of December 2018 / Monday the 31st of December 6181 SC. This is my final chapter for 2018/6181.  Naturally not much has happened in the last day, but I’ll talk on this and that.  Mum went to Moruya with the Micos and Brigid and such.  Corey was fishing at a river next to Moruya Airport and they were staying at a site at Moruya Airport, chatting.  After that they went to Browlee and then up to Bateman’s Bay, were they stayed at Gloria’s place for a bit (Gloria is my brother in law David Brigid’s mother).  They went out for a meal, and brought me home a pizza, which I ate last night.  Corey’s car broke down and they had to get a pick-up-truck from Queanbeyan to come and collect them.  Mum was having a bit of a winge at me about Corey and his cheap cars, but the kid is not that rich yet, and doesn’t exactly have stable employment in life yet – he is only 19.  I had dreams again last night, one about my AFL team Hawthorn having great success, and a picture of a giant factory chimney which was probably just down the road near the Chisholm shops and Gilmore, in a built up traditional looking industrial area.  Very weird.  Of course, India won the test yesterday, so I was happy a bit.  I support Australia well enough at most things, but nearly all my money is with the English in cricket, so I don’t mind this current downturn in the fortunes of Australian cricket one little bit.  I managed to get some more biography on my brother Gregory written yesterday, and did my first biography on my deceased brother Matthew.  That may possibly be added to at a future point with more anecdotes.  Had some coffee this morning, but poured out the old milk, which gave lumps in my first coffee.  Mum complained a bit initially but seemed to settle down when I explained the lumps.  She said it didn’t happen for her with her own coffee this morning, but there were nasty bits in mine.  Of course, milk, if you leave it out, and don’t store it in a cool place, tends to go off rather quickly and turns sour and becomes undrinkable.  But you all knew that didn’t you.  We have a pretty big refrigerator in the kitchen, with one of those newish stainless steel covers, rather than the traditional white gloss that so called ‘White Goods’ have usually had in past years.  White Goods are usually things like fridges and dishwashers and ovens and washing machines and clothes dryers and the like.  For many years such things usually came coloured white, but it was probably the mid to late 1990s when other colours and things gradually started becoming popular.  The stainless steel look is now very common.  2018 all up was a productive enough year.  I managed to write somewhere around 300,000 words in fiction, and quite a bit in non-fiction also, and probably about the same amount of videos produced as in 2017.  There was some art done also, so all up probably my most productive creative year so far, and prayer was as much the same as it has been since 2013, the beginning of years of voluminous biblical chapter prayers.  Mostly psalms, but other chapters used also.  Had a few smokes this morning, and I’m being careful with my current pack of tobacco to ensure it lasts until at least well into Wednesday morning.  I don’t get my weekly allowance to around 3:30 early Thursday morning, but it’s not too hard getting through half a day waiting for a smoke if necessary.  Often I have winged to borrow money from mum in the past when I’ve run out of tobacco, and she is usually reluctant to lend me any.  I acquired a fair chunk of stuff in 2018 – about the same as past years – but it was decent enough things for my overall collection, and I am still softly working on having the ‘Best Collection’ in general for my total life items acquired in life for eternity.  The total number of comics I’ve owned in life is now probably of world standards, into the very many of thousands.  I read once the president of DC Comics, Geoff Johns, owned around 60,000 comics, 99% DC, and with that knowledge I know I am in the ballpark of having a damn decent comic collection by the end of my days.  But I also collect a lot of CDs and Magazines and Books and DVDs and Video Games and Games and Toys in general, as well as various other items, so the goal is to continue working dedicatedly to have owned a vast collection of desirable items by the time of my death, should a world to come reality not intervene first.  I’m pretty confident that in terms of my total life assets of collectables, having visited a number of homes in my 46 years, and seen the kind of material the general population owns, that I am probably in the top 1% internationally of assets in terms of wealth and value, mainly because I have gone so hard for so long at collecting these things.  I’ve recycled it all time and time again, but I do believei t is all there in eternity for me, and ultimately as long as I place well (If such a thing could actually be measured – perhaps Forbes 500 top collections), I will be happy enough. All things considered a decent enough 2018, and I am looking forward to 2019 very much. I plan on working steadily in 2019 to accmplish many things, and while it it is a year of no real change in the general gameplan of life, with 2020 most likely to be a new beginning if such an idea comes around, the beginning of the new decade an all that, I do hope to be productive and have a year in which I do enough creative product, and live a happy and useful enough life. Cheers

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia


Chapter 99

Written Tuesday 1st of January 6182 SC / 1st of January 2019. Cheers. Here we are. First day of the new year. I welcomed in the new year with a drink after midnight with mum. I had Irish whiskey and she had one of those alcoholic cream drinks. We watched the fireworks from Sydney on ABC. Took about 12 minutes. I thought the music was lacklustre, but the fireworks were about standard, improving towards the end. Slept most of the night, and rose at about 6:30 this morning. Had some weet bix for breakfast and we had roast chicken, potatoes and carrot for dinner. I did the 'Bredbo 2' video today, but no other creative works apart from writing tis entry. Spent a lot of the time on youtube watching new videos from Halsey, Fall Out Boy, the Bangles, Billy Idol and The 1975 as well as some by Portugal the Man. Prayed a bit this morning using Jonah chapter 1, and listened to Genesis 1:1 – 11:9 (What I call the Rainbow Torah) on youtube. I listen to it constantly on youtube. I've got some things I've commited to buying on eBay, including a new NRSV bible which I plan on using for 2019. I've retired my two other bibles, the Green New World Translation bible and my other NRSV. They've gone into permanent retirement in my book cases, and will not be used again. From now on, for the forseeable future, I plan on buying a new bible each year which will be the prayer bible I use for the year. Once the year is complete I will retire it somewhere on my bookshelves, and move on to the new one for the new year. I'll use the NRSV translation for the time being, but might go back to other translations after a while. We'll see what comes. Mum watched the Royal Edinburgy Military Tattoo today, and I watched a bit of it. That sort of culture is starting to appeal to me. Wasn't really into it as a kid, but its grown on me over the years, and I appreciate traditional stuff more now that I'm older. The back of my leg is still aching a bit from time to time. It's not as bad as it was when I was hospitalized – nowhere near as bad thankfully. It's been another hot day in Macarthur and I've been sweating a fair bit today. I've often said that I prefer the cold to the heat because at least you can put warm clothes on in the cold, but it's more difficult to cool down, but in the last year or so I've had second thoughts, and noticed the cold can get really cold, and I possibly don't mind the heat so much because at least its not actually cold. Thank God for Canberra Autumns and Springs. I've got an air cooler in my room, but you really should fill it with water to get the best results, and while mum has a much newer one in the main living room she uses, this one is the old family one, and she complains if I don't fill it with water when I use it, and often I couldn't be bothered to go the rigamarole of doing that. My new stereo is current sitting on top of the cooler, and I have to move it off (and it is in 3 pieces) before I can add in the water, which is another reason I could not bother putting water into it much. But the heat is such at the moment that I bothered today. Looking forward to a cool change soon enough. Did my annual call up today. That was started as a Noahide Traditon I came up with, which I've done a video on. Usually I call old acquaintances and friends up when the new year ticks over. Not always on new years day, but usually sometime in early January. Phoned a few people today, but will probably call up a few more on the weekend coming up. It's a useful enough tradition and I've done it for a few years now, and Rob Preston, who I call regularly anyway, commented today that it was one of those things I did. I think it's probably a good tradition, and I will stick with it. It also doesn't really bother people too much if you only call them once a year. I spoke with Rob Preston, Ray Ceely and Trish Kirby today, each just briefly. Also left a message for the Downs of the United Pentecostal Church. Tobacco has run dry, so I've got about 30 hours till wait till my money comes in and I can get some more. I'll cope getting through, but I like my smokes regularly. Probably addicted, but I still smoke only because I want to, and I don't want to quit. I like them too much. Was a virgin for all of 2018. Well, ok. I didn't sleep with a woman – no prostitution for the year. Didn't touch any alcohol either. I've sworn off prostitution and fornication in general, and I'm pretty sure I've commtted to that. I just know too well that it doesn't work as an idea, and that you really should only make love to your spouse in marriage, and that's were it belongs, and its as simple as that. Fidelity in marriage is a truth I'm starting to understand. I'll probably get a shower once I've finished typing this up. It's hot still, even at 9:20 in the evening with the window wide open, and I'm all sweaty still and need to clean off and cool down. I'm in a good enough mood, and have settled down to my 2019 workload realizing it will be much the same as the last half dozen years I've just been through. Sort of in a zone of behaviour at the moment – no great changes planned. A new approach for 2019, but mostly the same old same old. 2020 could be the start of something new, and probably will be, but for now I'll finish off the decade with the standard plan of no change for now. Steady as we go I think. Well, that should about do. It's a new beginning, first day nearly over, and here we go. We'll see, indeed, just what comes. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia



Chapter 100

Wrtten Wednesday 2nd of January 6182 SC /

Wednesday 2nd of January 2019 CE.

Have decided to keep a basic diary of what I do each day in dot point form. Will make these the entries from now on, but will continue to write a traditional autobiography chapter ever few weeks or so like I normally do. This new addition might last a whle – or it might not. We'll see how it goes.

THIS IS THE FINAL ENTRY OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY IN THIS PARTICULAR DOCUMENT. THE PUBLISHED RAINBOW BIBLE ENDS WITH 100 CHAPTERS OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY. BUT IT IS NOT THE ACTUAL END – JUST COMPLETING THIS DOCUMENT AT THIS WEB ADDRESS. FURTHER INFORMATION FOR MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY AND THE RAINBOW BIBLE WILL INSTEAD FEATURE IN THE NOAHIDE BOOKS GOOGLE GROUP I HAVE ESTABLISHED. THAT INFORMATION WILL HAVE A LINK ON MY NOAHIDE BOOKS WEB PAGE. IT WILL BE INDICATED IF THE INFORMATION FITS INTO THE RAINBOW BIBLE, OTHERWISE IT IS JUST INFORMATION FOR THE GROUP. SO CHEERS.

DANIEL THOMAS ANDREW DALY

CANBERRA, AUSTRALIA



The Life of Jacinta Maria Helen Bradley nee Daly 

A brief bio by her big brother Daniel 

Copyright 2015

Jacinta was born on the 8th of January 1974, the same birthday as Elvis Presley. She was born in Cooma hospital, where her brother's Greg and Matt and sister Brigid was also born. Her brother Daniel (myself) was born in Hull Maternity hospital in England. I do remember Jacinta's very early years in Berridale, where we first lived (the three after Brigid, as she was in Jindabyne in very early youth like Matt). Jacinta was always a peacemaker in the family, and had a soft heart. We played around as kids, and once, when we went and raided the Anglican church next door and threw stuff around everywhere, which I didn't get involved with personally, but remained outside, I think Jacinta was probably involved. She and Brigid had the girls room in Berridale, and they shared the girls room in Cooma also, as well as in Macarthur for a little while if I recall rightly. Jacinta did most of her schooling at St Pats, like all of us, but went to Padua Catholic High school in her later years when we moved to Tuggeranong in 1990. We were traditional boys with boys stuff growing up, and the girls were traditional girls. They had dolls and girly things, and Jacinta was a regular type of kid of the 1980s. I think she was semi-popular in school - I don't know for sure - but seemed to be friendly enough with Sonia Veneables, who I think remains a friend to this day, as she currently lives in Cooma again. For the life of me I can't really recall who Jacinta's teachers were at St Pats, but she probably shared one or two of them with me, but I can't recall. Jacinta went on all the family holidays with us as kids, and she probably spent most of her time with Brigid, but I spent a lot of time with her as well. Jacinta didn't like it when mum and dad argued, and tried to appease the situation, and shows her qualities in this. Mum has a favourite photo of Jacinta from when she was young and we stayed at Uncle Peter's place in Sydney (dad's brother). I think Jacinta was probably friends with Wing and Yang Lam, who were Vietnamese kids in school who our family was a little bit involved with. I can't recall the tape cassettes she owned as a kid for sure, but she probably had Wham albums, as she is a big George Michael fan. These days she has a large CD and Video collection built up from earlier years, and is a big fan of Harrison Ford, especially his Indiana Jones movies. Growing up, technically Jacinta and Brigid's Rugby League teams were both Parramatta, but they weren't really caught up in it like me and Greg. These days I think she supports the Bulldogs a bit, as Alan her husband is a mad Bulldog fan, and Ronan her son likes the doggies as well, but I think he also has a soft spot for the rabbitohs. Jacinta would watch the videos we watched as kids, and the TV like the rest of us, and would be found in her room a lot playing with her own things. As a family we were in fact around the dinner table in most of our Cooma years, in the kitchen, but this became very casual in the late 1980s and in Canberra we just sat wherever for our meals, and very rarely sat at a table together. I think we all chilled out a bit in the 1990s. Jacinta supports Hawthorn in the AFL, just like me, but again she is not mad on sports terribly much, but likes to chat about Alan's obsession a bit. She had friends in Padua, Debbie Messina and Katie Snell, who I ironically both worked with later on in DEETYA, just before my AQIS job. She was friendly with them for years afterwards, but time drifts on she has gradually lost contact with them. Her first boyfriend (that I am aware of anyway, or at least of any significance) was Darren, who she was going to marry at one stage. Darren, really, was quite a good bloke, and I had a positive impression of him, but it just didn't work out ultimately. It's not great matter, though, because while mum has an issue that Alan is a bit too controlling, like me she thinks he's a good enough bloke, and I think he is a responsible family man. Jacinta went all the way to the end of year 12 as I recall, and I think she did childcare studies afterwards and worked in childcare for a while. She worked at Blinky Bills (I think that is its name) childcare in Gowrie for a while, and has lived out of home at different places. She Met Alan sometime in the early 2000s probably, but it might have been sooner, and very soon after they met they moved in with each other. It turned out to be the right thing, because they seemed to have gelled, and stuck together. They had their first child, Ronan, out of wedlock, but when he was a few years old they married. So he's legit now. They have lived in Isabella Plains in Tuggeranong, as well as in Monash, and finally decided on moving to Cooma, where Alan works for Centrelink, currently in out of town training jobs I think, or something like that. They seem quite close to each other, and appear to get along, and the marriage seems to be a good one. Jacinta learned to drive a few years back, which has impressed me greatly, as I wasn't sure if she would ever have enough confidence to handle a car. But she can drive competently, and as time passes in life Jacinta is becoming both wise and experienced. She currently works for Coles in Cooma in the deli or checkout I think, and the family, after living in Cooma East and Cooma North, have finally managed to buy a home (with mum's help) in Cooma North. In my own life, when mum finally passes, I have a decision to either live with my sister Brigid here in Canberra, or buy a home or flat in Cooma. If I did choose Cooma in the end, Cooma North is usuaally my choice, regardless of Jacinta also living there, and we could potentially end up living close to each other, depending on what I can afford. Of course, I grew up in Cooma also for the entire 1980s, so living there again later on in life is one of the most realistic choices available to me, and is not dependant on Jacinta living there also. But I could end up down the road from her in just natural choices of my own in life. Jacinta also has two daughters, Amelia and Rachael. They are great kids, very friendly, and attend the Cooma North Public School. Jacinta is a big fan of 'Twilight' - the Vampire saga which is popular - and has read all the books. I adored the movies myself, but never got around to reading the books. She also likes traditional Romance types of novels, often ones with burly scottish celtic types of fellas. She wanted a highlander to marry when she was bit younger - I think she might possibly have developed this fantasy from the Highlander movie, which we all loved as kids, but I don't know for sure. But, of course, Alan is a Scot, and wore a kilt at their wedding. She got what she was after in the end. Jacinta was brought up Catholic, and has pretty much remained one all her life. I am not really sure how much she goes to church these days, and the kids were baptized in the Uniting Church as I recall, probably because that might have suited Alan a bit better. She does read the bible occasionally, and was involved with Hepzibah, the Charismatic Catholic movement, here in Canberra for a while. I went to a Caloola farm retreat with her once, when I had returned to Catholic faith in the mid 1990s for about 6 months, and it was a great time. First contact with Hillsong praise music, and I remember asking 'What about this born again message'? I was answered it was about an awakening. Very interesting. Jacinta is mostly busy with family life these days, and work, and making it all run smoothly. She is generally probably a pretty busy lady, with not a great deal of time for other things, but she remains a great gal, a good sister, and life wouldn't be the same without this loving daughter of Cyril and Mary Daly. She's my sis, and I'm proud to have her as one. 


The Life of Gregory Peter Francis Daly

A brief bio by his Big Brother Danny Daly

Copyright 2015 – 2018.


Chapter 1

Gregory Peter Francis Daly was born on the 14th of February 1976 in Cooma Hospital, New South Wales, Australia, the third son of Cyril Aloysius Daly and Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker. Greg had two older brothers, Matthew Joseph Anthony Daly (born 21st of October 1969 in Cooma Hospital) and Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly (born 20th of November 1972 in Hull Maternity Hospital, England), as well as two older sisters, Brigid (born 26th of October 1971) and Jacinta (born 8th of January 1974) both also born in Cooma hospital. All five children are the children of Cyril and Mary. Greg's first home was 7 Bent street in Berridale. He is a redhead, and I remember us holding him in the back yard when he was little. Greg was bright - straight away at school he was academic, and the brains in the familyu. Excellent at mathematics, technically minded like his father. Greg went on the family holidays like us all to Tathra and the East coast of NSW. He played with me and Peter Collins a lot of the time in Cooma, were we lived in the 1980s, at 6 Bradley Street. I remember Greg had a Transformers dinobot which I was always jealous of. Greg liked dinosaurs a lot as a kid, and he had a star chart globe later on which lit up the ceiling of a room with the constellations from a lamp inside it. He played armymen with me constantly as a kid, and we played cricket in the back yard for years. Greg was reasonably popular at school, and had friends, and had a crush on a 'Chelsea Mensch' he once told me. Greg would go to the river Murrumbidgee with us and swim. He would also go with me and Matt and Gerard Bryant to a river just beyond Numerella a lot as a kid, which had a whirlpool sort of mini rock falls, and it was great fun. Greg read the same sorts of fantasy books I read in his teens, and he read all of Alan Dean Fosters 'Spellsinger' series (6 volumes) which I owned but never got around to reading, and he also read Mike Jeffries 'Loremasters of Elundium' series which I also owned but never got around to reading. Of course, he read the Belgariad books, and loved them like me and Matt, and he probably read 'The Twilight Realm' by Christoper Carpenter but I can't remember for sure. He's a big Star Wars fan like me, and owns the original trilogy on video Cassette. He is musical, like me, at the keyboard primarily, and has advanced to level 4, but says its too much time and practice to bother with going anymore. Greg married Christie Gonzaga a number of years back, and they have one son James Adelino Cyril Daly. Recently Greg was in England with mum (who is still there on a 7 week holiday) with James, and he had a good time. Mum reported James came out of his shell a lot, and took a shining to Josie, Madelenes friend. Greg has degrees in commerce/economics sort of field and philosophy I think and a grad dip in accounting from memory, and has recentluuy studied aged care to work in that field. He worked in the Public Service here in Canberra for a number of years, as well as in Perth were he currently lives, but didn't like it much. He has worked at Woolworths a fair bit, and worked for YCW (Young Christian Workers) for quite a while before his other main jobs. He met Kylie Letham (I think that is her surname) in YCW and dated her for a while, but that didn't last, and he met Christie in YCW also I thin, and ended up marrying her. Greg has remained Catholic his whole life, and went to St Pats in Cooma from kindie to year 8 I think, but then Marist brothers in Canberra when we moved to Canberra in 1990. He might have done year 8 in Marist - I can't remember for sure. Greg composes, and has written several piano melodies in his time, as well as working on a concerto/symphony sort of work. He also has recorded a song called 'Holiday' with Christie on vocals, and its an ok pop song. Greg listens to a moderate amount of modern music, but is not huge on CDs. He likes TV a fair bit, and supports Carlton in the AFL, Australia in the Cricket, and the Bulldogs in the Rugby League like me and Alan Bradley, our sister Jacinta's husband. Greg has seen them play live a number of times, and we've both seen them play live the Canberra Raiders here in Canberra. Greg had a go at writing a few years back a Sci Fi work called the 'Sentopol Wars'. His grammar needed work, but he had good ideas for Sci Fi. I think he can write ok, but needs to wait till later on in life when he has more knowledge and experience. He has capabilities in this area. Greg has a good friend who worked with him in Tax here in Canberra called Terrence, and I am a friend of Terrence as well. We went to Terrences place in North Canberra a number of years ago with mum, and had a good time. Terrence lives with his mum and dad. Greg drinks beer, and is known to occasionally get intoxicated, but he's no drunkard. He's a good brother, and I think life will ultimately work out ok for Greg. He has family, a home they are paying off, and things are ok for him. I am sure he himself would want things to be perfect, but that's just the way of life for some of us, isn't it. Greg's a good bloke, and a good brother.

 

Chapter 2

Written Monday 14th of November 6179 SC / 2016 CE. Gregory is now working aged care, doing work going to peoples homes to help them with their activities. He studied aged care earlier this year, and left his public service job because it wasn't working out for him. They had rented a place in Perth where they were living, and were renting out their home, but now he is again living in his Forrestfield address with his family. Greg occasionally goes fishing in Mandurah near Perth with his father-in-law Adelino, and sometimes with his wife. Greg has mentioned to me that Christie, his wife, is a bit of a feminist, and from personal observations she is concerned on women's issues somewhat. Greg is continuing to work on his story 'The Sentopol Wars', and he emailed me a recent update which had shown a lot more story development and growth. He intends to finish it eventually. He has a website on youtube which has a couple of videos on it, and uses Facebook. Greg will be coming to Canberra for Christmas time this year, and staying for about 3 weeks. Other anecdotes from Greg's life, my mother has shared with me, include he played the Glockenspiel at St Pats school. He did a major project with Ben Peacock on currencies at school. Ben was a good friend of Greg's and he visited him once (perhaps more) in Goulburn where the Peacocks moved to. (as an aside the Peacocks used to send us a yearly letter they mailed out to family and friends on what had been happening in their lives). Christopher Peacock, Ben's father, was Greg's sponsor for his Catholic Confirmation, and they celebrated the confirmation night dinner at the Chinese Restaurant at the 4 mile outside of Cooma. Greg took the confirmation name of 'Paul' when he was confirmed that day. When Greg was in England as a kid with mum on holiday they once visited the Hull Little Theatre to see the King and I. Uncle Gerald also took Greg down south and they visited a monastery as well as Oxford and London.

 

Chapter 3

Written Friday 23rd of February 2018 CE/6181 SC. Greg has been studying computing online recently. They are back in their house in Pyrus Way in Forrestfield. Greg currently works in aged care while Christie still works at Medicare. Greg's home in Forrestfield is a standard 3 bedroom home, with a lounge room/living room connected to the kitchen. It has a large garage, and a moderate sized back yard. James their son recently performed at a concert, and played some AC DC on the guitar, as he is a big fan of AC DC, which he got from his music teacher. When I was in Perth last year I sat with James while he read a couple of chapters of the Bible – Genesis 1 and later on Genesis 2 – from the New World Translation (The Green Bible) which I had gotten with a donation from the local Forrestfield Salation Army charity store. That is at the Forrestfield plaza, just down the road from where Greg lives. Greg has done some new videos for his website on youtube, some Fifa video games videos, where he and James are playing a game and giving commentary. Greg bought a new PC recently. The old computers are stuffed I think, so he has updated, which is a good thing. I rang Greg this evening. We chatted for a few minutes. James is doing junior 'Kanga' cricket, which is where they were this afternoon. I had chatted to him before about the upcoming Bulldogs vs Storm Rugby League match in Perth shortly, but he doesn't have tickets yet, and is undecided whether he will go or not. He's still studying computers indeed and might look at work as a programmer or something. His new PC is an Acer model and is a custom job. He bought a new car last year – a Honda hatchback. He might be possibly coming over for Christmas this year and if he does I will lend him the two Spellsinger books he hasn't read, by Alan Dean Foster, to complete the series. The videos for James music concert won't be put on his youtube account after all, as one of the reasons is that it is possibly too personal. Greg mentioned that he hasn't written on the Sentopol Wars in years, and I encouraged him to get to it, maybe with a few chapters. He hasn't been watching the winter olympics, as he works during the day. Christie and James are doing well, and Christie is still indeed at Medicare in Belmont, while James is in year 5 this year. Greg commented that James is about an average student, not great at Maths, but he is strong at music. And that was about it. That will do for now.


Chapter 4

Written Sunday 30th of December 2018.  It was a regular enough year for Greg in 2018.  His work was with Silverchain Domestic Care doing care work for elderly people in their homes.  He relates he didn’t earn a huge amount from it, but it paid the bills.  He also did work as a Maths tutor.  There was a holiday in August to Canberra and he also went to Cooma and Sydney.  In Sydney he visited Maroubra Beach and also visited the Opera House.  The family attended the recent Test Match in Perth between Australia and India, just one day only, and they had Christmas with his wife’s family.  It was all family at the Christmas party, and it was also in Forrestfield were his in-laws live.  He got ‘The Sentapol Wars’ done as an audiobook in 2018, the first 7 chapters, and also a chapter 8 recently.  They went on to his youtube account.  James, his son, had a concert and he took some video of that.  They visited Christie’s Auntie Helen and her husband Michael’s in the year, and had a barbecue.  They also visited Northbridge in Perth in the year for an evening out at a café.  By the looks of it, as said, a regular enough year for Greg, and he is at home at the moment, with 2019 and a new year on the horizon.


Chapter 5

Greg and the family visited Macarthur in May 2021. I did a video in secret of Greg chatting with me and mum. In September of 2021 Greg, Christie and James went on holiday up the coast of Western Australia. They rented a 'Winnibago' which is a motor home, and stayed in Geraldton, Monkeymia and Denham. For Christmas James was sick with a cold, and they spent the morning at Adelino and Eva's place (Christie's Parents in Forrestfield), but spent the rest of the time at home. Greg started studying Robotics at TAFE in Perth in 2022. Today he has been studying Robotics on his PC, listening to lectures. His weekend has involved playing video games on the Playstation 4, playing on the keyboard, as James has tinkered with also, and playing pool in the shed with James. I watched them play a game – James won. Wolfgang Daly the dog is still alive as is also Bonnie the Cat, and Allegra the Cat (Initially named Ka after an Egyptian Goddess) is still alive but living with Christie's parents. They currently own a Mitsubishi 380 car and a Honda Civic car which they take to work. James has a number of friends, and over the weekend a friend of his from year 8 (James is in year 9) but who is the same age came and chatted with James for a while. The house is about the same as I remember it from my last visit. The computer room is still the same computer room and they have many of the same things in their possession. Some of the things from mum have been added to the house, like the old clock and the atlas. Greg has grown a short beard recently (he didn't have one when he left after mum's funeral while staying in Canberra) and it is grey for the most part. Christie mentioned Greg likes the possible idea of getting a BMW, and joked I could put some money into that idea also. Very funny.


 

 

The Life of Austin Swift

Chapter One

Austin Swift was born on March 11, 1992, in Pennsylvania, the United States, the son of Scott Kingsley Swift and Andrea Gardner Finlay. He is Taylor Swift's younger brother, being two and a half years younger than her. He attended the University of Notre Dame for the 2010-2011 school year, but transferred to Vanderbilt University. Later he again studied at Notre Dame University where he graduated. He can often be seen in his sister's home movies. He and his friends often appear in Taylor's music videos. One site mentions this on Austin: "As Taylor's kid brother and the youngest child in their family, Austin moved with the family to Hendersonville, TN where he became a student and a freelance photographer for Getty Images. Some of his photographs of Taylor appear in publications like People magazine and Rolling stone Magazine."

Austin stars in the movie 'I.T.', playing the role of the character 'Lance'. Pierce Brosnan also stars in the movie. A movie career could be on the cards for him. Austin currently has brown hair, which appears to have darkened from a blonder hair of youth. Austin appears to get along with his sister quite well, and the Swifts seem a close and loving family. Austin was a little bit chubby in his teens, but lost his baby fat as he emerged into his twenties. Austin plays the recorder. He likes to make light-hearted fun with his sister. Austin has travelled internationally with his sister, and has visited Paris in his time: There is a shot of him posing in front of the Eiffel Tower on a youtube video. He is not the greatest of chefs, as when the women are away he lives on pasta with his father, likely among other basics. Austin is athletic, and plays goal in lacrosse. The family is a Christian family: Taylor sings an Alleluia Chorus on one of her album tracks. Taylor has a good opinion of her brother Austin, and in her music says 'He is better than I am.' Austin appears to be on the road for steady success in life, and is making a name for himself, outside of the shadow of his big sister.


Chapter Two

Austin Kingsley Swift (born March 11, 1992) is an American actor who has starred in films such as Live by Night (2016) and I.T. (2016). The younger brother of singer-songwriter Taylor Swift, he has appeared in or produced several of her music videos and manages her film projects and music licensing.

Early Life

Austin Kingsley Swift was born on March 11, 1992, at Reading Hospital in West Reading, Pennsylvania. His father, Scott Swift, is a financial advisor at Merrill Lynch, and his mother, Andrea Gardner Swift (née Finlay), is a former homemaker who had previously worked as a mutual fund marketing executive. His older sister, Taylor Swift, is a singer-songwriter. His maternal grandmother, Marjorie Finlay, was an opera singer. Swift's paternal great-great-grandfather was an Italian immigrant entrepreneur and community leader who opened several businesses in Philadelphia in the 1800s. Swift moved from Wyomissing, Pennsylvania, to Hendersonville, Tennessee with his family at a young age.

Education and Career

Swift graduated from the University of Notre Dame in 2015, where he studied film and had roles in plays such as Dead Man's Cell Phone and Six Characters in Search of an Author. He transferred to Vanderbilt University but eventually transferred back to University of Notre Dame to complete his studies. He interned at Lionsgate, where his responsibilities included making and sending out screeners. He made his film debut in the 2016 thriller I.T. starring Pierce Brosnan. Swift has also appeared in Live by NightMegyn Kelly's political drama Embeds, sitcom Still the King, and Todd Berger's Cover Versions.[10] In 2019, he starred in the indie movie Braking for Whales, originally titled Whaling, written by Tammin Sursok and her husband Sean McEwen, and in the horror thriller We Summon the Darkness, directed by Marc Meyers.




The Life of Madalene Bridges

Maddy is tha shizz

By

MaddyBean

Part One

‘The Cooma Years’

Hello my name is Maddy Bridges , I was born in Cooma maternity hospital on the 10-01-95, Cooma NSW Australia, earth, milk way galaxy, universe and so on… my mother is Brigid bridges she was also born in Cooma maternity hospital as was my daddy David bridges. My mum was born on the 26-10-71 and my dad was born on the 11-04-71.

Some of my earliest memories were when I lived in Cooma on Faulkner Street at Zelka heights. The house was a medium sized and 1 story. Some things I remember were when me and Jayden used to play on the driveway and think that the moon was chasing us wherever we ran. I also remember the backyard and one day when I was playing on top of a rock and got attacked by these mofo ants, grr. Beyond our backyard fence was like a mini bush area with heaps of rocks that we could play on and one day I remember Greg took us to play there. I don’t remember many very detailed stories but I still remember them a little, like when Grandma Mary visited us she would usually take us up to the park at the top of the hill next to the big green water tank. I even remember one day when there was an echidna at the bottom of our street. I remember there was a blueberry bush at the side of our house and I loved picking them .

I sorta remember probably my 5th birthday party and we played pin the tail on the donkey and when we were having snacks Jayden was pissing me off because he kept on taking my pink fluffy love heart pillow which btw I still have. One night there was this massive spider. Well it probably wasn’t as massive as I thought cos I was little then.. Anyway this big daddy long legs spider was crawling on our wall and I was shit scared and got mum out of the bathroom just to kill it with a broom. Haha I remember talking about it for days. I remember I used to love school hahaha, I absolutely HATE it now, but back then I loved doing my work. I remember the names of my kindy and year 1 teachers when I went to St Patrick’s in Cooma. In kindy I had Mrs Read. She had pretty blonde hair and was nice . Omg I remember this one day when Reagan a boy in my class accused me of picking my nose the fricken rat. I always loved doing art in kindy and I hated the sub teacher cos she pick on me for drawing outside the lines the betch. But I liked drawling outside the lines. My first best friend was called Caitlin Devoruex (dunno how to spell it) at first I didn’t like her and was upset when I had to be her toilet buddy. But then we became friends and I remember playing with her on the playground and the spinny things which I remember we used to fall off heaps. One day I thought I was gonna get in to so much shit cos when you are little poking your tongue out at someone would be like abusing someone or giving them the finger, these days.

Anyway in line to go back to class I poked my tongue at some chick and begged her not to tell on me. Those day school felt like it was like 20 days cos it went by sooo quick. So year 1.. My teacher was called Mrs Banfield, she had dark brown long hair. I was always so scared of her cos well she looked like a bitch. I could never say her name because for some reason I thought she would be pissed at me? Yeh I dunno I was a weird child. I remember my friend Corey Stockton. He sat at the same desk as me and we would laugh when we looked at each other for some reason. He was nice and he always let me use his texters. I remember I hated this girl called tori shingles, I dunno why she just seemed stuck up.

There are too many stories at the farm that it is hard to remember them. Well dad me Jayden Georgia and sometimes mum spent a lot of time at our farm. I loved chasing sheep with dad and feeding them while driving the truck. I didn’t as much love dad gutting sheep, it was disgusting especially the smell, it would wanna make you vomit. Haha I remember one time the sheep after dad had cut its head off was making a face where it looked like it was still alive and trying to ‘maaaahhh’ wow I'm sick I shouldn’t be laughing, Hehe. Anyway yeh sooooo many memories from the farm. I remember going into the bush for fire wood and me and Jayden were on the back of the truck. As we mostly always were cos we loved getting bumped into the air because of all the bumps on the road. So yeh dad and someone else I think it was Dallas or someone but anyway I have this huge fear of spiders and in the wood that was chucked onto the truck was to massive and fat spiders that were really fast and were chasing me and Jayden. But of course dad didn’t help us the meany. I loved when like the whole family were down at the farm because I could play with all my cousins including Chiarda, Chel, and Renee. We would have heaps of fun being on a farm and all.. so much to explore. In the old sheering shed we would have heaps of fun cos we could jump on the wool bails and play tips in the sheep rooms. We also use to ride the sheep as horses and we were all kinda rough nuts so the sheep would ram us into the sides of the fences and we would laugh and keep riding. Out the back of the sheering shed were more sheep fence things were and we’d run around in them. Out the back of the farm house use to be these huge trees and when dad cut them down we made them into like cubby houses where we would put little things that we’d found around the farm into.

Other times on the farm was one day when dad me Jayden and Georgia went down to the river with dad’s video camera and we found a few tortoises so dad filmed them and us holding them. We went further down the river around the rail-way bridge, and looked around there for a while and I found the smallest tortoise about the size of a 50 cent piece. It was so cute.

Another story about a tortoise was one when we were driving to or from Canberra and there was a dry little tortoise on the middle of the highway, so we picked it up and took home and it was our pet for a while, we kept it in the sink in our laundry and I was so upset when mum and dad decided to take it back. But in the end it was ok because I think we put it in our farm river so I was a bit happier.

We have had a few animals on our farm. Well of course we had plenty of sheep, we also had dog’s chickens and a couple horses and grandma and pop had a cat or 2, and we also had a possum. we did have names for the many chickens we had but I cant remember them. We have had a few dogs but a lot of them have died. I still remember the old dog, jasper. I’m not sure how he died but I think he was run over or something. I remember our girl dog and I think her name was Tasha and she had puppies, I remember she had them under our house. We gave all of them away except for slick who is still alive. There was also biddy who died a few years ago because of old age. Silver who was my dads dog and he had him since he was a teenager and when silver was a pup his leg got run over which is why he has had a bad leg his whole life. Silver died only a couple years age and he had eaten a bone or something but he was really sick. Then we had floss and Wally. Floss was a cute little dog but she wasn’t the most obedient dog. Wally was a pretty good dog. She was heaps fast but pissed off dad heaps. I think floss and Wally were shot. Then we had jet and he was a dopey dog. But he was a lovely dog but he killed a sheep so had to be put down . The only 2 dogs that are alive now are slick and Jaffa. Jaffa is the ‘retard dog’ but we still love him even though he is a homosexual. Literally he is gay, always bumming other guy dogs. Something slick does not appreciate that much. There is also Sheree’s dogs cruiser and sharnie. Sharnie is out the back of the farm house she goes a bit crazy. And cruiser is the best dog. He will fetch anything you throw and can catch it in his mouth, but the only problem is he never gets tired of it.. Sheree got another dog called ace. Ace is probably one of the biggest dogs I know. But he is so dopey. He loves to jump up on you and also enjoys chewing on Maddy’s arm to wake her up. The bastard. Our possum was called blossom, hehe that rhymes. I remember taming her. I would let her cling around me and I would feed her and let her sleep on my shoulder. She was found because pop found a dead possum and under it was blossom. Pop took her home and I instantly fell in love with the little cute fur ball. We also had a joey called matildas. it was kind of the same story, the dead was found and with it was the joey. Matilda lived in a box with blankets and would jump around the house.

When I was little I had a joey but it got run over. Jayden and I owned potty lambs. I called mine catie and Jayden called his rosie. We have had a few special sheep, one was called bubsy he was the best sheep and wasn’t scared of us, he would follow us around. We also had a black sheep called… blacky. Yes we didn’t have to much thought into that name. Our horses were misty who had a bad hip from dislocating it when she was younger. Misty was a beautiful horse and was quite large. She died a few years ago. We also got spit-fire. He is a Shetland pony. We used to ride him when we were younger and I remember one time while I was riding him in the paddock he decided it was necessary to role over and send me flying onto the barb wired fence. Dad would take him to the daisy day care fetes. Where the kids would ride him around. Those fetes were fun. I remember getting our faces painted I think I got a butterfly, Jayden got a tiger. I remember the first time my baby tooth got loose. It was at home and I was eating cut oranges. I remember taking a bite and there was a seed that I bit on. Then my tooth started to wobble and I was so excited I ran to the loungeroom and told mum.

I miss living in Cooma sometimes, and I miss the older days going to the farm. So many child hood memories came from there and they are memories I am never going to forget.


The Life of Jayden Bridges

Jayden was born in Cooma Hospital, New South Wales, Australia, in the late 1990s. He is the son of David Bridges and my sister Brigid Bridges nee Daly. He lived his early life in the Chakola and Cooma areas, often enjoying his father David's farm life. Later on Jayden lived at 29 Merriman Crescent with mum and myself with his mother and sisters Madalene and Georgia. Jayden attended school at St Pats in Cooma for a while and also in Holy Family Parish in Tuggeranong. Me and Jayden used to chat a bit and we would joke about my brother Matthew who I called 'Oscar' after Oscar the grouch from Sesame Street, as he was always in his room, his garbage can. Jayden does smoke dope a bit – he doesn't really care on this issue. He had a fight not long back with Georgia's boyfriend, Corey, the father of Georgia's child Natalia. He got in trouble with the police for it be the situation resolved itself soon enough. Jayden once visited with his school 'Cooba' camp, which is between Cooma and Berridale. These days Jayden lives in Cooma just up the road from where our family used to live in 6 Bradley Street, in flats which won't be there much longer in the current plans. He works at the abbatoir in Cooma out at Polo flat. Jayden has expressed to me he has not much interest in the farming life. Jayden is brown haired, reasonably good looking, not overly tall, a little smaller than average, likes the girls well enough, likes video games and movies, is mostly secular in his world view, but he went through the Catholic system till he was confirmed, and his confirmation name is Archilleus. Jayden did his drivers testing and passed and has a driver license. He owned a little sedan which he drove around. On one occasion he drove me home from Calwell to Macarthur – he was a little bit sketchy on the road, but was competent enough for a license. Jayden hangs around his family a fair bit, as well as his cousins, is a social enough person, and has a likeable personality.


 

The Life of Rocco Ritchie

Rocco John Ritchie was born on the 11th of August, 2000, in Los Angeles. He is the son of Guy Ritchie and Madonna Ciccone. Rocco has a sister called Lourdes and other adopted family members. A facebook website dedicated to him is:

https://www.facebook.com/Rocco-John-Ciccone-Ritchie-421071961287881/ He also has his own youtube channel were he shows videos of his life and fun times. Rocco has been friends with the actor Sean Penn. Rocco is a keen surfer, enjoying the waves. He most likely follows Catholic faith like his mother, but might have an interest in Kabbalah like his mother. His mother has written Kabbalah related childrens stories which were published. Rocco has also learned boxing, and appears to be somewhat athletic. He is also a keen fisherman. Rocco enjoys working out, so he probably has a good diet, as he appears to be in good health. He is a typical American boy, and has regular interests, and is quite cool from the looks of it. He likes winter activities, and can be found in the snow from time to time, snowboarding being one of his favourite activities. He also enjoys water activities, and can be found in the pool often, with daring feats. It appears that he does drink alcohol - hopefully he will keep that under control. He is a dancer, and enjoys that activity. He is the grandson of Silvio Ciccone and Madonna Fortin. He is of Italian, French Canadian and English descent. Rocco seems a regular guy, and a good example of a decent human person to write a bio on.

 

History of the Karaite Adamide-Noahide Movement

We are not sure when the scriptures began first being formed, but, by the year 4163 SC, or year 1 in the Common Era, we know of a certainty the completion of the Scriptures – the Tanakh – had been accomplished. The Babelite community, the last official word of Universal Mankind's activities, were shown in Genesis 11:1-9, which completed the 'Rainbow Torah'. Nothing in the rest of the official Scriptures of Karaite Faith was ever directed towards Universal Mankind in terms of literal Commandments of God or any specific requirements which were required to be observed. The Abrahamic and Israelite Covenants were and are legal covenants of God, so they are acknowledged as part of the 'FAITH' if not 'PRACTICE' of the Karaite Adamide-Noahide Movement. After the Sadducee and Boethusian movements in Judaism, the Karaite Movement, made known especially by Anan ben David, once again highlighted the importance of Scripture as opposed to the heretical developments of Talmudic thinking amongst the rabbinics. Other idolatries remained rampant in mankind, and do so to this day. The Talmudic Noahide Code of the 7 laws – a fabricated non-historical to the time of Noah system – garnered converts gradually, and in the 20th and 21st centuries of the common era, converts started appearing. In 1999 Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly (Myself) became a Noahide, initially observing the 7 laws, but quickly coming into the truth of Karaite faith, and becoming a Karaite Noahide by 2000 at the latest. Daniel was able to bring Aaron Goodsell into the faith, which he acknowledges to this day, if not living by the title of the faith as his personal moniker. Since 2000 Daniel began writing the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, which has become part of the Angels saga, his first work in the saga being titled 'Morning Stars'. Theological writings appeared later, in the terms of the 'Rainbow Bibles' of the various Divine Fellowships and Assemblies of Faith of the termed 'Advancing Noah Movement'. The ANM is the continuation from the Babelite community of Mankind, continuing the identity of the Noahide Community, acknowledging the official divine faith God has mandated for mankind, Karaite Faith. The Rainbow Bible writings are official writings of the Karaite Adamide-Noahide community, and are of important and significant use for the community. They carry no official divine decree, mandate or warrant as of yet, but God seems to be suggesting they are acceptable enough for 'Official' status in the Karaite Adamide-Noahide community. Nothing may be claimed by the movement which is not factual and in accordance with the Principles of the Rainbow Torah, and which is not a proper and holy continuation of the community of Noahides from early times. As of May 6180 SC (May 2017 CE) there is a small number of individuals who identify tentatively as Karaite Noahides. Jay Niamon of Clanton Alabama has adopted study of the faith and is studying out ideas of the faith in the Karaite Noahide group on Facebook. Jay identifies as a Noahide Deist. Charles Mortlockov also identifies as a Karaite Noahide, like myself, and has ambitions of developing a Karaite Noahide manifesto to use as a tool for witnessing to the faith. He is not a member of the Advancing Noah Movement. Talmudic Noahide David Dryden, also known as Hesediah, was formerly of Karaite Noahide faith yet embraced the Oral Law tradition of Orthodox Judaism. As of 6180 SC the movement is fledgling in nature, yet it appears some individuals have a desire to understand and look into the faith, and future growth appears a possibility.  In July 6180 SC (July 2017 CE) a 16 year old lay called ‘Emma’ contacted myself (Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly) on Pinterestonline.  She identified as  Noahide.  Subsequent discussions took place, and I mentioned I was a Karaite Noahide who did not follow the Talmud.  She responded identifying she was also a KaraiteNoahide.  The rationale she offered was that she didn’t like the apparent rabbinic teaching on follower of Jesus being executed, which she felt was too judgmental.  In Talmudic Noahide faith, technically, a penalty of decapitation can be applied for idolatry.  In my experience the Talmudic Rabbis don’t appear to promote execution of Christians, but there are concerns on various online websites on this issue.  At the time I was living with my brother in Perth, Western Australia, and Emma claimed she also lived in Perth.  A possible meeting was discussed, but the plan became for me, in 2022, around Christmas time, when I had already planned on coming to visit my brother Greg and his family again, to catch up then.  Time will tell if that will eventuate.  In recent conversations Emma has disclosed to me that on her father’s side she has mixed Jewish and Christian heritage, and is considering the possibility of conversion to Judaism one day.  I am not yet sure of her surname, but under Karaite tradition it is patrilineal descent which determines covenant status, so she may in the end really be a Jewish soul, and Karaite Jewish of faith, it would seem.  Further clarification may be forthcoming.

 

Creative History

(This Section is still official doctrine, but it is less official in nature than the rest of the Rainbow Bible.)

(Recollections of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly)

(6178 SC - Official HNF Calendar - Cherubim Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly Chronology)

'I don't recall when I first met Samael. I think it was in the 2000s, about 15 years ago, somewhere around the year 2000 most likely, or 6163 SC in our official HNF Calendar. This chronicle I have started retroactively putting into the Chronicles of the Children of Destiny, although young Daniel and Daniel have fleshed out a lot of, truly, outlandish history to this point in our great saga of life anyway. But I will try to be a little more accurate, and a little more serving of Almighty God in recording history a little bit better, and the purposes of Torah History and Torah Prophecy and Portent. Samael is an angel you find in the Jewish literature. He is spoken of here and there. And legends can be made and told of his accomplishments, but I will search for a little more accuracy. When he came into his own in living this human life on earth in a more ready way of life, it was the year 2057 AD. I met him at a comic conference in Sydney, but knew him in my heart well by then. At this stage in history I was being noticed by many a soul in society as unusually young for my age, for the elect of God had started more properly serving and gaining the blessing of long life, taking spiritual sustenance from God after a deep and biblical repentance, and asking indeed for that spiritual sustenance of the tree of life to be imparted into the very fibre of their being. I had grown up in the 1970s in Berridale in New South Wales, the son of Cyril Aloysius Daly and Mary Philomena Daly nee Baker, with older brother Matthew, and younger brother Gregory, older sister Brigid and younger sister Jacinta. Berridale years had been idyllic and golden, but a more severe rebuke on the nature of what men can really be like awaited me in my schooling years at St Pats in Cooma. They were sarcastic lads, I'll give them that much. Cooma was the 1980s and Canberra was the 1990s and beyond. And somewhere around 2000, DC Vertigo charted out 'Lucifer' on the adventures of the Angel Samael, servant of the triune God, and I knew I had found a favourite angel. And as the early historical writings which Callodyn the Cherubim and Daniel the Seraphim later crafted out from my early records, took form, they merged that early spirit into a creative and lovely history, but the historicity of it? Well a true historian can tell you the facts. But even I mix it up a little, and you get what you get. Keri Noble, a favourite of Callodyn's, was a Minnesota girl, who married a Michael, and sang that men wouldn't find her so easy to push around. And Samael liked that heart, somewhat, in the adventures Callodyn and Daniel impressed upon history with. The Spice Girls came alive in the 1990s with their successful albums of 'Spice' and 'Spiceworld', and Rebecca St James was a growing Christian Gospel singer of fame and notoriety, and did marry old Jacob Fink not long ago, and had that beautiful daughter Gemma Fink. Magnus Scheving delighted in the role of Sporticus on Lazy Town, and Billy Connolly cracked those jokes he tells so well, and may never really have met Magnus in those days, for how would I know? I do know Geri Halliwell had met Hugh Grant, for I have seen the photographic evidence thereof, and and Phillip Seymour Hoffman was indeed kind of crude in that movie with Jennifer Aniston. The sarcasm of Garanel indeed. Lucy Potter. Should I say, CathyWolverson, really is in fact a second cousin of mine, daughter of Caroline Wolverson nee Baker, and Michael Wolverson. And she has a brother called James. And Britney Spears was all in blue as a smurf lover, Denholm Elliot would have smiled at being called Alfric, Penelope Mills probably never ever heard the name 'Shelandragh' in her life, and the real Lucius Malfoy was a certain Jason Isaacs who would have thought being split into triplets a most unusual experience. History and legend and fact are all creatively handled, from my observations, in Callodyn and Daniel's marvellous story telling, but Amanda Caldwell, who lives down the road in Chisholm, not far from me here in Macarthur, the witch Mandie, really is a witch, but likes Lucy Potter as a source of sarcastic jokes, most likely, more than anything else in historical fact. But Samael is real enough. He is an angel of God, with a point, and a destiny, and his manifestation came in time, and his reality of life impressed upon his living years in a very real and true way. But I will recall those years, I think from about 2015, or 6178 SC, in the official calendar of the Advancing Noah Movement, and chart out my more historical interpolation into Callodyn and Daniel's epic, perhaps embellished from time to time. Perhaps.

The End

 

Snippets from Life

6178 SC

Hazem - Hazem El Masri - that legendary bulldog, really was a great goalkicker. He retired from Rugby League a while back, but he had been my favourite bulldog for a while. The Bulldogs won the NRL Grand Final in 2004, and were runners up in 2012 and 2014, but the Cowboys won the cup in 6178 SC (2015) and Jonathon Thurston was the glory of the match. Australia delighted in his daughters little black baby doll, and it was a talking point for many. Hawthorn won their third grand final in a row (Go the Hawks) in 2015, and the threepeat had been achieved. I'm a passionate Hawks fan, stretching back to the 1980s, and their revival in recent years has been wonderful to behold. Shane Warne commentated during 2015s Ashes campaign in England, and while Australia went down 3 to 2 against England, the ultimate result was good enough for both teams to hold their head high. Brett Lee, the Aussie cricketer, got stuck into acting in a Bollywood like movie, and Adam Dunn, an emerging talent, starred also. I have enjoyed his ads on TV, and he seems to have the making of a quality actor. Madonna released Rebel Heart, and while it did well initially on the Aussie charts, it disappeared from the top 50 quickly enough. There is so much competition in 2015 for musicians that even the legends had a tough time competing. My brother, Gregory, lived in Forrestfield in Perth that year, with his wife Christie, and son James, and he was working hard at trying to get somewhere in life. It still had its challenges for Greg, the living experience. Madalene Bridges lost her boyfriend Adam, and cried because of it, but probably enjoyed her trip to England with her friend Josie, which mum had the time of her life on. Malcolm Turnbull replaced Tony Abbott as Prime Minister of Australia in 6178 SC, a Liberal Party politician, and he was well received to start with. Rebecca St James was enjoying married life, and hadn't released new music for a while, enjoying her time with her new family. And I was still suffering schizophrenia, and waiting for my wife, as I had been many a year by then, and enjoying the company of Adrian Chan at Tuggeranong pool quite regularly, and the Mental Health community of Canberra, meeting down in the drop in centre at Greenway in Tuggeranong. Dario Rosic had died a few years prior, but Andrew Wojcik had soldiered on, and I chatted with him occasionally at the drop in centre throughout the year. Marcus Chuan Chi Chin was as innocent a lamb as ever, and Rebecca Hill continued enjoying her scrabble with the likes of Tony Beer and Geoff Daniher. It was usual life in 6178 SC. Regular life, which it had been much of the past age. Islamic State was still at war with their Jihad, and the Russians got involved as well, but were questioned on what they were about. Donald Trump arose as the most likely of the Republican candidates for American presidency, and Hilary Clinton seemed the girl most likely for the Democrats. Bill Cosby was oft shamed for his past sexual indiscretions, and Iron Maiden returned after an absence with the Book of Souls album which did well for them, and launched out again on another world tour. Pope Francis I, who had replaced Pope Benedict XVI, who became a retired Pope Emeritus, visited the USA and spoke in congress. He fussed on about early Genesis being mythology for a while, and not quite historical, which seemed to be the viewpoint of many a religious believer by that time of life in mankind anyway. Queen Elizabeth the Second became Britain's longest reigning Monarch, replacing Queen Victoria at the top of the list, and Prince Harry was enjoying quite a degree of popularity. Taylor Swift had been enjoying a great deal of success for her 1989 album, and had sang in her live concerts with everyone under the son. A hard worker that lass. My crush has not ended yet. Get stuffed young Callodyn. Katy Perry was enjoying John Mayer's company, and Kelly Clarkson had settled into marriage, and was enjoying her child and marital bliss. Jessie J was a growing star at that time, and Flashlight was a hit for her, a new kid on the block becoming a bigger and bigger star. Zayin Malik left the One Direction band, and Little Mix enjoyed further growing popularity. But the big news for the year, in the entertainment industry, was Star Wars episode VII, which ads had claimed would sweep the world and be the biggest movie of all time. In very historical truth, not long before the movies had been announced I had prayed to God using psalms that he would create episodes 7, 8 & 9. This is very true. And I had, that year, prayed also for the formation of Star Wars episodes up to Episode 30, praying scripture and my own prayers and ides into the movies. For the most part life went on in 6178 SC (2015 CE/AD), and it was a happy and good enough year as far as I was concerned.

The End

 

A Day in the Life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

(Semi-Historical)

(Thursday 8th of October 6178 SC (2015 CE/AD))

'Can we go to McDonalds,' asked Daniel.

'I'm not a Taxi Service,' replied Adrian Chan. 'I get into trouble when you eat in the Van. If my boss catches me I'll get into trouble.'

'I just want a strawberry shake,' said Daniel.

Adrian reluctantly, thinking he should know better, agreed. They were at Tuggeranong pool, in the small kids heated pool, and Karl and Adrian were in the bubble spa, while Daniel sat in the pool, just connected, at the usual place he sat.

'Are you going to do your laps again?' asked Adrian.

'I have sore back at the moment,' replied Daniel. 'Maybe a little.' Daniel didn't stand up, but sort of crouched, and walked around the small pool for a while. For the last couple of weeks at Tuggeranong pool, since he had resumed going again after a bit of a break from Mental Health group activities, Daniel had been doing laps of the small pool, hopefully to get a little fitter. He probably needed it as well. There were a couple of cute teenage girls in bikinis which he had his eye upon but, as usual, thinking over his weight issues, he wouldn't really do anything about it.

As their time at the pool ended they went to the steam room for a while, and Daniel sat in there after Karl had dragged Adrian out to get changed, and Daniel sat there, enjoying the heat. At about 3 on the clock he gathered his clothes, and went into the men's change room. Adrian had finally gotten out of the shower, for he took long showers at the end of his pool session to get clean, and was half dressed. Daniel dressed, and as they left he grabbed a free copy of Canberra weekly again from the foyer of the pool, and they headed off. He actually got a small cheeseburger meal that day, and Karl got his own food, and then Daniel was dropped off at the Mental Health Centre to get his monthly injection of Invega.

It was a new lady that day giving Daniel his injection and he warmed to her as she took his temperature, did his blood pressure, and weighed him. He weighed too much, as usual those days.

The trip home was the usual banter, and Daniel remarked he would not be going to the following day's lunch group unless he ran Adrian the following day to confirm it. That night he had chops for dinner, and some cauliflower, and smoked his tobacco, and worked on his writings. Fragma's 'Toca' had been on the CD player that evening, and it was a usual night for Daniel. He'd lived a lot of days like this, in his Tuggeranong time. Since 2008 and resuming living in Canberra since his sojourn in Cooma, he had gotten used to this sort of lifestyle. Group activities, writing out his religious documents, seeing mainly his friend Robert Preston, and then Jason Angold later on. No real romances. But he was content in the end. Happy enough to live out life, and see where it took him, as he avidly collected his comics and other things, from Impact Comics in Civic and stuff on eBay. Life was good enough, he had no real complaints, but he did winge to Jehovah regularly, and he prayed a lot in those years. Quite a lot of biblical prayer, quoting the scriptures, and asking for God's intervention in many, many issues important to him.

(Historical)

(Sunday 4th of November 6181 SC (2018 CE/AD))

Yesterday was a regular enough day. It's after midnight now on the 4th of November 2018. Jayden dropped in yesterday and is staying for two weeks, but he is out at the moment, off with Josis, Madalene's friend, but Jayden's also. They're up to some sort of shenanigans. I had some bran flakes yesterday as a meal, while mum had disappeared off with Brigid and Jayden to Belconnen to book their tickets or something like that for the England/UK trip next year. I spent a lot of the day watchng videos on youtube, but did manage to get a video done today on Basic Foods, covering salt and vinegar chips, and also wrote chapter 92 in my standard autobiography, recapping the last month or so's events. I looked up some recent Commodore 64 computer new games from recent years on youtube videos, looking at some previews. Of course, the computer in many ways is so completely out of date now, with far, far more powerful computers available, but there is quite a strong retro C64 community many of which have never stopped using their beloved PC. Some of the new games were quite splish looking but mostly traditional sorts of C64 games, similatr to late 80s and early 90s games. But the field is alive and well, and I am thinking about completing my C64 requirements with a new secondhand C64 I bought a few years ago by getting a powerbox I need to use the thing, and going off and tracking down some of the new software, mainly games, for the thing. I will quite possibly get to this soon enough. There was a standard chicken and vegetables dinner which mum made, and she went to mass at 6 this time, whereas she usually goes on Sunday morning to the 10 am service. I smoked the usual load of rollie ciggies for the day, and am still eating a pack of cripss I opened the other day (the salt and vinegar ones from the video I did actually). Had a bit of a chat with Jayden in my room about his direction in life, and shared my thoughts on finding something and sticking with it if you really did not already have a passion to drive at. He's 21 now, and gosh he looks a lot like my older deceased brother Matthrew. Very similar. But better looking. Don't tell him I said that. Althogh Matt, at 21, was ok enough looking. Did an artwork piece which I ran through the Krita filters and called it Crazy Starshine, which I also posted to the Noahide Artwork facebook group I created a few weeks ago. The filters are an excellent way to turn ordinary art into masterpieces. Cheating in some ways, but its the final product which counts in the end, especially with the rights you can from the design. A regular enough day in most ways, not too depressing, but I still have a yearning to go off and get something done in life. Still, life goes on, we'll see what comes next.

The End

 

The Book of Truth

At the first beginning, God existed. He existed in perfect rest and harmony with himself. And then, the first cause, he contemplated. At some point in those contemplations, God had conceived of ideas pertaining to creation. Yet to achieve that creation, God would require knowledge. A system of data and information necessary for that creation to function and run by. And thus, the knowledge and data God created first of all, which was to be used to create the world and the cosmos, was wisdom. Wisdom was the firstborn of God's creation, the knowledge of how creation works, and the knowledge of how mankind would be formed. Wisdom was there at the beginning with God, a companion of sorts, through whom God created all things. The source of energy which was used with wisdom to create all things was the power inherit in God's being himself. So, as it is written, God created all things through his wisdom and power. Alleluia. Thus, God made the world on the 1st of January 1 SC to the 6th of January 1 SC and rested on the 7th of January 1 SC. The First man was Adam, and the First woman was Eve, and she was made from Adam. The Spirit of God teaches me that Adam was a humble man who took his time working things out. Adam began the generations of mankind, and his seed from him down the 10 generations to Noah was Adam, the first man, Seth, the second, Enosh, Cainan, Mahalalel, Jared, Enoch, who generally tried to be humble in his walk with God, Methuselah, Lamech and then Noah. The spirit of God told me that Noah was a normal fellow. God also told me that, from his memories in the issue, it took Noah about a century to build the Ark. God also told me that Noah, Shem, Ham and Japheth were also really quite smart. They were in fact advanced, and I queried if they stood out from their generation, and he responded by saying that you could pretty much say that perfectly. God tells me that Noah was regular in most ways and that he was clean living. According to God he generally got along with the world. According to God the people flooded weren't out to get him - that idea which has cropped up is not really true. He was fine with people. He was, in fact, good looking, according to God. I have dreamed in my life of Noah, who was a blonde man, and, in fact, God has confirmed to me that that was indeed Noah who I had dreamed about. And according to God he was quite wealthy in the end, because they developed the world after the flood. God also said that Noah was responsible for the rebirth of mankind. God made Rainbow Covenant with Noah, and there would never be another world wide flood. Down the generations from Noah we came to Nigall of Ireland, and down the generations from Nigall we came to Peter Paul Daly of Mullingar in Ireland, who came to Australia, who had Cyril Aloysius Daly, as his Seventh Son, who had myself, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, as his second son, who was born in Kingston upon Hull in England on the 20th of November 6135 years since creation. I, Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly, began the Advancing Noah Movement Religion, and it is herein.



BOOK OF DANIEL THOMAS ANDREW DALY

CONTINUED


Chapter One

Diary of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly May 2021 CE / May 6184 SC

I have been doing diary entries as videos on youtube for quite some time now. The early stuff is of course all written word and goes up to 100 chapters. I did a bit more in point form, but swtiched to doing it all in video form. Usually I now run the video to 10 minutes and finish it. Somewhere in the middle of the previous written formats I made sure I got to 1000 words, so that is generally how I go about things with these concerns. I actually just started typing this all out as notes for the month to use for the video later on, but have decided I will have a fresh diary entry in the book of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly Continued with a new Chapter 1. So I'll do this in written format from time to time, and the overall picture of my life is from combining the written entries with the video dialogues.

Mum purchased a new TV with Brigid. The old one shorted out on us. We used the small TV in the lounge room in between times. The New TV is a lot bigger than the old one, which was already a big screen TV. Mum and Brigid bought it down at Tuggeranong (Probably at the Good Guys), and it cost about $2000 or so from memory of what mum said. Brigid was going to come the following day to help install it, but mum rang her that morning (Monday this week), and she was not at work, and so mum rang Brigid's home. Brigid was sick with a bad knee I think it was, and didn't come that day. But she came yesterday (Tuesday the 11th) with Jayden and Georgia and little Natalia. Brigid and Jayden assembled the TV. They had a bit of the food mum prepared for dinner, and they stayed about an hour and a half or so in the evening. I commented a number of times how nice the TV set was. It also has internet options and I can watch youtube videos on it as well as other packages which come with it. I commented that Natalia looked a lot like Georgia, which she does, and Georgie said 'She is me'. When they were going mum asked Natalia for a hug, but Natalia was playing around and didn't give mum a hug. We got the TV going and it worked just fine. Now Rob came earlier this month (or was it late last month I think?). I am now ordering my tobacco from Woolworths for home delivery as my option, so hardly need to leave the home at all if I keep this method up. Technically it is a little bit more affordable to have home delivery than using a taxi, and it is definitely more convenient, so its the way to go from now on and it saves me the frustration of always having to wait around for the taxi and chase them up when they don't come. Home delivery is now the way to go. I was a bit sick a few days back and really didn't feel good. I think it was either Thursday or Friday when mum was out shopping. When she got back with the groceries I couldn't help her bring them in because I was feeling too sick, and she had to do it herself. I explained this to her later that I was just feeling too sick. It's the 12th today (Wednesday), and I have completed my minimum 5000 words and 40 videos for Noahide Videos Bible requirement I allot myself as work to do each month. So I can allow myself to bludge the rest of the month if I really want to. The core requirements are done. Standard new arrivals in the mail, no particular romances to speak of, still praying and listening to scripture on youtube, and life going on mostly the same as always.

So, as a major update since chapter 100, life has gone on mostly the same. I finished up with the Mental Health group, and while I technically hadn't decided to necessarily give it away completely after Adrian Chan retired, I don't see myself going back to the group now. The main one has closed in Tuggeranong anyway, and there is a new group run by Carmel in Erindale instead, and it's done by her own private company by the looks of it. Don't think I'll be getting involved with Tuggeranong Mental Health communites again – just down there to talk to the doctor about my mental health and get my injections. Possibly the pool with Dale who is the second replacement after Adrian, as that much might be ok, but nothing else now. Sort of feeling my mental health life has improved a bit, and I don't really need the support that much anymore. Would much rather stay home anyway and watch over the house, and keep mum more company. Really want to make sure someone is at home nearly all the time. So generally I won't really need that much more support from NDIS anyway. I am budgeted for and on the system but haven't used anything for a couple of years now in the budget apart from the travel allowance. Don't think I'll use it again in any major way, but down the road, if worst came to worst and I had to leave Canberra, it might possibly be engaged with in a new town or city. Time would tell.

So, all up, I have no major plans at this stage apart from the same old same old. I'd certainly like some improvements in life – we all mostly would I would imagine – but I am content enough and life is still happy enough for me to make it worth the living of. I'm happy. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

29 Merriman Crescent MACARTHUR ACT 2904 AUSTRALIA

12th of May 2021 CE / 12th of May 6184 SC


Chapter Two

Brigid visited. She borrowed money from mum for an issue with her car key ignition. Gigi came along also. Was very sick. Vomited a few times. Was under the weather for a few days. Eaten some steak sandwiches which I vomited up. Usual visits down the street to get smokes. Been unlucky with Woolworths home deliveries, as haven't been able to get same day deliveries, as these have been booked out, last few weeks, so went down and got them myself. Got on with my usual work at the beginning of July and got my quota of works done. Sort of what I set myself each month to be done – 40 videos (or one per day if I want) for my main 'Noahide' account on the Noahide Videos Bible Network, and 5000 words. At the moment I'm mainly looking for 5000 words a month from the Angels Saga, as I want to get the current volume 'Anthology VI' done by the end of the year, and I will need just over 5000 words a month to stay on target. I set a minimum of 50,000 words per volume. I have no fixed plans at this stage for what the next volume will be. Likely just a continuation. I have had ideas about moguls calling the volume 'Free Radicals', but I don't know if that will come into fruition. At this stage, when I get to the end of a volume, I often sit down, and have a bit of a think for a new concept or idea to base the next volume on. I usually want a decent enough idea also. Something fresh and original to keep the saga running on and interesting. Didn't really go anywhere again in July. Just stayed home apart from getting tobacco down the street in the taxi. Said hello to Jane from next door the other day just briefly. Collected my mail, ate my meals, bought stuff on eBay, and did my work. Same old same old really. Nothing new. Not much to report all things considered. The 2020 Tokyo Olympics are on at the moment and I have been watching a lot of that with mum. Team GB is doing alright, and Australia has done well in the pool. I saw Jessica Fox win her gold in canoeing, and that was a bit of a moment. It's been enjoyable, and the athletics have started now, so we'll see if Team GB improves its performance. The Bulldogs are hopeless in the Rugby League this year. Probably going to finish last. They've had financial problems with salary cup deductions on their amount they can pay for players, and that has affected them pretty badly. We'll see if they improve when the restrictions are finally lifted. All things considered July 2021 was a regular enough month in the life of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly. There is not that much to report, as the works for the month in terms of writing and video production tell the fuller story, so I guess I will leave it at that. Cheers.

Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly

Canberra, Australia

31st of July 2021 CE / 31st of July 6184 SC



KNOWLEDGE

The Marketplace

Mankind buys and sells things at the markeplace or the shops.
We have been doing this since the very early years of mankind
on planet Earth. This is well understand by humankind. They know
about money and mediums of exchange and in the vast majority
of circumstances people enter in to the selling of commodities and
the buying of commodities in the marketplace of their own free
will and volition. It is something humans accept, have grown
accustomed to, and which is welcome as part of human society
and our way of life. Biblically is told about in the Hebrew Scriptures
and the Christian Scriptures also. It is a biblical concept and one which
appears to be sanctioned well enough by scriptural thought. It seems
to be an acceptable thing to buy and sell at the marketplace and it
is usually done in a legal framework, were money and goods or services
are exchanged, and often receipts are issued. It is a normal part of
mankind. When people who have creative products or media based
products such as music, books, magazines, games, comics, videos
and other things which are based on the creative impulse in a literary
or other artistic creative style, and they make these things available
for sale in the marketplace, nearly always it has been done without
any coercion, and the rights holders are willingly selling their product
for a monetary reward in the marketplace, as are the sellers of all
the various types of products available for sale. This is a legal
transaction. Further, sellers of products of various types are well
aware that all sorts of customers can buy their products. Naturally
they understand that their product often has a particular style of
customer often associated with it, but often the general public
can be the customer for many products. And all people usually
know this. It is understood and due to the voluntary nature of
utilising the market for the selling of goods and services, understood
that it is being done, and thus usually people accept this and know
that other people are buying their product. It is known and understood
and approved of, otherwise people would not make their product
available for sale. Thus, when you purchase products from the general
supply of legal marketplaces on planet Earth it is usually and normally
understood by the sellers and makers of the products that you have
bought them and they are willing to sell them to you because they have
made them available for this purpose. This this entitles you to legal
rights of normal and fair use of these items in the standard way such
items are used.


WORLD EXPANSION

Negotiating with God your Cultural World in the Expanding World. First of all, what God charges you personally, that is between him and you. He promises to be holy in his dealings. Lawful. You can't guarantee a United Nations Department to handle these affairs. It is up the UN to handle these affairs if they negotiate with the divine to do so. You can probably liaise with appropriate departments in well established religious organisations who have worked to have 'Areas Geographically' in the expanding world to connect to their earned areas with God. I would expect that God will continue his tradition of being 'Hard to Contact' in the divine voice to get arrangements. His prophetical speaking to you is available, but this won't guarantee you agreements and security for your desired landbase with the rest of humanity. My judgement is that land which becomes available is 'New Frontier' and who settles it, settles it. You will have to reach arrangements with God for how this can be claimed properly. God retains his disattachment to personal affairs of humanity. He is reachable - but it is up to you to afford the wealth for such land and have the wherewithal to make the arrangements necessary for your land claims. Now this is land, we are talking about, with specified land design lodged with God in your personal prayer dealings with him for a large cultural community ie a nation, empire etc. General land can be claimed in the general way. This is how its supposed to go down.


 

 

ADDENDUM

SUPPLEMENTARY DIVINE FELLOWSHIP AND ASSEMBLY OF FAITH (AOF) ARTICLES

Assembly of the Divine Creator

The Nature of an Everlasting Covenant

First of all, a rainbow covenant endures.  It doesn’t have a grand and glorious climax.  An Abrahamic Covenant has a marvellous Day of the LORD when all the wicked get their come-uppance, and a Christian Apocalyptic fantasy is much the same, with a gangbang Tribulation and a Judgement Day, with Angels and Beasts and all such graphic glory.  But it’s not the same with a rainbow covenant.  It’s not the same.  We endure, and exist, and live with a different mindset, a different framework for understanding our place in the world and our place in history.  We don’t build to a grand and glorious climax of history, where the righteous are vindicated and the wicked condemned.  There was a judgment of a flood – but the Noahide community of Noah himself endured that period and life went on.  And in the very real world of planet earth and all its principles of nature, continuity was established and life went on.  And, knowing the cardinal promise that God will not judge with a flood again, we endure, and go on, with a steady pathway of eternal life.  No, it’s no grand conclusion.  Just persistent, from day to day, living a life based on God’s plan of decent behaviour.  We don’t go for the glory because of this.  We don’t shine like the light to the world because of it.  We certainly aim to achieve natural success and we certainly have ambition.  But it’s natural success, the kind of stuff which endures and is based on sound wisdom and sound life experience, especially knowing that someone has to clean up the mess, someone has to get to work on Monday, someone has to do the dishes, and someone has to pay the bills, working the regular job, and not disappearing into a fantastic eschatological world were you are the special ones.  We’re not - Karaite Noahides are not the special ones.  We’re not the ‘Real’ ones either.  We’re just real ones.  We don’t partake of the Abrahamic community and its offsprings ventures into the grand and glorious judgement day, because we’re not building to a glory of ruling the world.  We already live in a real enough world, with well established rulers and administrators, and we’re not looking to upset the balance of things for the glory of the Lord, rather we just take part as regular citizens, go with the flow of things while maintaining our own standards, and endure on our faith, our everlasting faith, of our everlasting covenant.  Life goes on.  When all is said and done after Pastor X’s hyped up sermon about the return of the saviour, life goes on, and we always live in the real world because of it, putting away childish things of eschatology, and getting to work on Monday, living in the real world experience.  And that’s the way it is.

Yet, going on a bit further, in the end we don't absolutely deny the possibility of a world to come, and an everlasting Kingdom adventing on earth, where God's holy people, whoever they be, rule mankind making judgments and keeping law and order. But it is not a pre-occupation of a godly to focus on an end of judgment. Don't love the day of the LORD. Don't delight in it. If it happens – it happens. But live in this real world, and live eternally, focusing on the eternal covenant and eternal life. Eschatology can be a slippery slope, which distracts you from your proper obligations in life, and necessary commitments to pay the bills. So many doomsday cults form compounds to wait out the soon coming tribulation, which never appears, and they end up looking foolish. It's an idiots game. It could possibly happen – the theology of the ANM is ambivalent on this issue – It might or it might not. Neither is completely affirmed and neither is completely denied. But we live in the present, looking back to learn lessons, and shaping the future by the choices we make each day. But those choices are sound choices of a life which assumes life just carries on, and so must it be, for there is no kingdom divine on planet earth yet, so we live as if such a thing were an adventure of life for some future date, and if it appears, all well and good, and if it doesn't, we haven't forgotten to get up for work, and do our studies, and wash the dishes, and not gone of stocking up like doomsday preppers, instead being rationale and logical and getting on with real life.

 

Assembly of the Dawn

Striving for the faith.

It’s not about being something you are not.  Religion.  It is about being who you are, the way God made you.  But he didn’t make you to be a sinner, to follow the crowd, to do evil.  So in being yourself do not neglect that quiet and still voice that remind you to care for the lowly, and to honour the meek in the land, and not behave barbarically, usurping yourself above the children of men.  Your heart has always reminded you to care and be considerate, so have some courage – listen to your heart – and do not be afraid to let love rule.  When striving for the faith, then, have the courage to let the natural inclinations of the spiritual man within come to the fore and if you ever find zeal or passion for the LORD within, do not quench this spirit, but run with it, and seek the LORD’s way, and be courageous and of good faith.  Trust in God and do it his way.  And through service which has developed over a while there will come strength, skill and experience in the faith, and in that knowledge, practice it with a better attitude and a better effort on an ongoing basis.  Strive for the faith. Do not let it die into an experience of youth, where you concluded that it was ‘Not for me’.  But keep the faith alive in your heart and soul and let it grow and mature within.  And this is what God will do with your life, in the natural way of being who you are, if you let him.  For it is sin which denies the power and truth of religion, and not a vain ‘This is the way I am’.  For pride is the root of all rebellion, and do not think that being yourself is irreligious – it is not.  It is just the succumbing to carnal pleasures that you are allowing, the temptations of the serpent ruling your heart. The normal human being, made in the image of God, naturally seeks eternity after a while.  It is what we are supposed to serve in life for and to achieve.  And when you are confident to be yourself, you will strive for the faith, and the blessings will, over time, be apparent to all.  May Elohim guide you always.  AMEN.

 

The Independent Watchtower of Macarthur

Games of the IWM

Farce

The objective of farce is to act out a scene from ‘The Angels Saga’ in a humorous way.

Someone is selected as an unbiased judge who scores the scene out of 10.  The winner has the highest score.

2 or 3 scenes should be acted, and the score for each scene added to get the total.  Dramatic and sarcastic

Performances are the most highly scored, but doing something which makes people laugh a lot is what it

Is all about.  The scoring from the judge is completely subjective to their personal opinion on how much

They have been entertained.

 

Spiritual Fellowship Assembly

Sermon: The Heart of Fellowship

Fellowship.  It is about meeting fellows – other people, who you may or may not have shared interests of various kinds with, but who you are meeting with to share your common humanity and culture to a degree.  A culture of particular interest.  And in the Spiritual Fellowship Assembly we share the culture of our common humanity and the culture of faith in God.  God is Yahweh or Jehovah.  The Tetragrammaton is the four Hebrew letters which make up God’s name.  This is the God we believe in, the God who covenanted with Noah, Abraham, Israel, Levi & David. But for us it is the Noahide Covenant which is the heart of our fellowship.  Rainbow pictures are a natural thing within our fellowship, the Rainbow being the sign of the covenant.  Fellows are encouraged with their art for the sake of the fellowship, and the founder’s artwork can be used as a basis, its design principles, for the fashioning of artwork particular and appropriate to the Spiritual Fellowship Assembly.  Such unique artwork can be placed in SFA Meeting Halls, were it can be viewed and appreciated.  It is also reasonable to allow other members of the general public to see our artwork, and speak to them about our faith and practices.  Who knows, maybe we might have a message which inspires and motivates them, and some may join our spiritual family.  The principles of our faith are strong spirituality – faith and trust in God, who we talk to about our lives, who we call upon to help us in difficult areas of our lives, and pray to God on a regular basis for the good of the fellowship and the good of mankind.  The various psalms of the ANM can be utilised by the Spiritual Fellowship Assembly, used to intercede for people and institutions for the sanctification, salvation and prosperity of mankind.  And study of the scriptures, and the SFA Rainbow Bible.  It is a spiritual life the SFA is dedicated to.  We are the kind of members of humanity which have a heart and compassion, and when we meet our fellows at assembly we show them heart and compassion.  Sharing your struggles at Assembly, after the official services, in discussion with pastors, elders and friends, is a good way to develop trust and unity in the fellowship, and strengthens us in our interconnections in the fellowship.  Be there to support your fellows.  It does not mean you are ready to die for them – such extremes are not really called for in the eternal, as you must place your own safety and your family’s at the pinnacle of import.  But it does mean for fellows who are committed and faithful that you talk with them, care for them, invite them to gatherings, and associate with them to develop the bond of friendship, trust and, naturally, fellowship.  We are a united Spiritual Fellowship.  We care.  Our destiny is sought by praying to God and seeking his will in our lives.  And that destiny’s intention is eternal life and happiness.  There may be trials and struggles and difficult times in developing the spiritual strength of the Assembly, but what is life without a challenge?  May God be with you all.

 

Sermon: A Different Pathway

When life is predictable, it is because you are predictable. And if you are predictable, life will be predictable. And it will have probably become boring. You know. Probably boring. So the secret to a life that is boring is to drink water. Why water? Because you are fat, idiot. What, you say you aren't fat? You probably are. And if you are not fat, you are elitist. And why are you elitist? Because all you drink is water. Which makes you boring as well. So if you shared your water with the fatties, and said 'Drink some water, and be less boring' you will be walking a different pathway, facing your fears, and learning to mock people with loving care, to evince a change in their waterless boring existences. Because you don't have enough friends, because they are boring and fat, and God has rostered society a certain percentage of boring people who need 'The Treatment'. And when you give boring people 'The Treatment' your life improves, because they hang on every word you say, and are less boring. And if you are fat, and have wheedled some water from Miss Athletic, you can start bragging about your impressive collection of things, and tell her you are marriage material, because you were getting around to losing weight eventually, and being less boring, but you have now discovered the miracle of water, so she may luckily share your metal cd collection, your favourite football, your magazines of dwarves wrestling, and your income stream of certain percentages which both of you can comfortably live with. And this will make less boring, when you walk down a different pathway, and spice up your life. Try a different pathway. Be less boring. Use some sarcasm. And as you walk on down the road, life will varietefy itself, with strange new encounters, and amazing fantasy. When it is new, go with the flow, but keep your wits about you. Remember your faith, and while you will lead with your heart, finish with your head. But new life is worth the risk, and Rainbow Torah is the firm touchstone which will see you through.

 

PSALMS OF THE BRANCH OF ENOCH

Psalm

Lord, I don't need wisdom

Lord, I need a better plan

Lord, I don't need rules

Lord, I need principles which create life

Lord, I don't need love

Lord, I need to be the creator of love

Lord God I need to strive to a higher way

But let’s get real Lord

You know I need Wisdom

You know I need rules

You know I need love

So keep me from being too proud

I pray, Almighty God

 

Psalm

The Right Direction, Eternal Life

The Wrong Direction, Trouble and Strife

Choose the good, avoid the bad

Then you'll be happy, and never sad

Serving God forever is the right thing to do

Obeying his rules makes sense too

A life with God in the heart of it all

Gives you the strength to forever stand tall

Rejoice in the Lord, follow his way

From Yahweh's path never do stray

He will guide you, call on his name

Seek his blessing, play the Lord's game

Do not kill, never steal from men

Be kind and friendly, again and again

Correct your mistakes, learn from the past

Keep all your history, to this you are tasked

Chronicle your life, till sufficient knowledge learned

Do not be the one on dark sins to be burned

Write out your book, your life, your love

Keep your life pure, as pure as a dove

Eternal life granted, from God is the reward

So write your life pure, keep clean your life's word

For by peaceful ways and honest trade

You'll have a good name of the most magnificent grade

In the Chronicles of Enochide family news

We'll remember you always, to you we'll be true

The Branch of Enoch, a family of faith

A Family of Law, a family of grace

We know our stories, we know our lore

We pray for each other, each heart we adore

The right Direction, Eternal Life

The Wrong Direction, Trouble and Strife

Choose the good, avoid the bad

Then you'll be happy, and never sad

 

Psalm

Lord God, please complexify my life

Complexify my life in a way in which I can manage it

Complexify my life and fill it with different and wonderful things

Introduce me to people who love

Introduce me to people with good imaginations

Introduce me to people who you are happy for me to pray for

Introduce me to spiritual and fun loving souls

Lord God, please complexify my life

Fill it with news of things I might not have looked into myself

Bring me to the edge of the world, but in safe havens of adventure

Dare me to be different, but dare me to conform to moral order

Complexify my life, and make me an extraordinary individual

Made in the image of an extraordinary God

Alleluia

AMEN

 

Psalm

Fight for the faith eternally

Each day, each night, remember the Lord

Guide your life with scriptures truth

Slay your demons with scriptures sword

The Word of God does guide us all

It gives us knowledge to light our way

It grants us strength and peace and truth

It helps us each and every day

Praise the Lord for his merciful word

Praise the Lord for his wisdom divine

The Rainbow Torah is guidance forever

It's for you forever, and will always be mine

AMEN

 

New Knowledge Ministries

STUDY NEW KNOWLEDGE

For there is new stuff. And the new stuff is growth. And new knowledge is growth. And as things grow with new knowledge they complexify. So when complexification is taking place new levels of knowledge and new sub levels of knowledge develop. For this is the nature of things. And thus you need a branch of knowledge being the central branch which organises the knowledge. The tree of knowledge must be organized. And in the standard library system the dewey decimal system organises that knowledge. And we do not disavow the dewey decimal system. Broad categories fit various issues, but these can be subdivided and even again and more so. And subdivided branches of knowledge can be niche areas of knowledge. And sometimes it is wise to acquire specialised knowledge in a niche area of knowledge to be an expert on a particular matter. Getting the big picture of all the Tree of Knowledge really takes some effort. Think about the different things in God's creation to understand the tree of knowledge of creation. The Kingdoms of Life, the structures of the heavenlies, and the workings of the geological strata as well as the machinations of weather. And fire can rip asunder many a thing, and lightning plasma is boldest of all at times. The elements of nature can be studied on their own, and each looked into, to develop knowledge of how God designs things. And in the image of God we being made, by understanding how God creates things we can pattern ourselves in our own way on such mannerisms in our own creative exploits if we so choose. You don't need to know it all. Who possibly could? But when knowledge of life comes along value and cherish it, for new knowledge has been struggled for to bring it to life, and this New Knowledge embellishes and develops and benefits society more and more each and every day. Study New Knowledge.

 

The Karaite Noahide Association of the Study of Spiritual Paradigms

Paradigm: A Love that Doesn't Fail

God's love. Is it real? Is it tangible? Is it dedicated? It depends. If you choose eternal life, and align your life accordingly, ridding sinful behaviours from your nature, practicing kindness, meekness and lawfulness, God becomes interested in you. He is a person – in his own way – and that person of God makes his own decisions of his heart who he places his affections upon. God can equally hate a person who is wicked. He is a normal God with normal values. But a love that doesn't fail is the love of God, if you call upon him, draw near to him, and dedicate eternal life to him. This is a love that doesn't fail. God will not always tell you, but there are expectations he has of you to show wisdom and insight in life. Part of life is about, on earth, acquiring quality goods and services rights for eternity. Do you want a happy eternity? Study the scriptures of the Rainbow Torah regularly and pray the scriptures, the psalms of the ANM or the book of psalms of the Tanakh, and the more you pray and study the bible and repent of immature impulses of youth, the more God blesses you and the more interesting your eternity will be. And the love that doesn't fail will be found in the way your eternity is protected, as you become holier and better as a person, who guides you and teaches you, and in the fulness of a life which has acquired many things to do in eternity, you will find God is there to share that life with and to watch over your eternal prosperity. But if you are a child of eternity, already in heaven, that boat has sailed. In that case it is now about drawing upon the new gifts of God from the culture of the ANM and finding in its material and paraphernalia new and interesting things (hopefully) to embellish your life and draw new comfort and consolation from. The ANM is founded on a dedicated soul, who will work his own life for the life of the ANM and for its spiritual culture, to ensure those in the heavenlies have a fine and decent reward for joining us and walking in our faith. And in the KNASSP one of the primary paradigms is that the God who has a love that does not fail watches over the KNASSP, and provides through his work in its founder an ongoing spiritual life and entertainment which will embellish a life which has either tasted its human identity alread, or one born of the heavenlies Either way know that God is a love at work in the KNASSP which won't fail, and those who call upon his name, walk with him, and practice decency will be provided for in the KNASSP, as well as in the broader ANM, and have a life full of spiritual riches and nourishment and happiness.



 

Godianity

Psalm

Godians are born like everyone else.

Sometimes they are left on the shelf.

People pass us by and forget our name.

Sometimes our faces are covered with shame.

But there is a hope in life despite the trouble

We will not always be left in the rubble

No, we won’t always face the punishment of the rod

For our hearts salvation is promised to us by God

 

Godians find faith when they find the Lord

He teaches us truth by his word his mighty sword

It cuts through lies and errors found in men

It teaches us truth time and time again

We have a faith which keeps us free from strife

We have a faith which teaches eternal life

By praying with our hearts he gives the nod

To Godians who serve Almighty God

 

Godians are not free from sin

We serve the Lord to vanquish wrong within

The trial of life is in repentant hearts

This is the truth from what we’ll not depart

Acknowledging the crimes and misdeeds we’ve done

Letting truth be known beneath the shining sun

We turn from sin which ruins any clod

Those who deny the power of our God

 

The Way of the Eternal Dove

FLY AWAY FROM TROUBLE

Doves. They are harmless creatures. They eat food, and fly and are gentle. But when danger comes, yes, they fly away. Do that – as a Wayfarer. And that is what we are – Wayfarers. Do that – fly away when trouble comes, for the violent are wicked, and no friends of God, and don't let silly pride to battle the darkness rule your heart, but fly away to life eternal. For the brawler tastes sheol at the end of his might, and those who flee to Almighty God for protection, and return home, and stay secure with their family, even the bravest of souls, have learnt to cherish themselves and the love their own has for them, by preserving their lives, and not being too proud to flee. Courage you must have to fly away to live forever, courage to not let the warrior think he is cooler than you, but resist him and walk on, walk away from the trouble, let him have his proud last words, and flee to sanctuary, to recover, to rest and to take consolation. And if it it crime against you that was sought, report it to the authorities, and have courage to do so, because God is just, and will not let the wicked overcome the righteous. We are doves, us Wayfarers. We are not proud and arrogant and harsh and violent. We are children of peace. And the dove is the sign of peace, so always flee conflict, for God will protect you regardless, and it is not your job to kill the evil in men, but the work of the Almighty, for which it always has been.

 

Psalms of Mahalalel Community

Psalm

Living the life of love and truth

Reading the adventures of Televere’s Ruth

She is a Moabite proud and pure

Descendant of Mahalalel who will endure

 

Pseuedpigrapha, scripture divine

Fabulous tales of adventures sublime

Mahalalel’s flock sired deluge saved folk

Who lived past the flood accepting Yah’s yoke

 

Son of old Cainan, fifth in the line

Descendant of Adam and the Father of time

Destiny’s tales are also for him

Tales of Ruth and of Samael and old Callodyn

 

Mahalalelide Pseudepigrapha the Angels Saga it is

And for all of the Deciarchs since Eve came from a Rib

It’s not just Noahide but Mahalalelide as well

For the patriarchs of Eden, please read and do tell

 

Entering knowledge of fantastic tale

Pseudepigrapha teaches lore hard as a nail

It’s for study and interest and entertainment

Its’s a corpus of fiction, to heaven’s children it’s sent

 

You can call it divine, and perhaps some think it so

In the end it’s a read and an old fashioned show

For pleasure or insight or whatever you gain

It’s old fashioned storytelling for which it’s hopefully famed

 

Living the life of love and truth

The Angels Saga for Mahalalel and also for Ruth

It’s for Boaz and Japheth, Elam and Asshur

And the Rainbow Torah’s Children for now and Ever

 

Psalm

Mahalalel bears witness to early mankind

A time of dawns youth, a time far behind

For onward time flows and recent children are grown

From Donald Trump the Extraordinary President we know

To Stormy Daniel’s who also is Mahalalel’s seed

Blessed with firm assets for which Donald did plead

He’d not touched them at all, no sir, innocent he claims

But many do doubt him and the words which he says

Yet Madonna Ciccone is also fifthborn’s seed down the line

As is Taylor Swift and Joe Elliot, the Def Leppard singer divine

Karl Marx is his offspring and Churchill and Blair

As well as Queen Mary and Sonny and Cher

Jon Bongiovi, Michael Jackson and Bono and Edge

Freddie Mercury, George Michael, and Bill Cosby as well

Martin Bryant comes from him, Port Arthur’s slaughter nut

Who should be shot in the balls and kicked in the butt

There’s fair children galore, and scumbags as well

Some deserve heaven, some deserve hell

King Richard’s his child as is Shakespeare and Bell

Yes old Alexander, whose telephone’s done well

Kim Jong Un is his North Korean son of the East

Ronald Reagans his own as well as Phil East

Phil’s a Pentecostal Pastor, who was in Potters House

As was Tammy and Mal and to Brenton I give a shout

Katy Perry, Lady Gaga, Brett Michael’s all his

They’re Mahalalel’s descendants, yep they’re all his kids

Mahalalel’s the father of 21st century mankind

And to him this psalm’s written for now and all time

 

Zenith of Creation

Walking Among Trees

Walking among trees can be done.  It is part of a human’s experience who has learned to walk.  But not always is it an experience they always persevere with, lost in concrete jungles, slaves to their motor vehicles, denizens of the malls, and sitting in front of the idiot box, or lost in texting heaven.  They used to say take the time to smell the roses.  They don’t say it as much anymore.  Life took a turn when the 20th century got really going, and society wasn’t so much about the natural world as much anymore, but the glorious glittering new Babylon the world has created for itself to enjoy.  And in ‘Hyper City’ more are concerned with video game central, app 6647 for their tablet, the usual chit chat on the phone, checking out the cute chick or guy at the gym, and all sorts of stuff which involves never getting back to nature much, unless it’s to strip down at the beach and see who’s eye you can catch.  There is a part of humanity which no longer cares that much about communing with nature terribly much, or noticing the trees, and the natural.  The closest they often get is the screenshot on their computer wallpaper, than actually getting out and exploring nature.  This is not a universal rule.  There are heaps of nature lovers and adventurers who get out into the great outdoors and enjoy what mother nature has to offer.  But it’s almost become a segmented part of society, a hobby industry, which is not necessarily everyone’s cup of tea.  Sure, it is definitely true that all of us spend a degree of time around parks and forests and mountains and streams – but that time spent is diminishing and our experience with God’s created natural world is getting less and less as the years go by.  Walking among the trees is not what it used to be.  So much are we slaves to the comfort lives, that we have forgotten the natural comforts of simply going out into the back yard for a while, and turning off the PC, and sitting there, looking at the trees, watching the birds flitter around, watching the bees buzz around the flowers, and letting the sun bless us with its warmth and tender caress.  We need nature – people think they probably get enough of that, but so much of our time is indoors at our work occupation and then the drive home to go to the shops and home, that time actually spent in the natural world has greatly diminished.  The oldies of my generation still are sensible – they’ll usually get out and do some gardening or some such.  But I wonder about the kids who’d rather sit inside and do their thing, than get out and about and kick a football or something else which involves creation.  What is the future for them as Babylon continues to grow, and more and more comfort options come along in our ‘sheltered haven’?  We saw it years ago in science fiction movies like Logan’s Run and Blade Runner and such.  It was cityscape we lived in, and sometimes, in some cities, the only green you find are the trees planted in little squares on the pavement, and the park is a place to avoid because of all the gangsters, drug-users and other lowlives.  Life has changed.  Perhaps it is all inevitable, and when it becomes rarer and rarer to own a home of your own because they are just getting too damn expensive, and you have to live in a flat in a tower alongside 5000 other inhabitants, will it get to the point that, as they say, vertical living becomes more and more the option for the big city urban planners, to the point where we live in a big fat industrial city world, were we never even see nature?  Has the natural world had its day?  Will it come to the point where you can’t even visit the nature reserves to ensure the preservation of oxygen and the non-interference of human traffic which will only wreck what little we might have left one day?  Probably not in the end.  The world is managed by a wise creator, and he’ll usually prompt your heart and remind you to come to your senses and times and ‘Get out of the house’ and into the real world and back to nature at times to not forget what the natural world is and a human beings natural way of doing things.  Remember, walk among the trees.

 

 

A SONG OF FAREWELL - EPITAPH OF THE RAINBOW BIBLE

To clutch at something which will not stay

Is not that wise any old day

To plead a heart to keep the faith

In the truth we hold, won't make them stay

To say 'We are the lords of Truth'

Might persuade Boaz, but not always Ruth

To parade the virtues of Rainbow Signs

Does not always make your hearts mine

Indeed, unless, I own your faith

But not with words, but deeds and grace

Indeed, unless, I remain true

All my boasts, what's that to you?

I can not make a soul stay true

To faith of Noah, unless its YOU

Unless its your choice, deep inside

To stay with us, with us abide

We want you here, forever on

To not leave us, to sing our song

Of Rainbow Signs, which you did choose

To keep our faith inside of you

But nay, depart, if ye'll not stay

We can not keep you even this day

If beyond our assemblies and fellowship halls

You hear what is another call

There is so much, so more true lore

It's not all ours, there's other doors

Which open up to different ways

So many good in many ways

Advancing Noah is our thing

We wish this always you would sing

But should your heart find different shore

We wish you well, with peace in store

For all your life, wherever you roam

And may you find eternal home

In where it is you do belong

So go with grace, and this, our song

Peace with you and peace forever

May God guard you always, as his own treasure.

The End of the Rainbow Bible