Religion

 Journal of Crime & Punishment 30th May 2014

There wasa another incident, and it must have been about 1949 or 1950. Dad was living on the farm he had bought at the end of the war. His mother was there, but it was before they had the electricity connected. They were in the cowshed he built, and were boiling up the copper to do the washing or to make some hot water for cleaning in the cow shed. I just appeared as a baby, sitting high on a ledge near the door. Tim's mother, Gig, noticed me first, and nudged Tim and he looked at me. At that time I moved, and put myself in the hot water, which was boiling, but to me only felt as though it wasa couple of degrees above my blood temperature. It was bubbling with those fine bubbles water has when it just starts to boil. They both looked at me, but I don't remember anybody saying anything. The point was made. Tim needed to start thinking about finding a wife and starting a family. Fortunately for him, Mary, who he met shortly after that, had a sister who lived only  four miles down the road, and one time when Mary was staying, Jess invited Tim to meet her. I'm not sure of the details. There is an even more interesting side to this tale. Mary, Jess and Dorothy and Marge, who never married, were in fact my daughters, not of my current body, but I had been my Grandfather in a previous life, and actually met him. Ironically, as I learned as I pieced the facts together post 1982, when my father died, and I really started to believe in God, Dad and Mary had been married when I was Jesus, and I had also been Mary's father, my grandfather back then. I also had a younger sister, but I think she has forgotten all that and is my older sister Jennifer now. There is nobody else alive who can be two different people in two different bodies although I do believe there are people who are alive who can share the one body at different times, or rather be identical people in identical bodies. In fact my Father's sister Peg had twins, one of whom died of Lukemia, and I believe I was her. There will be revelations about her (my) sister Margot too.

So, moving on, on the day that I was born, at about two in the afternoon, mum was in the car and driving herself to the maternity hospital, but she had left it a bit late, and I knew she would go into labour when she hit a particular bumpp on the road. She was less than two miles from home, rounding a corner on the road where it crosses a slip face. This is the spot I was born once before, when we were maoris. We lived on the Papamoa hills, with Jess and her son Bruce, and Dad and mum had headed up to this spot he knew about between two springs, where it would be safe to have a baby.

But back in 1955 on the 28th of July,  suddenly found myself for a moment sitting beside my mother on the front seat of the vanguard car. I remember asking what the name of the gear lever was, and that was it. My next memories are weeks later after I was born, mostly in my cot, or being tended by my mother or my garandmother, Mary's mother.

 Now I could be completely wrong about this because I have not had any of it confirmed. I don't even know of any family members who say they believe in God, with the exception of my mother.  This is going to sound like satire, but it isn't intended to so please don't laugh. Now Queen Elizabeth the First was also the same person, (soul not genes) as Queen Victoria and the current Queen. No problem with her dying and becoming someone else, but to be two didfferent living people is a bit of a problem. Which one has the fingerprints of which person? So let me go on. If I was my grandfather, I was married to my wife, who also happened to be that person who had been Queen Victiria, apparently according to God, the only fact I have to know. When Queen Elizabeth I was alive, I had been Henry VIII and William Shakespeare. My Grandfathers wife was also Marge, her youngest daughter, who is now deceased, as well as my cousin Margot who is a clone, and the current Queen. So there must be other people in on the act. For instance, my Auntie Marge can't be my grandmother at teh same time, she must have somebody else to be one or the other that she is not being at that time. Or I could do it ironically, although I would not want to be married to myself. There is another person possibly in on this weird act, and that is Victoria Beckham, who is also that woman, and this is where I accuse Mathew Ridge of also sharing this ability to change his appearance at will to become David Beckham, which he did at least once to procreate. How do I know? Because I was David Beckham, and I was also Venus Williams, sister of, you guessed it, another avatar of this woman the Queen. It is my belief that this all began as far back as the beginning of China, when as the first Emperor I united China, but was married to a woman, who although maye she didn't have the ability to change her appearance, like David Beckham, was forced to take a back seat in the bedroom while some other woman took her place, with or without her permission I do not know, and without the knowledge or permission of the Emperor himself. He took the position that it was better to educate his wife that to try to catch her out. To me this wife is still around, and I have seen several possible incarnations of her, most noteably Sheryl Crowe, but only she will know if it is her or not, and this other woman has become much more doninant, but the Queen has also refused to answer my letters, and although she knows I'm desperately short on money, and will soon be forced to sell some of my property if I cannot find a buyer for my art. She also knows that I want the royal family to be my partners in an internet business, but so far they have not done anything about it.

When I was in England in 1976 I met a french girl, Brigitte, who eventually got a job as a flight attendant for Air France. I would be keen to know whether or not she is the same person, and I did meet a woman in Korea in 1991, whose name is Sera, and she definitely had the same fingerprints as Queen Elizabeth, a whirl (world) in the shape of a target. How could I know this if I have never seen the queen's fingerprints? Sera was a woman who lost about fifty years of age as I walked toward her on the streets of Pusan South Korea. I was going to China to meet her and get married, but wwe got parted the next day when the Korean customs officials stopped her from boarding the ferry with me because she didn't have a passport. They did fingerprint her and striip search her in full view of the departing passengers though. She told me that her parents lived in the United States, and she would marry me if I went there with her, and I may have seen her on the aeroplane as we arrived in Hawaii, but we got seperated again. There is one other thing if any of this is true, I arranged, before I was born, because a lot of this is my design, for Dianna King, the singer to be born, another avatar/incarnation of the Queen (Mrs King). I think I know now what Serah, the wife of Abraham looked like. She was asian, or Korean, and very beautiful, but since I am now almost 58, and don't plan on living any longer than 70 to 85, there is very little chance that we will now be getting married. My cousin Margot was married to Jim Gratton on 16th May in about 1970, and Queen Elizabeth is still married to Prince Phillip, so unless I want to become part of an adulterous circle, I couldn't get married to somebody who is already married.

Before I tell you about my life, in my past, of somebody (Prince Harry) who is still alive, I'd like to tell you a little about some of my past lives of people who are already dead.