The telling of this story is not all that can be told. Now that the
media has discovered my identity you will be told that I am crazy. You
will be told that I am a carpenter and that I made 65 thousand dollars
last year. You will be told of how my father died of Hepatitis C on
February 14 in the year of 1997. I cannot list everything that you
will be told; however, I am not crazy. If you must be told, continue
to read the media re****ts. My telling of this story is of what
happened.
As I sit at home at my computer and write this, I am also watching the
news on television. The ariel shots of my neighborhood are
unbelievable. The streets are crowded with a mass of people and media
types (I have distinguished the two as separate) that go as far back as
eighteen or nineteen miles. You cannot see the front yard of homes
because of this great mass of people. It seems that every house in the
district has people crammed up onto the front steps of the neighboring
homes, the back yards also. I am sure these poor homeowners are
reluctant to open their garage doors in fear of killing someone.
Because of the Spanish tile, there are re****ts of more than a few
people who have slid off of roof tops and can't get the proper medical
attention. Apparently, news vans have taken the best parking spots on
the front lawn of home owners and therefore the only suitable parking
that is avaliable is in middle of the streets.
The mass of people is so great that one cannot distinguish the crowd in
front of my house from the crowd in front of and behind the other
houses. I can hear the drone of people as far back as seven blocks
away, it seems, like a hive of bees who sound off not with their wings
but with the use of vowels. It sounds like a long human sigh. However,
it is eerily quiet in front of my house. It is at my house that is the
center of controversy.
I am the man who met God in a Google news group. It was God who had
asked that I post that message with the numbers.
Stop searching. The Google group 'Yahweh' were the only place the
conversations had taken place. When Rhonda Bryles had told the press
exactly how she had picked the winning numbers to the $250 Million
Dollar Mega Lottery, all this attention had began. Before Rhonda nobody
cared. The 666 Great White Sharks beached in Santa Cruz, that prophecy
was wriiten three days before it came to pass. It's my opinion that
the bucket of KFC which fed the people in the football stadium during
the playoffs was a bad idea. The press will not be satisfied with the
witnesses testimony that they all had a piece of chicken. Everyone in
the stadium had 3 or 4 pieces. That is
what the majority of everyone they interviewed had said. "I just
grabbed a few pieces of chicken and then passed the bucket. I wasn't
really paying attention." So why is the press looking for the bucket?
The only ones who are convinced that this was the work of God is KFC.
That paticular message read: God will feed multitudes during the
playoffs. The media went back and read the thread and can see that
the KFC post was written three days before it came to pass. The bucket
has nothing to do with anything! I understand that these events didn't
receive World coverage until it became national news with Rhonda Bryles
who had discorved the message: Rhonda, God says to play
31-19-7-4-23-9. And yes, hers was the last prophecy. But the KFC
bucket? I am tired of hearing about the missing KFC bucket!
Rhonda Bryles explanation in how she had found the newsgroup is exactly
the same way I had come upon it. Last week I had sat at my computer to
check my mail and so I had typed Yahoo.com in the address bar. When
the Yahweh news group in Google came up, I again typed Yahoo.com in the
address bar. I recieved the same results. At the time the news group
had no activity. There was but one message. It read: 'Beecher, in my
name remind them.' Posted by MODERATOR. That's it. I tried to reply
but I received a notice that I cannot post messages because I am not a
member. So I subscribed, to what I did not know. My nickname I had
chosen was BS, my initials. The nickname that appeared above my posts
was 'THE ONE.' 'Who is this?' I posted. I waited for a reply. This
was my first experince in a Google News Group or any newsgroup. I
assumed that instant messaging was of the norm. I posted, "Are you
there?"
MODERATOR: Yes and remind them.
This had all taken place in a span of 9 days. God did not answer any
of my questions. God only requested me to leave the messages and the
requests that had been posted by God had been removed. Dosen't make
sense, but what does with God? All that appeared was the messages,
written by me and ditated by God. For those of you who did'nt get a
chance to read the threads before Google or the government or God or
the Cathloic Church removed the news group, there were only four
messages. The group had become a troll fest after Rhondas testimonty.
It went from a quater of a page to about 700 pages. As I stated
before, the last message was the one to Rhonda which was posted 3 days
ago. I was outraged by that! I had the winning numbers and passed
them on to someone else. Who the hell was she anyway? Was she was some
kind of a Saint? What kind of Saint dosen't return your calls? What
chance do I ever have to win $250 million dollars? One in google! I
begged God, "What is in it for me?" No answer. After the shark thing
and the KFC thing and then Rhonda, Gods only reply was another message.
And do you know what? I'm going to turn off my computer and go
outside. I'll open my front door and walk onto my front ****ch, and I'm
going to stand there and announce that there was a last message. And
I aint' telling!
THE END
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