Dreamtime: Enter Scorpius.

The Order of the Fixed Cross (Scorpius). An Affirmation: 

"I have accepted Jesus Christ as my Personal Lord and Savior.

I am a convert. I believe that every convert to Jesus Christ brings, with him or her, a unique and authentic set of life experiences. Only Jesus Knows the intimate details of each convert's life. Only Jesus Sees the sinful truths that lie within each convert's heart.

When a convert performs 'a living sacrifice' and chooses Jesus Christ as Personal Lord and Savior, Jesus Makes a way to Him that is right for that individual convert. No matter how closely-knit converts are to one another, each convert's connection to Jesus is both unique and authentic.

Only the King of Kings is qualified to judge whether or not I am a 'true Christian.'
Until that day of judgement comes,
I am His loyal convert."

'The Order of the Fixed Cross
(The Convert)' 
by Al Wiggins Jr.
Inspired by Romans 12:1-3.

Photo by Marcelo Bernardo on Facebook.

I seek His Face and walk with Him in the present. I no longer seek to know the future by way of tools of divination. I prefer to let Him reveal His Will to me in His Way and at a time of His Choosing.

I am free to celebrate the sign I am born under: Scorpius (a.k.a. Scorpio) the Scorpion. The celebration is called 'Dreamtime.' This year, Dreamtime lasts from the first day of the Scorpio-Libra cusp to the last day of the Sagittarius-Scorpio cusp: October 19 to November 24.

As a lay-priest in Nichiren Shoshu of America (1988-2009) I once studied a form of Mahayana Buddhism. I was taught that Karma is 'the mystic law of cause and effect.' Karma applied to all believers. It was impersonal, easy to understand and definitely reliable.

If I understand correctly, Romans 12:19 is another matter entirely. Before God says "I will repay," He asks believers who have been wronged to not seek vengeance. It is His personal guarantee to destroy the source of one's suffering while keeping believers at a safe distance from His Wrath.

The most difficult part of my transition is the part that spans the distance between Karma and Him from a convert's perspective.

For decades, my shrines were built outside of my person. No matter how big or small the shrines, it is from those vantage points that I would deal with the effects of my Karma, good or bad.

Jesus is with me wherever I go. His Challenge to me: Stay focused on Him and live my life, thank Him for all He is continuing to do in me and through me, and watch what happens. God is good.

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The Onset of Disability (Part Two) | Operation Bridgewater

"If good does not accumulate, it is not enough to make a name for a man.
If evil does not accumulate, it is not enough to destroy a man.

Therefore the inferior man thinks,
"Goodness in small things has no value," and so neglects it.
He thinks, "Small sins do no harm," and so does not give them up.

Thus his sins accumulate until they can no longer be covered up,
and his guilt becomes so great, that it can no longer be wiped out."
Confucius

"We're gonna dig up all of your dirt until we're at the bottom of you." - Mister Al

"According to the Social Security Administration, the onset of my disability came on April 15, 2004." - Alfred Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Al Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Mister Al.


The following dialogue is from:
The Deposition of Alfred Wiggins Jr.*,
transcribed by
Copley Court Reporting, Inc.
October 27, 2008
This interview features:
Q: Mr. Jim Cox, Esq., Attorney for the defendants.
A: Mister Al: The Plaintiff.

The Onset of Disability
Part Two
A: There was nobody outside. I said, okay, okay. And he had me put my briefcase on the squad car. Now, at the time I did this, my angina started kicking in, and I remember getting scared here because I remember angina, and it's not good stuff. So I asked him if I could get a drink of water. I didn't tell him I was having angina, but I did ask for a drink of water. He said okay. And I told him the water was in my briefcase. He looked at me kind of strange. I said, "Look in it yourself, there's nothing in there but my homework and a bottle of water." He said, "Go ahead and open it up." I did, got the water, drained it. I put the empty back in my briefcase, then said, "Okay, go ahead."

So they put the cuffs on me, or they put whatever on me to restrain my hands, wrists and they began to search me. So the chief went in this pocket here in the jacket --

Q: Just so the record will be clear, you're showing us the interior pocket of your leather coat?

A: Yes, top left.

Q: With the zipper?

A: Got the wallet out, counted the money in front of me, which was very important. There was a little over a thousand dollars, child support money, all of it. And he put it back in front of me, no tricks. And he sniffed me. He said, "You been smoking something?" I said "I've been smoking [cigarettes]," and I had been [smoking against the advice of my primary care physician]. He said, "Are you sure?" I said "My car is in the parking lot, [and I gave him my license plate number for], Rhode Island. My keys are in my right jacket pocket, feel free to search." He said, "Okay, never mind."

And I'm not sure what happened after that, except that I got put in the car. And, oh yes, I was still having angina, but the chief was talking to [one of his men]. The sergeant was driving. And the sergeant, I had this belief, I have this belief from the Army, that usually the lowest ranking individual of the group is usually the stand-up guy.

So I said, "Look, can you tell me, where are you guys taking me?" He said, "Look, as far as I know, we're just taking you to the hospital, that's it. I said, "Okay, that's fine."

Q: Can I stop you there? I'm going to ask you more questions about the day, but let me back up a bit.

A: Sure.

Q: You said you had called the chief in the past?

A: Oh, yes.

Q: What had you called him about?

A: I called him about some very disturbing things I had seen on campus.

Q: What were they?

A: I had seen women walking around [in] broad daylight with black eyes. It's just the way I grew up...I was taught that if you see elderly people, children, or women, or any combination of those three, walking around in fear in broad daylight, there's something wrong in your community.

Q: How many women had you seen walking around with black eyes?

A: At least two, in one instance, consecutively.

Q: Had there been anything else that prompted you to call Chief Tillinghast?

A: No.

Q: How many times had you called the chief?

A: Never before that. Oh, I called him once and left a message.

Q: And then you said as you walked downstairs from the third floor of the library, you talked to him about a number of things.

A: Um-hmm.

Q: What were the things about which you spoke to the chief?

A: I told him I believed he had a problem on his hands, that he had a problem -- where I come from, we call it a problem with manhood. If you have males who believe they can circumvent the rights of a woman, or of women, by just slapping them around, beating them up to make themselves feel better, law enforcement has a problem. It's not about a psychiatrist or social worker; that's after the fact. Those are crimes. The first person you go to is a police officer.

A: What else did you talk to the chief about as you left the library and went out to the cruiser?

Q: Besides asking him if I was being charged with a crime, nothing.

End of Part Two

*Edited by Alfred Wiggins Jr.

Alfred Wiggins Jr v. Bridgewater State College, Bridgewater, MA | Original Complaint.pdf

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The Onset of Disability (Part One) | Operation Bridgewater

"According to the Social Security Administration, the onset of my disability came on April 15, 2004." - Alfred Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Al Wiggins Jr., a.k.a. Mister Al. 
The following dialogue is from:
The Deposition of Alfred Wiggins, Jr.*,
transcribed by
Copley Court Reporting, Inc.
October 27, 2008
This interview features:
Q: Mr. Jim Cox, Esq., Attorney for the defendants.
A: Mister Al: The Plaintiff.

The Onset of Disability
Part One
Q. Do you recall going to Bridgewater State College on April 15, '04?
A. Oh, yes.
Q. What class did you have, if any?
A. I forget the name of the class, but I had a class that was taught by Professor [Zuwallack.]
Q. Do you recall what time your class started that day?
A. I'm thinking mid-morning, 10:00 or 10:30.
Q. How did you get to college that day?
A. I drove.
Q. Did you and your wife generally drive separately?
A. Separately, yes.
Q. So tell me what happened that day.

A. I took my -- actually, I was wearing this jacket. I took my homework, and I had a briefcase, a black briefcase, my homework in a folder and a bottle of water, and coffee, parked in the commuter parking lot where I always parked. I went to the library.

I got to the table where my group was, we studied in groups, and the head of my group told me that the professor wanted to meet [with me]. The professor tells me that the police want to talk to me, and that the chief was upstairs waiting for me. And I noted that the professor looked nervous, but I didn't give it any credence.

Anyway, I go to the third floor, and [Bridgewater State College Campus Police] Chief Tillinghast, and [a couple of his officers] were waiting for me. The chief introduced himself. He introduced his men. And I asked him if he had received my phone call because I had called [him]. I had left a message for him; I had some concerns about some things I had seen on campus. And he said no, but he wanted to talk to me because my wife had some concerns.

So I think we were at the rail. And he said my wife was worried about me, and she thought I should go to the hospital. Now, it seemed strange because I've talked with enough law enforcement officers, just talking to them, to where I know a vague statement when I hear it. And I didn't understand until he told me that he didn't want anybody else to hear what we were talking about. And that's when I believed that something went very wrong, something very serious had happened. And I believed that something had either happened to my wife or my child or both.

So, he said he was prepared to take me over to the hospital in his squad car, his men were prepared to take me to the hospital. And I said okay.

So, we're going back down the stairs. And as I'm going down the stairs, I was talking to the chief about a number of things. But after we got off the stairs, we're walking toward the entrance of the library. And I guess I must have been caught up in what I was saying because I didn't notice that the chief and his two men had formed a phalanx behind me. So I'm walking, here is the door to the library, I'm walking, and here the chief and his two men, they're in line. And I'm walking.

That strange feeling hit me again. I stopped, and I turned around, and I asked them, "Am I being arrested? Am I...charged with a crime?" And he said, "No, no, we're just taking you to the hospital." I smiled, and I said okay.

So I go outside with them. And as I get ready to get into the squad car, the chief tells me it's standard procedure to put people, I'm not exactly sure how he phrased this, but he told me it was standard procedure that I be put in handcuffs or something to that effect. Either way, he told me I was going to have to be put in handcuffs.

So I knew I had been tricked.

End of Part One

*Edited by Alfred Wiggins, Jr.

After 24 years at BSU, Onset's Dana Mohler-Faria wishes he could have helped 'one more'

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The S.O.S.

Welcome to 'The Destroyer's Data Mining Project. You are at 'Ground Zero.'

I am currently sheltering in place here,
and self-isolating by request.
The location of this blog is at 'the tip of my spear,'
now here's the secret behind 'The S.O.S.'

'S.O.S' is the truncated form of my twitter designation, "Scion Of Scorpio," which you will find in the right-hand column.

'The S.O.S.,' is the the name of this never-ending blog entry. Created on April 1st, 2020, the purpose of this blog is to provide a real-time portal that serves as an interface between me, other social media platforms on the Internet, and the real world.

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The Seventh Day

Day 7 of isolation: No, I'm not going stir-crazy...yet. There's too much going on in the world and too many stupid ideas circulating on television, as well as on social media, for me to stay disengaged for long. I'm just testing my new face mask.

Photo by ©Al Wiggins Jr.

It replaces my old modified ski mask which, while initially designed to thwart surveillance cameras & early facial recognition programs, wasn't a good replacement for a hospital mask. Practicality & functionality matter more than style points, especially when one is caught up in the midst of a pandemic.

I'm guessing that by now you've seen the stories on the news about politicians and business leaders who say that the elderly should sacrifice their lives 'for the sake of the economy.' Those stories might be amusing if select politicians and CEOs weren't so serious about getting rid of working-class geezers like me.

It appears that the skinflints, cheapskates and misers in the GOP leadership can't find willing volunteers outside their ranks, so maybe they should look within. After all, many of those two-faced grifters are senior citizens just like me. Maybe the silver-haired psychopaths among them would like to show you, me and other seniors across the country what those 'sacrifices' look like.

Such demonstrations would surely add an element of excitement to our current, run-of-the-mill press conferences. Instead of focusing solely on Donald Trump's bold-faced lies, or cutting him off entirely, the networks could add special segments during which an avid euthanasia enthusiast, such as former Tennessee senator Bob Corker, would cheerfully take a last stroll into the depths of Hell, while the journalists fact-checked Trump's statements.

If that happens, be ready pull up a chair and enjoy the show. As for me, I prefer 'duty, honor and country' to grimy grifters and their greed. I'm most enthusiastic about the former. The latter is ugly indeed.

The Seventh Day by ©Al Wiggins Jr, a.k.a. 'Mister Al.'

About Guantanamo-on-the-Styx

Guantanamo-on-the-Styx (a.k.a. 'GOTS') is a social media project curated via ‘The Destroyer’s Data Mining Project.’ GOTS consists of a triplicity of sites which comprise the new tip of my stinger:

Information gathering is conducted via Mister Al: @ScionOfScorpio at Twitter.

.@Pontifex Just Called Most American Employers (And Donald Trump) ‘Bloodsuckers’ https://t.co/gaBQMZ2kPg #greedy pic.twitter.com/kaHPOm4geb

— Mister Al (@ScionOfScorpio) June 4, 2016

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— G-Pa (@S_K_A_N_D_A) July 7, 2019

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The final destination:  Guantanamo-on-the-Styx at tumblr.com.

https://guantanamo-on-the-styx.tumblr.com/post/186065925797/triangulation-the-curse-of-asmodeus

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