The Book of Daniel Thomas Andrew Daly Chapters 37-48
Noahide Videos Bible
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 videos 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 is 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 the 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 cousins 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.
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 very attractive, 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 your 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 is 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 D
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 years 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 morals. 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 might 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, I neither 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, who 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 we 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 intend 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, and 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 very 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 succesful 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 walk – 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 angel. 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 at woolworths, 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 of 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 the 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 Jenny. 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 was 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 probably 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 celebrating 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 tradition 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, with peacemakers 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 Tuggeranong 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 have 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. Jessica 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 down 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 to 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 6178SC.
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 of 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 things. 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.
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 inserted into the saga then at various points to finish off loose ends. A years 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.