Our angels Can Bring Us Together For Coffee

If the d-word (“lived” spelled backwards), knows that I don’t know about the form of communication that I’m often relegated to, and the d-word (“lived” spelled backwards) knows that I know that form of communication is very difficult for me specifically, you and I should bring our bodies and hearts together for coffee.

Let your angels and my angels finally see for sure that there was a son for the body and there was a son for the heart.

You and I are fortunate enough with our bodies and hearts to be able to bring ourselves together, at maybe that future coffee table. Then we could talk over coffee.

If people who look like you around the world can be represented by you, and people who look like myself can be represented by myself, it’s likely that because you and I could be so special, that you and I having peaceful communication with our newfound minds, that those who look like both you and I around the world will have Peace as well.-Chris Milbourn

Got A Place? I Got Rent And Prayer.

It’s me, Chris Milbourn, your old homie!

Hi there, old homies in the city I was born in! I have 700/month in rent (at the most) and a lot of prayer for you (I’m thinking 3x a day at least) if you can give me a place to live with you. This is going on LBL first because I have ideas that some of my old homies (but not all) would prefer to read about how I’m doing on this blog, over other online social outlets.

Please contact me the best way you know how. I will not respond to any negotiations in telepathy. Text, phone, online social outlets, comments on this blog even if you need, or email would all be just fine.

Any old friends of mine from back in the day, I encourage to contact me. It is important to do this specifically before the election.

I Have Traumatic Memory Loss and Sex Deprivation

Drawing by Chris Milbourn, 9/21/2024

Sometime between 2019 and 2021, I was at a doctor’s office to see if they could help with my digestive problems and I told them about the trauma I experienced from 2016-2019 that I think caused it. The doctor, Dr. Beth McGinnis at Kansas City Family Medical Care, told me that I probably have traumatic memory loss, a condition or cause for why I don’t remember much about the trauma that I went through. After I learned this, I wasn’t as comfortable around women (I am heterosexual), because the voices in my schizophrenia experience began telling me about all of the people I had sexual relationships with that I didn’t remember having, including molestation and rape done to me. I began hearing voices also telling me about all of the concerts I went to and the oral sex I gave or was forced on me while I was invited backstage or in traffic or whatever, and I have no memory of most of these things. I do not want to be a rape toy. I carry a lot of the physical and mental markings and appearance of someone who’s been raped a lot, with no memory of hardly any of it. Father God has blessed me to at least know why my body is the way it is, because no one (that I remember) has ever told me in real life about myself being a rape toy with my memory of the rapes/trauma being removed. I have not been in a sexual relationship with a woman in about 8 years because I have so much trauma. I had a satanic rape done to me when I was around 5 years old, so I think that a lot of “would-be” “consensual” sexual relationships were removed from my memory by traumatic memory loss as well, unfortunately.

Here are some pictures of some tweets I wrote recently about pornography. I do “jack off” often.

The A or the N?

Forget the A and the N for a minute, because that revolution likely happened much more before, during or just after the 2nd son’s time, forget blonde or Afro, black, tan or white, head wrap or ball cap, because the 3rd son is so much more about honing our intent for God, and that’s going to happen deep within the vast array of everyone’s unique facial features and skull structure…deep within the mind, whether you’ve got your head covered by a head wrap, ball cap or a WiFi connection.-Chris Milbourn, 9/17/2024-9/20/2024