I'm not going to mention my Brother & Sister, again. They did me wrong.

 My 7 million has turned into 50 million, & the details of the conversation with my Dad were that 7 million was only enough for me for a short span of time. It couldn't be used to help anyone else, even my Dad; unless my Dad lived with me. So, he asked me what to do about everyone else, & I told him they were supposed to be paid by me.

We never get the opportunity to be rich. So, I made riches happen for my closest akin. I find this to be kind of sacred. So, I don't want to talk about my Brother & Sister. They are both misfits to me in my mind's eye. My 'Mind.' "...my mind's eye." They're both misfits & mishaps. However, I'm glad something good happened to some people. 

My Brother is finally getting a chance to be treated like he was special. If he abuses it, he's worth quite a bit of money. Prison Guards are supposed to get you right, not get you wrong. I mean, why wouldn't you want 2 years if some godawful tragedy happened, or something, & they said you were guilty by habeas corpus. Why do you care? Well, what'd you do? I've said this before, they've removed all of my ability to make reports of incidences. Incidences didn't happen at my house, really. I realize, they come in tidal waves like 'Ghosts of Mars.' Anyway, you would have had to do something. I've been free 25-30 years now. They only arrest you when you do wrong, usually. 

My Sister is being treated by God, as well. She's under a curse, right now, but in another few years I'll start praying to absolve all of these prayers. Create a fair measure. Tonya gets to actually live in I.W.M. Because, come on people, the Sowers of the Harvest were exceedingly lazy & wicked. So many of the Children of Eve have been butchered by Satan as human sacrifices. 

It's good that Tonya & Pat are getting to crack open their Holy Fortunes now, too. What my Brother Patrick should say is that he doesn't understand how God could be real when he's so good. My Sister should stay away from the men. She's going down a bad road fraternizing with men. This will all get you killed. To me, I am back to the one woman equation. I'm going to start sowing seeds. My seed is genetic, though, with this unknown women. They'll all be mistresses.