First, LIGHT the cigarette.
Hold the lighter in whatever hand you intend to smoke with;
then, holding the unlit cigarette in the opposite hand,
KISS the butt and suck in, holding your head back as far as possible,
​pronouncing:  HAH - HOX.
Pass the cigarette to the hand you were going to smoke with,
putting the lighter down.
THEN SMOKE.
[HOW TO CHOKE]
​Inhale:  MUH - Exhale: WHO; [2 times for sympathy]
Inhale:  PUH - Exhale: WHO [2 times for sympathy]
Inhale:  DUH - Exhale:  WHO [2 times for sympathy]
Inhale:  GOD(uh) - Exhale: WHOM [only once required.]
See if you die.  If you still see, you have resurrected.
​If you don't see (or understand), you're just dead.

"It HAD to be:
All of those tears,
so many heartaches,
​all of that thinking
and hard longed work;
Taken with:
A grain of salt
and HOPEfully, laughter.
The GENETICS, ya know?
​Some things in Evolution take time.
Lots of time.
Genes are the MUSIC
by THE MASTER...
IN-comparable
to man-thought
ever during
the passages through time.

IT, just EVERYTHING, HAD to be...
in passed-est tense -
'Been.'
​A men."
​- PAETI GUSTAV XAVIERS

Baby, was, I believe, in 3rd Grade upon Life Magazine's Spread on the Cuban Missile Crisis.  Of course, a baby could not understand, but Baby paid attention!  Play COMBAT.  Pay attention to those AIR RAID drills in school.  They were preparing to deport the children, if absolutely necessary...for the future.  That was President Kennedy's idea.  There was almost Nuclear War.

​Baby's 3rd grade teacher, at Abraham Lincoln School, was Miss Simon.  And whatever Simon Said, Baby did.  But surprisingly, the most critical thing Miss Simon taught was singing.  Everyday.  "The King and I," - "Whenever I Feel Afraid," and "Getting to Know You."  But then Miss Simon said, "Remember, You are in the Land of Opportunity."  But Baby thought, "If NOTHING, an Opportunity for What?"  Miss Simon answered, "The Opportunity to be Free...you should Take Advantage."

"But HOW?" Baby inquired, shivering in her shoes.

​"Do what you gotta do, without a doubt, but then, if you do what you gotta do you will discover you have SPARE ["FREE"] time.  That is also a freedom.  In your SPARE time, do anything you gotta do to at least smile and be happy...just don't hurt any other living thing if ever you can avoid it.  In the United States of America, You are Free to be You, just like I am free to be me, as long as you don't hurt anyTHING or ANY BODY else."

Baby smiled.

The GOULS say:  "But I can't, therefore YOU MUSTN'T!"
​I say: "YES, I CAN! You are THEREFORE ILL-ogical!"
BONSAI!
​GEO-ME-TRRRREEEEEE!

So there Baby sat, as an Assistant Vice President, in her office at Lumbermens Mortgage Corporation.  On lunch hour on day, around the time when Fannie Mae closed her window, she was reading:  "The Money Market:  Myth, Dream & Reality."  Lee (The Boss) walked by.
"I'm on lunch.  Do you know this stuff, Mr. H?"
He giggles, "Well, a little of it."
"Oh."
"Where's the magic closing book?" he inquiries on his way back to his office, next door.
"Right there on the window, above the typewriter."
Executive Vice President, Bob, walks in from lunch with his family.  His little daughter runs in to Baby's office and sits down.  Bob chases after her and says, "Wow, she looks just like you!"  He was already planning the Real Estate Convention Party or the Christmas Party, or Some Party.  Parties were always "Money no object" with Mr. H.
​Baby was babysitting Lumbermens Mortgage Corporation.  She knew it.  You HAD to know that stuff.  But give Mr. H a graph report and he knew enough to know when he had to get another mortgage on his house.
Then came computers.  "Wow, this is fun!"  Baby said.  "Tell me about it, Mr. Custom Programmer?!"
So as the programmer, John, was programming the System 23 (IBM), he was explaining and teaching and said, "Chubb is the best place to learn."
​Baby applied and earned an 'A' on her I.Q. test.  She was accepted and Mr. H paid for the schooling.
​Before ya knew it, came IBM PCs, with all kinds of neat books available to do all kinds of neat stuff.  Baby had a book shelf in her office, of course.
​Baby bought a PC with all the fixin's and carried it into her office and set up shop.  Meanwhile, coffee drinkin', laid back abusers of Mr. H's kindness came in to operate the machinery.  She knew closings, afterall.  So she sat, fat, pressing the buttons as she was trained, but drinking coffee right over the keyboard. 
"No coffee by the keyboard," Baby insisted, giving part-timer an order.
​Baby was ignored.  Next thing ya know, the coffee spills onto the computer.
​"What do I do now?" Madam idiot says, "It doesn't work anymore!"
​Madam part-timer leaves for the day and Baby walks into Mr. H.  "Ya know, Mr. H, that was a $2,000 cup of coffee!"
​Mr. H giggled, probably thinking, "Now I better check for personal loans!"
​So life continued at Lumbermens Mortgage.  One day, after IBM had their System 36 and AT&T was getting in on it, Baby was sitting in her office when Mr. H walks in.  He throws an envelope on her desk.  "To: Mr. H/From:  The Federal Reserve Board." 
"This is your job," he says to Baby.
​Baby responds, "Okay.  By the way, did you receive a copy of J. Peter's (JPeter Grace) report on Mortgage Banking yet?"
Mr. H giggles, "No, not yet."
​"Well, when you get it, I'd like to read it.  I used to work for him, ya know."
Mr. H giggles and leaves, "Whew," he was probably thinking.  Almost time for another mortgage.
Then, one day, The Fed calls Baby.  "Why did you put this on the report?"
"That's what you're looking for."
There was silence on the phone.
"Well, next time you come across this situation, just put this."
"Ok."
​Baby shut her mouth.  And waited.  And watched.  And listened.  But soon it was time to RUN for it.  The Nazi's were already moving in, and the Federal Reserve was broke.
​"One dollar and other GOOD and valuable consideration," she remembered, as she ran home to make sure she had her Silver Certificate.  Then she waited, "Selling, market-wise, Uncirculated MARKED bills."
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  She knew just what to do.
​"Quick," she writes to the Fed, "Call S95," and filed an Assignment of Trust in the Ocean County Clerk's Office, in New Jersey.
​She received a letter back.  Like saying, "Cool, baby.  All under control.  No matter what, absolute trust and love?"
​"No matter what!" Baby promised, starting to write to the F.B.I., all kinds of CRAZY letters.  She was, by that point, anyway, a CERTIFIED NUT CASE, if nothing else.

Marriage is an Eternal Union between the Souls.  The Soul is not The Spirit, yet does involve thereto.  When a "marriage," or "intercourse," takes place between two individual souls, whether or not the marriage is Sanctified in a House of God, Civil Court, or AGAINST WILL (i.e. "HOLY MATRIMONY," "CIVIL UNION," OR "RAPE"), a not only SPIRITUAL Union takes place, but a PHYSICAL one as well.  The Spirit and The Body are both physical aspects of A Body. 

​The UNION, physical, is a cojoining of the "DNA" of the PLASMA, if one can imagine that this 4th State of Matter also contains DNA.

​In the Event a marriage Union is desired or agreed upon to be broken for all eternity,  the "womb" must be "whored" in order to "confuse" the DNA sufficiently to break any direct link between the "male" and "female."  To "whore" a womb, there must be at least 10 "confusions," else the "woman" is MARRIED to the RAPIST.  Avoidance can only take place when a "wife" wears a "chastity belt" or is otherwise "chastized."  Subsequent marriages, in order to Effectuate Eternity, MUST be sanctified in a House of God - Civil Court is not sufficient.