MY SECRET POWERS AT PLAY

It was lights out around 7:00 pm for John Lithlow's theater crowd in Man/hattan.
Happening exactly 42 years to the day of the last one like it on July 13, 1977.
In confirmation of Lithlow's major role in the 42 months period in REVELATION 11.
Wherein the wicked tread upon the righteous nonstop until May 9, 2020.
Which is also the end of the 62/69/70 weeks of final cuts in DANIEL 9.
Ergo, the angry old lady who calls the [CONEDISON] power company in episode 27 complains that her tv went off "...in the middle of the late late show."
Probably during one of Jimmy Kimmel's 42 months of monologues against PRESIDENT FOR LIFE DONALD TRUMP.
Hence the 1960s sitcom's extensive use of Johnny Carson style trumpets.
Like when Uncle Martian's "Two way radio..." in his head case of Judah and Ephraim acts "...like lightening rods...."

Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WAY WITNESSES NEWSLETTER

PS SANDY: Manhattan's electric bolt transfer unit caught on fire at 64th Street. For me seeing a transfigured Ms 1964 at the Ed/monds transfer station.
PS BARRY: Your passion for colorful Hawaiian ice crunching is an illegal alien ICE deportation thing.
Ice being a winter season reference to your prophetic figure in MARK 13.
Whereas, every cloud has a silver lining.
 Because if not for you, the Don would never have been elected.
And not only once, but twice.
PS TROXELL: My research shows that the 70k you spent on making CHASED is around the same figure they spent on my uplifting cloudmakerpictures.com bronze statue in Edmonds, adjusting for the town's inflation housing prices.
Which probably was cast from white clay into a dark skinned bronze down in Tacoma's world famous forgery.
That then burning down to the ground during the special edition 1260 days era of the two witnesses of Sodom and Egypt.
Taking with it my own father's original green clay bust of Joseph Smith.
Complete with thick negro priesthood lips and spooky looking bug eyes.
Including no less a strange camel hump under his hair on the back of his head.
PS WOODY ALLEN: Mariel Hemmingway's immaginary 15 year-old look alike granddaughter was sitting at a cafe table over from me reading an old hardback novel the other day.