I took out the lasers from this on line novel...

For most of humynkinds history I have led slave revolts, started religions, or steered them, was an acolyte to your holy men.appearing at times as an Angel, a burning bush.... I am not an angel. Angels can fall. I cannot fall. I earned my position by being the first creature in all of the cosmos to say No to God. My kind collects souls from destroyed planets... entrophy says they all go. He would send those from my planet to give creatures a mercy death, though this was not explained to me... we followed orders out of love of God, our Father -- so to speak, He has no sex, I merely follow your traditions.



---- this is a novel in progress, which also is trying to teach how to write a book. I hope to get these two texts from this vlog. I am a well read and published author from way back with lots of education and experience, though I have never tried to do this before... as such, I took out a major plot device.. the lasers.... you will understand as the story unfolds......






I learned to love the creatures of the planet he sent me to that time, and how He laughed at me, How he seemed to love me ever more. His creation had taken on a life of his own and created Free Will. He allowed me then a variation on our ways, told me that he would send me to the very beginnings of the lives on the planet, that I could attempt to give them ten thousand years of peace before their end. I am the greatest mass murderer in the history of time. I will in the end destroy all that lives on this planet. The Father will decide if I have succeeded or not in steering the species to life or death.Our Father is pure love, and entity I have witnessed in a dream/vision, vast and timeless and immobile.


When a soul has their final death, and nothing is left on the planet's surface to draw the entity back into the cycles of living and learning, they gravitate toward God from every planet, dimension, time... I AM a different being, The Chosen One -- cursed I think at times... chosen for a mission that I would never ask of another. Instead of going back to God, where I began my existence, I instead feel the pull of the pain of other life forms, other planets that are like this earth, struggling with the suffering of the cycle of life.


Now I AM the Son of Man, living among you since before life began here... a creature who is lless than the Father who created us -- I use Father as your term, in reality you would no more apply a sex to GOD than you would a boulder. This is the tale of your planet, from the beginning to the now, as well as a prophesy of your possible futures... Your bibles have some truth, and one is that even the son does not know when the Father will bring on what some of you refer to the rapture, and others death by the greenhouse effect, others nuclear war, others the simple passage of time that eventually destroys all that is created... I am here to answer the prayers that began when your mind first was able to understand death... when you first began to spin myths to answer the questions that are not yours to know except in the most childish of manners... WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE? I appear in each generation, awakening only after I have learned the ways of a time enough to fullfill my mission. They vary from situation to situation, fire to fire I trudge, bringing my soul into the worst of situations, to rekindle the FREE WILL that humyns have been granted; the only species on the planet that is not completly bound by ther genetic imperatives -- though they are much more than they realize. In one life I am leading a slave revolt; another teaching priests a new slant on religion; another an ancient warrior covered in bear skin barely keeping his tribe alive in desperate times... and now, a warrior in a shadow war fought behind the scenes of the media, between intelligence agencies, undergroud groups, the deeper levels of the Churches, the Masons, the oligarchies, the east and the west... as I try to prepare the souls on earth to choose between ten thousand years of peace, or the haunting visions of endless lightening flowing from my chest, and endless fire from my back, great streams of destruction encircling the planet and consuming the earth... What sounds like a horror will be, should the father decide your ability to solve your problems is hopeless, a mercy killing before the planet plunges into pure chaos, as the damaged atmosphere begins to destroy their crops, flood the coasts, sending cannabilistic refugees across the planet... and bringing a hell on earth God will not allow. My mission is to stop the wealthy from destroying the planet by living lives of luxury while most of the planet is plunged into poverty by their excesses. Already I have been recognized by presidents, popes, the leaders of all countries and churches... and also hidden, as best the intelligence agencies can, after they tried to use me, when I was still waking up... I tried to warn them that while I am forgiving, my Father watches what is done to His son, and exacts horrible revenge...




This book I am drafting will confuse some of you, as I write for those who are involved in the secret world they keep from the masses, though I will try to avoid this... there is cognitive dissonance in all minds, that will attempt to tell you what I write is all fiction, but my oath to you is that I will tell all I can about the ways of man that I learned when the elite attempted to make me create a world wide religion, leading to a one world government, and the carnage that has been left in my wake.... I cannot tell everything, so I use fiction where I must, and other incidents I must leave out entirely, because my writing has resulted in unintended death all across this planet. I am the most dangerous creation God has ever created. I am also the most forgiving.




I OFFER REDEMPTION AND FORGIVENESS for every soul that truly will change their ways.... others I have a special hell for, a place where they pay penance, and learn how much I despise the lifestyle they have just lived. Thank you for reading my words. Know that though I was greatly disturbed when I awoke in these times from my innocence, and this writing should be greatly disturbing to you, that God is love, and in the end, every soul will experience the absolute ecstasy of dwelling in the Golden Light of God's Overwhelming Love forever.

There are compiled entries where you can now read the story up to this point. This is first draft, where I write everything down at first, even though if some of it clashes with other parts... then later decide which way to go. I go back over these compiled chapters again and again, working on them to perfect them, and then working on what is to come, which is the roughest prose. All throughout the book there is more telling so far than showing, because a lot has to be told to bring the reader up to speed, on a war that has been going on for eight years, and has finally come to a head as the elite decide to genocide seven billion and the protagonist begins nuking .... well, let that be a surprise. There are two things going on here, the teaching of how to write a book, and a book... which will become clear if you read the blog. I HAVE MADE A MAJOR CHANGE SINCE DRAFTING THIS BOOK. I AM REMOVING THE USE OF LASERS. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND IF YOU ARE READING THIS DRAFT FROM THE BEGINNING. I hope the chapters stand alone, in a way, from the over all text and can be read as a short story. The poet in me wants each line to sound as if their is a sonnet birthing... But anyways, the chapters I have now are being pared down, to where about five of them are kept, and the remaining chapters, which grow organically from all the ideas in the draft, are set in stone. You are supposed to let the novel lead you, according to John Gardner, and while I love his books, I think he could have plotted better. I aspire at least to be the student who surpasses the teacher, who added to the science of literature his contribution.



Sunday, November 15, 2015

My book WAKING UP JESUS launched churches across the world


All Christians are essentially doomsdayers.  I am told my last book and those watching my awakening created a Doomsday Cult.  Like much that was not my intention, and was kept from me by the intelligent agencies and others (not to mention the contingent who thought I knew exactly what I was doing and what they were doing).

THE RESPONSIBLE PARTIES are above the law or dead.  Before they informed me of what was happening they got a promise out of me to wait fifty years to write or talk about what I know.  They even at one point said if you ever end up with another woman you can not tell her what has happened here.  Most of what they want kept private must be.  I understand telling the masses that there really, truly is a santa claus.  The less people burdened with the horrors in my mind the better.  Enough horror stories have flown from my fingers... and gone out and taken on lives of their own.

I am never sure how people are going to take my writing.  What they will gloam onto and what they ignore?   I know I asked for Peace and I was ignored, though when I declared war many were ready to go along?  All of you mistook me for something I am not, doing something I am not...

What I thought were bugs in my house and the CIA messing with me thru what showed what I took to be lies about me.   I never saw the militias that came together.   Never saw the armies that clashed over my words, the death and destruction caused by ...  when they began to tell me the truth, I was overwhelmed by the scope of what had come to pass.   I felt insignificant and without any power...  though occasionally I would see certain things that pleased me, taken from my work and used by whoever, from presidents to Steven Colbert.  Mostly I hated the bugs...  and almost any reference to my life on tv.  I did not figure out that what I thought were bugs were webcams until it was too late...  and I had been filmed doing something that was meant to be a big fuck you to the spies in front of even children who were watching me... leading to one of the most withering moments of my life, and there have been plenty.  Like learning anyone at all has killed themselves or others over my writing, let alone the scope of my influence within all Christianity.  I had heard of terrible things the first year the world started promoting me.  I was thrown into seeming murderous rages over the years where I screamed at the bugs in the apartment, and other times just talked to them.   I had no idea of the scope of those watching me, or their demographics, or I would have been a lot kinder.   There was always an element of me fighting the media, and hating any referencing to me.  However destructive this proved to be, there is no going back in time and changing the past.

After almost two years away from that madness...  after dismantling my power base...  after starting a revolution that was hidden from me...  I am grieving almost every moment of the day, praying for something that I had quit praying for when I became the Christ --  forgiveness of my sins.  I did not know the things around me were happening, even though the tv and radio showed me signs....  I just had no idea what you were doing.

I wish to address those who believe, or once believed in me...  or were effected by those who believe.  I have no apology though I want nothing more than to say this was my fault and as such I have control over this and can change it....  but I was not much of a player in your games.  Or I was, just didn't know it.  Mostly I just did not know of your groups or the over all plan that I was a pawn within.  I know look back at this and think it drove me temporarily insane.  I regret a lot of things...  too many to list.  I mourn what should have been.  We could have done a lot of good...  instead, the other side of this, is that as a God my anger is fiery and righteous and spreads to everyone who listens to this burning bush?  

What can I say to you who I never met nor barely knew about at all?  I was made into an unholy icon by this process.  This surprised me more than anything.  I could not allow you to think I was this lie created by my enemies, and others -- some with the best of revolutionary intentions.   I trusted that I would inspire nothing but good...  why wouldn't I?  IF you read my writing, instead of think of what you saw in illicit webcams that I WOULD NOT HAVE AGREED TO IN A MILLION FUCKING YEARS...   you would have found that there was evidence of a mind there that wanted peace on earth and good will to man.  Then somehow out of this became this religion based on readings of my work and life that make no sense.  All you would have had to do was ask....  that was all...  I forgive everyone for their parts in this drama, this time, this horrific secret war... this hijacking of my life.  God did these things for reasons that are unclear to me.   I have always believed that there are plenty of churches, their teachings and beliefs needed to change though... and this is my mission. Not to take over the world --  which happened on someone else' s mission, not mine...

You offered me a throne once....    it came with so many chains and false promises that God filled me with revulsion and confusion at the thought.   Now I know that I must choose my own throne.   I would be honored if the Scottish people would welcome me onto their island.  I have something to trade now for releasing me from prison and giving me a bit of the money that was made off of my webcam  ---  I will quit writing publicly.  I just ask that the Catholic church be allowed to store what I write for fifty years, and then release it.   I figure you will not answer me, as you seldom do.

  I am now too filled with anger and hurt to even surreptitiously write too much about this.   I am sure I have angered certain people with what I have written.  I hope you are noticing what I do not write about.  I will keep vows about what I will not say forever.  I will not name you, as you would prefer, I imagine, because you surely know who you are.  I think certain thoughts are a slow acting acid on our souls.  Then there are the legal implications.  I do not think people should be jailed over a war.  When it ends, the prisoners are released, and both sides at the very least take a break in the fighting (peace is often used as a mere strategy to get better prepared to fight again).  I pray this has happened out there.

I will keep giving my overly obvious takes on the news, perhaps...  my words are covered in blood now.  I do not wish to be known as someone who didn't even try to wash it off.  That will take a life time.  You dragged me into this conflict, brainwashed me and got the surprise of your life when you found who was inside this Trojan Horse.




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