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.



Wednesday, November 18, 2015

PROSE FOR FIRST CHAPTER... possible opening.


My first memories are from long before your planet formed.  As much as time is a measurement.  Part of the box you are presently trapped in....  more about that later.   To an immortal time is an illusion that does not exist.  I AM, will never cease to be.   My memory is of being in warm water, gently flowing back and forth with waves, a tube of life anchored to the floor of a shallow ocean that covers the surface of my planet, surrounded by others of my kind, and above us, larger than words can reach, is the face of God. I call my planet Heaven.... we felt we were in Heaven, are close enough to God to feel His love emanating through us without ceasing. a euphoric warmth and security that some may glimpse with a shot of morphine, or decades of meditation.... though there is no equivalent.  We were the first to live consciously, because He made us closest, for reasons He would not explain, and we are just grateful for....

  My kind travels, our souls leave our bodies, and we are born into other creatures throughout God's realm to do His work among them.

I am first of the many.   I am first because I was the first to say No to God.   We had no such word or concept.   I learned of No from the species I lived in throughout the eons.   God asked me to destroy a planet and I said No.   He allowed me my way, and allowed me to suffer the consequences of trapping souls longer in life out of pity and love for their way of living.  He laughed at me, always laughing...  we are often closest to God when we are laughing, almost as close as when we are in tears.   Not that I knew anything ot tears on my home planet.  We left and returned and left and returned since forever.   Until I this one time said No... I have not returned home since.  My obsession is considered odd on my planet.  I do not understand why the experiences they have lived through did not change them like they changed me, and while I have only a vague answer, it is true == I am the first among the many.

He still has me out doing His work and still allows me to say No...  is amused I say No....  He understands I will work against him to develop as many souls as possible capable of finding their ways to Heaven.  He does not create a world for it to be destroyed, he emits bits of dust that become all kinds of creations and eventually dissolve right back into dust, leaving behind only the UNSEEN, the realm of souls.....

I do not have linear memories of my entire existence stored in the brain in this head.  There is no need to remember everything.  I used to have a hard time even staying in the time I was living,  the memories were too beguiling and powerful, or too horrid to ignore --  my penance is wrought every time I think of much of what I have done, who I became.   There are at least two sides to GOD, the giving of life, and the taking of life.  There are peaceful passages of prophesy and the howling hurricanes of hatred and horror God bestod on huymkind.   The natural process.  Survival of the fittest adapting life to the terrain.

THE TIME WILL COME WHEN THIS PLANET, LIKE ALL PLANETS, WILL DIE.  The surface at least will be barren of life, though magma may still be in the core and a blackened sphere in the sky that once glowed of blue oceans,  green forests, and great white swirls of clouds....

ON this earth...  Lies weave the spider webs that trap us like struggling flies.  They start with the oldest lie... told by every parent to every child --  YOU ARE SAFE.  That today will be like yesterday, and the morrow like today...  a consistency we count on to keep our minds from car accidents, cancers, falls from ladders while clearing leaves.  The tragic hit that comes out of nowhere... the sucker punch of an eviction notice. Getting fired.  Losing love. The death of you or someone you love.  You will die.  It will more than likely hurt a bit.  During most of human history, being given a swift death was a mercy, that kept you from becoming the Sport of Torture.  I do not relish being the one who helps lead you thru time, and then the after life.   I will lose as He knows I will, that the planet will die before I can make sure that all of the souls are evolved enough for their next phase.  The animals and plants are ready.   Humans ate the apple.   They are in store for something else, some.....   I am not sure what, though I have notions of possibility that could be pure fiction, metaphor for something too large for me to express..  the sort of thoughts that are reduced immeasurably in the telling. Like an adult explaining death to a three year old, there is no way to translate all the views on that topic  to any human because of the sheer volume.











He still has me out doing His work and still allows me to say No...  is amused I say No....  He understands I will work against him to develop as many souls as possible capable of finding their ways to Heaven.  He does not create a world for it to be destroyed, he emits bits of dust that become all kinds of creations and eventually dissolve right back into dust, leaving behind only the UNSEEN, the realm of souls.....






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