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.



Friday, January 15, 2016

Journey of the God of Many Masks... where he talks about where he is from, his mission from God, and his endless need to go from planet to planet, when they are at the split in the path where they may teeter into chaos and require a mercy killing, or be steered into a future where the planet can live... all the lifeless planets in the cosmos attest to the usual outcome of his journeys.

  He/I remember first being a creature waving with the gentle flow of warm salter, more plant than a creature a human would think of as sentient.  My planet is close to the Face Of God.  We feel the constant golden warmth of extreme love flowing thru us, rays of a love that cannot be described to the living or the dead;  only experienced in Heaven.  A blue and purple world, with no other colors at all.  We spent most of our consciousness travelling throught the creations of God.  Each of us is an individual, we all have free will.  Some go to planets of extreme beauty, where clouds of every color weave together into complex sights surpassing all on earth by a margin too wide to gap.   Many of the places, sights, and experiences I will describe as my 'life,' are indescribable.  To even make the attempt reduces what I have to say into mere shadows of what I write about.

I am  a creature born as a man now, because this is my way of learning the new truths of every time.  I keep who I AM a secret even to myself during these years;   I do not want to miss the man experiences the creature I am would avoid to be missed.  I must be hidden during these years from those who search for a messiah.  They exist in every time.  Everyone wants one, though they have no idea, really, what goes into being a messiah.  In the new scriptures I will tell you about the bits of my journey's, what applies to the Now.  Living forever, being immortal, leaves one with too much to tell in a book, a lifetime... even lifetime after lifetime.  I am not stupid enough to try.

Every time I come back, the words I left behind have been twisted by ways of man, taken as a means to buy power, too use my ghost to scare the children and inspire the adults.  I do not expect to be understood, just know what I will leave behind, be it a few sentences that I know is enough to change history forever.  The key to new realities, new ways of being... these I leave each time I live.  Some pick them up, some step over them, a few discover some of the doors to perception that they open....  the time that keeps coming into my mind where I need to start these lives, I am standing befor a bonfire, surrounded by trees glowing red, around them black, opaque night.   I see these other lives as I see my life now, as my hands type on my lap...  this night, I can see I have a long, black beard...feel on my back an immense bear skin, that stretches from my back down to the ground.  I am looking out on painted dancers, they have eaten plants to derange their minds, loud drums thunder from all sides, in a bam, bam, bam...bam, bam, bam... repitition over and over.  No complex rhtymn... just loud, marching music.  The sound of war.   In the morning we will attack...  my chest bleeds where I have sliced my flesh to rub blood over my face and body, to feel the pain now that I will fight thru on the morrow.  I do not want the battlle.  We will win.  I do not fight unless I will win.  Not in that time, when you lost your women, you cattle, your children, your lives... slavery the best outcome -- a brutal, starving, beaten life.  I already mourn their dead.  I do not tell my soldiers I mourn for them as well, they are going to heaven and know as much.  They meet death as a long lost longed for lover.  The live only because God has a mission for them or they would have died already.  I know this because I have preached my feelings into them.

I am taller than most, muscled...  I have at my feet many children and wives, sitting down and eating, like myself their eyes on the dancers, all aglow red by the fire, waving clubs and tomahawks and spears as they crouch down and run forward, pretend to attack, then dance again, free and of their own volition, each different then the other until their leader yells attack...   the dance is an excercise of course... a way to follow orders, to attack without thought...  I do little that does not have meaning within meaning.  I have led armies and tribes and myself into war in life after life and the ways come natural to me whether I have awoken to being the God of many masks, or still sleep in the coccoon of the student, believing myself human.

We station ourselves where two cliffs are around seventy feet apart.  The enemy will have to walk thru the pass to cross the mountain, to where they believe we are camped.  I have had spies watching them and reporting back their movements since discovering of their existence, because back then I knew the power of hunger, and that one day they would be starving, or we would be starving... and you took care of your own back then.  War is a  law unto itself , , ,   as is starvation -- or worse, the starvation of your young and all you love and are sworn to protect.  We have large rocks ready to throw down on them, stacks of spears...  warriors waiting in the trees to come in afterwards with axes.   They are not expecting us, bunched up together for warmth against the cold wind that whips through the valley below.  I do not killing.  I wave my hand and the stones and spears begin to rain down from both cliffs...

The panic is immediate.  My soldiers take advantage of them running everywhere to avoid the rocks.  Seperating individuals from the pack, where two or three men can destroy within worrying about being harmed.  I remember such things from being a fish, and learning to stay in the center of the school.

We kill them all.  The winter is harsh and the hunting has left us hungry, chewing hide.  We will not starve, though we can afford no more mouths to feed.  In the summer I would have saved the children, and raised them as our own.  I never kept slaves.  I had been a slave too many times, specialized in slave revolts.  Died in many...  sometimes all they needed was a leader to get them going.

Yes, I die on the Cross they wear around their necks these days.  I died as a revolutionary, a zealot.  Didn't you ever wonder why I told my followers to sell their cloaks and buy swords, only to be taken without a fight?  I can fight.  Does not matter what life was in back then I had to rise thru battle to a position powerful enough to know my message for the time would live.... though occasionally I was able to lead lives where I was merely the friend of a brilliant woman who brought a religion of her own into the world.  I do not like being the leader, anymore than I like being led...  I simply will not allow myself to be led, though I have often needed to be the leader, with my experiences.

 I remember the blood of these lives, not my own.  I do not care about my life but I care about the lives of others.  The pain of loss is the hardest part of being a human.  Loss of humans, and animals.  In this life I have lost a list of pets that flows pain through my body and mind when I think of them.  I have lost only a few humans close to me compared to pets.  I have caused and ordered and felt countless deaths of humans I loved in the seemingly endless lives.  They are a collage, nothing linear about my memories.  Like notes on a university class, once in awhile a bit of knowledge will be needed and it comes back to me, though it hardly brings to mind the entire class.  This life has not been boring, more virtual...  I have not lived the brutal life of the forest, have not had to raise children with all the intendent responsibilities, have not had to use my hands to kill.

Why I am here has caused much distress across the world... taken lives.  Murdered and loved and mocked and hated and loved.  Discredited by misconceptions, crucified on the absurdity of the time I am born into this time around.  A TIME when I can preach across the planet in a second.  Send my sermons to all tribes at once.  I cannot concern myself with which Holy Spirits recognize me, and who has so buried the God within them under Golden Calves that they cannot see me...   I am here many believe to end this world.  One of three intense, unworldy visions God sent into me showed endless fire flowing from chest, and enless lightening from my chest.  This same night He showed me his face.  A face I recognized from my life at home, on the planet called Heaven.  The idea of Heaven has always been a confusion.  There is no 'name' for dwelling with God.  I just say Heaven because that is as far as I need go to feel His love, to bask in the ecstasy unimaginable.  There is a place closer to His face.

A place of streams of Golden Light where souls go... there they remain immoble for all eternity.  Gifted with being close to God.  I have a different purpose, as do my people.  Like I said, on our planet, we are plant like, tubular, purple and blue, like the sand beneath us, the sky above and the water around us....  God's face is there above us, the giant brown circle crackling with lightening, surrounded by smaller circles of muted greens, reds, blues...  all surrounded with green marble on the edges...  the lightening across their faces the only change of expression, the only movement...  He is at the center of all things, the eminator.  Our planet is the closest.

Our souls travel the vastness, places beyond time and space, experience becoming all the creatures we can, then return with our tales and spread them in an instant to all our worldy kin.  Once one of has been to a place the others go elsewhere, already knowing all there is to comprehend from the one who has visited the realm.   I am different.  I am an exception.  I am the son who said No.  I did not defy God like Satan.   I questioned His wisdom and he laughed --  I hear him laughing at me on occasion, though the only word I have ever heard him utter is LOVE.  My every question gets the same anwer.  Why am I to destroy this planet I asked....  No, I will not do this...  He laughed.

I let them go on and saw the chaos and hellish circumstances that overtook the planet, then obeyed His order.   From that day forward I have not returned home.  The purity of being a soul without a body is a great pleasure, where He beffudles me of my awful purpose, allows me again to feel only the warm joy of being myself again for a moment...  witnessing the pain has kept me out here, trying to stop what I can.  I regenerate over and over on the planet's trying to steer them away from the culling, the release of souls that comes inevitably with the death of a planet, and they all die.  A mercy killing...  is often required.  Why leave souls in pain any longer than you must?  He knows this, and He alone too knows when this time has come.  I fall too in love with His creations.  He laughs at this, too.  My kind wonder why I do not go back and report on the events of my travel and my only answer is that I for now I have became ALL PAIN, and do not wish to dump this nightmare on them...

I am straying from the tales of the lives, how the religions grew from sparks here and there... into what we have now... and most importantly, what we will have when I am done.  Or at least I think it matters... hope there are two paths the future could take.   I saw the death of the planet, though one day I was in my living room smoking weed and seemed to see a future of fantastic cites, rising miles into the sky, surrounded by primal forests unspoiled by humans.  A sun generated world for the humans, living all sorts of religions and with none at all, with levels of different cultures...  levels of different neighborhoods -- not a hive of humans, a celebration of diversity.

I do not know how to get to this vision, though I know all that would be needed, and know this is possible.   I do not have the power to reshape this earth or I would.  When I first awoke I was used as a puppet by many who wanted to use the promise I would be king of kings to become kings themselves...  to validate the lie of royal blood with my presence.  I told satan when I was Jesus that nothing on this earth could equal my throne, which is what being home in the warm waters of heaven would be to me now.... thrones affront my father.  People who sit in them seem to think they are Gods too often.
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