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.



Monday, January 18, 2016

THE DAY TO DAY HIDES THE LIE

     The elephants rampaging past us, that we have to squeeze through to traverse a room.  The big lies.  The BIG RESPONSIBILITIES IGNORED.

 We know enough in our time to change our ways, and adjust to live on this planet in harmony with the nature which SUSTAINS US.  Our relationship with nature is more important than our relationahip with our countries.  We kill the planet, we are all done.  Right now Japan bleeds RADIOACTIVE DEATH out into the oceans, murdering millions of life forms, wiping out some, extinctions already insured.   Even the bleeding acid of death burning thru the oceans is IGNORED.   We have to DO SOMETHING to change our leadership, because they are so blinded by money and intent on living in luxury that they do not EVEN CARE IF THERE IS A FUTURE.  THEY ARE THAT FUCKING SELFISH.

I am the story teller, trying to span from before time and thru time to BEYOND TIME.  To tell of the human soul, and what is to come, as well as what has transpired to get us here.  I want to write this like a paper, a news article, new journalism... instead of a narrative.  To insert the character of mysel as the center perspective...  break thru that fourth wall, punch a few holes in the fictional dream to let in a few facts and figures.

They sacrificed to their leaders.  Prisoners of war.  Brought them before me tied and bound, laid them on the ground beside the fire, cut out their livers and gave the steaming organ to my hand, now dripping with blood.  We have won this battle and were thanking the Gods.  They would have killed us all off had they won.  This was war.  I was born into the human who was the leader's second son.  I hold up the liver, throw take a bite, then throw the rest in the fire.  We cheer, sated our God, thanked Him.  Bloody, big fish and little fish, dog eat cat and mouse eat cricket CREATOR.  The circle of life, killing one another to eat.  Most of our existence we have lived like this, one one side the predators, on the other the prey...  and the prey of the prey of the prey.

Our mind tells us this history, our subconscious remembers some, the world around us echoes of those times, first a creature of sea, for long long long years, on a planet completly covered in water, life fell on asterroids into the water and specks of life began to grow more and more complex, until we sit here with the tv blaring and the computer in front of me on the coffee tavble, writing on a blog...  the words of a dangerous man.  Who has written dangerous words.  Who was never cautious, never knowledgable enough to know to be...  disrespectful to a world that asked anything of me the way they were treating me.  Fuck you was my attitude for too long.   I have accepted the situation as much as possible, though the shock to my flesh and mind has forever changed me emotionally, it is as if my emotional life was broken.  I am no longer the person with the feelings of the person I was before.   A death.  Occured within. 

No person going through the shock of discovery is completly sane.  The effects were particularly difficult for me because I could not face that people had died.  Then I could not accept the fact that these people existed, did these things, and were trying to pretend it was over, when the signs were everywhere that it was not.  I did not want to listen to the voices that cautioned me, because I was not going to change my way of living because some fuck heads set up cameras all over me.    The anger was constant.  The rages coming over me in a flash.  Reactive to everything.

The world knowing I was once Christ was overwhelming.  I did not know how to proceed, that such a thought was in my mind was the most important aspect of my existence.  I ignored too many things because of this pre-occupation.  I knew I was liked, knew that I was hated...  never knew why, or exactly by who...  the years of total confusion, dealing with a world behind the matrix that was totally unknow to me...  dealing with people who had been making plans to take over the planet since before I was born who never bothered to let me in on the secret.  The various groups who were fighting one another instead of banding together against their common enemy drove me mad.  People were so beguiled by the lies of the dark ones that they were not even voting for the politicians who would help them, they were voting for the ones who seemed like them.  Poor people voting for republicans who would walk past them starving in the streets.

I expected wise men to come to me with consoul.  You expected one man to have the entire plan worked out and ready to go, which was there, but when I was used and abused I got mean quick, because that is how I have survived all these lives.  I was surprised by the brainwashing, never expected anyone would use me for such a thing. They wanted their Jesus for Operation Bluebeam.  I was not interested in going along.  I was angry that no one came to me.  No one.  That was all it would have taken to clear most of this up.

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