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.



Saturday, February 20, 2016

expnsions of chapter one two and three... expansion on my intelligence activities is revealed here. real shit... in fiction.




In the coming days I will be drafting the first few chapters in the book.



CHAPTER ONE

The opening will have the God preparing for a battle where he is going to allow himself to die, because the people following his religion and cause have become too dependent on him, and have stopped thinking for themselves...  a frequent problem he has that he solves by leaving the humans to their own inventiveness, and of course, also, he has finished his real mission, to give a handful of monks the new holy words to live by, to inspire them to suffer through their brutal, short lives,

I see him LATE, LATE in the night, drugged out and drunk, preparing to attack their enemy at first light, dancing to loud, pounding, repetitive drumming.  Drapped over his back is a bear skin...  it is a cold climate, and he is wearing breaches of fur and boots of the same.  He is going to miss the people around him...    then comes sunrise and the battle, which they will have the high ground on, and they will win, though he will die, as he told his monks that he would...


CHAPTER TWO

Begins with Jesus stopping the stoning of the prostitute, and seques into him leading an army across Israel, intent on establishing the KINGDOM OF GOD ON EARTH.  He will be like a general, though also a RABBI in this one... he will talk much about salt, and what must be tossed out of the Holy writings, that they need to constantly stay up with science, new discoveries from any source... He does a few miracles at the very beginning of this, when Joseph is killed in battle.  In this he is also married, and his children are taken off to different places, considered very Holy by their keepers, and they all keep track of all who fall in the bloodline of the Chrrist, the heads of the families carrying a certain weight in the underground world of secret societies.....  

He will go thru the crucifixion beside two other soldiers, and he will have his moment of anger at what is happening, as much as he tries to accept what God is doing, the man in him protests and he send hail and black clouds and flooding and fires and destruction for miles around the crucifixion.

In this life, he is very aware of being worshipped.  He is a figure who seldom allows himself to be worshipped, though it has happened before, and I want him to have a memory in this one of being on a different family, that knew him and loved him as their savior, and he lived a life of fame and fortune waiting for the day His father chose to turn his son into a HOLY  fire that releases the souls from dying planets, and sends them off to Heaven...  he hated that fame, and tries to limit those who really know what he is usually, though he is not afraid to use it...   he lives a certain way to be an icon for history, and is very cautious about what stories would be told about him, and only his later followers would write in tht he fit all this criteria that had to be there according to the Jews for the person to be the savior.  Humans are shown in this part of the book, that losing a war is nothing if it creates a religion, a home for him to return to, a pulpit for his next life of teaching and protecting.



CHAPTER four

I am disabled and writing short stories, publishing a bit, editing, running a reading, after going to colled forever, fourteen years preparing himself like an advisor once told him he should do if he wanted to get real good...   

My stories are athiestic, grotesque....  then the comes at the beach when something snaps and I know I am being watched.   I left the dog tied to a post at the beach by our house, and walked some fifty yards away, suddenly aware of things I had never imagined.  Like going mad, or maybe liike discovering madness, as it turned out to be.   That week I had a seizure they caused by spiking my water, the next three days I do not remember at all.   The CIA's files sayI was becoming famous and was not moral enough, so they brainwashed me...  and were a bit surprised or not when Christ came to, not some puppet, but the real thing, a God causing the tumult across the world, beating down nations with an iron rod, a bloody birth for a warrior GOD....  who was filled with a fight that never went away, no matter how beaten he might seem, and like his nicname superman, he whethered the storms.  A creation of INTELLIGENCE that took on a life of His own...   Jesus and Zeus and nammes of Gods going back to the preverbal humans.  

This is where the reader must make their own choice... am I a brainwashed remnant of a failed CIA and others schemiing, the Hand of God used once and never to be again, as I got a message this week.  Certain tv shows tell me just where I am in the picture... they have used my words and life to inspire an angel coming into their story, which they never believed in, then I appeared.   They created CASTIEL..  but then I did not realize that my criticism was life and death now that I was the leader,  wrote hatefully of killing a preacher who offended me, and prosperity ministers, never realizing my subjects were actually killing people.  The writings of CHrist.  I encouraged others to use them, because they were not making me any money, but mostly they wanted to control the public perception of me.

CHAPTER  FIVE

THIS WILL..... will come back to modern times, and write about my life before the intelligence came for me, the struggles I had going back and forth on God, and how academia always stripped me of God... in fact I will never forget that I was very close to God when I went into neiu FOR MY FIRST CLASS, and the thought crossed my mind that I would lose my God once again in this place... and I did, becoming the harsh athiest, whose work would later be misinterpreted in ways that I will explicate in this chapter... this will end on the day that I realize, suddenly and out of nowhere, that I was being watched and always had been. I had NO WAY of knowing this at the time, unless they were hypnotizing me and hiding that from me, which is quite possible, and something I was once told... but all of my sources have been untrustworthy....  it will be a quick telling of my time living on the beach,  becoming a ht as a comedic writer on a blog, getting good reactions from people all over the world.  That was the most innocent I ever was of what my writing would inspire, the violent fiction about a super spy who smoked a lot of weed, a serial killer for good causes and occasional irritation....  for comedic effect.   A TALE of a God on earth who became more popular than Jesus, and took over the world....

I had no ideas at the time that I was writing my fate in this world, almost from memories of the future, in a mind where occasionally time has no meaning and I am everywhere at once, far into the past and far into the future, feeling them both, seeing them flash in images as I FEEL them, which is not pleasent for me.   I attract pain.   OR PAIN IS ATTRACTED TO ME.  This is when humans come to God, and I REMEMBER these thousands of years....  what is the point?   I am a person who likes to have a point, when possible... and one that others can follow, is an important part of doing that.

I SCATTERED THE STATUE YOU BUILT OF ME AS  I  DID BABEL'S TOWER TO HEAVEN.

I would not allow one religion to be stuffed down other people's lifestyles.   I would not ignite the religious wars of creating one world wide religion, be it atheism or Catholicism or Judaism ....  Christianity of the least Romanized sort, the simple baptist  was raised, is enough for me.   If  I had to declare myself something I would refuse, but there has to be that influence because that is where I thought about God the most.  I liked the idea of GOD. 

I could not always maintain the belief in God iin my life because I ignored the eviidence that was all around me that miraculous events spoke of a plan greater than my life, a river of God's love in which I flowed within...  a blessing AA, because I was no good at drinking and attended for many many years to stop, or I NEVER would have been able to attend college.  The two did not go together with me.   I was a few years sober when I started college, with no real chance of having a slip, because I went to aa a lot.  I was careful, worked out, kept it together.  NOW I HAVE EVIDENCE... VISIONS... AND SUPERNATURAL OCCURANCES I HAVE WITNESSED....   there is a list of them  I keep in my head, that I run thru when I AM doubting in my belief that there is something beyond this painful meat that encases me...  when I forget what I know and have to remind myself of when I take the world around me as the most important events in the world.

When I forget that there is much more than this living life,, that there iis a Holy Spirit in all of us, and we are indeed that Holy Spirit more at times than the flesh and the life that surround us.    I suppose I SHOULD put together an entire sermon about god the son and the holy ghost ---  all one, and how you humans are the holy ghosts, wo to speak, who sometimes visit the living before returning to soul, or come back and visit them... ghosts are not anything I know much more about than I encountered one once and that was enough for me to never go out and try to contact the dead....

Spirits in flesh -- you, a creature going fom creature to creature at times, becoming human as a choice at times, like myself, have been many of the animals we feel closest to.  They too have at times been human... the Hindu discovered this about cows, the world has yet to discover it is true of all animals, they are you at times....  and you should treat them as such.

























chapter SIX

This one comes into the present time, and He has just been grabbed and brainwashed by the CIA, a kid who grew wings they cut off when he was young and hid.  A real life angel in the possession of the rich government, known about by many.   He has gone from being basically unknown to having the entire world knowing an ANGEL was on earth.  filmed and talked about all the time on tv, bugged and then cameras set up in his apartment.  An educated man in many fields and funny.   He has been interrogated by the FBI over the actions of groups that called themselves his acolytes whom he had never met, and were kept from him by the CIA so they could use him as a puppet.  Using him the webcam of God to give orders... filming my life, as really happened, and I mean this...  because I did not really give any orders... because I did not know they existed, or I would have.

I thought the bugs were spies, and since they never seemed to help me rise from the mundane, broke life I was living, while my life was being leaked to tv stations, and they were mimicing me.  I had no idea people were seeing what I spewed out to the newscasters...  until the very end, when one day I saw an actor holding up a child saying fuck, and an image of someone like me in a green housecoat I had, right where my dresser was, from the perspective of my tv... and it hit me, they had a webcam in my home...  that I had fucking masterbated in front of twice, telling the people I knew were filming my life, that some parts of life were x rated, in my continuing battle to get them to quit filming me, which I HATED....  I would make threats, tell shit just to fuck with the listeners.  I figured out from different media outlets...  this brought on my destruction of the webcam watching of my life.  I TOLD THEM, DO YOU THINK THEY TOLD YOU EVERY SECOND OF JESUS LIFE... hell, no... if people need to know it, I write it, I do not give some vague signal, like putting out a toy of a lobster, which led the cult following the webcam to think I wanted people put in tanning booths and burned.  This guy was Jewish, who I learned about this from, after they did it to him, my pharmicist.. well, I did not know until later this wass how the toy lobster was being used.

This is how my life was looked at from every angle, and since I had once joked kill yourself and others, people did.  The words of God they heard, in my jokes that meant nothing of the sort of thing they were doing.   But I did not know there was a real war going on out there.  I wrote a lot on line about revolution, never realizing my words had started one on the ground, and in the church....

I want TO write about the armed guards in the apartment above mine...  almost like directors, banging on the floor when I said something funny at times, other times when they wanted me to notice what was on tv.

This chapter will provide the reader with the apt, the cameras set up all over the hood, and the phenomena of my not going along with their plan, finding it sick beyond comparison....  I   was crazed from the brainwashing, which was no easy thing to deal with, and I need to emphasis this was how the first days started, when they wanted him to lead the world, as the king of kings, a position He would not allow to be established in the world, because He was the onlyone  he would trust with the job, and someone else might get it from him.....  He demands soverign countries after being given the world....   saying, do not trust a small authority to rule the entire planet, because they would screw the poor, just like the elite.


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Paul is going to be a bit of a villian in this book, A WELL intentioned man who thought that he would reinterpret the bible, so all Rome would worship Christ, and live as they did.   The man who turned Jesus over to the Romans as an iicon, for a church that in reality still worships the pagan gods and themselves....

IN THIS CHAPTER......   I WANT PAUL TALKING TO SATAN AND JESUS ABOUT WHAT HE SHOULD DO WITH THE WORDS OF THIS HARD FIGHTING, REVOLUTIONARY SON OF GOD....  to make him a figure the Romans would not find offensive, a man who RENDERED UNTO CEASER   ...  something God raised an army to fight before.....a figure who will represent the the anti christ -- who I am making up, as I am most of this book, of course... trying to convince a group of people why they should take him as their savior instead, and making the Christ talk about all the worlds he has destroyed as he makes his lonely away around the cosmos sendiing souls to heaven. His arguements will be made by the secret Roman who wrote most of the changes to Jesus words, which the gnostic religion, to a degree, will be shown as having preserved, as they were being hunted down.

This conversation....  Paul is on the road to damascus, I think, and lightening strikes out of nowhere, and he is thrown to the ground, and finds himself confronted by Christ and and a beautific Angel.    CHRIST ASKS HIM WHY HE IS KILLING HIS PEOPLE, and Saul becomes paul.   The angel asks him how he can bring the story of someone who revolted against ROME to the Romans without offending them?   Christ just quietly looks at Paul, his face a calm mask that does not reveal what he thinks of the angels words.   The Christ tells him, make up your own mind.  Think for yourself.   I am here to protect the rights of any religion.  Do what you will, and others will do with what you write their way, and on it has gones since man ate the apple, and could talk about their fear of death, not just run when it came near, and forgot about when it was not... living in blissfull ignorance that we were prey to so many.  I protect your free will, your individuality, which others would steal if you let them in your house and near them.

PROTECT YOUR FEE WILL

there are theives out there
who will steal it
if you let them in your house
and near it


OTHERS WILL STEAL YOU
 IF YOU LET THEM IN YOUR HOUSE
 AND NEAR YOU.


CHAPTER ?????

The war to end all wars has started, in Israel, a flashpoint, suddenly over run by their arab neighbors, they took the LIMITED nuclear option, which led to Russia honoring a contract with Syria and leaving Israel dust in the wind, pretty much.  The Samson Option, just blow the shit out of everybody everywhere if they got over run....  bring that temple down, destroy their enemy even if it meant destroying themselves.  The USA and the United Nations condemns the attacks, then does nothing to Russia except hold endless meetings about what to do about now was too radioactive to allow people in.   No one wants to escalate.

The Godhas seen the end come rains of fire, knows the nukes will destroy the atmosphere as they send soot and dirt and cities and mountains and suburbs all up into a dense cloud that stops the sun from reaching the earth.   Then He believes he will have done his job, lived with all the lives on the planet, man, plant, animal... he preferred animals to human, took breaks to become a dolphin...  when he knew the end would come next time he came with the mask of Jesus, who had foretold there would be a heaven on earth, who had tried to establish it before, as a sign, as was the line he slipped in about selling your cloaks to buy swords, and how he himself would be returning with a sword.  SPOKEN LIKE  a true revolutionary, and a God who was telling people that in this time around He would be a martyr who started a religion, kept alive by revolutionary zeal for the men who fought to free Israel from grip of Rome, where their Gods were mocked by pagan idols.... THAT HE WOULD START A NEW RELIGION, THAT HE WAS THE SON OF GOD, NOT A PROPHET OR AN ANGEL WHISPERING IN A HUMYN'S EAR...  No, he was there in Creation....  part of creation, part of GOD that loves and prospers and creates the planets and returns them to dust, without much care of other than the souls developing there...

THE first week I was home after the brainwashing, I was sick..  spending my time going back and forth from the computer, to the sink, where I was puking up everything I rried to eat.  They were afraid of this internet creation that sent out five webssites telling the world the rebellion had begun, and caused just such an action.  Others contributed to geting me famous, bringing my blog up to thousands of hits a day...   college students reacted to the ideas I spewed out.   I was crazy in a way, wanted to be alone, like I was in most lives, when the transformation came, and the God within came all the way through my being... instead of showing thru cracks in my facade, my cover, my clark kent....   THE confusion of being contacted by God is underestiimted by Humans, and the loss of who I thought I was hit me hard... for years I had tried to learn to be a certain way...






HAPTER FOUR






 The first will show a God from pre hiisitory involved in a war that is lost.... He will however leave a small group of monkish sorts, this is before written writing, so they are story tellers, who talk about how this figure knew what was coming, and went into the battle merely to show his followers they needed to fight on without him, and to preserve their free will. FREE WILL is a huge part of this book, because I do not think religious people should ever bow before anyone except God, and how man has set himself up as God over and over, and the God has had to return over and over just to break this survival mechanism from leading all of the spirital away from the truth of God.

The second will be as Jesus, leading another losing revolution in Israel, and how he does not always know the future, and why we should not know the future, as well.... this is going to be the future of breaking the Jewish salt from being the beginnings of his future religion.

The third will be about Paul, who is going to be a bit of a villian in this book, the man who turned Jesus over to the Romans as an iicon, for a church that in reality still worships the pagan gods and themselves.... a figure who will represent the the anti christ -- who I am making up, as I am most of this book, of course... trying to convince a group of people why they should take him as their savior instead, and making the Christ talk about all the worlds he has destroyed as he makes his lonely away around the cosmos sendiing souls to heaven. His arguements will be made by the secret Roman who wrote most of the changes to Jesus words, which the gnostic religion, to a degree, will be shown as having preserved, as they were being hunted down.





The fourth will come back to modern times, and write about my life before the intelligence came for me, the struggles I had going back and forth on God, and how academia always stripped me of God... in fact I will never forget that I was very close to God when I went into neiu FOR MY FIRST CLASS, and the thought crossed my mind that I would lose my God once again in this place... and I did, becoming the harsh athiest, whose work would later be misinterpreted in ways that I will explicate in this chapter... this will end on the day that I realize, suddenly and out of nowhere, that I was being watched and always had been. I had NO WAY of knowing this at the time, unless they were hypnotizing me and hiding that from me, which is quite possible, and something I was once told... but all of my sources have been untrustworthy....







The fifth will be the night I saw the face of God and myself destroying the world, and the bit of panic I learned took place... the stories I have heard of how people tried to escape my wrath were horrifying, and the pain people were put thru haunt me always... I understand now how my own words led to the problems at times, though they were never my intent, and without the idiots who made the decision to keep me out of the battle and those who took me hostage -- decisions I UNDERSTAND TO BE WRONG IN RETROSPECT, as I pray they do as well, but I have no idea how some people think... any of them except me, and then I surprise myself quite a bit. I remember the radio station that was trying to help me at this point starting playing THE DREAM POLICE at this time, and wondering if they had the technology to give me dreams. I have later read they do, but if so... it does not SEEM to have been used on me since.

The sixth will take place from the perspective of a character who I will compile from a lot of what I learned about those who fought under me, and her/his doubts. I cannot imagine not doubting me, since I would have never believed in me at all had I not experienced what I HAVE. I will have to use FICTION mostly for this one, because I know little, and some of what I do I must change to protect the innocent who the not so innocent would kill. Plus, I do not want to throw more gasoline on the elites attempts to keep the race war in the states from continuing.

The seventh will be about what happened between me and hollywood, and I AM GOING TO NAME QUITE A FEW NAMES ON THIS ONE... WILL FERRELL, Who I wish to God would die already, though I would hate to see it happen without being there with a dull paring knife and a lot of time... just kidding, I wish to forgive him, too... Bob Dylan, as well... though that is going to be hard. When you find out your heroes are betrayers of all humanity, for fame and chicks and all the things you turned down, it is not easy.... I will at least pull him down from his pedestal and piss on his corpse. No one will be listening to his music by the time my side wins.

The eight will be about a world war, which will start in the miiddle east, with Israel being attacked and trying to use their samson option, which GOOD JEWS will make a last minute conversion to help... not a conversion to Christ -- religion in a way is irrelevant to this story. THE GOD is more of an alien with good intentions than the redeemer people think of or have worshipped. In fact, he has tried to avoid being worshipped everytime, because he considers this an affront to his God, who is the only ccreature worthy of worship.

THE NINTH WILL BE ABOUT THE LAST DAY OF LIFE ON EARTH... the nuclear war will be getting ready to rage all across the planet, and a few who think they are going to survive are buried deep underground... they will be surprised when they find out they die too. There is nowhere to hide from this BURNING. The souls then, of plant, animal and human, all who have ever lived, will finally be informed of their having been caterpillars in a way, some, and others just creatures God wishes to exhalt and love in Heaven. Some few, who have won the evolutiionary battle, will go with the God, becoming almost like him, scattering throughout the universe, to incarnate in form after form fighting the pain of life, and leading others to the love of God. MOST OF THEM will be buddhists, returning Buddhas, though many of them will also be people who know nothing about buddhism, or their own past as returning buddhas... which in a way I make everyone out to be...

The last scene, which I am hoping will be as pathoes filled as it makes me, will be THE GOD watching those who are going off to heaven and wishing he could come with him, then alllowing himself to feel all the pain out there, hear all the prayers of the various planets calling for a savior.

I think often of how every tv show is always trying to stop the apocolypse from happening... which is anti-thetical to the prophesies, who predict this time will be wonderful for the chosen... well, I consider everyone chosen, and that chosen was created by mankind to make some elevate themselves, and of course to elevate their God so they would win wars....

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