When I was writing comedy, one of ANDY DICK'S people told me everyone was stealing from me in Hollyweird, and I was kind of proud of the fact. I took the attitude that they could never actually write as I do, just still bits and pieces here and there... what did I care? At the time I WAS BEING read in 180 countries and becoming famous enough I figured I was on my way to great things... of course that was in the Matrix, and to get famous and shit they have to take you out of the matrix.... and once out, I had to fight them... because I cannot be bought.... as the gov. and many others have learned over the years.... at least by evil.
THIS IS WHY I am not afraid to put out chapter outlines. A person would be crazy to attempt a book like this anways, but we would write very different books.... two books on the same subject... sigh... one way that intelligence has tried to fight me is by taking my ideas and what happened in real life and putting them in movies and tv so that people would think the ideas were all fictional. Of course they are simply better at this than the average human, who one can hardly call a sheep if they are living in one tiny part of a plan going back hundreds of years.... they cannot see the beginning let alone the end -- I learned of their endgame and chose, at a time when it was a distinct possibility that they might have tried to kill me in their idiocy and short sighted way, and told them I would rather be dead. OF course dead to me means dead to many others, too many for them to want to let go... and just so those few who know what I mean, I HAVE FOUND MESSAGES TELLING ME OTHERS HAVE EXPANDED MY INSURANCE PLAN... to various of ther killer policies, that range from air unbreathable, diseases untreatable, and mushroom clouds with angels sitting on top having a smoke and drinking champaigne.
I would still love to make a lot of money, so if someone wants to give me a job I deserve, please do... preferably in Cuba or China or Iraq or Russia, or a few other countries, including my beloved Mexico, who is mad at me for reasons I cannot change -- though I pray that by now they know I never meant to be seen by the world in my living room, where I wa taped masterbating and then my enemy, DISNEY, and others passed it along to all of hollywood and on some website they had going behind my back. I would never have betrayed the rules of leadership had I known what was going on, though I also never would have involved you in a racial war with your black brothers and sisters.... we are all in this together, even the one percent... who I stupidly kept alive as well, when I could have had them taken down..... I believed too much in human flesh to be moral back then, projected myself unto all human beings... not realizing that I am not just the son of man, I am also the SON OF GOD.
You are reading a book by the God of many masks about the God of many masks. I will stay in this 'character' whenever I write in this book, so those of you who do not believe in any God, let alone are foolish enough to believe in me... or knowledgable enough... perhaps? do not have to run out right now... there is as much or more for you, because I did not believe in GOD for years, and have much the same criticisms as atheists. I have to write a book that has all the rules of the usual novel. I find I love artistic novels, and I love action adventure, etc... this book is more action adventure, in most ways, though again, he is a God so there will be sermons inserted here and there. The post modern seems to have no place in a book about universal truths, since the philosophy is based on situational ethics... but I do believe in situational ethics. Do not kill is meaningless to many if your famiily is threatened. MINE IS THREATENED RIGHT NOW.... AND MANY ARE BURIED IN UNMARKED GRAVES.... though in my mind I see the fields and fiields of tombstones.
In the coming days I will be drafting the first few chapters in the book. 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....
My method of writing this will involve adding and adding and adding to my research and writing on these various chapters, and writing them various different ways, until I feel they are right. The first chapter comes first... from that I will learn a lot of what is to come in the next ones, the themes, etc////
ON BEING A NOVELIST is a flawed but very worthy book on how to write novels. I learned what I remember from it -- one sentence from the sea of books I have read, LET THE NOVEL SHOW YOU THE PLOT. I have used this in short stories to great effect, and my first novel was based on this idea... it had flaws. THe ONLY WAY I finished that book was by finally writing down everything that had to happen physiically, and ignoring prose writing altogether, though that is my strongest point... being at heart a poet. THE problem with poets writing books is that the love of words and lines can often get in the way of the plot. One writer I know who did this very well and then messed it up later was the guy who wrote DELIVERANCE which is one damn fine book. Later, from what little I know, he fucked up his novels by forgetting that the story is more important than the words used to write the story. We poets become word drunk, and this has happened to me more than I could ever remember, where the seductive nature of saying something with just the right inner line rhyme schemes and all the little tricks my education taught me all come together in my unconscious and spew thru the little pea of my unconscious.
I know this writing is boring to those who are not writers... or maybe not, but I do want to teach how to write a book in this blog. In the other that I wrote straight thru as a book, I was too inspired to write down the dynamics... and frankly too pissed and confused. I did not know much about intelligence or how I had been used or how the world really works back then... let alone how many of you were counting on me... sigh. This time, whether you who have been on my side from time to time, place to place, think it matters or not, I will be writing a work that will be very meaningful to those it is meant to be....
I am going to explicate who I am going to be leaving out right now -- cops and gangsters. Their story is a sideline that is very meaningful to many, but I do not feel a need to draw any ire from either of these groups, and do not know enough to do them any real damage, even if there was a fair court in this country... which I assure, there is not on a certain level. Nine eleven should have by now taught those who know the real story, which it barely takes any research anymore to get to the bottom of, that they elite can do whatever they want and get away with it.... and there is not a damn thing on this earth that can stop them, until an equal or greater force comes along. I am that force, but I will not steal the free will of the people of this planet to save their bodies. I have suffered with them for countless lives and incarnations, from microbe to man, and that was to assauge my own guilt... for once questioning my father. I am not a Satan who would defy God or aspire for his throne... to use A WORD I HATE, but is conditioned into your minds... I cannot even imagine my tiny self beoming the szie of GOD, or being loving enough to forgive all he can, or celebratory enough, let alone many many many things. I was a plant on a planet, that could astral project our souls into other beings... HE IS THE CREATOR. I bow before him in all things, whether I want to or not.
All souls go to Heaven. Knowing this makes me the most effective destroyers in God's creation. I am the destruction of life on planets, leaving barren meteor fields in my passing... I am known by the mystics, and just by chance myths, as the apocylpse -- not the feared one of your made up humyn beliefs. I offer mercy killings where I cannot work with a species enough to bring them peace, and they are on the verge of falling into a hell of their own making.
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.
---- 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.
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