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.



Thursday, February 11, 2016

The weird history of me... which read to the Holy Men of our times to come to my cradle to see the son of God.

SPEAKING OF THE GNOSTIC BIBLES....I was blown away by that book, and it gave me a lot of seeds that have later grown with my learning. Like their Jesus being a man who told others they could be like He is, that he is more like a returning Buddha. I have been writing new takes of JESUS in my last couple books. The first I wrote pissed off over being brainwashed, in the voice of christ. This along with my fame from a hit radio show gave a lot of desperate people and very high level the impression that Jesus had returned, which resulted in a powerful cult building up around me. One of the ties to the Gnostic Gospels, is that I had been watched becsausee I am in a line of Mercian Kings, who were said to have taken in the children of Jesus, and be of his bloodline. There are all these weird paintings in Scottish churches about this, and a lot of other evidence, I discovered in other books. One particularly about tracing the endangered lineage. There was a huge group of Jews who moved to England just after Christ was crucified, and my family was rich as all... owned most of England. Perfect place to leave the kids.


 Anyways, my Grandfather had all this power in the secret world of secret societies of various sorts because of this, and he was a brilliant man, and a spy. He designed a plan that intelligence had me working on, when I was in my forties, and he died when I was six. I will not go into that. But the gnostic gospels werre written much closer to the time of Jesus than the other books, and they were not rewritten by king after king.. when the Jews Jesus grew up with hated kings, found them an affront to God... ESSENES. The book ZEALOT THE LIFE OF JESUS OF NAZARETH is one I would recommend to you. It goes by the records, that exist of Jesus brother James, what was really happening in Rome at that time, etc... it explains how the Romans did not kill a bunch of children when Jesus was born, that was totally made up... THERE WOULD HAVE bEEN ROMAN RECORDS and they would not have done that to tax payers... they did not want to provoke revolutions among the volitile JEWS. ANYWAYS, they were crucifying ZEALOTS, REVOLUTIONARIES..... AND THE SUPPOSED THEIVES JESUS WAS CRUCIFIED WITH WERE REVOLUTIONARIES.... the kings who rewrote the book made them criminals, and Jesus not said to be a revolution, but a tax payer who bowed like a bitch boy to the King.... so I buy the gnostic bible better than many others.


I was told many things by those in on the plot to use the writer in north Chicago as the Christ...  a Christ who they built up a preisthood around based on a self killing cult of Christians, murderous and suicidal, transforming from the flesh to spirit with complete trust in me... or perhaps wonder whether they were doing the right thing or not?   My use of the term Pax Romano was taken out of context, to the point when I arrived all powerful in the presss and media, there were many theories about who I WAS IN THIS TIME... I had certainly lived a life trying to better myself, doing service for others, being a moral voice despite how many friends it lost me...  a free thinker...  but not perfect.  I had lived for a vague AA God of my own choosing, a conscious creation in the universe that I laughed with at times over the ironies of life, feeling only God and I were in on certain jokes.   IN THE TAXI I TRIED TO BE BATMAN, and a social worker, and a non judgemental friend to the friendless, a good guy among criminals, who took always getting ripped off by blacks who got out and ran all the time, because there was no bus system and they knew there was nothing we could do about it.  To even hit one got us busted, not them.   The culture built this in.  They are very oppressed and isolated and surrounded by a very prejudiced group of people, and I WORKED FOR COMPANIES THERE THAT FLAT OUT did not hire blacks, a nationwide car rental company that thank God went out of business.  I refused to let this change my view on blacks.  Years before, when was eighteen and broke and drunk and in need of sobering up before I ruined my life, a black half way house took me in, gave me a bed and three meals a day, meetings all the time in the front room, for us and the neighborhood.  They saved my life, and I grew to love them as brothers and sisters, knew the neighborhood around there good, what would be called an all black ghetto but they were all nice as hell to us, nicer than any neighborhood I had ever lived in was... the early eighties when there were 24 pages of want adds in DALLAS TEXAS where I was....  after getting wasted and going down there with a woman, who I broke up with after a drunken night of swapping partners, after living drunk for a month, a life that I hated and had to get out of...  I did not love the woman like I had loved other women before her, and I was young, so I left the young woman living with her friends.  SHE WAS SAFE..  but I never saw her again.

This leads to another bit of my life that I should write as unreal as it sounds.   I learned of an underground race war that was attributed at least partially to my giving orders over the webcam, with signals of what I did in my life being my orders...  and of course no one could make sense of this, or any sense they wanted, depending on their honesty and motivations...   this was so never true, except in the most blatant of ways.    I did not know enough to speak to you as equals on the matters you brought to me.....   you could have read how much I hated the idea of a race war from my work, yet the CIA claims they were working with me and this happened...  I wonder, after one person tried to claim I had taken over the CIA by saviing them when my revolution would have crushed them for what they had done, as I might have had they let me know, or I thought I could do...  I wonder now about many things, did this race war start because of me or was it ancient, as I suspect... the blacks have never felt a let up of the war against them, so this war must have been around before me.. right? 


REGARDLESS.. they were giving me the news, finally, of what was happening with the revolution, and what had already happened, when they gave me two words in a message RACE WAR.   I BLEW MY TOP....  the cameras were all rolling and the spies were listening, and the people who had done this, and I told them I WOULD HAVE NOTHING TO DO WITH A RACE WAR...  even got a message from Disney who was under the delusion I would work with them, that this was my mess and I HAD TO CLEAN IT UP.   I never learned much about what happened, just that the cia and the blacks got into it, and the Chinese, my side, brought in cats to help the blacks.   The CIA was against the cats.  At this point they took me to be the same as my family was, dogs, in intelligence parlance.  I am not like that.  They are against the inter mixing of the races and I THINK THAT IS CRAZY and had always written in my writing, of other lives I remembered, and how we ended wars by intermarrying, not just queens and kings, but warriors and others so they would visit family in both camps, and learn, the age old lesson I always have to teach in each and every fucking life, humans are all the same, mostly.   We want to laugh, talk, love, eat, be comfortable... not matter what else we do not have in common, these basic, real things we know about one another, and from these basis the most disparate cultures in the world have gotten together.


I aleinate my once friends, if they ever were....  never knowing that the first allies I had were up to things I WOULD NOT ALLOW and at times they thought this was what I wanted and they had to accept. 



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