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, April 18, 2016

The Manchurian Candidate

FUNNY, the first thing you notice when you are brain washed, is that you do not know who you are, you are just sure that you are not who you thought you were..  you grope around for who you are...  the awakening was forced this time, found out earlier, prepped....  they had no idea that they were messing with the mind of a creator and destroyer.  Or maybe, every word I write is the brainwashing...  and I am nothing at all.   The pretense in the shadow war was that I was cogzinant of what I was doing.   I  was in a Catholic hospital when they forced me to wake up to the fact that I was not who I  thought I was.   I asked for a bible, and they brought me a Catholic one, which I refused, because I knew the Mormon prophets had realized I was coming to the USA so I asked for their book.   I FOUND a lot of truth, it seemed....  though I am no puritan at all.  Hiding who I am requires acting like someone who is not a God....  not acting like a saint, seeming a sinner... though I seldom sin in any big way at all, and hate myself when I do.   Some of the work that was done on me made e a liar extrodinaire.  I have no idea why i did this.  It was like  a madness.   I have lost this now.  I care only about the truth.  The change came when I REALIZED that the revolutionary book I was writing, and my writing in the voice of Jesus, began to have effects of the world... but even though these things were happening, I could not understand why no one just came up tome and explained what the hell was going on....  drove me mad.  There was various communications...  strange coincidences withmy writing.   I knew I was bugged and watched and hated it...  I could not figure out why the hell people were doing this to me.   I took advantage of it as best I could, but the brainwashing was horrifying.

iI WAS SUDDENLY being used as a puppet...  a real manchurian candidate, with the rube being that they tried to make a fake of the real thing....  I did not think other people believed in me...  found that out very late.  The things I said.... the way they were used....  I simply did not believe it.  How the hell could all these things happening with tv using my words...  I could not process the thought that I am this thing.   I am not Jesus, though...  He was a revolutionary long ago, a good ESSENE, a communist with a God.

I did not know who my allies were...  I liked people who liked me, did not know about all the secret groups inthe world...  my plans are only now truly distilled.  They never took into account the brainwashing....   the trauma of that experience was like losing my mind, and I was pissed about how my world had been turned on its head and finally snapped, became filled with hatred...  wrote attack, blitzkreig...  II would smoke weed and write from a deep trance, and nothing ever seemed to come of it except mentions in tv shows... on the radio and news.   I could tell they could see me, but if I had known the extent of who was watching me...   when I found out I went a bit mad....

I wanted everyone to like me....  to protect and love the world....  I was steered away from this, used for a different purposes.    I am not sure how much of this I can get into....  but I talked a lot of old lives, and the murderous things ancients had done...   never thinking people would do these things/// criticized people and caused a war, when I just felt like a regular guy who was on the verge of becoming famous when he went crazy from being brainwashed....

Well, there is always more to the story....  though writing a book about real events, many I cannot reveal, and never will, is the oddest thing...  I want to LOVE....  give up all HATE and just LOVE.  GOD HAS ONLY EVER SAID ONE WORD TOME... ONE ANSWER TO ALL MY QUESTIONS, no matter how complex...  LOVE HE says...  not that sex has anyting to do with God...  we were made in His image only in the sense of the Holy Ghost... men want God to look like them, men want tobe gods... I would give about anything to not be me....  but then I think of the lives I saved...  but the mistakes.   I deserve to be haunted for what happened, but I WAS JUST A PUPPET...  I became a player perhaps in a way in the end.  But I am not even postive why I am here...  I believe these are the End times, perhaps....   I do not want that at all.   I want peace.  I want no reason to ever feel like killing again.  I want to make peace with all sides, a circle with no sides....

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