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.



Tuesday, May 31, 2016

This is True Story Time... where you can see the skeletan on which will hang the flesh of the book...

CONFESSIONS OF A SHADOW WARRIOR
... this is a weird glimpse into my life, as one who was courted by the elite, and taught a secret language used by underground groups to dileniate themselves from one another, etc... weird stuff they do with tv... there are hundreds of thousands of people in the usa, and God knows how many around the world, living cover lives, while they engage in a very life and death battle among various ruling families, underground groups representing repressed groups like gays and blacks and latinos in the usa, and then there is me... who was drafted into this world, brought in to play a part I knew nothing about, or who my backers were or what they were doing, because that was need to know in the spy world.
To get messages out to someone in deep cover, put it on a tv show, or even a movie. Fiction to most, unless you know what to look for. Comedies, newscastts, sitcoms, even children's shows. I have seen them on all of these during periods of intense conflict. Think about how there is virtually no other way to get signals out to people under surveillance or living in deep cover and this will be a duh moment for you, even though it sounds... out there. I work in this world, and it is indeed, out there.
I have many problems in my life, some life and death, and it would be rather selfish of me to think too much about my own happiness, anyways. I spent a rather frivilous amount of time working on my own happiness, aa meetings for twenty years, more therapists than I can remember, etc... always looking to be happy, but feeling that life sucked and there was nothing I could do about the vile world I saw around me because my philoshophiical views were the opposite of what was happening; I wanted everyone to have good jobs, buy houses, etc... instead of all the money going to the one percent. Last year sixty percent of the money made in this country went to that one percent. This is not how it used to be at all... it used to be one or ten percent. The basic person has thus lost the life of their parents, buying a house, having great insurance, a parent to stay home with kids, etc... we are losing. Until I can really have more of an effect on these things, in a way, nothing else matters to me. Always I am thinking of these things. Mary Ann is always asking me if I am mad or something because of the look on my face, and yeah I might be mad at some enemy I am thinking about or worried about the war or what my next move will be, etc... how it will end is not always up to me, except ultimatly.... one major decision. Anyways, I l have recently seen a huge reference to the shadow war on wgn that showed people wearing jackets that were all the codes in the shadow war for different groups -- it had been awhile since I had seen them all represented in a way that said the tv was about to make a reference to the shadow war.... I had been a king in this for awhile, though it was never my intention... I have the nickname superman in that world now... as these groups sang the song, YESTERDAY, by the beatles, purple letters cam flashing on the screen, FARWELL TO THE KING... but underneath it was superman leading all these superhero's. Puzzling. I DO NOT want to be a king, because I do not believe a bloodline makes me special, and do not want to make people think it does, because then all these other unqualified idiots who had grandparents who did some heroic deed, or took over a country, stay nobility, and try to pretend they are an example to their people, and thus have a purpose. Which is bullshit. Most monarchies shut down, or became ceremonial posts, but like England they have palaces and are supported by the public, though she was the richest woman in the world... anyways, I do not think I had best tell you what they meant on wgn, because that is taking you rather deep into their symbols, but it is both good and bad, I SUPPOSE. I was once supported by a lot of groups I disagree with. They did things I would not allow. I would rather work with people who either share my beliefs. SADLY, most of the controlling families are so rich that they do not want to see a guy like make them poorer, by giving money stolen by banks and stockbrokers back to the people who do the work. A lot of dark places between me and the end of this mission. New lows. I find no satisfaction in winning anymore. It all seems a waste, even having to fight for such things, but they want a fight so if I want to win, I have to fight them.
I tried very hard to avoid this at first... then I felt I was being tortured, and threatrened... I had no idea why, other than spurring on some protests with my writing... fed up, I did what I do --I FOUGHT BACK WITH EVERY FUCKING THING I HAD -- I will never forget the night I wrote in my blog, "Attack, blitzkreig, take no prisoners, can't afford them..." and all hell broke loose across the country. People did not know who I represented so all kinds of groups tried to rebel, mostly communist types, but hollywood sorts, too.... then I was told they lost, and instead they were still out there fighting. For awhile I abandoned them to make myself feel happy... ier. Now... the mission fails when I give up, not when others die, or walk away from my forces. I will never give up. My mission wins. The only question is who will be left standing among the tiny bit of the population that will be OUR ENEMY? The only question... they should be asking right now is if we will let them live or not... and acting accordingly.
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