"Let no man deceive himself. If any man among you seemeth to be wise in this world, let him become a fool, that he may be wise. For the wisdom of this world is foolishness to God."
1 Corinthians, 18, 19
Too much thinking over the past... too many faces of the dead. Too much blood encased on me to even move. Tonight there will be more. More grieving. More loss. More souls finding out it is better to be dead than alive, that their fear of death was just more of the foolishness of the survival instinct.
The plan is to use a boat to get me up the lakeshore, along with anyone else I can identify who is going to be a target. The only one I have heard yet is the national guardsman, and the cop who interviewed me when I came into the camp. I insisted on this. The cop I have no idea how to get to... they are being hunted because of me. They made mistakes, still... they were on mission for awhile. My people are only worried about my safety, which I know is ridiculous, but try telling a human who has seen the death they have that God will not let anything happen to you. There is always the doubt, the belief they have more wisdom than God. I learned that I would be a fool and God would do what He planned no matter how much it hurt me, humiliated me, or killed. Time and time again in this war I have thought I made a mistake, only to discover I had done exactly what needed to be done to subvert the enemy.
They are going to hit the four entrances,, which are loosely guarded. We are miles behind enemy lines, the southside of Chicago is pure chaos, with the gangs banding together trying to hold turf, which is not going to work in the end, like any seige, because they are going to run out of food. We have people among them recruiting, getting those who we can use out of the city, into the small units we are using, groups of five who communicate only thru carvings on trees, each spot known only to the units directly around each other, so no captures can bring down them all.
I wish there was a clock, know the time is close. They have silencers, should be able to pull this off without alerting the authorities held up inside Soldier Field. Our area is closee to the lake, the wind always heard hitting the building, the waves crashing outside white noise. I feel it start. The bit of the psychic powers I am afraid to explore, that come unbidden from time to time to save me from trouble, and have my entire life. I am supposed to get up and walk to the door when I see a siloutte there. I see the door open, the black outline of a man holding a pistol at his side, then he steps away. I get up and start walking toward the door. From the four corners of the room men get up out of their beds. Silently begin to come in on me. I whistle and the door opens and the soldier steps back in, another follows behind...
One of the men closest to me pulls a phone out of his shirt. I act defeated, looking at the ground, arms by my side. He is taken by surprise when I throw a round house into his temple, put him down, stomp the side of my boot into his throat. Hear a grotesque gurgles as his crushed larynax attempts to gasp precious air. The other three are taken down by silent shots from the soldiers. People begin getting up, asking what is going on? I tell them in a loud whisper, "QUITE. We have captured three insurgents. Lay back down and stay calm or you are going to be considered accomplesses. You," I point at the national guardsman, "are coming with us. We need trained soldiers. You have nothing to fear from us."
God gave me a voice that can terrify or sooth, and taught me well how to preach what sounds like THE TRUTH, even when I am telling a lie for a greater goal.
We make it to the boat with no problems, it looks too small to deal with the waves, a thirteen footer, open. Ten heavily armed vet's are inside. We start off down the coastline and lighs start coming on in the dorms, shouts we cannot make out come from behind us. Everyone is dressed in black except me and the ex guardsmen. I duck down out of sight, motion for him to do the same.
"Who are you?" He asks, his voice terrified... they have all been terrified for years now, all trying not to show it; trying to pretend what they saw all around them fit the government narrative, no matter how incongrous.
"I am." My response widens his eyes. They have heard of me, saw me thru their internets and tv's when I was being filmed, when the enemy was trying to use the man who grew wings to jump start their world take over. I kept my hair long back then, wore a beard... stayed skinny as a rail. Aged ten years by getting rid of the hair and gaining the fat, look like a balding, handsome middle aged man now. Non descript. They loved the rock star image of the boy who grew wings, which was God's joke on them, my ironic father.... they cut the wings off, radiated them out of existence during a lost year in a hospital when I was five. A ploy on the part of my father. I am no angel. I distrust angels. Angels fall. I cannot fall, no matter how close I seem to be hitting the ground, He is always there to pull me back up.
Lights begin sweeping the water. They expect us to move out into the lake, as we knew they would, and staying on the coast line gives us enough time to reach an empty park down the shore, where motorcycles are waiting to take us to a church where the faithful have gathered, along with some they trust enough to attempt conversion. I am not trying to get them into a religion, I am here this time to fight. The religions of man, mostly started by me, all influenced by my presence, earlier religions I started, are meaningless to me... how people behave is all I care about. I am not the God that man makes up. The Son of Man... The Son of God. A scizophrenic existence below, on the planet, and above, where I greet the souls, send some to a long moment of hell, welcome them all in the end to the knowledge, however fleeting for them, that the earth is a coccoon and they are all going to heaven.
I wish I could get across to them Heaven, the golden light, the souls basking in a love that they are incapable of even beginning to understand, a euphoria that is not in their chemical make up. God glories in the souls, the souls glory in God. In heaven, there is no motion. Perfect stillness. My planet is named Heaven, and humans became confused thousands of years ago on this point, so I let them hold onto the name. We are the closest planet to Him. My kind feels blessed to be close to Him. We could go to God, into the golden love where all is explained, spend our lives in euphoric celebration of all God has created, tap into.... I cannot explain anymore than I have been told. I am mobile, once a watcher of creation like all of my kind, doing the job of mercy killing the coccoons, forever heading from one planet to another. The rest of my kind go home for long periods, thousand and thousands of your years, telling their tales to the others. Not me. God's presence is for those I send off. They are drawn to His love from all places in the cosmos. I am drawn to pain, a need to try to stop what I can of it... the gift/curse of the one being who amused his God, who gave the creature his first and only laugh, when He who was never meant to have free-will witnessed it too often not to have it wear off on me, and asked him if I could let a planet live?
I am thankful for my role. I am humbled by His love and trust in me. I am amazed that I get to do what seems more important to me than satisfying my own needs. Angels are those who try to follow what I do, but they all eventually fall... or head off to Heaven. Either way I am not disappointed. There is only one of me, and I would have no other live this life of eternal pain.
Our passage thru the gang terratories has already been negoitiated. We drive off west to Ashland, go south to the First Trinity Church. The darkness is in stark contrast to how light they were keeping the predominantly white northside. Water, power, gas -- all shut off down here. The leaflets dropped daily telling the people here to come to the camps to be taken care of. The blacks have been more wary than the whites during the war, which has served them well, and why the revolution I started so many years ago was offered to them first, and the oppressed of all nations, eventually... the elite who were backing me had no idea my words were not like their Machiavellian Svengali rap, until they had given me too much power to take it all back, no matter how much blood they shed.
I sense the snipers before the first shots begin to hit the pavement around us... just as quickly I hear the soldiers I had surrounding the blocks around us moving in, battling with whichever group was trying to take us out. I wave my comrades on toward the church. Stop my bike and turn it off. The shots zero in on me, letting the others safely pull around behind the church, where guards are already surrounding the perimeter. "You cannot kill me, " I scream into the night. "Surrender now and I will prove this to you." Bullets rip through the tires, hit gastank a quarter inch from my leg and gasoline begins to pour down my leg. The fighting goes on. They will not listen. My own people are either yelling at me to come to the church or just standing stunned, watching me make a target of myself. I know as long as they are concentrated on me that my soldiers around them can take them out with fewer causalties. I can see flashes of white. Hear the shots, see the gravel spewing up, hear it hitting my helmut, smelling the gasoline.
Finally there is quiet. They are all dead. I hang my head and wish I could cry. Think to myself, 'We will need to learn to cry again. This stoicism will be the end of us.' They saw me crying when they were filming me and made such sport of me that I lost the ability.... inside of course the damn was always close to bursting open, though I had only to hide my face for a moment, continue. I let the bike fall to the pavement and move toward the church, barely hearing the reports that nine were killed, a gang hired by the ISIS factions to take me out. They are torturing one of them and I can hear him screaming out that they knew they would be on bikes, and that is all. Another shot tells me the interrogator believes him. The brutality we have come to live with... makes me think for a moment of the stoner comedy writer who they came for. How little he would have believed anyone who predicted his future, let alone tried to tell him he was the son of God.
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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