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.



Wednesday, August 24, 2016

I HAVE SPILLED MORE BLOOD IN LOS ANGELES THAN ANY MAN HAS EVER ACHIEVED.... Hiroshima because a city lucky they were hit by the old technology.

They look at me differently in the camp now.  I am a reaper to them.  A mass murderer on a level they had never even seen a movie villain pull off...  a disregard for land, gold, lives...  I nuked Los Angeles, wiped out Hollywood... blew open a nuclear power plant to drive the civilians into Chaos.  The first salvo in this war had to be an alarm clock that woke the enemy and OUR ALLIES to the war raging.  Gave pride to some, who were ready to fight, drove the enemy to set up camp in Chicago, gathered as I hoped they would, for the slaughter.   Tonight is their last night.

Now the entire country knew what ISIS was from our broadcasts, and increasingly the government had just started attacking directly without their usual costumes. The war was bare naked now.   At least the people were no longer being led into FEMA CAMPS and then disappearing, supposedly sent to safer areas, told in every camp they were being taken in for evaluation.... a sham, that kept the prey walking to them, without bloodshed.   Our broadcasts, and the soldiers we had sent out to recruit around the countries, had blown the camps to twisted metal and bodies no one bothered going in to gather in body bags.   We were beyond burying the dead now.  LA left their dead and wounded, to get out of the radiation zone that would have killed them overnight.  The government was not prepared, were bunched around a radical in CHICAGO, who was stirring up trouble.  

The old sleight of hand, look over here while  I do this.   I also have most of the enemy army around me, and their leaders.  They did not believe I would use my nuclear power.  I had not in eight years.  Now I was getting ready for phase two, taking out Chicago.  I had told my soldiers they were saving their relatives from  ISIS and this would have been true, though the real-er truth was that I planned on turning the city to Rubble, which was why we were south of the city in the Dunes, out of the kill scene.   No one in the camp knows.  I walk around being mysterious and inspiring, saying little to the soldiers at their campfire, unless they ask a question.

They are treating me with more respect or fear, not sure which,  after I nuked LA and assured them New York, unless they rebuked their politicians and chose sanity, will share the same fate.  I have in a palm a device that I need to manipulate to turn Chicago to dust.    I walk off by myself in the woods, and manipulate the buttons under my palm in the dreaded code..   The blast wave hits us and people are tossed off their feet, tents pulled out of the ground and sent into the trees, fires sending sparks and hot coals off into the night...  over before it starts, explosions soon become audible in Chicago, and the gathering orange and gray mushroom cloud over the city makes clear what has just happened.  

The people in the camp were from the city.  The museums, the whales, the parks, their houses and neighbors and...   I cannot imagine what they are going thru.  There is nothing for me to say.


I gather my soldiers and we leave the camp, five heavily armed with sixty pound packs, ready to fight our way through any chaos to get to the helicopter, where we fly south west to another base.   I leave feeling like I am running away from what I have just done, and if this was not the plan it would be what I would want to happen, regardless.....   Pictures of Hiroshima and Los Angeles fill my mind, then the thought that Chicago is really gone leaves me in tears, hidden behind my hood, I act as if I am asleep as I cry.  Other soldiers are more open in their grieving, and one man begins hyperventilating.  I hand out green meanies, valium...  calm them all down.  Add in a few morphine to help them thru this.   I encourage some drug use among the soldiers, and the civilians, I would sure as hell rather use chemicals to our advantage, then spend time we do not have mourning.  What I have done in the last few days will change the course of history, perhaps... stop the planned genocide, when they realize how serious I am about making their victory pyrrhic.  They have gone from having no resistance to people all over the world hunting them.  If not for their private armies, they would have lost by now.  Some of them were mutinying as well.




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