The Confessions You Will Never Hear... EDITED VERSION

I am thinking back to the time before this war, back when I had to hide certain secrets, while writing about this on facebook, and drafting this book...   I am adding a passage to the book much later in the time than when I wrote this passage.  Now, I have lived through what happens between writing these words and the life we live now.  The war has finally almost ended, though if there will be a winner or two losers in this conflict has yet to be resolved.

Back then I believed I had to keep a lot of secrets, those that would get people killed.   I was not about to have someone lose their life over my thinking exposing some secret was going to make a difference in this world ==  If I thought it did, like my being asked to join in the massacre of seven billion humans, I will NEVER SHUT UP ABOUT PLANS TO GENOCIDE UNTIL THEY ARE STOPPED OR INSTIGATED.   THIS IS A SERIOUS WAR TO ME.

That was how I wrote at the time.  I had learned by then that neutral parties were best left out of the battle altogether, that you wanted that army on the sidelines, threatened by you.   I did this with mafia, the big ones, the small ones...  they were gracious, did what they were asked, in the worst of circumstances, believing they were somehow serving their country, but more than that making money, which is their number one priority, not genociding most civilians, including most the people they meet, those they passed on the street each day, bought their coffee from each morning, all walking dead to those who knew what was coming.

I refused to go along trying to please those around me, who at first I thought I WAS HELPING by ending conflicts, then finding only fighting was going to help and there would be an infantry sent in, to die first, and show how the enemy would fight...  those who lived through it would be mighty warriors, those who died at least tiring out the enemy.  The revolution went thru this by then in oh sixteen.  Two waves of soldiers, taking the world, then not knowing how to proceed from their, alienated from their leader, who was a hostage, taken by the blacks because they thought he was part of the racist group that they were saying he led, his kin... those he called family.  Racist, elitists, of all colors and lands, the elite they call themselves as they pick out the human gems who will be a part of the humans preserved after the genocide.


  I was chosen for many reasons.  Extreme intelligence, good looks, from royal blood... chosen young and driven half mad young by the injustice in the world, until I learned to ignore them as much as possible, and focus on literature, philosophy, old cults thriving in the beginning of the USA when people were truly set loose to choose their own ways of living and saying, THIS IS SACRED TO ME.    Humans offer a gorgeous bouquet of religions; presented to GOD's loving delight.   He acknowledges the gratitude for the grace of his creations -- always and forever taking place as the same moment of all is and always has been;   his view too miraculously close up to ponder, to imagine at one second seeing a young sparrow stepping out of the nest for the first time, having wanted to fly since the first moment he understood his mother left them, dived out into the air, another every event on a dying and birthing world at once and have them always happening from the first moment of what we call time to the last of event that has arisen goes away...

I can tap into the vertigo of seeing a bit of what he see's as this is what my kind do.  I was chosen from a planet of souls searchers, the first observer of the Father's creation to exhibit free will, by design and surprising none the less in the first moments and later in the development, making it up and it happens.   My kind, I describe at times, live on planet covered in warm water, the closest bit of life to the Face of God.  We live without doubt of his mightiness or love of great intentions or interest or grace or... mostly the warm love of God.  We were surprised to first learn there were others, far from here, who were without belief.  We did not want to believe him though of course we did.  We had all seen these planets in the course of our travels though we could not imagine not feeling God as we did, and were we wont to we might have wondered why, though we were observers.  

I confuse humans when I write that I am the son who said NO.  They associate this all too much with Lucifer, Satan, and others.  I have even written of how I could have been considered Lucifer by my enemies, and Jesus by my friends.   I am the one who holds the keys to hell.  I create your punishment.  Does this make me evil?  No.  Do I go to hell with them?  No.  Why do they go to hell?  Because their life on earth was meant to teach them something, and what it taught them must be that some behavior requires punishment.  A way of advancing them to never wanting to do this again.    In their next life they will learn another lesson, perhaps blessed this time.  Here is why I say if Hitler reincarnates as a young girl in a suburb should she be punished for what her soul, that creature shaped by the human flesh of the times, what brutality and strokes their souls have endured as they became a human;   why is this you might ask?

My guess is that some of you will do as I do, and go around to various planets, helping them the best you can in their lives, learning about them, exploring their lives from beginning to end,   This is where the fallen angels come in.  We become like you, Son of Man, and the Son of the Father is not universal.  I am the ONE.  There is no other like me.  As there is no other like GOD... BECAUSE THERE IS NO NEED TO HAVE TWO.  God works in the miniscule level of sending radiation through space to hit a gene in a human to cause a birth defect that will help them survive certain weather conditions...  I SOMETIMES wonder if there are not aliens out there who send radiation along to help lead us somewhere.  Maybe they are betting on who will win this or that battle, real cold hearted gamblers?   This of course is just fantasy.  Angels are not. Angels become too close to humans.  I am much more knowledgeable about death and the great love of eternity than any of the creatures who follow me.  This planet has seen fallen angels and I think this you know.  You locked me away from them and I could not bring them back... this I hold over those who kept me hostage back then, though there would have been more murders if I was not held hostage.  

Many last a long time, some since the first, and they blessed before me though no more than others, we are better friends, know one another in life after life, and at time love thru life after life, species after species... love is universal.  God is everywhere and nothing he creates can be in his image without this ability to love, which is what he means by that line in the bible.   God is not a human, does not look like a human.  God is everywhere all the time, which is how he can observe even the falling sparrow because HE IS THE FALLING SPARROW.

My friends asked for sermons from me over the radio.  I had spoken of my life, and evidently they had heard enough about that.   I reminded them of their worst memories with my talk of war, mourning, how to deal with what humans have since the beginning, how to survive embattled.   Tonight they have me in a nice radio station, courtesy of Tom Cruise -- the scientologists were Chinese operatives, since Hubbard went to them for protection with a wealth of intelligence his people had stolen, and his wife went to jail for, and he began sailing the ocean sea to avoid getting busted.   Cruise was murdered by the enemy early in the conflict, as well as that other guy who had been running the organization.  Not us.  The government did not want anyone around to lead the scientologists, though I STEPPED IN once before and declared cruise an angel in a time when that meant one hell of a lot to a people enthralled, by the arrival of Christ, or an angel...   who was waking up with religious orders, and a way to save the world, forgive everyone who thought they were going to hell....  I was stoned out of my mind with a love for all humanity at first...  I THOUGHT THAT WOULD BE MY STATE FOREVER... that peace and God had finally come to earth, and if it was a burden on me, I would welcome any cross walk it took to save the world....  

We share a belief in reincarnation, though the money making aspect of the religion had led them astray in ways they were quick to change when they were not being bullied into what to believe.  We mutually respect one another.  A number of them have accepted who I am, and they all think I am at least an alien.  Hard to be around me very long without noticing the string of miraculous happenings around me.. that look like nothing at the time, until they are added up and the number becomes scientific evidence that something... supernatural... was effecting the earth. Through me, though through others as well.

Back in oh sixteen I was beating myself for those who had died when I was kept ignorant of what was happening in the world.  They were keeping me underground as hell.  I got the word out to who mattered, and my enemy, who could monitor anything I did of course, though facebook made it easy for them.  I felt abandoned by my disciples.  I expect to be denied, too, even by those who have seen enough to know better.  Even now that I kill with blood in my eyes, and brought a storm of lightening that destroyed their armies, their leaders, their every house, tank, soldier...  for miles...   a storm that filled me with a euphoria I had to stop with deep regrets.  My urge to end all of this pain was great, showing me how he would lead me when the time came, ten thousand years from now when the planet is breaking down over an imminent meteor strike, or now...  or whatever will happen in ten thousand years... of that is even what it is... sometimes I think a thousand years of peace... yet the soul state is more than humans can dream for.   It came to me in child hood dreams night after night while still in a cradle, being a soul floating above the earth, curious and happy and consisting of nothing, just  a consciousness, then being suddenly pulled down into earth, blue and covered in clouds, and coming out from between a woman's legs, then bright white lights.  Before I knew where babies came from in my physical life, the dreams reassured me, became one of the spiritual experiences I used to use as my mantra to remember I am THE SON OF GOD. 

I DO NOT FEEL LIKE ANYTHING SPECIAL.  I was flattered by the attention, though I had no idea what was going on behind the scenes.  I began to feel trapped without the proper knowledge of what happened.   Somehow I expected my life to get better for what had happened to me.  I had no idea why I was suddenly persona non grata with certain tv shows, showing versions of my life that ended in violence I did not want to believe.  The first people to help me, in what was called the blog wars, supposedly to get Obama elected, also helped me to try to revolt... the CIA came in and cut their hands off...  others they took their money and sent them penniless into Chicago, executives at record companies suddenly working at McDonalds on the south side, and living as a near prisoner with relatives, whoever.  One I spoke to, had his dreads ripped out by hand.  The day he told me I was in a mania.   I had been made homeless, by design, so people in Chicago would meet me...  I stayed home too much.  They later, on a tv show, said THE GENERAL WAS NOT HAPPY WITH THE HOMELESS SKETCH... it was all set up, an army guy invited mary ann to come visit him, bring the dog, get away from the apartment, after throwing me out.  Then they ignored her all weekend.   Just a way to make sure  I was left in the street.  Had she a car, she would have left.

As I was walking down one street, a woman screamed at me, YOU DIRTY WHORE... as she got in a taxi.  I was being filmed and beamed on all the time, people watching Jesus in Chicago, Hit show of the season.  They called me an ape at first when I arrived.  I had no idea why, back then.  It was one side in the shadow war I was entering, where five families ruled, five families got sent at each others throats just as I was preparing my army.  Those of us preparing on my sound watched God part that river of blood in astonishment, our mission going from near suicide to a hard fought win.

I FOR AWHILE led them all, the king, when enough of the military and police and criminal elements were supporting me from behind the scenes.  When that broke up, into the vacuum of blood the sharks dived in to fight for what I had.  I continued on and they dismissed me again, though I knew from the beginning, that God would have me win this war.  I cannot lose.  In a way there is a boredom between myself and the conflict.  There is too much  I CAN DO to make my enemies afraid to fight me, to learn that a treaty is their only survival tool left.  This was long before I knew about the eyes the CIA were developing.  The miracles  I could do, I did not trust.... they were too destructive.  I could bring lightening out of a blue sky, and did one day as an experiment, then flipped out when I realized that it would hit buildings... I did this on the train, the high tracks looking across the city and I saw the factory this would hit and stopped the bolt.   For obvious reasons, I NEVER tried this again.  I also know that when made angry enough I bring flooding storms...  costly, devastating lightening and thunder all day and night.  A storm those who saw my anger create this were reminded this was predicted about me.

They never understood the patience  I have in my life, even when  I am talking of violence, etc...  I am almost always patient.  What I could do and often want to do I DO NOT BECAUSE OF THE HARM THAT WOULD COME... and my storms will only get worse, and lightening will fly on the days I feel combat is warranted.  That takes a lot from me.  Woe the day the fire comes, the lava pulled from the earth, until the very mantel is flowing up to the surface and through my soul form, the human flesh no longer binding me to the rules of physics, until the entire planet is covered in lightening lit bright white and smoldering red and black make for a sight that amazes the souls themselves...  I stand alone there remembering all of this planet, perhaps for the last time, as the lava and fire surround me, leaving me stand in the last circle of grass left on the planet, rising up high above my head...  until I am ready to say goodbye, like the last moments before putting a pet to sleep, even knowing it is going to a better place stops the pain... even knowing earth will become one bit of a countless number of planets in his mind he has been too in both past and present...  planets calling out for a savior from pain... the gravity that draws me, which at times feel like chains, though breaking them would require being Socrates without the hemlock, and I would be giving up on everything I believed in merely to draw a few more breaths in this fleshly soul trap.

I am remembering oh sixteen, because I could barely write of the period at the time...  I had learned who was more powerful than me, and tried to content myself to the knowledge  God had created them as such, and I needed to accept this as part of his plan.   I am not sure how I missed it before.   I am told my order to fight the criminal elements  I have vowed not to give to history, brought on by the way they had dragged my name through the mud, not carrying to ask me what to do with this mythic money I sure as hell never saw.  I was pissed as hell at the world watching me... and God would not allow me to take a throne offered by demons with angelic wings.  Fallen angels tricking me, because to a degree I can be.  They cannot defeat me.  The older angels know this.  We feel disappointment, nothing more.  The angel will be left to follow the impulse of love to the face of God... no longer among the traveling monks, trying to lesson the pain of those who call out for a GOD.

On this planet, wracked with pain and saying anything to keep the bullied from being driven to death, as had David Gilbert, and so many gay teenagers, I made the statement Gays are angels.  I should not have said this.  Some are, some are not.  Some are fallen  On this planet I believe that I have dealt with the sincere, and the diabolical, who used this as a power to act superior to other human beings... others believed a revolution was in order.   I named tom cruise in a stony night when I loved every human on the planet regardless of anything... I was just waking up as the Christ and was almost as bewildered by it as an atheist... the religious had been waiting for this awakening for some time.  They thought I hated the Jews, and some Jews, guys whose films I really like, gave their studio over to cruise.

I did not say anything...  when I saw this flash on the news.   When my behavior caused changes, they seemed so far from my life that I was genuinely puzzled by the news, not connecting this to my making a statement about  Kafka that I had written elsewhere, and should have finished that night.

Innocent Jews were persecuted because of this and the allies I had after stopping a take over by another country, which I was never told about... and brainwashed into.   If they had asked me before HAND it would not have been as effective, so they brainwashed me.   I did not know they did this all the time to celebrities and others at the time.  God I hated them for that.   With the Jews they said  a few things that made me wonder, like saying that Jews were hiding above bowling alleys...  it was little to go on, then something happened, and my pharmacist was tortured over a comment I made about the pharmacy.  I never would have wanted this.   I had no idea how anyone I was working with would do this and ranted and raved.   I work with them again now, and enough of the elite is Jewish, and bringing down their banking system had been a requirement they were more than happy to take part in... they agreed there would be  Jewish civilians in this war, non Zionists who would work with us to bring justice everywhere, including Palestine.

Trying to look back and write at that time of confusion is hard.  I had not yet been told of our full arsenal, though I had my own, given to me by the ghosts, nukes set up around three major cities in the

USA.  They failed to tell me that two of them were set on nuclear power plants.   They had wanted me to come out serious, showing I have the weaponry.

The next day I seem to wake up in my bunk having not slept at all, just thinking thru sleeping or waking... though enough hours had passed that I was sure I was asleep.  This happened to me a lot and my wife assured me I slept at least some of the night because I snored. 

On this day, I extend my reach of the war, showing Europe, and England, and the Middle East, that we can hit them all over the world.  The underground has been through, recruited the right people to live cover lives for decades to get close to the elite, to be ready for our time, when they drop their masks and show their bloody fangs.  The English queen and the prince Ed were torn apart, by hand, by a crowd that attacked her motorcade, after the truth was public about their pedophilia protection, various murders, included princes Diana.  We were there stirring up the crowd, ripping the first flesh off their surprised bodies, listening as they both tried to use commanding voices to tell us who they were and to leave them alone...   Their body guards thru down their guns, saying they had been treated like shit by the royals long enough, too.

We had our people steer the rest of the English Royals out to a castle in countryside, where we assured them they would be safe, even set up an attack on a few of them that we of course easily won, etc....  we were thought to be their saviors, when actually I simply wanted them all in the middle of a target.

Our people left from the area this morning, driving out then to miss the chaos that was coming...  

I forget what town I am in.   Now we are in an old library, getting ready for my evening lecture, sermon, cheerleading and giving the funeral rights all at once.  One voice to unite most of the world, for awhile...   I would never be able to do this without God pushing me along;  like now, I feel nothing like talking, but he is going to shove me into getting on the radio and things will go just fine.  Never feels that way.  I had the same thing doing comedy on the radio in oh seven when all this shit started, and fame was being prepared for a man who would not sign his soul away, and thus was unable to get the work.  Would go in for shows depressed and somehow be funnier than ever.  Very odd.

"Tonight, we have learned that various countries are still supplying ISIS, despite our warning last week that tonight, there would be consequences.  I will bring my fire all over this planet, and nowhere shall you be safe from my wrath.   Tonight, as I speak, Tel Aviv, Mecca, and Trodcaster, England, where the Royals and their generals, and intelligent chiefs have been having a meeting, have been hit by nukes.   We have new technology, the bombs built without the civilians watching, getting more and more lethal... until now, we take out miles and miles and leave the earth filled with death for a thousand years.   I will not allow anyone to stop me from taking this continent.  The sooner the world gets together, and cut your loses, the sooner your losses will stop, and you will wish to your God that you had listened to me now.   To those effected by actions who are innocent, or even on my side, I welcome your souls to the other sides, and pray for the living to find their way to the essentials of life, where they can live in a place of peace, for now and hopefully always, if our enemy will give in to our demands.

"Do not think I will not set off a nuclear winter if it begins to look like you are winning.  None of us want that.  I have no death wish.  If we have that alone in common, take your soldiers from this shore.  We will contact you and retain relationships when we have made sure that our land is free, and up and running.   Until then, consider us a viper.  You know I have soldiers who will be following me when I have the states, and I will...  and they will all be attacking your country with everything they have.  The bases you have allowed all over the world will explode and cut paths of blood through your country, our planes bring down your cities, our ships bomb your industry into dust.  We are not like ISIS, we are not here to kill humans and save the infrastructure.  We do not give a damn about what you want to preserve.   My thoughts are with those of you who lost loved ones today, and yesterday... and tomorrow and the day after and after that...  God does things  I do not understand.  The free will he gives humans leads to these great evils your kind does, though of course also the great goods, makes you inventive, artistic, truly alive...  God does not like slavery, particularly, of the mental sort.  I tried to make this known at the same time I was surrounded by cultic behavior.  

"They told me they were watching films, having discussions, I knew to be about me, but I was not sure what they hade of me when I heard of them.   I was horrified by thought because  I thought I was fighting an enemy thru my tv, not giving sermons to people who knew who  I was...  I took you to be disbelievers, and while like Castiel on Supernatural, I took in everyone into my fold, and some had been banished by God for a good reason... I saved everyone in hell, including beings with powers of which I did not know... AND the acolytes and others who watched me terrified because I knew the things they had said about me, and to worship me, when I always said not to do this...   I do not know how to tell people how to react to me to this day.   I AM the one they waited for, and they are certainly realizing this now, and why I said I would come back with a sword, because that is what they need this time, not a few words and a martyrdom of a revolutionary, who the holy books all changed around until he said Render Before Ceaser.  

I would have told them to fight Rome.   Drive the Icon and God declaring people who had this thing called citizenship which granted the rights, even as they kept slaves they could have put to death for any reason at all.   A world where the birth of western civilization, the bible re written over and over to please the Romans, with the writing of the mythic Paul who claimed that by seeing Jesus on the road he was a better viewer of Jesus than they were, basically throwing out all the other prophets just like that.   I like some of Paul of course, he is a great writer, as were the people who helped him, I suppose.   The Romans wanted a new religion just for them with a heaven and a hell, laws for the people to make themselves live by, complete with rules for how to treat your slaves...

I  remember a lot of lives but Jesus is the one who is important to this time, the gatekeeper to heavenly knowledge at the moment, one who can bring all religions into one church and preach a fiery sermon they all believe and react to and wish to live or are glad they have lived a certain way....  I am the one who begins this religion, with the writing I guess this is what I was doing in oh sixteen, before the shit hit the fan, and like tonight, I was pushed into becoming the worst nightmare of every man woman and child on this planet.  FROM HERO TO ZERO a few times.  Got ridiculous to tell you the truth.   I EXPECT TO BE HATED.  IF I AM NOT HATED I AM NOT DOING THE JOB OF A REVOLUTIONARY,.   My ideas are not radical enough, and my resolve to act too weak...

I wish I was back in oh sixteen, before any of these deaths...  James comes into the tent.  "Get rid of these guys, we need to talk."
"You heard the man, folks."  The radio guy and two generals who had been consulting me on the show shake my hand and head out...  "Have a good night, and thank."
When they are gone, James tosses three bags, blow, crack, and weed, a crack pipe and a bowl.   "I figured you could use a party, man.  After...   I used to think I was a killer.  You...  I know we have to win and you are right, we discussed this enough.  Still, man, shit...  we just took out millions of people...  we haven't come close to a billion, and they want seven, so...."
"I think they will capitulate now.  These bastards who have been helping them thought they were safe as long as they were not harboring anyone we were looking for... or thought they could hide who they were hiding, is ore the truth.  All I can do, man... well, snort some blow and get as far away from my emotions as possible, smoke some crack and weed and hope they make me existential enough that most of my thoughts stay in this room, rather than going to... what is going to be as unthinkable as the last two for awhile.  I will spend my life mourning and seeking redemption, until then I am the hand of God, man, and  I strike harder than humans.   You saw the storm."
"I saw weather control."
"Yes. that is one name for me.   You know, this is true, my dad drilled wells with his dad when he was young, and they used those diviners with sticks....  something magical about water, perhaps...  fuck, James, it gets easy for awhile, too big to process... what I have just done is the only way to win.  The set up, the game plan, our first strike, stop any opposition out of fear of raising the stakes any higher than I already have.  They have game plans to stop this, and are sane enough to want our reign of terror to end.   We can destroy what they fought so hard for, this planet.  Rather than die without them, we will take them with us.  Oh, they will live underground until the last neighbor has eaten the last member of his family, then they will madly, long gone insane, die.

They do not want that future.  We offer the only alternative.  Give them no way to answer no now that they know we will strike Europe and none of them can say this is not their problem anymore.  We avoided Nuclear Power plants and they will be thankful for that, though I will make sure that was a one time mercy.  A guideline for peace talks to come.

I know I have won this round and there will not be another for awhile.  The world will soon enough follow the states, already the other western align countries were making overtures to us, as our revolutionaries there made sure their presence was known with minor bombing campaigns, more giving out our business card than anything else -- and I used that phrase when I sent my communication to them.


I sit in the hotel room seeing the bombs going off over and over on the government broadcat channel.  April Maypole is reporting on the rebel attacks that had crippled three governments in Europe.  They could not avoid reporting about the events after our broadcast, and word getting out from the millions of survivors, the influx of ambulances... the witnesses of the mushroom clouds rising out of cities set afire...  I always said I wanted to die in the first strike, get it over with, go to heaven.  Not live in some dystopian society like I witnessed in movies about a post strike future.  I feel tell myself to grieve the living, the dead in a better place, all that.... does not work on the son of man, who is sorrowful over death no matter what his conscious mind tells him is the truth.

I do not want to destroy the planet.  My feelings are not narcissistic.  I can live no matter how this turns out, and would be better for it, but still...  there is other life, than human to consider, is one argument against destroying the world on humans account.  I do not mind freeing their souls as well, letting their molecules reassemble into something else.  This will happen in their future, or their now, and I can in my mind see them side by side, and the souls are happier.  Sounds insane to people who do not share my belief.  Then there is justice for the humans who planned to genocide the planet with their ISIS army.  I do not want to turn the planet over to such people.  I would rather render it uninhabitable now, since the prognosis is death, regardless.

Still I fight as if....  as if I can stop the elite...  as if the past never happened...  these things I confess that I have to carefully censor to stop them from becoming killing words.  I have written them before unknowingly and knowingly...  with a passion that precluded all notions of planning them out for some future event to take place.    Back in 0h 16 I was not sure  I even still had a world wide audience for my words.  I was writing on facebook, instead of being contacted all the time thru the television, or seeing my life mimicked on shows as if I was going to lead them to some action... as if I knew what they were even doing.  I knew for awhile, they told me, but during that year I knew nothing about it.  Reading tonight what I wrote during that period, reminds me of how far I was from winning then.   Always my problem had been underestimating my power, with the occasional bought of overestimating it. ...  almost always the former.   Before I found out how organized the resistance truly was, even to the deep government, the behind he scenes controllers. 



We have flown to Kentucky, where an ISIS front has pushed thru our lines, down into the south, and were coming back up North to try to come at the mountains from both sides.    They have to know  I am going to show up, so the merc's fighting will be shitting themselves... to make sure we get flyers dumped around their basses telling them in various languages that they would turn around now or die.  The Elite had their best trained killers shooting deserters all night, until the  Merc's understood they were no long quitting and going home...  they were told they would be unable to leave the army for an undetermined amount of time.  Give them hope, and nothing more, was the best they were getting.

They have set up tents and trailers on a river, runs for miles, and they are one both sides of the mighty Mississippi, flowing brown and lazy and now filled with debri, from explosions on back north, where the small battles now involved destroying some towns along the bank.   Dead Bodies were being disposed of by the ISIS and FEMA employees in the waters, sending them out to the ocean, growing bloated and more sickly smelling with each mile.  For awhile people tried pulling them out and burying them, then they stopped, within a day, realizing just a few fast moving test bodies had come through so far, before the industrial trucks dumped the millions that were coming.  You could smell the lake in some places five miles away.  They are in an industrial area with a lot of warehouses.  Everything they need to supply the soldiers, house armaments, etc.   They even kept room for the slave auctions that kept their soldiers, who had few chances to get out and spend money, spending money for another wife or two.  They are prepared for an attack tonight, though, and the women are being kept in their tents.  Every soldier pumped full of speed and ready.  I look across the camp and see every heart beat is elevated, their skin showing perspiration.   I will set the eyes on automatic to take out first threats to our soldiers, then the enemy, though any metal...  they knew there was no hiding by now.  When I let the blood fly

( NOTE for new readers, he has lasers inserted surgically into his eyes...) \

  missile launchers are targeted first, setting off massive explosions as the missiles are set off one after another, even those blown flying through the air back into the enemy barracks... the computer amazes me with what my eyes do.   Individuals near us go next, then the eyes are sweeping back wide, a few hundred yards into the enemy camp....  I glance of the entire camp and the lasers never stop.... cut a path of death through every living human, set off every bomb....

They will not be able to get mercenaries out to the camps anymore, or recruit replacements for those they lose.   Tonight's footage of the battle will terrify the world. Show them once and for all that I am much less dangerous when left alone, than attacked, that I will defeat them if they fight me."

My days of mercy are over.  Or never were, or always are...  I fight to save the many from the psychotic few who are so worldly that they fight to rise to the top of the soul snatching system. 
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BOOK NOTES... PLOT OUTLINE.. THUS FAR AND TO COME

I have so far him starting in a fema camp, hidden, escaping to a meeting on the Southside,  ends up going to the opposition, which is basically based in the Appalachia area, where the continent has been broken in half.

They are fighting ISIS which is a mercenary group hired by the elite, to pull off a genocide of the most of the US population, as they have already done in the Middle East.   The God of Many Masks is one of the leaders of the opposition.  He is the reaper of the group, the one who is feared and worshipped.  He does not care to be worshipped, and tries to give all glory to the Father, as he always does... everyone see's him differently, and he welcomes people who do not give a damn who he is, as long as he can help them survive.

Along the way there is a lot of reflection on what led up to where they are, though I have not used a lot of flashbacks.

Right now I recognize, from writing other books, that this needs to be heavily edited, the best scenes found, and perhaps even moved around a bit.  The work I did tonight on the book, combining an assault, and a public massacre, and a sermon.... has been kind of the rythmn of the book.


The TOTAL PEACE army, lead by Scott, the God of many masks, learned of a planned genocide, and when the elite struck, were prepared with nuclear bombs set up around the country, especially around nuclear power plants.   They had expected no opposition.  God and man had sent me, and others.  They started the war by blowing up southern California, Chicago, and upstate New York... willing to sacrifice a lot of lives, to save the seven billion the elite had planned.  Ready to render great tracks of the eden they expected once the population was under control uninhabitable.

The statement catches their enemy by surprise.   The government is using the media now to call the rebellion ISIS, though that is their army.  They were funneling people into FEMA camps until the opposition proved they were seeing who they were going to put into forced labor, and who they were going to feed their prisoners with.  The plans of the elite so sickened the population that as Scott knew,  all the civilians were on his side, whether they knew it or not.

The citizens in the east are trying to get west, to the safety of the Total Peace army....  something Scott started calling them because of his motto, 'Total war for total peace.'

The book calls for action scene after scene, not all this postulation.

I should write down the four or five action scenes, the preaching, and consider that the books so far, then keep leading it down...  He has to criss cross the country helping people in critical firefights, and there have to be causalties, things that even he can stop... though he must also begin to use other powers that he has not wanted to....

Ch 8

There is a timelessness that comes over me when I lay down and try to sleep.  I slip back to the beginnings of this conflict, amazed as the first time at  most of the shit that  happened.  There was a long between time, after the first two revolutions.  Around four years.  I was shut out pretty much from what they were doing, and the groups for the most part had gone back to doing what they had done before I arrived, and tried to offer them a different way of doing things, and ran into a wall of my own ignorance again and again.  


Back then I sat in a warm apartment in Chicago with two cats, mary ann, her mother...  writing in blindness again.  Feeling like the only thing I can really do wrong is give up, and tell any last person who believed in me that I was abandoning them.   I was a criminal in the worlds eyes during this time, and after I added confronting even the Jews whom  I had saved, not popular with my old allies, a term I use loosely.   I felt as I had always during this time working with intelligence entirely alone.  Back then only mary ann had witnessed the events, and she had orders to get angry when I tried to discuss it, and feigned forgetfulness.  There is a part of her inside that is stone cold her own, that would kill me to survive and be over it without a tear. 

Instead I wrote my words on facebook, even as I was aware the audience that had watched my life has mortified me in a way that will never go away...  a humbling perhaps, a Gift from God burning away the chaff like only I could endure and still end up standing, ignoring my flaming clothes.  Or so I see myself.  The countless perceptions of the people in the world who look at me run such a gamet.  The usual tact would be to choose a target audience and speak to them.   I just preach.  There it is... take what you need and ignore the rest, pissing off all of them sooner or later.

I did not know when the revolution would arise again, or if it would for awhile.  I was  just writing my inflammatory poetry on the web, giving a bit of a warning that people should prepare to war, or they would be genocided by a well connected, financed, and organized group of people who have been planning this event for fifty plus years... 

The first two fights had brought the hidden revolutionaries out of hiding, resulting in the exposure of spy rings...  I have no idea what other damage was done.  I did learn of some of the players in the gamer however.   I could have walked among them had I CHOSEN.  Though I would not sit at a table in Washington with people I hate who have betrayed their countries forever.  I would not pretend that being a pawn on the chessboard means a damn thing other that I am expendable. 

What I MEAN to people means more to me than before.   Once I would have scoffed at the idea of someone taking me too seriously.  Now I should at least be choosing my every word carefully if I wish to both be trusted with secrets as long as our motive is the same.....   TO BE CONTINUED.






The hardest part of our conflict came at the beginning, when we had to take down the various powerful families in the states who pay for the political dog and pony show for the masses.  The real players.   They are much more dangerous on the continent than the marines we have backing us up, would overwhelm us in a firefight.  I had no idea how to climb that mountain.  God gave me that one, when one family made a move on another, and the conflict escalated to the point where we were able to come in at the end, and take the winners down while they were hurting.  Without that miraculous event I would never have been able to get my people back in control.  The excesses when I was being used as a puppet would have stopped them from following me any way.   Especially not into the face of guns again.  Even they could not deny that God had seemed to part the waters of the red sea by getting me thru the families that had controlled the states, some, for hundreds of years.

We may have been few, though we were prepared for an influx, and cherry picking the best soldiers around the country for years, laying surprises for our enemy, stealing nuclear bombs, setting up sophisticated devices to hide detection of the detonators, everything to defeat a power with a larger conventional force.  I do not know how many of them died. Some were more than likely like the ghosts, and took themselves out to hide what they knew.

I did not realize that until very late, in oh sixteen, after periods of power had risen and fallen based on rules I was still barely beginning to understand.  I was drafted into intelligence, used, until I could act as an agent of change myself...  and fight them, those ones who I felt needed fighting.  The BULLIES of this world.  The big game hunters in real life, who live the way they play.  I will try to stay there as much as possible in this passage out of time, this flashback...   though I won't, I know, already, from working on this prose before and deciding to explain myself...  though the use of various times.  Having this all happen in my mind before it happens, as I have done again and again with reality, unbeknownst to most humans.  I can write something that is too believed or not believed enough at this point.  The believers and the skeptics have to be addressed because we share a common enemy, and a common belief in free thinking as the ultimate breaking of all chains. 

In the time I WRITE OF NOW, this memory, I knew little of how the war would play out, just that it was coming, and I manifest what I write... whether I MEAN TO OR NOT AND NOW must write only what I mean.   I was still filled with self doubts back then, unsure what God was going to do, hang me on another cross and bring me back in another life, make me a bomb destroying the planet through science or becoming a conduit for lightening and fire, the apocalyptic promise brought to fulfill with the son of God, the one who answers all prayers with death...  because being back as pure soul explains why they are alive and what life and death are for better in the soul than a body should even attempt.   I had forgotten simple lessons.  The world loves those who love the world, not the critics.  The world requires critics and some know this and bear the cross of hating some part of the world enough to destroy it, if they can.  I wish to protect the lovers of the world, by stopping the encroaching evil.  The coming creature from Babylon.    During that year I was just a critic.

I had made the mistake of sending the soldiers home.  I did not who or why they were fighting at that point, how much danger they were in...  I may have told them to confess, and qualified this... If I sent people to their death by telling them to go home, if I destroyed the revolution with my shock over the events I was learning about... these are the thoughts that haunted me then.  I thought we had lost, that I had brought all the revolutionaries out into sight and they had done away with.  That I had created a revolution out of broken people who put themselves together, or whatever....  I was still unsure of what happened at all.   I was not always knowledgeable about what I was doing.   I just kept doing what I thought was the right thing, as I had from the beginning.  Though by then I had enough perspective to know the world was fighting against me.   I saw the signs and they encouraged me, as long as they felt a need to come after me, some people were still with me... unless I was being dismissed as a mass murderer at that point who had gotten off on a technicality, a built in defense that beat their mock intelligence court.   Some people will never believe the innocent are innocent.  I tried to please a world that seemed to hate me.

Leaving me alone day after day in this world, not matter how much you put on tv, was the worst way they could have dealt with me back then, when I still would have worked something out without having to resort to nukes.  The ghosts had always known that I would use them.  They never explained how but I am sure starting out the war with bang that sat me right down at the table entered their heads.  I often wish  I COULD go back in time...  but things work out as God wishes them to, not me, I am the son doing his bidding, speaking for one so much greater than I....  that a stroke on the face conveys more about God than I could ever preach.  Still had the cats, the apartment, the quiet, no stench of blood and dirt on my fatigues, filthy boots on my feet.   No cot in a tent with a kerosene fire burning soft and silent by the bed, a book in front of me untouched.  

Now we are in Northern California, where I am to face a huge gathering for the first time.  The security has been checking cars going into the town, catching a number of bombs and other assorted killing devices.   I am not going to actually show up.  At the last minute we announce a halogram is being used for security purposes -- theirs, not mine.   I wanted the spies in the area caught, as much as possible.  The bulk we caught casing the areas, a few miles off with rocket launchers and binoculars.  We planned on coming in and setting up a summer camp in the hills up north, pot country as Pynchon wrote of the dense forests.   The operation would clear things out to a degree.

The show begins two hours after dark.    I appear and announce that to make sure they are not bombed, I have not shown up in person.   When I fill them with fear, which should be very real, that my actions have saved their lives, they understand.   I will never let the enemy know where I am again now that the nuclear card has been played, and I know they will not play back....

SLAUGHTERING THE INNOCENT

The God OF Many Masks is been giving military oriented sermons nightly.   The government's tight control of the media and movies and tv shows are blasting out the same official story...  letting the propaganda creep into the plot lines even of commercials.   Only a few of the shows are left.  Mostly newscasters/spellcasters go on ad on about atrocities they carried out under their false ISIS flag, and have blamed on us, the ones who are fighting their mercenaries fighting under the black and white flag.     The government stations respond only occasionally to something I have said in my sermons.... though my latest act is going to force them to negotiate with me, or let their families know how disposable they are to the elite....


CHAPTER SIX/SEVEN





We located a camp where they were keeping the families of key players in the banking industry, the ones who are paying ISIS. Far behind enemy lines, their security is laxed as hell.  This is what they get for having soldiers fighting for the money to spend when they get home;   this was the score of a lifetime, this war...  they all talked about what they were going to do with their money when it was over.  We have no homes to go back to.   Most families on the East Coast have been exterminated. We die if we lose.  The motivation gives us an obvious edge.  My soldiers walk into death mostly as souls in temporary bodies, theirs are saving their asses first and foremost.

The were in no FEMA camp.   They were waiting out the extermination in a mountaintop spa, with cottages spread out through the woods;   plenty of gourmet food, and instead of servants, slaves now, their oligarchy impulses turned Romanic in their view of those they could now have murdered and replaced on a whim.  The employees knew the threat of being fired meant joining the seven billion who were being murdered.  They knew all about the plans, and were reminded over and over, thru every demeaning act, that they were lucky to get to live thru the genocide in any capacity.  They were grateful, too, many of them.  Better a slave than dead.    When we had control of the grounds, some of them told us to leave them alone, that we would only get them killed.  Others came to us ready to fight, or too damaged by what had happened to do anything more than cry now that it was finally over for them.

On the way into the camp, we hiked about eighty miles thru Isis territory, an area they had already been thru and driven most into FEMA camps for safety, and murdered the rest.  They were coming into towns now with chemicals, germ warfare, mustard gas, diseases... we were airdropping gas masks into the east as quick as we could, had brought plenty with us to leave with people along the way.   We were in the woods of the upper peninsula of Michigan,  country with few people, small towns, easy to navigate through without being noticed by the locals.   We left the masks with agents we already had in the town, or area, who would give them out after we left.  Then the survivors would try to get the masks out to the areas where ISIS had not been through.   They were trying not to harm the merchandise, so to speak, as they came thru the towns.   We saw some signs of the locals trying to fight back.   Road Blocks with semi trucks surrounded by wood and concrete and everything they could get their hands on.   Wouldn't have done shit to a crop duster flying low and spraying gases into the air of the city, killing them without a shot.

The survivors had been on isolated farms, not worthy of the effort.  They knew eventually they would have the continent, and there were always survivors in the wake...  too many for us to ever liberate in time.  They lived hunted lives, or ignored lives, secretly, in the dark, when there is no chance of running into the soldiers who drove thru on occasion.   If spotted, they were killed.

When we began to find their cameras in the woods, I used the fire in my eyes, first looking at the ground, and then bringing the flame up the tree to the camera, giving the guards a full display of who and what they were fighting against.  The guards had heard of me, seen the footage of my attacks, heard from everyone there would be no survivors if I was along, that I sent my blood thru walls, thru trucks, tanks, airplanes... that I had infra red and would kill them from a mile off, a slight exaggeration.... I would have them believe it was five if I could.  My display makes them have to decide to die protecting people who had been treating the like shit since they arrived, or getting out alive....  they passed the word around and went for the vehicles before any of the guests could tell what was happening, got in the trucks, with supplies for a few days, their guns...  and left.  

We came up over a hill into the pool area.  White stucco around gorgeous, shimmering blue with a slight wave from the wind brushing across the top.  The main building is huge, the wall we see is all glass, leading into a common area, and a restaurant.  We look mean, dirty, heavily armed, and our guns are pointed them as our muddy boots fuck up their pristine environment.  They notice the soldiers are gone then, and I hear them inside shouting the news to each other.  I have men and women surrounding the spa from all sides.  I hear screams from two sides of the buildings as fleeing people are met by armed soldiers.   They heard the hostages into the pool area, and the commons area...   we go door to door, and a few of them have guns.  Bullet proof vest saves one of ours.  We kill only eight.  The rest are told to remain silent, that everything will be explained to them after everyone was accounted for.

I waited by the pool area, my eyes on the forests around us, the blue water in the pool...  the flowers and plants of various sizes, all gorgeous, landscaping the area around the pool.    The trees of the dense forest rise close and high to the spa.  All light wood.   I wish I could live in a place like this for a second before remembering myself and squashing the thought.

When we have them all  I have a microphone and speakers that are also connected to the intercoms in all the rooms, in case we missed anyone.  "You are now under the protection of Peace.  You are our prisoners, basically, and should remember as much.  As long as you go along with what you ask, you will be treated just fine, three meals a day, bedding, etc.  If you try to escape you will be shot, and your closest relative will also be shot."    A woman screams and begins crying hysterically.   I have a sympathetic look on my face at her plight, and wave a woman soldier over to try calm her down, and remove her if she cannot.   Her friends surround her, hug her, tell her she has to get it together... they see the soldier coming for the woman and all kinds of horror stories are flashing thru their minds, the fear on their faces saying they think we would kill the woman if she did not shut up.   "I am sorry mam, you have nothing to fear.  We will be holding you until your ransom is paid.  You come from families that can afford your return.  The last thing in the world I want is to have any of you hurt, let alone killed.  Loses us money.  Yes, we hate you for what you have agreed to, and there are people, some the employees here you enslaved, who will want you dead for the rest of your lives.  Remember that as well when you talk to us.   You have fifteen minutes now to pack a bag.  I recommend you bring warm clothes and bedding.  If we find any of you bring weapons, including large knives, that will be a death sentence for you, and again, your closest family member."   A lot of them, men and women and children are crying now, though others look arrogant... some stoic.  Others I can sense were sickened by their decision, and seemed to take us as Karma.  Which if you believed in that, it is, or will be...

The helicopters come in fifteen minutes after the people are done.  Contacts from the area take gas masks, guns, explosives, food...  we herd the hostages into trucks and take off for Northeastern Kentucky....  one of our largest bases, .   We take them back west, northeastern Kentucky, to one of largest bases, sequestered in houses in normal looking suburbs

I am sitting on a blue couch, in ranch house, with Cindy France, the woman James took at random.  We are eating hamburgers, and I am explaining to her that she is going to be spokesperson for the hostages, when we send out message out over the internet.   I want her to enjoy her time as much as possible, the one bit of redemption in a night where there would never be enough.   I am about to do the unspeakable, to get a message to those who have been doing the unspeakable.   We are set to go on in fifteen minutes.  Cindy has adjusted to her position with the optimism of someone who has never been in danger before, and was convinced her charmed life could never be rocked.  They were in the last phases of changing the world.  The saviors, some of them dared call themselves, as Cindy had at one point.  I did not respond with my thoughts, thinking her undeserving of them, though they helped, later, when I did what I had to do.

James slouches into the room, looking like the natural soldier he is, big and tough and experienced, smarter than hell and ruthless when necessary, loving when not.  He has twist dies for her hands and feet, a black pillow case for her head, and duct tape.  Cindy registers danger at the site.  Two others follow behind him,  They tie her up, put duct tape over her mouth, then more tape around her throat to make sure the pillow case did not come off as she thrashed around, somehow thinking she was going to fight them off.  None of us said anything.   Her screams before the tape went out the last sound in the room...  they force her to kneel in front of the sofa, where I will be sitting as I address our enemies and allies.   

We were broadcasting around the world, using television, internet, radio, ham radio...  word would get to all the right people.  They would come for a sermon, some, only to see the dark side of God, the wrath.   I try to bring up wrath in my chest, remember all the deaths these people are responsible, their faces crowding in my minds eyes, all those I had known that were dead...  too many to let myself go on and on... only makes me sad,

The time comes.   I stand behind the woman, looking into a camera.  I hear the count down to being on the air, when it ends I begin trying to rationalize a heinous act, no matter what joy and hope and justified feelings of revenge this will stir in some of soldiers, there will be others who want a peaceful Christ, not this blood splashed soldier fighting the prophesied final war against evil.

A television screen behind me shows a field, with a huge trench, and the rest of the hostages, their hands tied behind their backs, their heads cloaked.  They are standing a large pile of dirt on the edge of the trench.  A bulldozer is sitting about twenty feet away from them.  They have no idea of their situation at all, have been told they just have to prove to the world they have hostages.




"Hello world, today we have good news.  We have taken over two hundred and twenty hostages, the families of the bankers who have been funding ISIS.  They will safely be returned to you when you meet our demands.   We want ISIS withdrawn from the continent.  And any of you who wish to escape war crime tribunals had best leave with them.   You have one hour to tell us you are leaving.    If you do not comply, we will execute all of the hostages,  Like this poor woman.   James and another soldier grab hole of her.   I use the lasers slice across her throat.  Her head slowly slides back, then falls to floor at my feet.

James stands looking at the corpse as a couple soldiers come in to drag her out.  "That will put the fear of God in them."
"Well, I told you what they will do, nothing.  They are not going to talk with us unless the threat is nuclear.  This is just a display.  After what these fuckers have done, man."
He hands me a joint and a lighter.  "You have any cigars,"  I ask him.   He nods his head yes, pulls one out for me.   I light the joint first, take a huge hit, hand it back to Jim, who does the same...  I take another hit, then wave it away, and light up the cigar.  I am glad I have huge bottles of Xanax and Percodan. Take care of all the pains, body and mind.   I have taken enough for now, preparing for the broadcast but touching them in my pocket tells me somehow that I can do this, that I was born to do it, my own fucking way.  With as little pain as possible on this hellish planet, trapped in flesh with all its foibles and horrors.

They respond with an offer of gold, some land....  then they offer us hundreds of prisoners in exchange...  that tempts me, but this is a night of gruesome displays for a myriad of reasons.

We do not respond.   The hour almost passes.  They again broadcast on all networks, the president himself this time, offering more land, a cease to hostilities, and the release of two thousand prisoners.  I do not believe them that they have two thousand prisoner, know they would send soldiers and spies and... see right through them.

We turn the camera on and I take off my hood, puff on the cigar, blow the smoke out toward the camera.   Behind me is a large screen television showing the entire scene in the field, from about fifty yards back, the bulldozer and the crowd and the trench lit by a noon day sun.   I stare into the camera wishing them only to see my eyes, I tell myself, though it may just as much be not wishing to see what they were about to do... The bulldozers starts up and a few people are startled, scream and clutch to those around them.  Yellow metal with their scoops down move up on the people... soldiers stand on either side of the trench in case any of them try to run, dressed in black.  The crowd is atop the loose dirt, and the bulldozers scoop up the dirt with the hostages, pushing them, already half buried, into the trench... they back up, gather more dirt, and begin filling in the pit.  They fill it up and drive over the top a few times.  The screams are guttural, high pitched, gasping crying...  every death is caught on the microphones and broadcast out behind me.  My expression never changes, a worried a look I know, though stoic in his mission... or so I tell myself.  People always interpret me in ways that surprise the hell out of me.  I am sure I will be surprised by what people on the other side of the mirror, looking at the life of Christ, saw in my eyes.

We cut the broadcast off.   I collapse onto the couch, looking down at the patch of blood on the carpet from the woman's head.  Get up and grab a rug from in front of the fireplace, cover the evidence of the woman's death.  I did not have to kill two hundred and fifty of them, like some of my soldiers.  Tell myself as much when I start to try to live with my actions.   Every human life is different, though too many were the same, war... death all around me, loved ones and sometimes worthy, respected opponents.

I have more than likely scared the families off the continent.  Uprising across the world had spread them from the countries where they originally planned on spending the time of Culling, another of their euphemisms for slaughter.



Laying down that night for bed, I remember years ago, long ago in this conflict, when I was inadvertently set up as the leader of a world wide organization, that I had only the ghosts to prepare me for...  It was before the FBI interrogated me.  When there was a panic in the united states, and around the world... set off by my writing and the quickly destroyed operation bluebeam.  A complicated time, when the families that would attempt the genocide had recruited me to a degree to work with them.  I did not know what












  My Father will not allow me to be taken until it is His time, and I suspect he is going to have me destroy the planet, rather than allow it to fall into the hands of evil...  allow them all a mercy killing, rather than falling into savagery, as most planets did when their atmosphere died, or the meteorite hit or...  I had seen many planets die.  Too many to think of them and get one clear image from any of them, just the sight of planet after planet receding from my mind, all different colors and sizes and... eternity seeking pain has taken me to more places than numbers climb.    I might as well walk through bullets, because dying by gunfire might be a hell of a lot better for the living than the death He has planned for the Son who he has had crucified more than once, put to death for his heresies against various religions since time immortal.

No matter what I have said, the next life I lived the words have been twisted to mean something else.  Words mean whatever their context defines them to mean.  Moral in this world to one is blasphemy to another;   ethics and religions clash from mind to mind, in forever wars where no one is meant to win, and if someone does, run. 


  "I talk to many audiences tonight.  I talk to the faithful, the unfaithful... the terrified, the wounded, the soon to be dead.  I talk to the hopeful and the hopeless.  I bring you the news that we will win, though so many of you will not live to see that day.  To those of you in  ISIS territory, continue as our operatives have asked, and know that the food deposits are in no danger of running out, and the lie the government is telling you that they have located the emergency supplies we set up for you.  I would come to all of you, invincible, if that were possible.   I can guarantee you that if you can get within two hundred miles of the mountains, we will have soldiers ready to take your back.  I know that is easy to say and almost impossible to do.  If you are safe, stay there.  Let us find you.  There are still helicopters getting across, this is a large country.  Last night we struck in the heart of their territory, in upstate Michigan, so know that we can get to you as well.  We have people coming into the east coast, with supplies, and enough of the Navy with us to punish them when the time comes to try to get the survivors out.  I wish I had better news for you....  they as much as laughed at us when we asked for your safe passage.  Anyone who has intel on where we can find more of the families or executives we are hunting, should consider getting that intel to us as a life and death mission.  If you lose your life coming to us, or getting the information of where they are at, you will be losing only your slavery, and the slavery of all those around you, including your families.  If we can get them.    I feel like I am giving a eulogy for so many of you, as I am for these people who died tonight.  They were simply born into a family this was fated to happen to during historic epochs like this, like the bloodbath after the French Revolution...  as others were born into families without the influence.  They were living like queens and kings when we captured them, abusing the staff as slaves.  I imagine this is becoming pretty universal with this crowd.  Back when they were trying to recruit me, long before they made it legal, they offered me sex slaves.

"In the next few weeks, we have operations set to go all over ISIS held territory.  We will make sure there are places on the helicopters to get some of you out.  If you hear fighting, grab your guns and come to our aide, if you can.  You just might earn a ticket out.  We are not coming in looking for specific people.  We plan of achieving our objects first.   Anyone in a position to throw a wrench in their machine, industrial espionage, sleepers... this is the time to show whose side you are on, to stop the government or Isis OR whatever they are calling themselves to you, that we will not give them half the continent.  That we will drive them from our soil, like the British before.  We do not need they Ayn Rand bunch pretending they are even needed, the parasitic leaches will find they needed the very people they disdained as dependent on them."

I never know what to say on these sermons/broadcasts, whatever the hell they are.  I am told they are needed, that the country needs a voice that encourages them in a time when it looked like all was lost.  To others a religious creature come to life.

"I try to imagine all the different ways I am seen in this world, without allowing this to effect my own view of myself.  I am the secret man with the examined life, where a few clues were hidden in long days of boredom, as I was watched without my consent all those years.  I never wanted to be a public figure again though the mission is of course more important than what I want, as God has shown me over and over.   He displayed me in rags and madness to you, in filth and rage at the watchers.  Then to find out there was just a damn webcam coming from my apartment.  Knowing you are being watched by a few people... and thinking it was reported back to all these people is one thing... learning of the magnitude of the audience, and the diversity of the audience, and the influence I was having for the negative...  these days still come back to me now, when I try to imagine how I am seen.  Especially after tonight, when I once more proved that I am a killer such as this planet yet to experience, by going to war against a God.  Only the last ditch effort of  a Satan, trying to hold onto his evil minions, keeps this world from just listening to reason and making the world as much of a paradise for as many as possible...  democracy is not over rated.   We are many, and they are few, which they are discovering now that we have forced them to spread out all over the world, or hide underground -- soon enough they will all be trying that, and since we have already nuked one of those... well, there is also a reason many of them are afraid to go underground, with good reason.  I end by saying I mourn for those who died today.  God has not abandoned you.   He sent his only begotten son for this last battle.  We will win peace, or we will transition into the soul.  To those who care nothing for religion, know we are obviously making some progress, and could use your help.   This is not a theocracy.  Some of us are religious, though I still believe in a separation of church and state, and people should believe as they will.  When it comes to what matters, we are all one the same side...  all good people, take care."

James is in the room by the time I am done.   He is standing behind the camera, looking at the blood on the floor, on my robe.  "Told you the robe was a good touch.    Looks even better covered by blood."
"This was some pretty heavy shit tonight."
"Yea."   He is smoking a joint, hands it to me.  "You can't think about this anymore.  We got a lot of work to do.  We leave at oh three hundred.   Reports are coming in on three different places they are hiding out.  One in Canada has major oil executives... and, Cheney."
"I would love to interrogate that old fucking troll.  Have to watch his heart.  I'm on that one I take it..."
He nods yes.
We smoke the joint quietly as around us the soldiers have begun wandering off to do something else.  The camera man packs up and leaves.  Cliché as it sounds I hear the screams echoing thru the night, feel like there are still people alive under the dirt, digging thru the bodies toward the top... I know better.  They went over the top of the hole again and again with the bulldozers to make sure that did not happen.   I know this is going to be a memory that would come to me again and again.

I have a head full of them.  I have to keep busy at all times, take drugs, try to stop them from grabbing me, corpses from the past, and dragging me down into the muck of their dissolving flesh.  There are so many.  They started dying and being maimed in 07.   I found out much later.  I was kept too far from the action to know what happened, how tragic the martyrs died those nights, how forgotten history would try to make them, and how they did not then yet know the threat of whom they were dealing with.   The humans thought to deal with me like they would a human, but I have warred since the begin of time, and divine people had come to my aide all of my life, and prepared the nukes before they could strike.  Thank God, of course, I did, because the threat of being a nuclear power saved a lot of lives at first, while I could, before...

I know the heavens like no other creature on this planet.  I know God better than any creature on this planet is capable of because you have to be there to believe it... to know it... there are no words for the Love of God... no words to say this is the compensation of growing into a soul through flesh, just gratitude to have lived the moments of wonder you did... and love.  I have felt him and seen him.  I have heard his laughter.  He has not spoken to me in words but deed mostly...  an amazing array of signs that become scientifically impossible to explain.  I took no leap of faith.  RATHER God came as a hurricane, and ripped away my entire life, then left me to live in the center of the storm, surrounded all around by death and destruction.

Whenever I manifest there is violence.  The last word is usually spoken over a corpse, in the lives I have lived.  Mankind has only recently become civilized.  There were great civilizations surrounded by tribes that had never met another, and all reached to the skies to call out to God...  I appeased them again and again, after the creation of Eve.  There is the myth in the bible, and then there is the truth.  The Holy books retain a few of my words in Christianity and Judaism, though I am misquoted and used for the usual power trips, I make sure that a few of my messages to myself in the future remain... that is what religion is, for me, a way to remind myself of things I discovered in other lives, and wish to remind myself of in the future.  I read the bible and find my words here and there, and the wisdom of others at times.  Adam and Eve was written like all of the ancient texts by writers who wrote in metaphors, for people who knew that they were saying this is a parable about listening to God, and a lament for the innocence lost when our big brains separated us from the seemingly innocent animal world...  they looked so happy compared to the human ennui that came with our short, brutal, half starved lives.   I saw animals mating.  Yet I could not do such a thing to an animal.

I saw them love one another.  I wanted such a creature for myself, so I created Eve from part of myself, and she suffered for my decision, became conscious of death... and immortality...  we were born together into life after life, my pleasure.... she was very powerful, when I thought of her once I had a vision that she had incarnated this time into the very planet itself, to use her powers to protect the earth, to help heals its pain by taking it onto herself.  This is my vision of Adam and Eve, for what it is worth.

They blame Lucifer, the light bringer, the angel who woke people up to their nakedness, and brought shame and a yearning to be God like to humanity.  The creature who caused Cain to see Able as just a body easily murdered, sent to heaven, a better place.   Like he had seen his father do.  My knowledge that everyone goes to heaven eases my philosophical stance on paper, though hardly in my chest.  I cried for my dead son, and punished the other for his crime, so he would know that the flesh too is sacred, and spread that message about the earth.

Who is Satan?   I remember just after the brainwashing, in oh seven, seeing myself marching into hell and freeing all the souls there, telling them they were now redeemed, punished enough...  and how demons and Satan himself fell to their knees to weep.   But the son of Satan, who I also called Scott, Scott Satan...  killed his father for what was done to his mother in hell.   A sinner the one innocent in all of hell saw suffer.   The image brought memories of visiting and being visited by the son of Satan... of being a figure to let him know he was innocent, despite what God awful fate had befallen him.   The story was grosser yet... with Scott Satan destroy the soul of his mother the moment he was born, to stop her suffering.

Lucifer is blamed with making us THINK.   I believe too much credit is given to the icon.  God gave people free will, but it hurts so we blame it on a snake in a Garden.  No this is just become a soul, or whatever it is... I SOMETIMES feel like planets are soul traps.  I remember being sucked down from space and being born, dreamt of it over and over in the crib...  I was so happy in space...  the vertigo of suddenly spinning down into the blue planet below fills my head even now.  The feeling of the fun being over...   in space I was just a wordless feeling of curiosity;  without any form at all...
Perhaps to escape these traps, all life must die...  maybe that is how souls are freed, the last conscious element, the immortal within us, to fly off again,  Maybe it takes the patience of many many lives before that happens.   I do not want to hurry the process along on mere speculation.   I hope I am wrong.  

I am sleeping in a bed tonight, after battle naps in the back of Jeeps and tents for weeks...  I carry along a small bag, mostly robes, underwear, socks, weed and pills...   I know the crutch is a crutch but what I am doing is in a way too much for me to allow myself to feel.  The self medication is either well rationalized or just what I need.  I set heavy limits on myself, actually, though I am fairly liberal on what those limits are.  We have cleared out the entire subdivision and put in soldiers.  I can stay nowhere more than three days, that is the rule.  I will get people nuked after what I have done, and I have to avoid that at all costs.  Plus they like seeing that I am not a myth, the guy who radioed out the information they needed to survive. 





  I am not just another human, I am another species of being altogether, and the Son of God...  funny, writing son of God.   On other planets they give God no sex, especially on the ones that have no such divisions, like mine.  They would not know what a Son is.  They would not try to define me at all, which is the best way to come closest to the truth, but others make me like their species.  

Some know me as a tangle of lights...  pure vibrations...  a song sung by God.  They would find the idea that God father one son ridiculous since God obviously made every son on the planet, and since he was the creator, everything was his off spring.  This too adds to my Son of God humility.   Which manifested in the Son of Man, before I knew who I was, as a sort of self-hatred, never being good enough, and then over compensating with false ego to make up for the short comings I knew about myself.

The deaths in the pit have sickened me, kept me from really falling asleep...  I would seemed to be thinking about them all night, but from past experience I knew that I could think about something in my sleep and wake up and then sleep again and wake up, etc... still thinking about the same thought,  On such nights, which started years ago, Mary Ann had informed me I still snored for a few hours... to whether I feel like I not slept in days, I guess I have.  I know people smothered, that they died trying to breath in dirt...  knew our kind had been buried alive and much worse in the enemies displays,  showing people burned over fires and raped to death by crowds and worse were shown in the Isis propaganda film, put out by the CIA to scare the citizens into walking into death camps.




We are camped out in mountains of Kentucky.  A week before I had my first vision in eight years.     I feel God was telling me to use my powers now.....  the dreams showed me opening a portal in the earth and spewing lava and fire from my back, and endless lightening from my chest.  I experimented once with pulling lightening out of a blue sky, and almost panicked when the yellow streak came down in a crooked line...  I was on the train just idly wondering about this, after seemingly drawing lightening and storms in the past...  terrified that the lightening would hit the buildings around e, start a fire....  I stopped it.  Just as thoughtlessly as I started it....  a sign from God, and the convincing I needed to hold back on my powers.


Tonight that all changes.   I am going to call storms and lightening.  We have a two hundred mile buffer zone at the base of the mountains, a no man's land of sorts, between ourselves and the enemy.... heavily mined by both sides, though we have control, ultimately, because we drove them back after we found they were laying in wait for refugees trying to get to the west and taking them out.

I am hoping the two hundred miles will be far enough away from my soldiers that I do not damage them.  In my memories of using God's hand in times past, the tempests had proven impossible for me to control once I got started.  

I have only used this power once before, in Chicago, years before, when I thought they had murdered Mary Ann and the rage that filled me flooded the city and terrified them all as tens of thousands of lightening strikes slams down one after another all through the night.  I had never allowed myself such a rage since.  Tonight I would have to...  they have brought the bulk of their army into a mountain pass, heavy airs support, missile launchers...  tactical nukes... they were going to try to level the mountain, and flood into the valleys beyond, killing the tens of thousands we were had granted asylum.   I can touch the rage within me.  Feel how to allow the tendrils of lighting and hurricane winds barely held inside my skin can be let loose on the world...  I have felt the storm building for days, fed it myself with footage of enemy atrocities, the home movies of the elite living in their spa while their soldiers murdered the common folk, they might say.   

The enemy still cannot seem to understand that their underlings hate their guts.   They actually think the butlers and nannies and guards they treat like shit every day are loyal to anything more than a paycheck.   A group of the heads of the major private army, and delegates from the senate and congress and fake press were all gathered in the area,  and the government was going to broadcast their victory live.   This was the first time I had seen such confidence on the other side.  They could tell that I did not want to use any more nukes... maybe they thought I was out?   One thing was for sure, they had forgotten the Son of God was on the battlefield.  Tonight I would remind them, as the entire world watched their victory celebration turn into a funeral.

Our computer says there are over five hundred humans gathered in an arc around the soldiers who would be coming up the mountains after the missiles turned the pine forest into brown mud.  They are confident as hell.  A waiter on the scene gets through and tells us they are having champagne and congratulating themselves, even some of the generals.  I am tempted to barrage them with missiles though their defenses might be good enough to keep most of them alive.   Instead, I walk out of the tent, my entire camp knowing what I am going to do.   I brought the religious believers on this mission, they deserved to see a real miracle, not just the eyes...  I let them believe whatever they want, blood or lasers, though I shrug when they ask... say God works how he will...   I cannot let the tech be known, regardless.  We were very careful to make sure that no one who knew about the research was still breathing, taking it out to families just to be sure.   Tonight I would no longer be relying on the petty science of man.  Tonight The Son OF God would bring a reckoning that nothing before could compare -- not the site of nuclear power plants being blown into the ocean, encased in fiery clouds rolling with reds and oranges and yellows and brown that rise into mushroom clouds.

They part as I move thru camp.   I wave and act like I always do, interested and curious, happy to see them even if I have never seen them before.   I have mourned them all since before they lived in this flesh, have begun to notice the disciples and the higher angels, unbeknownst to them, were beginning to gather around me, as if by accident, with the slow, patient work of God.   They are yelling out that they have my SIX, and want to follow me down the mountain.   Only James looks actually worried.  The rest are in a religious fervor.  To be martyred with the Christ.  I envy them the feeling, the utter confidence in leadership.   I better than any know my Father's whims, how at any second he could surprise me with death and another life amidst the decaying earth.   I doubted it though...  this feels more and more like my last trip, the life that establishes peace and allows me to carry on, seeking the pain that brings me anguish in the knowing I could help.  The next species crying out the age old questions;  the next souls ready to be harvested, the mercy kill before the meteor turns all life in a slowly dying, living hell.

I get past the men and take off on a run, leaping over the coils of barbed wire making up our last defense.    I have the mine field memorized, step over them, as much as possible, without breaking my stride.   The sky was blue when I stood at the top of the mountain, now seemingly from pinpricks in the sky dark gray clouds begin to appear....behind me I hear cheering from my soldiers...  I use the computerized hearing to zone in on the enemy camp and already am picking up RETREAT in several languages.   As I listen three men are shot for trying, and the rest, disgruntled and terrified and literally pissing themselves, take up their positions behind the barriers of sand bags reinforced with slats of metal.  

I look up into their cameras as I usually do;  instead of taking them out with my blood red eyes... this time I just point to sky, then make the motion of my finger slashing across my throat, and point into the camera...   I want them to see this. We are hacked in and broadcasting now from various angles directly over the governments networks in a way that superimposes our images over their newscasters, making them ghostly, silent apparitions behind my attack...  I can feel every molecule on the planet, from myself outward... know I could manipulate them all, turn the earth and the entire universe and more than numbers can count into nothing.   This is the magic I avoid, why the eyes were the better option.... the storm is pulling at my chest, taking power from the sky, bursts of lightening come down from miles around, striking the spot where  I stand with my arms out stretched, then begin streaming through my chest into the enemy camp.  I turn to my right, to my left, aiming miles of death and destruction.  Explosions from missile silos and ammo dumps and gas pumps begin going off, the blossoms of fire blown away by the flow of lightening, the streaming, crackling white and yellow that I river of destruction that I  know  I could let loose and... the fire begins to grow beneath me, the earth begging to be called, like the sky, to finally let loose... to explode across the surface and take out all life.  I feel Eve's incarnation into the planet, her soul being torn apart and reshaped as flows from me and the fire beckons, the two promising me endless power, the euphoria that filled the vision ... the seduction of the moment, as  I feared, becomes too much for me and I ask my Father to give me longer, even as I want to feel the great power flowing more than anything else I will ever want on this planet, the final release of all the souls who deserve a heaven...   The flow of lightening stops...

Explosions are suddenly audible all through the enemies territory... between them my heightened hearing brings up the sound of screaming, retching, gasping tears.   I stop at a small flag, where we have buried a motorcycle, pull it out, remove the plastic around it, and continue down the mountain, working my west south west until I hit a trail...   I can see nothing other than red fire under blue sky from horizon to horizon.   I hear on the radio that the destruction goes back seven point three miles, has taken out two small towns, eighteen farms...  and the entire enemy force, artillery included.  There are rumors, confirmed a few hours later, that Airforce One was among the wreckage.  That they had brought the president showed they had lost all belief in the mystical aspects of our war.  Never would they forget again after tonight....  When I can begin to feel the heat I stop...  watching the mesmerizing flames.
"Hey, Scott... listen to this shit," James tell me over the com.  
I hear a cornucopia of conversations talking about how I had picked up a mountain and brought it down upon them, that I had brought lightening from the sky and fire from the earth -- a sign they knew from my vision, that I considered the end.
"Get a broadcast out that I merely brought lightening from the storm, and that I have not yet used my powers over the earth.  Gotta give em' some kind of phantom to keep them up at night."
"Makes sense to me."

Our soldiers are coming down from the mountains, beginning to dig ditches to stop the fire, setting up helicopters and planes with water dumps. Nothing was going to work, I was told, except containing the fire and letting it burn out.  We did not want to tell the public this, especially those who still had faily in the area.
The films caused an immediate world wide reaction.  The UN called an emergency meeting and once more clarified that they was a ban on weather control.  A two fold method, one to pretend that I had no powers and the other to declare me a war criminal.   I responded by having a camera pointed at me, the walls of fire behind me, dressed in the beige robe now stained with dirt and ash, "The UN knows I did not use weather control.    I used God, and this fears them the most.  They do not want there to be a God, because I am designing hells especially for my enemies.   I am not as cruel as a human, and will not send them for an eternity, though at times this it will surely feel like.  Tonight I brought the mysticism to the scientists...  now you have both seen the sides of this war that I will bring to bear on you if this continues.   I do not wish to harm anymore of you.   I do not want to see more trees set on fire like this...  you must leave the continent.  You must pay the taxes you have cheated the world out of before you can return, or we will chase your stolen wealth all across this planet, and nowhere... NOWHERE... will you be able to lay your head without wondering if my sword will come down silently in the night...  the last sounds in your dying ears your own screams."

We have news that the congressional and senatorial left overs have turned themselves over to our soldiers, making for almost a third of the original government our hostages.  Most of them were quick to recognize they were now on the sane side.  I was leaving them with ten million, which would be a fortune when this was over, though I would be giving millions to all who fought with me in the end... I did not want to corner the billionaires with threat of poverty and death.  I just wanted them out of my way, and living higher than most but not enough to provide a few thousand starvations a year.    Some of them were grateful to us, after seeing how psychopathic their leadership was becoming.   There were times we could not stop their slaves from killing them, and we did not try very hard.   The elite were worse than any of us suspected, having kept sexual slaves of all ages for decades, every perversion possible brought into their bored lives and used for the cheap thrill.

One mansion we captured was guarded by a state of the art robotic system, laying down a cross fire through five acres of barren ground all around the estate, over two hundred soldiers...   As was increasingly happening, the merc's protecting the old pervert  grabbed a few women and valuables and retreated.   We caught him lounging by the pool, getting a blow job from a girl who looked about fourteen...  He thought we were more of his guards, "What the hell are you bastards doing back here?   I told you to stay out of my sight.   Get the fucking colonel over here.   I want both your.."  he stops to smack the girl on the head, "I tell you to stop, bitch."

I let loose a blast of red laser that explodes his floating, queen sized mattress...  two life guards dive in and drag him to the side of the pool.   The girl who was blowing him swims to the side slowly, stoned out of her mind...  I am wondering if she is going to make it but everyone else is ignoring her.  The big guy walks over to a lounge chair, starts to pick up m-16 that I explode...   he looks like he is going to have a heart attack as the staff start yelling, excitedly, "He's here... It is fucking him."   There are young children chained to posts, looking drugged and vacant, mostly... a few terrified.   They keep looking at the fat man like he can still harm them.

"You know why  I am here.  Tell me where you keep your gold and silver and you can keep your left arm."
"What the...."
As I begin slicing thru his arm he jerks up, splitting his forearm and his hands and fingers...   Then for the hell of it I cut off his dicks and balls.... screaming he starts backing up, into one of the waiters, a tall black guy with a shaved head, who pushes our target forward so he falls on his face, his genitals  falling from his trunks, and laying on the concrete behind him as he bawls like a baby...  I cut through his head diagonally, leaving an eye in each side of his head.

Three people we know are his grown children, and another eight they have as spouses, now that the elite had dropped all presumptions of Machiavellian ethics, are trying to back into the house.   My soldiers have already entered thru the front.  We take them easily...   James gets on the microphone and asks the crowd, "Did they rape any of you?"
There is silence for a few minutes, then one after another, men, women, children....  cry and point from the fat man to his various children.   I shake my head no in disgust.   I wanted the blood to end with that one man today...

I motion for Jim to give a sixteen year old or so who is crying and pointing at the men and women as his rapists.   The kid looks at the gun, then  James, then me.   I motion at them.  Nod my head yes.

James and the other soldiers on the ground, knock the crying hostages to their knees...  one tries to run, a woman, and gets a gun but in the head that knocks her out.  None of them seem concerned for one another, just beg for themselves.   "Fire,"  I yell out.

The soldiers back away and the kid opens up on them, screaming in fury... a cry that the other slaves take up for a few seconds, until the dead are mangled and inhumane.   He has fired over and over into their faces and crotches.   I will explain on the radio that night that we would not tolerate slavery any longer, and all captives keeping slaves, instead of employees, would face summary execution, unless the slaves were freed that very second.   From our reports that trickled in over the next few days, the elite were too afraid their slaves would attack them with brutal overseer's...  I hope they were right.




























I am now responsible for hundreds of thousands of deaths.  Though I have not before stooped to the level of my enemy, putting out snuff films to scare them.    I know they will find out just how disposable they are to their families when confronted with my demands.   I expect to have to kill two hundred and twenty nine people on this night.  Before the entire world.  Become a Lucifer to my enemy.  A Christ to those in need of aide.  And right now they needed their lives saved.  The world knew of the genocide going on in the US, as it had in the middle east before...  the threat of nukes kept anyone from overtly interfering, and the USA kept saying they had things in hand, smiling on the news reports, and the unaffected cities went on oblivious... or had.  They all knew now.  Our broadcasts, my preaching.  Now I had to show them how we could fight this, with sheer numbers, Instead of the grotesque displays of nuclear annihilation I had used to announce myself to the world, as the number one threat to the oligarchy on the planet.  The blood red line in the sand, led by a creature that could kill with blood from his eyes.

The spa was in the Northern Michigan,  surrounded by dense forest, and covered with camouflage netting, hard to find from the air, invisible from the small road that passed, all the signs gone.  We heard from a woman who had escaped with the intel.  I never let anyone die on missions I was on.  I used the lasers on the cameras in the woods on our approach, made sure whoever was watching knew what they were dealing with.  By the time we reached the encampment the guards were taking their trucks off thru the woods.  We encountered three out on point who had evidently not got the message that they were retreating and leaving the civilians behind...  I put them down with a quick burst thru the brain, as painlessly as possible.  I told myself then as I tell myself now... all souls go to heaven.  Most go to a better place, and those who need a hell get one for a bit, before being forgiven and welcomed back into the fold...  nothing helps except the pills I use to numb myself out, the pot that helps me at times be in the present, instead of exploring the past...  the pain there is like a magnet for my thoughts.

I had been in the war for eight years, fought my way up from certain defeat to the leader of vast armies, lost them and raised them again.  The war goes on, and the only way I can lose, as  I told my enemy long ago, was to die -- because  I would consider the mayhem sit up for that event to be a personal failure on my part, and the blood senselessly on my hands.   AS LONG AS I AM ALIVE I WIN.  I yelled it at them, when they thought I was losing in the shadow war, and taunted me by asking how I could walk around with my chest puffed out after what had happened.  I had no idea of everything that happened, clear as it all is now...  I had been written off as dead before I finally discovered what the various sides believed, and chose for myself which ones  I would take, rather than having been chosen by them.

They drafted me into their war, could not wait to have an angel on their side, to display before the world and bring the faithful back to the church and establish a one world government, to most easily correct the problems in the world without red tape.   I did not agree with their methodology and sabotaged them when I discovered as much.  Then I went about raising my own soldiers, with the help of China and Russia, who began fighting ISIS in Syria, the co olition of the west, with the USA, Saudi Arabia, Israel, Turkey..  a mess of nuclear powers all reluctant to be the one to press that red button first, because no one could predict what would happen after that, and the chance of no existing afterwards as a government was too high.  Of course I used nukes right from the start, to let them know there was a new force on the block.  Who was not only not afraid of nukes, was not afraid of destroying the great lakes by setting one off next to a Nuclear power plant.  This is a world wide war and I would be an idiot to think great parts of it will not be uninhabited in this conflict.

Tonight I would try classic ISIS terrorism against the Elite. 



I have to remind who they are dealing with,  a force they could not sway with words or money.
That is what you do, present your enemy with a problem, one they cannot solve except by going along with your agenda.  Now we will see how easily the sacrifice their families, as the families of the others shall see.  We expect a flood of the elite to come to our side  with new intelligence, soldiers, weapons, supplies. . .  I offer them an easy way out, let them remain wealthy, though our tax takes the billionaires to millionaires, who I leave with five.  More than most dream of.  I do not want to lose soldiers fighting them.  I do not want to waste resources on them, either.  Rather focus my efforts on the hold outs, the harder targets.  

I am in a suburban house, standing in front of  a white sheet tacked to the wall behind me, looking into the lens of the camera, preparing to have them pan across the faces of key hostages, then kill a mystery relative on camera during my sermon.   We lost eighteen people getting into their compound, and would usually have taken that many lives, the rules of engagement that allow my soldiers to get a bit of payback for the friends and families and nation our enemy was slaughtering city by city, town by town.

ISIS had been showing films for years of cutting off peoples heads, usually after having them make fake statements against their country, religion, whoever the target audience needed.   A sickeningly slow, painful death.   The Government creates problems to scare people into wanting to go along with them, to snuggle closer to the warm tit, the milk spewing teat. 

I do not want to do this to the crying people standing out in a field, heads covered in black masks, hands cuffed behind their backs.   A camera is on them.  They sit a tv up on a table behind me to my right.  We are broadcasting this live because I am once more upping the anti, and expecting a flood of religious and just otherwise interested in surviving to make a run for our camp, and the mountains, where we have now driven them almost two hundred miles back with constant missile bombardments that made anything less than nukes ineffective against us...   they knew if they bombed us we would nuke them without hesitation, and if they hit my quarters in the dunes, all bets would be off, and I would end the worlds breathable atmosphere for a couple hundred years, at least... forever by some projections.

We are going live in five minutes.  James is in the corner, the bloody fighter...  two tours in Afghanistan, living out in the villages with the locals, recruiting cops, who were being killed, along with their families for joining up.  The Taliban will pay fifteen thousand to anyone who kills him, a princely sum.  Save a family from the hardships of war.  Get them out of the country, even.  Win them the favor of the Taliban, protecting them at least from one side.  He has been staying at my side.  When I have gone myself into enemy territory, there was always a firefight...  I was always glad to have him there, commanding the men, ready to do anything it took.  He also fought with the courage of knowing I had let no one die on these missions, using the blood from my eyes to protect them always.   I could not guarantee such protection to the others who were going in for relatives, or just to save strangers, and they were dying in great numbers.   Not quite a suicide mission, though few went out twice.

The camera is turned on and the live feed begins spewing my image and voice into minds all across the planet, my enemies recording everything and making notes on their laptops, my allies hoping for good news, another peace treaty, an end to conflict.  The Elite knew something different would happen tonight,   we had their family members torn out of their camps.  "Three days ago, we captured over two  hundred family members of the Elite.  They have been killing our families, while they hid out from the war, as always.   Now that we have enflamed the planet and they can hide nowhere, they are trying to hide right out in the open.  We have these people, men, women and children of all ages, and we are going to sacrifice them to the god of War.... you know why?   Because the heads of industry will sacrifice them as collateral damage and continue on with their strategy.   Their immediate family will want to negotiate with us, like the peace around the Dunes.... and the mountains, which we had to break, to give our people easier access to the sanctuaries we have provided all during this conflict.  When we could, where we can...  Tonight we are going to give you an example of what we are going to do when the Elite write these people off, so they know, and the other families know, how little your life matters to the people behind a genocide.  A lot of you who think there is a place for you in you weak new world, are not on the list to live.  Do you think they are going to lose their disdain for soldiers when this ends?   They send you out to die, for them, while they stay far from the conflict.

"You are dead, the second they no longer need you.  They will tell you this is propaganda meant to destroy your will to fight.   In a way it is.  Mostly, this is just the truth, and in this day and age, belief means more than truth... so do as you will.   We have chosen one family randomly.  They die now. "    James pushes a hooded figure to their knees in frnt of me.   I looked down at them and release the red lasers...  moving my head slightly to cut off the head and a shoulder, then continue slicing until there is just a pile of bone and meat and brain floating in blood.  The camera switches to another location, where we have dug a large pit, and a group of are tied together with blacks sacks over their heads, standing on top of the dirt dug out and rising into a hill, in front of a bulldozer that starts moving toward them, picking up speed for three seconds then hitting the crowd, knocking them down, crushing some.   The screams are full throat, make the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and tingles run through my body.  Once they are in the hole, the bulldozer begins covering them in dirt.

"When I kill one of your families, all of them go.  I am not going to waste bullets, or give them an easy death.  The display of their dying will become more and more Dark Ages with each broadcast.  You know my terms, get your mercenaries off my continent.  You do not get the United States of America, or any other country that comes under my flag.   You have been stopped.  My tactics have spread all over the world.  The mushrooms will sprout all across the globe, then break up into bits of radiation and sweep into each and every one of you.  If you force our hand.  This is a nuclear THREAT you are dealing with.  Not a cold war.  You will only lose by escalation, because if we play chicken, your car is crashing into us head on, or you are pulling off the side of the road to live.   Those who are with us should know this tactic should be repeated all over this fucking planet.   Now, we make all this business personal to these cold bastards.  May our soldiers be safe, and their soldiers be hunted, on this fine night."

I have been smelling shit from the corpse while I talked, which I was trying to forget as much as possible as I talked.  This was just someone who happened to be born into a family with wealth, who had no idea their kind had been plotting for hundreds of years;  at some point their innocence died, they were told that their lifestyle came at a certain price, getting rid of the undesirables.

They should have known we would go after their families, put them all on Hawaii or something...  though perhaps, like myself, they were not letting any large groups gather, because the enemy could then nuke them out of existence.   I wish I was one of those people who can think like other people.  I cannot.   I am not just another human, I am another species of being altogether, and the Son of God...  funny, writing son of God.   On other planets they give God no sex, especially on the ones that have no such divisions, like mine.  They would not know what a Son is.  Some know me as a tangle of lights...  pure vibrations...  a song sung by God.  They would find the idea that God father one son ridiculous since God obviously made every son on the planet, and since he was the creator, everything was his off spring.  This too adds to my Son of God humility.   Which manifested in the Son of Man, before I knew who I was, as a sort of self-hatred, never being good enough, and then over compensating with false ego to make up for the short comings I knew about myself.

The deaths in the pit have sickened me.  I know the people smothered, that they died, that they were not buried alive...  knew our kind had been buried alive and much worse in their displays, burned over fires and worse were shown in the Isis propaganda film, put out by the CIA to scare the citizens into walking into death camps.



We have identified the weakest points in our defense, offense positions we wish to attack.  I have had to give up on keeping everyone alive on the missions.  We are attacking from all sides, large facilities.  We have the called ISIS on the run where ever we have attacked, terrified of running into me.  The families of the elite would be flying off the continent, though we have the navy now, and they are taking down any planes trying to leave the USA, CANADA, OR MEXICO.   We are allied, along with Russia, China, and numerous US military commanders in all branches the service, though we hardly control all of any of them.

Tonight, I am in Kentucky, and for the first time I have a had a vision, since 07 when this started...  I am going to use my powers to call storms and lightening.  We have a two hundred mile buffer zone, a no man's land of sorts, between ourselves and the enemy.... heavily mined by both sides, though we have control, ultimately, because we drove them back because they were laying in wait for refugees trying to get to the west and taking them out.

I am hoping the two hundred miles will be far enough away from my soldiers that I do not damage them.  In my memories of using God's hand in times past, the tempests had proven impossible for me to control once I got started.  

I have only used this power once before, in Chicago, years before, when I thought they had murdered Mary Ann and the rage that filled me flooded the city and terrified them all as tens of thousands of lightening strikes slams down one after another all through the night.  I had never allowed myself such a rage since.  Tonight I would have to...  they have brought the bulk of their army into a mountain pass, heavy airs support, missile launchers...  tactical nukes... they were going to try to level the mountain, and flood into the valleys beyond, killing the tens of thousands we were had granted asylum.   I can touch the rage within me.  Feel how to allow the tendrils of lighting and hurricane winds barely held inside my skin can be let loose on the world...  I have felt the storm building for days, fed it myself with footage of enemy atrocities, the home movies of the elite living in their spa while their soldiers murdered the common folk, they might say.   

The enemy still cannot seem to understand that their underlings hate their guts.   They actually think the butlers and nannies and guards they treat like shit every day are loyal to anything more than a paycheck.   A group of the heads of the major private army, and delegates from the senate and congress and fake press were all gathered in the area,  and the government was going to broadcast their victory live.   This was the first time I had seen such confidence on the other side.  They could tell that I did not want to use any more nukes... maybe they thought I was out?   One thing was for sure, they had forgotten the Son of God was on the battlefield.  Tonight I would remind them, as the entire world watched their victory celebration turn into a funeral.

Our computer says there are over five hundred humans gathered in an arc around the soldiers who would be coming up the mountains after the missiles turned the pine forest into brown mud.  They are confident as hell.  A waiter on the scene gets through and tells us they are having champagne and congratulating themselves, even some of the generals.  I am tempted to barrage them with missiles though their defenses might be good enough to keep most of them alive.   Instead, I walk out of the tent, my entire camp knowing what I am going to do.   I brought the religious believers on this mission, they deserved to see a real miracle, not just the eyes...  I let them believe whatever they want, blood or lasers, though I shrug when they ask... say God works how he will...   I cannot let the tech be known, regardless.  We were very careful to make sure that no one who knew about the research was still breathing, taking it out to families just to be sure.   Tonight I would no longer be relying on the petty science of man.  Tonight God and Nature and The Son OF God would bring a reckoning that nothing before could compare -- not the site of nuclear power plants being blown into the ocean, encased in fiery clouds rolling with reds and oranges and yellows and brown that rise into mushroom clouds.

They part as I move thru camp.   I wave and act like I always do, interested and curious, happy to see them even if I have never seen them before.   I have mourned them all since before they lived in this flesh, have begun to notice the disciples and the higher angels, unbeknownst to them, were beginning to gather around me, as if by accident, with the slow, patient work of God.   They are yelling out that they have my SIX, and want to follow me down the mountain.   Only James looks actually worried.  The rest are in a religious fervor.  To be martyred with the Christ.  I envy them the feeling, the utter confidence in leadership.   I better than any know my Father's whims, how at any second he could surprise me with death and another life amidst the decaying earth.   I doubted it though...  this feels more and more like my last trip, the life that establishes peace and allows me to carry on, seeking the pain that brings me anguish in the knowing I could help.  The next species crying out the age old questions;  the next souls ready to be harvested, the mercy kill before the meteor turns all life in a slowly dying, living hell.

I get past the men and take off on a run, leaping over the coils of barbed wire making up our last defense.    I have the mine field memorized, step over them, as much as possible, without breaking my stride.   The sky was blue when I stood at the top of the mountain, now seemingly from pinpricks in the sky dark gray clouds begin to appear....behind me I hear cheering from my soldiers...  I use the computerized hearing to zone in on the enemy camp and already am picking up RETREAT in several languages.   As I listen three men are shot for trying, and the rest, disgruntled and terrified and literally pissing themselves, take up their positions behind the barriers of sand bags reinforced with slats of metal.  

I look up into their cameras as I usually do, taking them out with my blood red eyes... this time I just point to sky, then make the motion of my finger slashing across my throat, and point into the camera...   I want them to see this. We are hacked in and broadcasting now from various angles, broadcasting directly over the governments networks in a way that make them ghostly, silent apparitions behind my attack...  I can feel every molecule on the planet, from myself outward... know I could manipulate them all, turn the earth and the entire universe and more than numbers can count into nothing.   This is the magic I avoid, why the eyes were the better option.... the storm is pulling at my chest, taking power from the sky, bursts of lightening come down from miles around, striking the spot where  I stand with my arms out stretched, then begin streaming through my chest into the enemy camp.  I turn to my right, to my left, aiming miles of death and destruction.  Explosions from missile silos and ammo dumps and gas pumps begin going off, the blossoms of fire blown away by the flow of lightening, the steaming white and yellow that I know  I could let loose and... the fire begins to grow beneath me, the earth begging to be called, like the sky, to finally let loose... to explode across the surface and take out all life.  I feel Eve's incarnation into the planet, her soul being torn apart and reshaped as the lava and lightening begin to flow from me... the seduction of the moment, as  I feared, becomes too much for me and I ask my Father to give me longer, even as I want to feel the great power flowing more than anything else I will ever want on this planet, the final release of all the souls who deserve a heaven...   The flow of lightening stops...

Explosions are suddenly audible all through the enemies territory... between them my heightened hearing brings up the sound of screaming, retching, gasping tears.   I stop at a small flag, where we have buried a motorcycle, pull it out, remove the plastic around it, and continue down the mountain, working my west south west until I hit a trail...   I can see nothing other than red fire under blue sky from horizon to horizon.   I hear on the radio that the destruction goes back seven point three miles, has taken out two small towns, eighteen farms...  and the entire enemy force, artillery included.  There are rumors, confirmed a few hours later, that Airforce One was among the wreckage.  That they had brought the president showed they had lost all belief in the mystical aspects of our war.  Never would they forget again after tonight....  When I can begin to feel the heat I stop...  watching the mesmerizing flames.
"Hey, Scott... listen to this shit," James tell me over the com.  
I hear a cornucopia of conversations talking about how I had picked up a mountain and brought it down upon them, that I had brought lightening from the sky and fire from the earth -- a sign they knew from my vision, that I considered the end.
"Get a broadcast out that I merely brought lightening from the storm, and that I have not yet used my powers over the earth.  Gotta give em' some kind of phantom to keep them up at night."
"Makes sense to me."

Our soldiers are coming down from the mountains, beginning to dig ditches to stop the fire, setting up helicopters and planes with water dumps. Nothing was going to work, I was told, except contining the fire and letting it burn out.  We did not want to tell the public this, especially those who still had faily in the area.
The films caused an immediate world wide reaction.  The UN called an emergency meeting and once more clarified that they was a ban on weather control.  A two fold method, one to pretend that I had no powers and the other to declare me a war criminal.   I responded by having a camera pointed at me, the walls of fire behind me, dressed in the beige robe now stained with dirt and ash, "The UN knows I did not use weather control.    I used God, and this fears them the most.  They do not want there to be a God, because I am designing hells especially for my enemies.   I am not as cruel as a human, and will not send them for an eternity, though at times this it will surely feel like.  Tonight I brought the mysticism to the scientists...  now you have both seen the sides of this war that I will bring to bear on you if this continues.   I do not wish to harm anymore of you.   I do not want to see more trees set on fire like this...  you must leave the continent.  You must pay the taxes you have cheated the world out of before you can return, or we will chase your stolen wealth all across this planet, and nowhere... NOWHERE... will you be able to lay your head without wondering if my sword will come down silently in the night...  the last sounds in your dying ears your own screams."

We have news that the congressional and senatorial left overs have turned themselves over to our soldiers, making for almost a third of the original government our hostages.  Most of them were quick to recognize they were now on the sane side.  I was leaving them with ten million, which would be a fortune when this was over, though I would be giving millions to all who fought with me in the end... I did not want to corner the billionaires with threat of poverty and death.  I just wanted them out of my way, and living higher than most but not enough to provide a few thousand starvations a year.    Some of them were grateful to us, after seeing how psychopathic their leadership was becoming.   There were times we could not stop their slaves from killing them, and we did not try very hard.   The elite were worse than any of us suspected, having kept sexual slaves of all ages for decades, every perversion possible brought into their bored lives and used for the cheap thrill.

One mansion we captured was guarded by a state of the art robotic system, laying down a cross fire through five acres of barren ground all around the estate, over two hundred soldiers...   As was increasingly happening, the merc's protecting the old pervert  grabbed a few women and valuables and retreated.   We caught him lounging by the pool, getting a blow job from a girl who looked about fourteen...  He thought we were more of his guards, "What the hell are you bastards doing back here?   I told you to stay out of my sight.   Get the fucking colonel over her.   I want both your.."  he stops to smack the girl on the head, "I tell you to stop, bitch."
I let loose a blast of red laser that explodes his floating, queen sized mattress...  two life guards dive in and drag hi to the side of the pool.   The girl who was blowing him swims to the side slowly, stoned out of her mind...  I am wondering if she is going to make it but everyone else is ignoring her.  The big guy walks over to a lounge chair, starts to pick up m-16 that I explode...   he looks like he is going to have a heart attack as the staff start yelling, excitedly, "He's here... It is fucking him."   There are young children chained to posts, looking drugged and vacant, mostly... a few terrified.   They keep looking at the fat man like he can still harm them.

"You know why  I am here.  Tell me where you keep your gold and silver and you can keep your left arm."
"What the...."
As I begin slicing thru his arm he jerks up, splitting his forearm and his hands and fingers...   Then for the hell of it I cut off his dicks and balls.... screaming he starts backing up, into one of the waiters, a tall black guy with a shaved head, who pushes our target forward so he falls on his face, his genitals  falling from his trunks, and laying on the concrete behind him as he bawls like a baby...  I cut through his head diagonally, leaving an eye in each side of his head.

Three people we know to his grown children, and another eight they have as spouses, now that the elite had dropped all presumptions of Machiavellian ethics, are trying to back into the house.   My soldiers have already entered thru the front.  We take them easily...   James gets on the microphone and asks the crowd, "Did they rape any of you?"
There is silence for a few minutes, then one after another, men, women, children....  cry and point from the fat man to his various children.   I shake my head no in disgust.   I wanted the blood to end with that one man today...

I motion for Jim to give a sixteen year old or so who is crying and pointing at the men and women as his rapists.   The kid looks at the gun, then  James, then me.   I motion at them.  Nod my head yes.

James and the other soldiers on the ground, knock the crying hostages to their knees...  one tries to run, a woman, and gets a gun but in the head that knocks her out.  None of them seem concerned for one another, just beg for themselves.   "Fire,"  I yell out.

The soldiers back away and the kid opens up on them, screaming in fury... a cry that the other slaves take up for a few seconds, until the dead are mangled and inhumane.   He has fired over and over into their faces and crotches.   I will explain on the radio that night that we would not tolerate slavery any longer, and all captives keeping slaves, instead of employees, would face summary execution, unless the slaves were freed that very second.   From our reports that trickled in over the next few days, the elite were too afraid their slaves would attack them with overseer's...  I hope they were right.