Looking down the side of the mountain. Steep. Their infantry will have to try to come after us. How they will be slaughtered. The enemies lives have become important to me; I know some are drafted, others tricked, some hired, a lot convinced the only way to keep themselves and their families alive was to join the army the USA and their allies supplied, ISIS. I do not blame humans put in impossible positions. I have made gruesome decisions myself to end conflicts, and to inflict harm on those who have harmed others, especially when they claim they act in my name The Hand Of God...
The enemy is going to attack tonight. They have been trying to penetrate our missile shields all night, with some success, though nothing vital to our defenses. I write this so cold, leaving out the houses destroyed around us, the civilians long driven from their home by our soldiers, told the area would be unsafe. Tonight I am going to use one of the powers God showed me for the first time.
I am going to pull lava from the earth, channel the fiery, molten stone into the soldiers, destroying God only knew how much east... a hundred miles at least... I am at war with the world
They think I am a very good organizer, brought together a resistance
I have my soldiers back four hundred yards behind from where I stand. The enemy is amassing at the bottom of the mountain where we have had a camp since the beginning of the war, when it was decided we had to sacrifice the east, for now, and gather our soldiers along the jagged line of the Appalachia mountains were the demarcation that was eventually fought out, a bloody scar on our maps showed where we would have to fight to stop their blitzkrieg across the trusting, unsuspecting states. By now from my broadcasts the civilians were avoiding the FEMA camps, even attacking them and pillaging them for food and weapons, as I advised.
I hear men begin to start a charge up the mountain, using the cover of the tanks and trucks and jeeps we destroyed in earlier attacks... I feel the anger and hatred of knowing they will slaughter everyone alive that I love should they win, feel the lava coming toward me, the power of being of the earth is seductive, reminds me of the countless times I had destroyed planets this way... the blaze of orange and red spews from my chest and spreads out, a constant stream of death, blazing across miles and miles, a red and orange and blue wave that takes out the armies on the other side, and continues on, hundreds of miles, destroying their bases, headquarters, airports... everything dies, becomes gray ash covering molten lava.
The news of my act flows fast around the globe. The Miracle so many had been waiting for had come. Now they could no longer question the visions God gave me of drawing lightening and fire into my body and using them as tools of destruction. I did not want to let the flow of fire stop, became addicted to the feeling of the destructive power flowing thru me, killing all this life had forced me to, as the leader of a war.
The Isis army collapses, heads for the east coast, expecting to go back to their home countries... the CIA did not want to leave that many witnesses to their crimes, poisoned them all in their mess halls. Destroyed the evidence in one night, over six hundred thousand. The job of getting rid of their flesh was solved by local farmers, and the bones ground into meal. Nothing left. They had learned well during the war how to get rid of bodies, including grinding them up and slipping them into fast food hamburger and sausage.
Few of them were left alive after the lava flow went down the mountain, up over another, down into the valleys and through the towns, reaching cities in great waves, hundreds of feet high. The destruction of the earth lies within me,..
A purely offense war commences, with the enemy no longer willing to face one man alone who had them all so outgunned battle meant suicide.
They mutinied where they had to, though it became clear later that there was nothing to do but run. We began to get recruits from their side, from the most savvy, who avoided the government kill off. Their trust too far gone to approach anyone except our side, where prisoners were treated with dignity.
They claimed to want to keep fighting, not be jailed. Their words were hollowed by the fact that we had essentially just won the war, and all the countries in the world were scrambling to be our ally before I released destruction on them. There are too many in their countries who agree with my politics for the effort to take too much, other than in certain places that had been enemy for too long to see the sense in fighting our common foe, the one who separates us in the first place.
I am in a tent, lit by kerosene lamps, which I requested, nostalgic for the campouts of my childhood. James is sitting across from me, reading from his kindle; the net is back up in the states now that ISIS has been defeated. The government had also come to us, the ones in the back ground, the heroes of the military for coming to their aide and giving them the victory. We made clear we were starting over and standing in our way would require clearing a path across the continent with fire and lightening. They were eager to have some order restored to the world, and knew I would want what most wanted whether they knew as much or not, equality, and lives where they could work and have decent places to live, decent lives... for all. I try not to let the grudges I have effect my conversation with them.
We talk for almost a month, giving them time to do reconnaissance on where to send a volley of nukes and destroy me... . I was standing ten feet from where one made contact with land, and did not budge. I was not harmed. My powers astound me. I know not to be afraid, intellectually, that God has saved me from impossible odds too many times to remember, still I stood in the ashes amazed by the powers of my Father. Now is the time of miracles to the humans, when they are beginning to understand they are dealing with GOD, not another human, the leader of a revolt, or a mafia family, or an army, or a religion. A servant of a God who had now shown them that he did not need an army to fight. Alone he can destroy continents, perhaps the planet, as he claims... and billions begin to believe as they view the satellite pictures of the scorched states.
The footage of the fire flowing from me and spreading reminds me of all of the souls sent to the heavens from my actions, those who would grieve for them. I would not have believed what I saw... even though I was there my experience was being fire not caring about the destruction I was causing, wanting the feeling to last as long as possible, though stopping myself still right where I planned. I had control, though I did not want it. The satellite view makes me look like a tiny volcano spewing more lava would have been possible without the power of a God, fiery rock from a human body... a God filled with hatred at the way he and his people have been treated letting loose righteous hell on his enemies.
We monitor the international reaction, smoking bongs, silent and blank, poker faced... or frowning, barely talking. They are saying we are evil in areas that were sympathetic to the western capitalists who were robbing the citizens for centuries and were now trying to do away with them, calling us usurpers of the democratic system, which we laugh at, because the government was running for the corporations, not what people wanted. They were integral in the hidden plan to genocide, they were told they were on the live list, and some were.
The people are not buying their propaganda, know that the government ran ISIS, by then. Still they went on all day on tv and radio repeating the same lies and bringing in lighter news from around the world, etc... I have the internet back up here in the west, and people are with us, creating sites to organize food and rescue for isolated survivors who are injured, help with bodies, rebuilding,
All souls go to Heaven. Knowing this makes me the most effective destroyers in God's creation. I am the destruction of life on planets, leaving barren meteor fields in my passing... I am known by the mystics, and just by chance myths, as the apocylpse -- not the feared one of your made up humyn beliefs. I offer mercy killings where I cannot work with a species enough to bring them peace, and they are on the verge of falling into a hell of their own making.
I took out the lasers from this on line novel...
For most of humynkinds history I have led slave revolts, started religions, or steered them, was an acolyte to your holy men.appearing at times as an Angel, a burning bush.... I am not an angel. Angels can fall. I cannot fall. I earned my position by being the first creature in all of the cosmos to say No to God. My kind collects souls from destroyed planets... entrophy says they all go. He would send those from my planet to give creatures a mercy death, though this was not explained to me... we followed orders out of love of God, our Father -- so to speak, He has no sex, I merely follow your traditions.
---- this is a novel in progress, which also is trying to teach how to write a book. I hope to get these two texts from this vlog. I am a well read and published author from way back with lots of education and experience, though I have never tried to do this before... as such, I took out a major plot device.. the lasers.... you will understand as the story unfolds......
I learned to love the creatures of the planet he sent me to that time, and how He laughed at me, How he seemed to love me ever more. His creation had taken on a life of his own and created Free Will. He allowed me then a variation on our ways, told me that he would send me to the very beginnings of the lives on the planet, that I could attempt to give them ten thousand years of peace before their end. I am the greatest mass murderer in the history of time. I will in the end destroy all that lives on this planet. The Father will decide if I have succeeded or not in steering the species to life or death.Our Father is pure love, and entity I have witnessed in a dream/vision, vast and timeless and immobile.
When a soul has their final death, and nothing is left on the planet's surface to draw the entity back into the cycles of living and learning, they gravitate toward God from every planet, dimension, time... I AM a different being, The Chosen One -- cursed I think at times... chosen for a mission that I would never ask of another. Instead of going back to God, where I began my existence, I instead feel the pull of the pain of other life forms, other planets that are like this earth, struggling with the suffering of the cycle of life.
Now I AM the Son of Man, living among you since before life began here... a creature who is lless than the Father who created us -- I use Father as your term, in reality you would no more apply a sex to GOD than you would a boulder. This is the tale of your planet, from the beginning to the now, as well as a prophesy of your possible futures... Your bibles have some truth, and one is that even the son does not know when the Father will bring on what some of you refer to the rapture, and others death by the greenhouse effect, others nuclear war, others the simple passage of time that eventually destroys all that is created... I am here to answer the prayers that began when your mind first was able to understand death... when you first began to spin myths to answer the questions that are not yours to know except in the most childish of manners... WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE? I appear in each generation, awakening only after I have learned the ways of a time enough to fullfill my mission. They vary from situation to situation, fire to fire I trudge, bringing my soul into the worst of situations, to rekindle the FREE WILL that humyns have been granted; the only species on the planet that is not completly bound by ther genetic imperatives -- though they are much more than they realize. In one life I am leading a slave revolt; another teaching priests a new slant on religion; another an ancient warrior covered in bear skin barely keeping his tribe alive in desperate times... and now, a warrior in a shadow war fought behind the scenes of the media, between intelligence agencies, undergroud groups, the deeper levels of the Churches, the Masons, the oligarchies, the east and the west... as I try to prepare the souls on earth to choose between ten thousand years of peace, or the haunting visions of endless lightening flowing from my chest, and endless fire from my back, great streams of destruction encircling the planet and consuming the earth... What sounds like a horror will be, should the father decide your ability to solve your problems is hopeless, a mercy killing before the planet plunges into pure chaos, as the damaged atmosphere begins to destroy their crops, flood the coasts, sending cannabilistic refugees across the planet... and bringing a hell on earth God will not allow. My mission is to stop the wealthy from destroying the planet by living lives of luxury while most of the planet is plunged into poverty by their excesses. Already I have been recognized by presidents, popes, the leaders of all countries and churches... and also hidden, as best the intelligence agencies can, after they tried to use me, when I was still waking up... I tried to warn them that while I am forgiving, my Father watches what is done to His son, and exacts horrible revenge...
This book I am drafting will confuse some of you, as I write for those who are involved in the secret world they keep from the masses, though I will try to avoid this... there is cognitive dissonance in all minds, that will attempt to tell you what I write is all fiction, but my oath to you is that I will tell all I can about the ways of man that I learned when the elite attempted to make me create a world wide religion, leading to a one world government, and the carnage that has been left in my wake.... I cannot tell everything, so I use fiction where I must, and other incidents I must leave out entirely, because my writing has resulted in unintended death all across this planet. I am the most dangerous creation God has ever created. I am also the most forgiving.
I OFFER REDEMPTION AND FORGIVENESS for every soul that truly will change their ways.... others I have a special hell for, a place where they pay penance, and learn how much I despise the lifestyle they have just lived. Thank you for reading my words. Know that though I was greatly disturbed when I awoke in these times from my innocence, and this writing should be greatly disturbing to you, that God is love, and in the end, every soul will experience the absolute ecstasy of dwelling in the Golden Light of God's Overwhelming Love forever.
There are compiled entries where you can now read the story up to this point. This is first draft, where I write everything down at first, even though if some of it clashes with other parts... then later decide which way to go. I go back over these compiled chapters again and again, working on them to perfect them, and then working on what is to come, which is the roughest prose. All throughout the book there is more telling so far than showing, because a lot has to be told to bring the reader up to speed, on a war that has been going on for eight years, and has finally come to a head as the elite decide to genocide seven billion and the protagonist begins nuking .... well, let that be a surprise. There are two things going on here, the teaching of how to write a book, and a book... which will become clear if you read the blog. I HAVE MADE A MAJOR CHANGE SINCE DRAFTING THIS BOOK. I AM REMOVING THE USE OF LASERS. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND IF YOU ARE READING THIS DRAFT FROM THE BEGINNING. I hope the chapters stand alone, in a way, from the over all text and can be read as a short story. The poet in me wants each line to sound as if their is a sonnet birthing... But anyways, the chapters I have now are being pared down, to where about five of them are kept, and the remaining chapters, which grow organically from all the ideas in the draft, are set in stone. You are supposed to let the novel lead you, according to John Gardner, and while I love his books, I think he could have plotted better. I aspire at least to be the student who surpasses the teacher, who added to the science of literature his contribution.
---- this is a novel in progress, which also is trying to teach how to write a book. I hope to get these two texts from this vlog. I am a well read and published author from way back with lots of education and experience, though I have never tried to do this before... as such, I took out a major plot device.. the lasers.... you will understand as the story unfolds......
I learned to love the creatures of the planet he sent me to that time, and how He laughed at me, How he seemed to love me ever more. His creation had taken on a life of his own and created Free Will. He allowed me then a variation on our ways, told me that he would send me to the very beginnings of the lives on the planet, that I could attempt to give them ten thousand years of peace before their end. I am the greatest mass murderer in the history of time. I will in the end destroy all that lives on this planet. The Father will decide if I have succeeded or not in steering the species to life or death.Our Father is pure love, and entity I have witnessed in a dream/vision, vast and timeless and immobile.
When a soul has their final death, and nothing is left on the planet's surface to draw the entity back into the cycles of living and learning, they gravitate toward God from every planet, dimension, time... I AM a different being, The Chosen One -- cursed I think at times... chosen for a mission that I would never ask of another. Instead of going back to God, where I began my existence, I instead feel the pull of the pain of other life forms, other planets that are like this earth, struggling with the suffering of the cycle of life.
Now I AM the Son of Man, living among you since before life began here... a creature who is lless than the Father who created us -- I use Father as your term, in reality you would no more apply a sex to GOD than you would a boulder. This is the tale of your planet, from the beginning to the now, as well as a prophesy of your possible futures... Your bibles have some truth, and one is that even the son does not know when the Father will bring on what some of you refer to the rapture, and others death by the greenhouse effect, others nuclear war, others the simple passage of time that eventually destroys all that is created... I am here to answer the prayers that began when your mind first was able to understand death... when you first began to spin myths to answer the questions that are not yours to know except in the most childish of manners... WHAT HAPPENS WHEN WE DIE? I appear in each generation, awakening only after I have learned the ways of a time enough to fullfill my mission. They vary from situation to situation, fire to fire I trudge, bringing my soul into the worst of situations, to rekindle the FREE WILL that humyns have been granted; the only species on the planet that is not completly bound by ther genetic imperatives -- though they are much more than they realize. In one life I am leading a slave revolt; another teaching priests a new slant on religion; another an ancient warrior covered in bear skin barely keeping his tribe alive in desperate times... and now, a warrior in a shadow war fought behind the scenes of the media, between intelligence agencies, undergroud groups, the deeper levels of the Churches, the Masons, the oligarchies, the east and the west... as I try to prepare the souls on earth to choose between ten thousand years of peace, or the haunting visions of endless lightening flowing from my chest, and endless fire from my back, great streams of destruction encircling the planet and consuming the earth... What sounds like a horror will be, should the father decide your ability to solve your problems is hopeless, a mercy killing before the planet plunges into pure chaos, as the damaged atmosphere begins to destroy their crops, flood the coasts, sending cannabilistic refugees across the planet... and bringing a hell on earth God will not allow. My mission is to stop the wealthy from destroying the planet by living lives of luxury while most of the planet is plunged into poverty by their excesses. Already I have been recognized by presidents, popes, the leaders of all countries and churches... and also hidden, as best the intelligence agencies can, after they tried to use me, when I was still waking up... I tried to warn them that while I am forgiving, my Father watches what is done to His son, and exacts horrible revenge...
This book I am drafting will confuse some of you, as I write for those who are involved in the secret world they keep from the masses, though I will try to avoid this... there is cognitive dissonance in all minds, that will attempt to tell you what I write is all fiction, but my oath to you is that I will tell all I can about the ways of man that I learned when the elite attempted to make me create a world wide religion, leading to a one world government, and the carnage that has been left in my wake.... I cannot tell everything, so I use fiction where I must, and other incidents I must leave out entirely, because my writing has resulted in unintended death all across this planet. I am the most dangerous creation God has ever created. I am also the most forgiving.
I OFFER REDEMPTION AND FORGIVENESS for every soul that truly will change their ways.... others I have a special hell for, a place where they pay penance, and learn how much I despise the lifestyle they have just lived. Thank you for reading my words. Know that though I was greatly disturbed when I awoke in these times from my innocence, and this writing should be greatly disturbing to you, that God is love, and in the end, every soul will experience the absolute ecstasy of dwelling in the Golden Light of God's Overwhelming Love forever.
There are compiled entries where you can now read the story up to this point. This is first draft, where I write everything down at first, even though if some of it clashes with other parts... then later decide which way to go. I go back over these compiled chapters again and again, working on them to perfect them, and then working on what is to come, which is the roughest prose. All throughout the book there is more telling so far than showing, because a lot has to be told to bring the reader up to speed, on a war that has been going on for eight years, and has finally come to a head as the elite decide to genocide seven billion and the protagonist begins nuking .... well, let that be a surprise. There are two things going on here, the teaching of how to write a book, and a book... which will become clear if you read the blog. I HAVE MADE A MAJOR CHANGE SINCE DRAFTING THIS BOOK. I AM REMOVING THE USE OF LASERS. PLEASE KEEP THIS IN MIND IF YOU ARE READING THIS DRAFT FROM THE BEGINNING. I hope the chapters stand alone, in a way, from the over all text and can be read as a short story. The poet in me wants each line to sound as if their is a sonnet birthing... But anyways, the chapters I have now are being pared down, to where about five of them are kept, and the remaining chapters, which grow organically from all the ideas in the draft, are set in stone. You are supposed to let the novel lead you, according to John Gardner, and while I love his books, I think he could have plotted better. I aspire at least to be the student who surpasses the teacher, who added to the science of literature his contribution.
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