I have what is going to happen laid out in another post, which I shall add at the bottom of this... written from the perspective of a person in a post revolution era..... an ambitious, world changing strategy that may seem Utopian to some; the best I can come up with. Needs a lot of people and strategic knowledge only the military would have. They supported my efforts once, to the point the Marines were slammed, after the first Gay leader of the Navy was brought in, by A DR WHO EPISODE... DEMONS RUN. I did not realize that we had went into an outright war, and that they were the dark side. God inspired me to write against monarchies..
I do not want to give anyone that kind of elitist power. No Royal blood matters at all. Fucking idiots and their Icon worship end up spending a bit of time in Hell dealing with their superior attitude. Shaping involves going from wealthy to poor, murderer to prosecuter... no one should throw stones, they have all lived lives they would sneer at now.
We have lost our humanity on this planet, or perhaps found it, and lost our spirituality? People do seek it, this I know, in all kinds of ways.
The book is not going to start in a fema camp, though I will use this scene for later, have him work his way into the city. I am anxious to just write scenes make up fiction... but I know better than to waste my time on chapters I will not keep, because I do a lot of re-writing.
At this point, the story will start in mid battle. The Christ is using his powers on various battle fronts to shore up the lines, lead attacks. He will be at the Church meeting with all these people on the south side, a few they saved from the FEMA camp,led by the Christ, to take out his main soldier, who had been recruiting there, where the people saw their fate was like Jews entering trains for Nazi guards. James will come out with all these gang leaders families, and others, who we directed to this particular camp, which we break these guys out of in the first scene.
THE Christ is then in a church talking to the people. Some are in awe, others do not trust him, consider him propaganda until this night, when he is miraculous missed by a barrage of bullets. He tells them that he has had a vision that if he used these powers, the world end, as he pulled the lava from the earth and lightening from the sky, destroying the living ecosystem..... releasing every soul on the planet, from every blade of grass, souls were flourishing everywhere unseen to most. He has flashes of memories, the Christ, mostly that help him make decisions, based on ancient tactics of war he had had used. I thought. I may have imagined everything about the religious side of my life, to avoid facing the bare,, cold eyes of the dead. The tortured and humiliated and captured and fighting for their lives blacks in the states, who the side who claimed I led them, who were not people I knew anything about during most of this... though I invited everyone to help me revolt, and many stepped up who I did not expect..
Madness rose. Slaves. People kept slaves, said they were angels... I was asked to step in and did, after a tv star, the white guy from psych told me DUDE, YOU HAVE TO do something. I am about to be sold to my hair dresser. Later, when the Scots, thank you Jay Leno, who I know nothing about except that he helped on this. If this is the kind of behavior the CIA CREATED religious followers of me, the NEW CHRIST, as they called me, were acting out. After he was set free, I had spent the week trying to get in better physical shape, because I realized there was a war, and I had to fight,. He said I AM GOING TO DO SOMETHING I HAVE BOT DONE IN AGES, GO OUT WITH A WOMAN... HE turned to the woman cop, and said, NO THANKS TO YOU... They did a show about this, as many did, terrified for their lives, victims of the rages whee I would tell the webcam I thought was an illegal bug destroying my powerless ass.
I watched many shows that would have characters directly address me, as did the sheldon on the biig bang theory, telling me, NO ONE IS GOING TO HELP YOU. I had no idea why that was. I felt like the victim, as I was when this started and the CIA CUT OFF PEOPLES ARMS. I did not know this when, simply to defy Bush, thinking he would fire the good guys,.... I should have trusted him a bit then, but I was so used to him being the enemy, intellectually speaking... I never want people hurt, though II do not allow blood to stop my mission. There is a lot of blood ahead in my intelligence work, and the new parts of the novel I made many mistakes that I wish I could change.
I wanted wedding cakes and M..... not to be driven half mad my visions of God, and the lightening generating feeling of being the Christ, the exploding one, who is here with powers, perhaps, though none of that matters. I would not be an actor in a life imposed on me. I used to love all people in my way, which is why when I was laughed at by Obama and mocked over my saying, ME, A MURDERER, I LOVE EVERYONE? I wrote a lot criticism, but in truth II love people, thought I learned from the cab most are good, want the same things, a bit of money, life, a job, stability, and the good old golden rule seemed to apply across the board. I diid think these people were being hurt. I was in a half fiictional world where the guy who took pictures of M and I at the apartment, would be scared off from doing that again without talking to me.
No, I would have never want him actually hurt. I would make sure that was known had I realized my prose would later lead to my interrogators asking about this guy, and I just was astounded he had been hurt. WXRT radio, when they turned on me, and accused me of leading the madness, for God only knows who... CHINA? Are they CIA? I have no idea. I know they tried to help me and no matter how much they hate me now, they helped me a lot... then they turned on me, and one day said, something about not wanting to go to jail, another commented on something I did not realize they were reading in real time, from one od tatthe many cameras capturing my life. I would NEVER have forced people to watch worship or war for me. I would never have raised an army of children, or brought in many things....
8 was best as a Chaplain, i know, and they offered me this, and I did not know this was my real fate. I liked the idea of the soldiers and sailors reading me back then, their respect meant to world to me, and they called me Napoleanic because of the working class recolting, liike they did in france... I would not hace known who to even really fight beside n a mission... especially before. Now,, the soldiers who help the unions, the last battles against the corporation, as they asinine ly fight the law that allows all these endless contributuons, even from billionaires own pockets, who can now afford to hace an ad company put them endlessly on tv, and give him a script to lie thru when he gave speeches. A enemy of the people RAUNER. Now, another billionaire may run in Illinois and he at least says all the things I believe in, and maybe he is the exception.
THIS MAN has grown up with a lot of money, funding all these Democratees over the years. I have to always give the idea that the wealthy I meet are exceptions, on rare occasions, just people like me who ended up in a position of authority. His is a hell of a lot more sensual than my life of pain and self imposed exile in my apartment, arranging and rearranging words, over and over, my entire life.
Set out to be a writer, not a conqueror; when revolution seemed within the realm of possibility, I went for it... feeling I had nothing to lose, that I was made homeless and wretched, not rewarded for this Christ they were making a big deal out of... all more of a surprise to me than other people. I was even more surprised when during the obama re election they wanted me to run, made me a write in candidate in one of the first states to vote, giving me forty percent. Being president will not solve the problems of this government. CAMPAIGN FINANCE REFORM IS SOMETHING PRITZKER WANTS... AND to make recreational weed .... lawful. He knows that tax money will improve the state, lessen the imprisoned,, cause our tourism to shoot up, and etc... studies show the only difference between stoned and straight drivers is pot heads tend to drive three miles an hour slower, that is it.
I drove for many years on weed, and it probably had good effects on me, though driving cab, it cost me a lot of money smoking it.... for some reason, I usually did terrible when I stopped a lot smoking weed. Whatever.. I drove best straight. I do not recommend stoned driving though it is going to happen and I sure as hell prefer they are on pot rather than drink, or even their cell phone. I was driving cab when they became popular, and I would think the person was drunk and avoid them... you must be defensive as hell to be good, and at that time I was..
I figured out it was cell phones and was pissed. Glad they set up laws against it quick, though it seems most people ignore this... oh, well... talk about a digression. I am very pro weed and wrote a lot about it when I first started, after the brainwashing and they put me on the radio show, which was a front. They were going to make us famous, shoot my stuff into small films, had all these plans... then someone messed with my head. Or, had been for a long time, and activated me. I heard people at first talking about how long they had awaited for me to wake up and that when I finally did, I was a disappointment to people. I do not see all and know all. I said this to mess with your heads, to fight you with whatever words I had... I wanted people afraid.
At first I felt loved, but that passed quick. The homelesss skit ass baldwin called it came as a shock to me. Seinfeld, God bless them all from that show, they brought great light into my life.. I defended kramer and he got ahold of my defense, talking about xenophobia and saying give the guy a break. I said this was not racism, but xenophobia, that everyone has it, and it cannot be totally irradicated. I hated how the blacks felt because of his words, and feel for them for sure. I do not think he meant what people think, or know him to be racist. Never heard that. Here Jews supported me at first, with daly and seinfeld. How could they then think I would ever turn on them...
I would never lump all these people together as Jews who I hate. That is terrible thinking, and anti thetical to the Jewish radicals I have known, who I never considered their religion at all i my conception of them. I did go too far awhile, spending too much time fighting for the Palestinians, and ignoring all these other conflicts around the world. I do not want to be classed in with people I once respect who now have this respect for Hitler, saying he was the last person to fight Jewish bankers,,,, I can see going after bankers, and we should have just stopped them from functioning, or robbed the hell out them in a cop and intelligence ,
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.
