Field Reports From The Holy War

Anyone can go to heaven. From any religion. There is no madness in God that says being born in a particular time or religion or mental geography distinguishes who goes to heaven. Why would God be jealous of his own masks? Priests who write scripture on the other hand, are always proclaiming their religion can beat everyone else's.




I have to take on faith what has been shown, in my own memories and experiences,  and when the world seems nothing more than flesh on a rock, remember the wonders I have experienced.  I never expected this to happen, I say too often.  Too true.  44 years old and unexpected events brought me into a world I was too stupid/ignorant to even suspect existed.    A world where the spirits and angels and demons are real... and entrenched.  To give the world a thousand years of peace when I leave... I am going to need to hunt down the evil that is left here.


I remember well a vision of fighting my way into Hell,  which happened when I finally had more souls that Satan.   I flew into Hell and offered them Father's Forgiveness to Satan and his minions and the poor souls he seduced. . . .  even as my blood thirsted for theirs.   Then the child of Satan, born into Hell and the only innocent in that place of punishment where God sent the errant Angels,  came up behind his Father as he bowed before me, and used this moment of weakness to destroy the Dark Angel... tearing his being to shreds.  I could not stop him.  


The metaphors that shape my mind, more than anything else.... my dreams of forgiveness when in reality, I know my Father is wrathful, too.  Calculating.  Only so many will go along to heaven.  I have seen again and again many left behind.  Souls that just simply would not evolve.  Satan relished such types.   A vengeful creature he sought to battle that which cannot be fought... God himself.   The best he could do was challenge the Son on a far distant planet. 




Perhaps Satan does live, and he will be left behind, along with his angels, when we return to God.  He already rules over his flock, and I over mine... as the end times come, the good will try to do what they can for the damned before they leave -- knowing that there is no Hell as harsh as knowing your Savior has come and gone.  

I have been away for a few months considering my place in your world.   Since waking up to who I AM, I have been trhough many phases.   In the beginning,  I was appalled that people suddenly thought all of my writing was sacred.   I had been writing crazy comedy about serial killers and guy obsessed with building a hamster army.   Now, I can see how  alarmed they were by Jesus writing such prose, but I had no idea who I was at that point.  

Then I began to take relish in giving orders with my writing and seeing the creative, brilliant ways the people responded.   Humbling, very humbling.  

For some reason, my gut kept telling me back then to take no money, and meet no famous people, and just concentrate on your work.   I did not understand this at the time,  and regretted it and still do to some degree.   I had this notion that I was famous and that was not going to go away.   I learned my lesson on that one.   I do not want all the trappings of fame anyways.  My life must always remain about what will make the words flow from my fingers.

The age of 32 when I woke up last time is downplayed in religion.   The truth of what happened back then was forgotten, diliberatly,  when the priests were attempting to make my story fit into the old messiah myths -- myths that long predacte Christianity...... I have been many religions as I lived again trying to ease the human pain and batle the dark one.   The idea that I would leave humans in the control of Satan is one of the dark ones myths.  When I told you that you never know when I will walk up to and ask for a dime.....  how you treat me will be of utmost importance to my Father.

The truth of my humanity never sit well with priests who wanted to be able to say I am special without even trying to explain my teachings, which as often as not would condemn the priests for their actions.

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Burdens of THE LAST DAY

my love for Eden
blossoms anew every Spring

undiminished
by my Father's coming Command
to burn all this shit down.