THE EMPORER WANTS COLORADO

This is all the mysterious black clad gunman said when he tried to get into the governor's office, and was summarily shot down dead.

I heard nothing else about this.  I knew I had inspired him to this act, or that he had given his life to communicate with me through the media.  I had made a big deal about Colorado, after writing about my best friend from childhood, who listened to John Denver's Rocky Mountain High all the time.  This was a couple years ago.

I will grieve forever for such people.  They died in war.  In the service of mankind.  What they achieved may be questionable to a lot of people.   Only the future can tell us what has truly been happening here.  The future  will tell us whether we have lived for liberty and the preservation of the will of God, or a stupid delusion, stirred up by a confused poetry.

The origins of my campaign, however haphazard, have relied on the inspiration of God.  I have had to serve him before my own needs.

So much of what has been done in my name was not my intent.  I have ended up being an Agent Provecuter, drawing out the radicals into the cross-hatch of their enemies in the state.  One guy I suspect lost his tv show, and never got to air his Union Hamsters episode...  a reference to my hamster army and union support that has been repressed, along with so much about me.  I can understand why they would not want me playing with the fire of the Lord...  they will get burned eventually.  Problem is that I have no choice;  I am as locked in by the plans of the Father as any other entity.

My attempts to gain influence in this world produced one of the most bloody political births in the history of this country.   I brought together violent prone people and said use your energy to earn your redemption.  I offered my open arms to my worst enemies, forgave even Satan as the last days tick away.   My name is used in so many ways that I do know who you think you know as the Christ...  I only know me.  The challenge God has given me is to be honest with humankind, to leave behind the thrones and gold that buy the fleeting glory of the flesh, to lead you past the golden cows, and show you the unseen...  a Christ who is just a cog in God's plan, a man who is embarrassed by all the superstitious myths that swirl around me, the unintended dust that rises from my footsteps and obscures my path.