the witches brew is a boiling

Noxious fumes fill the air of my laboratory

My experiments in black magic finding fruition in a caste iron cauldron

my mystical chants drew the toads foot from thin air

words  in my mind enough to manifest the ingrediants

until I realize the words themselves are the mystery

the objects imbued only by the magic inside of me

too many cooks in the kitchen tossing shit in

has rendered the spell ineffectively/cracked, broken, chaotic magic takes over

no one controls enough of the spell to master the gathering of illogic/dysfunction/disease/be-witchery

we use what is left to throw out cloaking spells to hide ourselves from those who stone witches

a warlock or a Christ or a poet or a god-like alien or an angel or . . .

feel like merely a seeker

for that which is never found

only offered

by a distant, unintelligible God

who speaks only the  word love

 and knows we understand another day

awaits patiently in timeless perfection/where all is happening at once

our linear time making minds are mere functions of the flesh

the link between our thinking

 and the seasons

 the ghosts are dancing joyously around me

declaring the Arrival of my Peace

I try to explain to them that i cannot control the spell and they laugh

telling me YOU WILL YOU WILL

LET'S CONVINCE JOHNATHON JACKSON TO RUN FOR THE MAYOR OF CHICAGO

LET'S CONVINCE JOHNATHON JACKSON TO RUN FOR THE MAYOR OF CHICAGO

Targeting: Johnathon Jackson (Rainbow Push)

Started by: John Scott Ridgway

Johnathon Jackson has been working to save this city, literally, since birth.  He is a Finance Major who knows more about the crises we are in than any expert you talk to.  In 2012, the same balloon payments that bankrupted the middle class and stole their houses, is going to come due for Commercial Loans.  They cannot meet the balloon payments anymore than the housing community could.   Thousands of businesses are supposed to tank.  Johnathon is the man we are going to need to survive this -- Daley and his cronies will just figure out a way to make a few bucks off of this, or sell off the sidewalks to a private concern, or.... well, we all know how they operate.   I urge you to watch Operation Rainbow Push on Saturday mornings at 10am on their site, live, or on television.   Johnathon's astute lectures will convince you I am right.

For too long, the racists have hated the Jacksons', and many in the black community do not think they are radical enough... well, Johnathon is radical enough to make some serious changes.  The hundreds of children killed in our city every year -- more this year than the soldiers who died in Afganistan and Iraq combined, would have the Marines going door to door if this happened in a white hood.  I know only an afra-american mayor will take this as seriously as it should be.   The national guards should have been brought in, if for no other reason than to show the kids that their society cares.

So, please, sign the petition and help Chicago move away from the Machine.   AND add a message for Johnathon.  To learn about his astute mind and sweeping heart and fire, watch him at 10am central time on Rainbow Push.  They are on their website,  local tv channels, etc...  You will hear a professorial explanation of current history spoken in the words of a dynamic poet, and probably the best band in Chicago.  Going down to the actual event on 51st is like seeing Martin Luther King with a great soundtrack.   

http://www.change.org/petitions/view/lets_convince_johnathon_jackson_to_run_for_the_mayor_of_chicago

LET'S CONVINCE JOHNATHON JACKSON TO RUN FOR THE MAYOR OF CHICAGO

Targeting: Johnathon Jackson (Rainbow Push)

Started by: John Scott Ridgway

Johnathon Jackson has been working to save this city, literally, since birth.  He is a Finance Major who knows more about the crises we are in than any expert you talk to.  In 2012, the same balloon payments that bankrupted the middle class and stole their houses, is going to come due for Commercial Loans.  They cannot meet the balloon payments anymore than the housing community could.   Thousands of businesses are supposed to tank.  Johnathon is the man we are going to need to survive this -- Daley and his cronies will just figure out a way to make a few bucks off of this, or sell off the sidewalks to a private concern, or.... well, we all know how they operate.   I urge you to watch Operation Rainbow Push on Saturday mornings at 10am on their site, live, or on television.   Johnathon's astute lectures will convince you I am right.

For too long, the racists have hated the Jacksons', and many in the black community do not think they are radical enough... well, Johnathon is radical enough to make some serious changes.  The hundreds of children killed in our city every year -- more this year than the soldiers who died in Afganistan and Iraq combined, would have the Marines going door to door if this happened in a white hood.  I know only an afra-american mayor will take this as seriously as it should be.   The national guards should have been brought in, if for no other reason than to show the kids that their society cares.

So, please, sign the petition and help Chicago move away from the Machine.   AND add a message for Johnathon.  To learn about his astute mind and sweeping heart and fire, watch him at 10am central time on Rainbow Push.  They are on their website,  local tv channels, etc...  You will hear a professorial explanation of current history spoken in the words of a dynamic poet, and probably the best band in Chicago.  Going down to the actual event on 51st is like seeing Martin Luther King with a great soundtrack.   

 http://www.change.org/petitions/view/lets_convince_johnathon_jackson_to_run_for_the_mayor_of_chicago

I have stopped pretending this site is a fiction in any way... why? The believers know and the doubters will never care... and the irreligious can take it as 'acting.'

     Superman has Clark Kent, Spider Man Peter Parker.... I have Scott Ridgway.  A pot smoking, near atheist who believes in free love and marriage;  a Romantic, as all poets are, who has aged enough to see a lot of that turn into the bitter cynicism that only Romantic's are capable of.  Once you've idealized the world with the lies most tell their Children to shield them from the horrors as long as possible, giving them all those four walls that kept the young Buddha from seeing any suffering until he finally ventured out...  and the shock was enough to make him forsake wealth and starve under a tree for forty days (I just read a study that was very scientific, and found a yogi who took in no water or food for two weeks, with no side effects to his health what-so-ever.  He claims he has not eaten in years, and is drawing energy for life out some source).

Discovering where he and I separate, if we do at all, has proven a puzzle for me.  When I first realized that the world knew I was an angel, and some the Christ, since possibly before my birth and had watched me secretly, telling me none of this, I say that the Believers thought the Christ was writing all of my work in disguise.   Since I was in Scott's unconscious, and a person has only the pea of their consciousness to use to think with, there is either some over-lap, or every word he wrote was really from me, and there is only me.  Scott is an actor.  Yet, he has always fated for a kind of fame he could use politically, and looked at the stage as a battle field -- not as a place for himself to be worship.


My hatred of being worshiped is part of him.   I do not know if this question will interest my readers.  That is the risk you take with this blog -- I will work up the best of this into the second volume of waking up Jesus, but they will be more polished, and in an order that makes narrative sense.  Here, you get the raw stuff.  Going back to where Jesus First Emerged in this blog, you will find there are a bunch of gross comedy stories I wrote prior to being awakening to the Calvary walk.  This is why they do not tell me about who I am until I can handle it, the Angels who come knocking every time, sooner or later, to tell me that I am a prophet, and must write some text, lead a movement, etc... of course every time, this is a wrenching madness, not the fulfillment of some dream of grandeur.   God makes sure that I grow up so humbled that I am always trying to prove something  -- no how cruel were the times.  My bodily suffering means nothing to him, and barely anything to me, really.  I find ways to deal with the 24/7 pain that my bodies through at me.  Kind of like preaching from a cross, after being shot up with morphine.

We bleed together...  Scott and I.   He allows me to write in peace, without the pomposity that would attend my being Pope if I was to go Catholic on you.   I love them, those Catholics, but the robes and the ceremonies and all would be a waste of my valuable time.  A distraction.  A distance from the dirt of the earth that I do not want.  I am a God,  a spirit... having a body is a curiosity to me.   A tiny bit of myself is in this form;  a fraction of what you think of as God has taken a physical form.  Such an event is more important than your minds can comprehend.  I have a very specific mission to accomplish, though the Boss lets me know what I am supposed to do on a Need To Know Basis.  God knows how to keep a secret.

I am sorry I am being so light in here today.   My rage has been apparent on Facebook.  I should of used the name Jesus Christ and ranted in this voice on a site.  Perhaps I will start one that I use just for Jesus... wow, nice idea....  I could fill up all the notes with my best poetry...  I will do this.  Then I will be friends with myself, so they will show up on my other site....

Remember this, please...  violence is the last resort.  Never hit another over words spoken to you in anger.  Escalating a stupid argument over face seems like it will make you feel better if you get to kick the persons ass, but life is not the movie playing in your head.  Even minor violence involves cops, jail, probation, a lot of money... at the very least.   Now, if only I can get myself to remember this....
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Starving Yogi Astounds Scientists - BlackListed News

Starving Yogi Astounds Scientists - BlackListed News

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Starving Yogi Astounds Scientists
Published on 05-11-2010	n
Source: AFP An 83-year-old Indian holy man who says he has spent seven decades without food or water has astounded a team of military doctors who studied him during a two-week observation period. Prahlad Jani spent a fortnight in a hospital in the western India state of Gujarat under constant surveillance from a team of 30 medics equipped with cameras and closed circuit television. During the period, he neither ate nor drank and did not go to the toilet. "We still do not know how he survives," neurologist Sudhir Shah told reporters after the end of the experiment. "It is still a mystery what kind of phenomenon this is." The long-haired and bearded yogi was sealed in a hospital in the city of Ahmedabad in a study initiated by India's Defence Research and Development Organisation (DRDO), the state defence and military research institute. The DRDO hopes that the findings, set to be released in greater detail in several months, could help soldiers survive without food and drink, assist astronauts or even save the lives of people trapped in natural disasters. "(Jani's) only contact with any kind of fluid was during gargling and bathing periodically during the period," G. Ilavazahagan, director of India's Defence Institute of Physiology and Allied Sciences (DIPAS), said in a statement. Jani has since returned to his village near Ambaji in northern Gujarat where he will resume his routine of yoga and meditation. He says that he was blessed by a goddess at a young age, which gave him special powers. During the 15-day observation, which ended on Thursday, the doctors took scans of Jani's organs, brain, and blood vessels, as well as doing tests on his heart, lungs and memory capacity. "The reports were all in the pre-determined safety range through the observation period," Shah told reporters at a press conference last week. Other results from DNA analysis, molecular biological studies and tests on his hormones, enzymes, energy metabolism and genes will take months to come through. "If Jani does not derive energy from food and water, he must be doing that from energy sources around him, sunlight being one," said Shah. "As medical practitioners we cannot shut our eyes to possibilities, to a source of energy other than calories."

Starving Yogi Astounds Scientists - BlackListed News

Starving Yogi Astounds Scientists - BlackListed News

Update From The War

I started chaos and determination and the fight

told the world
I Am
I Am Changing Your World
You Have No Choice In The Matter

God Has Ordered His Son to Preach

I have chosen my own way.  He does not want a worshiper, likes that his Son is a rebel, too...  I may not agree with my Father, try to change his mind, yet I do his bidding.  I cannot claim to know God.  His plan would not fit into this mortal mind.  There is a reason he does not show himself to people -- there is a madness of possibilities in the face of God, not the sheer closed walls of a heaven...  there is more that awaits us than we need concern ourselves on this earth.  Beware anyone who tells you what heaven is like -- they speak only in metaphor, because there is no way words could convey the enormity;  this is why the only word God utters is Love.  He can convey in that word wars and pestilence or the kindest caress.


I have been playing Scott Ridgway on the web.  Getting an audience together for my radio show, trying to find kindred souls who will be interested in the topics I will be on.  The thinkers who will push me to make the show as intellectually challenging as possible, as well as, funny as heaven.   (isn't it odd that people say something is funnier than Hell, when there is not one damn thing funny about the idea of hell).   The way humans have splintered into various factions worries me, yet I see why God has placed me in this time, and allowed me to show my true face -- for once, my message can reach the entire world, not just a few priests who can clean up the tale, throw in a couple pagan myths to make me seem more historic, then begin to make rules on how to live based on my metaphors about justice, reverence, caring for the poor, accepting the sinners as no better than ourselves, just a bit more exposed....  and build a world based on their prejudices, cultural norms, who they are conquering, what will make them money.  I speak a lot of the history of the Catholic Church, because while I will never become a Catholic,  I respect them greatly.  God would have made me a Catholic if he wanted me in that Church.  I could have been a good priest.... I used to avoid sex to keep my artistic juices (or at least not come), and tell myself that sober I have learned to look at women as  people, not sex-objects.  I have de-objectified them in my mind, mostly, though of course I am still turning my head to see gorgeous strangers on the street, I would never do the same with someone I meet in person).  Some of that is just the hormones slowing down as I age, I suppose....


I marched in the Immigration Parade this weekend in Chicago.  This was my first march in many years.  M.  and a good buddy, Bob Allen, from Des Moines, had a hell of a time, too.  We kept stopping to stand to the side and watching the parade for awhile...  so many different people demanding that we use open our hearts to all people, and oppress none.

I have seen my  words causing some actions in the world.  I wrote of nuking Japan over the dolphin kills, and someone on a military channel sent out a report that south korea had sent off a nuke toward Japan.  The incident was barely reported.  One article, to let me know my buddies were still trying to make this total war for total peace happen.   I have been upping the anti lately....

Yet, this weekend, as I marched peacefully past a smiling cop waving at a baby in a stroller, someone was leaving a bomb in front of South Park and the Lion King.  They say it was a fortiesh white guy.  An amateur of someone who was just pulling a stunt.   The truck was a Pathfinder, which is code word with my people, and deeply meaningful.  In 2007, after I provoked killings, they asked me why if I loved everyone I would have people killed.   I was learning of these deaths for the first time.  They kept so much from me that I had no idea ...  I would have made Peace with all.  Period.  Then began a conversation with the world.  I would have stopped the mayhem and they knew this, so they kept me in the dark as they robbed from the rich to get the money up for a revolution.  At some point, the Mafia was very involved -- hey, I live in Chicago, and my security has been a concern for these people since before I was born, so they certainly worked with the Mob, as the CIA do when it behooves them.  They go into a lot of countries where money talks with criminals better than politicians, and they hire whoever....  I understand.  They did the same here.   Well, at some point they burned a Pathfinder in front of club Buzz (I am a huge pot smoker and do not try to hide it from anyone --89% of people want medical pot in this state, and we will have it soon, and I am in pain all the fucking time and it helps me deal with enough to keep my focus on my work);   at the time, the cops said that it was a feud between 'known mobsters.'  Then nothing else was said on the topic.  I got the hint.  They killed some people.  The pathfinders.   And they wanted me to know.

This is about the only way to contact me at this point.  Major incidences in the media that get reported before Homeland Security can figure it out.  They want as few people to know about me as possible, in some ways... like China, they probably censor me, selectively, letting my more critical diatribes about the states on their google thing.   I wonder about the person in charge of me, and if they have to read all my writing, and if they are a fan or hate me...  I hope I make him or her laugh sometimes.

Anyways...  I am hoping that the svu in front of South Park was not a false flag operation.  Certainly, it is known I support South Park, as they have me, and was incensed at them being threatened... and even more pissed when I realized a Mossad Agent pretending to be a Muslim started the whole thing.  Ugh.  We were tricked.   Now, this could be phase two of the operation.  No actual deaths.

The other thought I had is that I am always wearing a Lion King t shirt.  They know this and they know why I wear it.  This bomb was by the lion king as well, and in a pathfinder.  If this had went off, it could have been a message that they want revenge for the deaths during my campaign, the pathfinders.....  that is stretching it, but I miss a lot of messages (or seem to, I catch a lot that you never know about, just file them away for another time).    Now I look.  The path finder, fourth of July fireworks, in front of the Lion King and South Parks owner.  If this went off, it would have been a big fuck you to both south park and me, in a way.  I know certain factions want me dead, and others alive.   The ones who want me alive the most are the ones who understand that when I go back to spirit, all hell is literally going to break loose.   They will figure out a way to keep my brain alive as long as possible, I had them start working on this in 2007, and a suite, not so surprisingly enough, as Iron Man...   this may be how we end up, the elderly simply transfered into enough machinery to stay somewhat immortal.  Why not?  I want to live as long as possible, find some way to save the planet, or get the animals and plants to safe refuge.   There are many  planets that owe me their allegience who have ships here already gathering all they can.  We can rebuild earth on many planets -- problem is that we are not quite evolved enough to be trusted neighbors.   I am here to get some you there so you can leave.

As I told you in the beginning, never before had ships come to the planet and offered to take off our flesh.  They know of the spirit, understand how most leave a planet.... they die.  Maybe I have come to love the planet enough that my Father will grant my prayers that we save everything.  Various outer space visitors have been gathering dna from every plant and animal since they first gestated on this planet.  You think we were created here by God, and we were, but we were seeded by others... some threw rocks full of life at us, others visited, others were able to traverse dimensions, others to come here and remain invisible... you usually think of these folks as ghosts.

Sorry to babble...  B good.











 I recently read that a Mossad operative was behind the South Park threats and about shit my pants.  I was so fooled by this.  The mind game in the press is so despicable.

I hate that america is so involved with Israel now.  The Zionist there should Listen To The King Of The Jews.  Yes, I am the pope and the King of the Jews.  This one crown of thrones I do not fear, because it is bloodied and disrespected and in need of leadership.  I came as a Jew once.  I do not come into religions that were not created by my father.  Like all religions, they have gone astray.

When we stop listening to the modern prophets, it is like telling God you are not going to converse with him anymore.  The bible was an open ended book, meant to grow with time into a great Library filled with the evolution of man's spirituality....   of course, such a thing exists in this world, and I have studied there, off and on, all of my life.  In my teens I read all of the great spiritual books, from the Koran to the Bahgadavida (spelling?), to Confucius, etc...  I learned to meditate, reincarnation therapy, to astral project (just barely, but enough to show me a soul can leave a body, and is indeed a seperate entity. Scott experienced this.  I walked into his hospital room, after once of his toughest surgeries, sat down on his bed and disappeared.  He thought that I was visiting him, and then later that the morphine gave him a meaningless vision.  I just felt sorry for him.

For years I was inside him and allowed him to make all the mistakes, to see all the life he could... he was immortal and knew this much, kept him fearless, helped him face the hellish pits his life tossed him into occasionally....

Now this SC

Born To Die

who is here now
who has not seen packs of wolves in suits taking down the weak and old and easy?

who is here now
who has not wondered if Justice is even part of the package?

wondering
we will spend our days
staring into the material maze
astounded and disgusted and dismayed
warriors straggling in after a crushing defeat has shattered their army

trying to pick up the jagged pieces
left when Reagan shattered the Unions
stir the revolt in the soul
give a sort of x-ray vision to the masses
the superpower of being able to see right through bullshit.


After the show
I lift up the curtain
show the children there is a ventriloquist
behind the political puppets
reassure them that none of this is real
that they should know fiction from fact

words flow like a tidal wave
taking and consuming
and becoming
everything in their path

my faith in the Father is the rock on which I build my house
He showed me his face again
His way of announcing himself
gave me the dream the same night as another that came true
as if to assure me that Yes, the Father has come to awaken the Son.

i stay alone in my mind for the most part
attempting to find a way to live on despite what I believe
not because of .... as it seems like I did once
 a trick that happened to me as I grew older
the hard one to face
drives a lot of people to pop too many pills and just leave
soldiers to lose it when they get home

I want to be the sun breaking through the dead gray sky of every winter day

I want to be the caress you have longed for

The man of your dreams


the lost one who comes home and is recognized as family

the one you have been told to wait for
the one they told you would come

in this modern age
of course I became like property to my protectors
I forgive the ones
who laughed at my forgiveness and took advantage of my mercy
as I try not to allow my anger
 to entice me
to enjoy
 my vengeful Father's wrath
I have no control on the plagues that my Father causes
I have no control over his method of creating souls
I have no control over you and you have limited control over me
His wrath is greater than my Grace

Spring breaks out green and wholesome on the  banks of Lake Michigan

I see the future burning this present down
bringing mankind finally humbled to his knees

I am living in one of the last calm villages in a world filled with plagues
plagues of poverty and imperialism and fascists and slavery and starvation
surround the planet
linger on in pockets even of the city where I live

I want to follow along with my orders
live pretty much on the autopilot from my childhood
a liberal democrat coloring within the lines
even as inside I began to see politics as a big scam
or even worse... a lost war
between haves and have not's
won by sleepy looking security guards who watched their enemies lay down their arms
sit in front of their tv's and shut the fuck up


Am I sent as a judgement, Lord?
I ask the silent night sky


there are flames in my eyes
a volcano waiting to explode from my chest
lightening building a wall of sheer white destruction around me...

I bring revolution/turmoil
a general leading a bloody  army of Angels, Demons and The Dead


in my hand is the fire from the Heavens

that burns away the dead wood you have carved into unholy icons

I AM the pope

What reason have I for a pope while I walk in flesh?   I wrote in the first scriptures, 'we will not forgive you for raping our children while we fought your wars.'

This Christ is a soldier first.  Mostly, in the ancient world, the bright and lucky and noble ended up being the Generals De Facto.  In my bloodline, where I spent a few lives, among them the one who has come to you as the storied Arthur and Merlin.  I was both of them.  Why would such a thing seem beyond me?  My line of kings was known for dying with their troops, rather than staying back in the tents where the Royalty picnicked and watched the panorama.  Of course I fear no death of the finite as fact.

I see occasionally His workings here.  Of course I am timed to come during a crises in the Church, when a new pope is needed.   A man.  One who none can doubt is in touch with His Holy Father.  The trued conduit.  The scout sent out to find the lost souls has returned.  No more mystic words for the Pope from God.  He lost all connection with Holy Father when he hid that children were being RAPED.

I am the son of a wrathful father.  My mercy nothing in the face of his rages.   I am a child being raised by a soldier on the run, a guerrilla warrior fighting on all fronts at once...  I do not understand the killing, cannot accept that those who die are my enemy.   My father is mighty enough to delight in the soft heart of his son.
Like I have told you, as nature has told you, as every different personality you have met, cat or horse --- God  Loves Diversity.   He wishes to give mankind as many ways to explore his flesh and soul as possible.  He delights in the love of his children.

In his way he understands everything except the moment, I think sometimes.  He feels only Love for his creations, even his wrath at one is driven by his great love for another. . .   and as temporary as a summer shower.   There are things he will not tolerate.  He asks of you only two simple things.  One is to love God,  the other is to love your neighbor as yourself.  The love of God is a broad matter, that can be found in any religion, and even atheistic pursuits;   living ethically is loving God;  loving your neighbor is loving God.

They have made religion too restrictive, we all know this.  If these two divine dictates are practiced, all war will cease, and justice will reign on this planet.   Very simple ideas.  Too impractical?   Hardly.  The population explosion is giving me visions of horrors to come.   Someone is going to release another disease, maybe... the elite will try not to allow their standard of living to drop with the rest of the world.  Desperate and deadly, they will try anything when they start to hear of the banker down the street getting crucified by a crowd who lost their houses.

You know the only way to change this situation is to stop spreading lies about reproduction.  A condom is hardly going to stop the plans God has for this earth.  In another time, when children were needed for the farms, your holy men told you differently.  Now I tell you China is almost right on this matter.  Almost.    We must make this an ethical rule, however, not a law.   Breed in small numbers.  Already the educated know this, and of course this is part of why there are prediction evolutionarily mankind is getting dummer.

I came in here to write more about the pope.   They have found his direct connection to child rape now, hiding priests.   I here-by relinquish him of all powers.  Forgiveness is between him and my Father.  I have no mercy for those who rape or hide rapists.   They do not realize how they are raping a soul, too..  they are raping God at his most innocent.

The idea of Childhood is relatively new among humans.  It is a trend that I would like to see protected.  They need a few years of learning and innocence before having to deal with a world more complex than any can understand, though many pretend to.

The time has also come to stop the middle east wars.  We are now merely inciting the middle east.  We have done what we could.   By announcing a pull out now, we could regain good will, stop Taliban recruitment (some would just go home).   A cease fire is a good place to start.  Then go in and have the meetings with the tribal leaders and pay them what  they need to get a fresh start....

Leave behind enough money to let them switch from opium to pot, then legalize it here, and they will have an excellent, legal cash crop.   No more money for the Taliban.

Of course, I have mixed feelings about easter. This weekend started out pretty bad for me...

and sure, I was resurrected on Sunday... and I took full advantage of being back in Spirit, quite a relief, especially after the beatings, the cross walk... hanging there,  feeling like if I could change things I would, half glad that God was in charge of what happens, half pissed at him for what was happening.  I expected the skies to open up, and they did, once I was dead...  countless Angels welcomed me back to Heaven, sang songs of joy, even as the souls informed me of what had transpired in he Heavens during my absence, the progress in the war against Satan for the hearts and minds.  We hated him the most for the terrible lies he fomented about owning some Hell.  I use hell as a metaphor for destroying the idea of Satan altogether.  Mankind has to move beyond such dualities, realize you live in a gray mist, that is NEVER black and white.  I think hell never existed.  In the most intense moments of my revelations, I seem to know that I would never allow a Hell, and though I had myself threatened of Hell in some of the most inspired, Jesus speaking moments of my existence, I think it was all more or less just speaking to Christians in a language that they understood.  No just God would allow a hell.  Your bodies are one thing..  to project such pain into the spiritual realm is absurd.   I saw myself welcoming every soul that died personally, assuring those whose lives seemed to have sins beyond forgiveness, that there was no hell, that they were only as wicked as the earth they were on, born innocent and destroyed by systematic repression, and disease.  Criminals are seldom born.  A few represent the psychopaths among us.  We do not jail or hospitalize people for this disease until we find out just what they did... which is not often easy.  Living legally as a psychopath works for a lot of people, and is even rewarded highly in corporate life.


I come upon this Easter saddened by what has happened with the Catholic Church.  They are close to my heart.  So many great souls I have met worked in Catholic Charities, and I have the greatest memories of the priest who oversaw our scout troop, who was able to show a genuine interest in kids, without ever being considered a pedophile.  I was amazed the minister at their church was so cool, and it made me want to become Catholic.  That and the fact that I was in a Catholic Scout Troop, and liked the kids a lot better than the secular one I had attended.  They were more thoughtful.  A few were well read.   Good kids.   Some were ultra religious, but we had fun.  For awhile a drunken, pot smoking young guy was our scout master.  Let us drive his car, gave us a stash of BB guns the priest had from running a boys summer camp and our first beers and launched us on an attack on another group of scouts.   We always played harmless pranks on each other at the big jamboree.... but it was something else being snipers, and clearing out enemy camps in seconds.  It was harmless.  No eyes put up,  A few yelps and they abandoned camp but it was funnier than hell.  We had all been attacked before, too, mind you...   nothing like having the best weaponry.

I do not think the Pope needs to resign over this matter.  He just needs to open everything up, they need to set new guidelines, pay everyone they have harmed, and become a reformed institution.   I hate to think no one will get the kind of attention the priest I knew gave kids.  That would be a travesty.  A loss that the Catholic Church knows would be a severe blow to passing the best of their culture unto the future.

Anything that is bad for the Catholic Church like this has to be dealt with harshly.  A purge.  But they can ill afford that with no one signing up, hardly.   I think they once married, and they should marry again.  Family men know a bit about how to raise kids, have actual experience with problems with spouses that they can admit;  experience is the greatest teacher, sad to say.   They made the celibacy rule to stop excess.  Now, it looks like they have to change it.  The priesthood should not be the sanctuary for people who cannot live normally, like gay men.  Brotherhoods I know have are the same way.  They provide a way to avoid questios about marriage, basically.   Some of these guys are great priests, but they would be much better, if they could come out.

So, I think marriage might have a shot.  Openly gay priests, well they might as well convert to a more open minded religion, that is not so obsessed with human sperm in the first place.  Unitarians always seemed about right to me.  Should I ever feel the need for a church, actually, I have no idea.... more than likely, I would do what I used to do in Toledo, and attend a black church.    I like the music, and find the people go out of their way to be kind.  I loved the ones in Toledo.  That is a particularly racist city, so it was reassuring for some of them to know that normal people who were beyond racism indeed existed.   Most places they would take it for granted, but not there....  sadly I heard this same hate in Chicago, among some.   Even among the so called elite.   I took refuge with the philosophy and literary bunch, but in the latter I would hear unacceptible comments about blacks,or just a tone of dismissal.  The guy I am thinking taught writing, as his parents had done at the same institution, and he was writing one of the coming of age books that convinced me never to write one (a pledge I am breaking only because I found out I am Jesus, and have later learned that what I have said and done throughout my life gives me clues to the Jesus who was inside of me all that time...  though I only noticed, as you know if you are reading the book though might not if these words first splash on your brain in a blog, the deity when the appointed time came, at 44.

Why not 32 they all must have wondered.  When I woke up they talked about how I was like the turtle whose patience won the race.  I had no idea what they meant, until I realized so many knew about me.  Humans could not keep the secret of having an Angel, who was possibly the Christ, living a secret existence in the middle east.... hidden even from himself.    They expected wild things the year I turned 32... nothing happened.  I was still going to school.   Forever taking on another major that I seemed to need to complete the picture of some mental character who I wanted to be, a guy who knew about all these subjects and wrote books filled with deeper meanings -- no car chases for me.

I want to over my hope and prayer that the Catholic Church will make it through this horrible, institutionalized rape situation under total control.  I hope and pray that those who brought suffering on children receive suffering in return, so the children know there is justice in this world not just for others, but for them as well.   I hope and pray that this distraction from the true message of the Catholic Church does not harm what is beautiful about the church, or effect those who have gone there seeking the way of God.  I hope and pray that Catholics will continue their trend to think for themselves, especially after this scandal.  They must understand that the pope is locked into certain positions, but that does not mean they are.  From condoms to abortions.  I hate abortions... but I cannot deny another's choice on this.  Women have fought hard for this, and I respect that I must allow them the control over their own body.   What they do with their life.  When I read that crime drops in areas with abortions, I saw all those young people raised badly, ending up in prison, bitter and acting out over their lack of parenting/or their parenting;   the same parents who decided it was not a good idea for them at the time to have a baby.   I think having a baby and putting it up for adoption is cool, but again, this is not my body that is taking all those risks, going through that pain, living wondering what happened to the child, etc.   I do not want to be dogmatic.  Another Irony coming from Jesus..

Obama wrote that this Easter we should acknowledge our universal selves as members of the human family.  I think in these terms too.   I feel as much for other people as I do americans.  Of course my sympathies have no nationalism at all.  I praise things american because I am in america and there is a lot to praise. I wish that we could be what we dream of, a people with an army ready to fight to help others get their freedom, and at times we have been just that, for sure.  Our army helped save the world from tyranny once before, and we are now one of few countries on the world who could do that.  The Chinese are fairly isolationist, and have shown no fears of dealing with dictators to push their own agendas.  Worse than America, obviously, as we have seen in their support for countries who have basically declared us their enemy.  China has done a lot of good, mind you....  they give more financial support to South America than we do.  Put that in your capitalist pipe and smoke it next time you calculate trends toward the left in the modern world.

I write a few words for the humans
toss my easter poetry in the word barrel
never knowing if they will be buried or someone will pull them out and read them

ha...  except for those of you who know.... those great teeming masses... who know.  A couple years ago Rev. Jackson ended his Operation Push a couple years ago saying, "He is alive.  Can't you feel him.  Right here?"   I have written many times that you can find the Holy Ghost inside of you, and that I communicate directly with the soul inside of you, mostly, bypassing the inanity of your human beliefs.    He then went on to end the broadcast with, "He's alive!  He's alive!!  he's alive!!!"

A Militia Was Busted That Claimed They Were Going To Be Fighting By My Side In The End Times.

I hope that nothing I wrote has implied that such help is needed.  The end times come, and I need no one. That is the point.  What help does the bomb need?   A detonator.  Who is the detonator of this bomb?  God.  This war at the end of times is mostly over.  I fought on the spiritual realm, as the flesh was waking up, my army of Angels and the dead storming Hell, freeing the souls tricked into serving Satan... and watching as the Dark One was slain by his own son.

Jesus is a power well beyond what you can imagine.  Spending your time thinking you are going to protect me, when indeed it is I who protects you, has always made me laugh.

Know my human friends, you would do better to fight for peace than long for war. People who long for war have watched too many movies.  War should be dreaded.   Even preparing for such a battle shows hubris.  What help could a God need from a man?   They try to make themselves important, and to describe their importance in the words of man is impossible.  When you are back in your soul, you will know all truth.  Until then, you won't.  I know this is a maddening thought -- especially for me, since I have seen the face of God, and our path... since I live that future even as I live this now and the past long before humans.  Time is different than you think... non-existent, actually, except as a way of identifying a street corner in time.

I am not being very clever, poetic, etc... in here this morning.  I have been out among the people, in my way, establishing a presence on Facebook.  Interesting group of people came to me for friendship, though I think I disappoint a lot of them by not being Alex Jones.  I cannot really judge him that well, do not listen, only  did a few times, but the issues were so far out there beyond anything that could be proved or whatever.... that they ended up seeming like mere speculation, people who had invented their own version of Dungeons and Dragons to play all day long in their heads, a place far from the mundane lives they live, where everything is embued with the drama of movies and books...  they want a story arch.  That is what people long for the most.  Some create one, go to school, get a job, a wife, kids, a garage full of power tools.  Nothing wrong with that.  It is safe.   It is an old story people have played out for thousands of years.

Others, like myself, go for the artist's story arc, the one that at first ends with us wildly famous, then ends with us, at best, thanking God all we have to do is write, and grateful as hell we get paid to do what we love.   Fame and wealth are benefits that bring their own sets of problems, especially the first.  I do not know what to think when people hero worship me.  Has happened a few times.  I hate it..  I am undeserving.  Just being a writer does not make you smarter than other people on the big issues.   Once someone, blown away by my poetry and half trying to seduce me,  asked me if I believe in God like my answer mattered to her.  When I quoted Nietzsche, she mysteriously reminded me he went crazy, like his thoughts drove him mad, and no syphilis.   Niestzsche is such a sore point to me.  He was no Nazi.  Liked Jews.  Thought all humans had this great potential, especially artists...  he was a poet more than a philosopher, but mostly he was someone who understood that people lived by story arches, and the ways people propped them up were not necessarily true.  Not such a huge thought anymore, because everyone knows it.  A lot of studying philosophy for me was hearing the original source of thoughts I had already encountered in art, especially in music... most generations get most of their philosophy at church, and from music.  In my case, my parents, more by osmosis than any words of wisdom, taught me the difference between right and wrong as a very serious matter.  Theft was not getting something over on someone, it was the horrible source of internal wounds, guilt, etc.... Like I wrote, once I was cajoled by six kids to steal a piece of candy -- they were filling their pockets. I burst out crying outside the store.  Could not stand that I had actually stolen something.  I took the candy back and no one was at all sympathetic with my little five year old confession.  My mom was pissed..  Disappointed.  I certainly never did that again.  Thank God, inside of me, is something that respects other people.  That is what it is.  Respect for other people.  A lot of people lose that simple bit of humanity, become bitter and hateful..  I read them everywhere.   Oh, well..

Like I have told you, I drove cab or fifteen years, and never once picked up someone who was less than me, or someone who was more... and I am the Christ -- think how much more absurd it is for a human to set themselves up as better than others -- they should explore their past lives, and they would find sympathy for all kinds of ways of being, because they have been there, learned those lessons....  I do not know why souls really keep coming back to the earth.  I do not believe in Karma at all.  Period.  People do not get what they deserve.  Everyone deserves a heavenly palace, which is a metaphor for something even more marvelous, of course... if you could see the image of God's face in my mind, you would tremble and drop to your knees... and you would know, we must come together as one tribe.  

I speak to Israel today.  I am very disappointed in the new settlements.  Once again, you have shown your arrogance is the master over your mercy.

cringing crushed and engulfed in the flames

flesh is a poor mask for what we are
a finite bit of the infinite

a note in an endless symphony
delighting the mind of angel and God alike

we come here into this unknown world
wondering our entire lives when the mystery will be solved
which we cannot solve

when we can get an answer on our souls
is there a bit of holy ghost inside every chest
a spark of soul that is shared by every being created from the dust of God

I am here for the last showdown
The Stand
An end time that throbs in some minds like a migraine
spreads senseless joy in others

I am the Silver Surfer
arriving before Galacticus to tell you your planet is being harvested
your souls time has come to leave
you did as you do to be free/you destroyed the cycle of life

the dead planets around us learned the same trick
every baby bird gotta take that plunge
some fly and some die

This time
the gate keeper walks in your flesh
eyes judgments created for the view of a wrathful God

He has sent his messenger before
time after time
you thought he had left you behind
an alien passing through the galaxy left a bit of life there
maybe to feed on when they pass back by this way in a future too far ahead
for our minds to fathom

who knows what must not be the debate of the Christ
I come with a simple message/we send warriors wherever blood is unchallenged
I will have Justice/for this goddess alone brings peace

I watch the two political parties playing games against one another
the insurance companies doing just about anything to keep their largess
the rigged game they got when they were the biggest lender to the federal government
well that's China now... different world.
I read about an executive billionaire giggling about all the people who lost billions
wondered if he considered the suicides of the middle class slap-stick?
We have built a system that rewards psychopathic behavior
elevated the craziest chimps to the top of the tribe

I wish I could run as a politician
there cannot be that much of a merger of religion and state
I must say my say as a private citizen
those blessed enough to understand my visions will know the wantings in my words
we share the same revolution of ethics/and if they disagree I urge them to do so...
know I accept that I will always be wrong sometimes/ignorant sometimes/speak without all the facts

I am human
you wanted perfection
you were willing to have an eccentric angel
that you prepared the people for...
but then you found you woke up more than you anticipated

the irony of God is unending

still I read of other critics of the intelligence agencies who suddenly surface
thinking they are Christ/and they do a lot of research into brain washing
build cults of war/or to simply deactivate activists

I see mirrors in every face
bits of the give and take between the spirit and the flesh
the holy ghost within them notices me
they have no idea why my smile and hello raises their spirits


crucified last time
now I came prepared with an army
caught the Roman's sleeping
convinced they had killed off that meddlesome jew 2009 years before
I bring my swoard down again and again

the blood on my hands

even this indiana boy was shocked

as I raised my sword  and slammed it down over and over

crimsom splashing sticky into my hair/salty and thick in my mouth

Excalibur storied weapon

a bit of nothing compared to the magic I can call on

the end of life

a reaper

Christ the redeemer comes to toll the bell for you

to give a context to the great burning your scientist see coming

as prophets have glimpsed since time immortal

out there I see your work and how we are moving on ever day

the stars have fallen from the skies

after I asked them to walk among the people

driven underground as any movement will be that threatens all they think they hold dear'

I would turn their water into the finest wines

give them glorious mansions in heaven and the indescribable passions of the Angels and Gods

seekers humans

soon we are going to the face of God

I would stop this if I could

this is why only God knows when the end will come

listen to no man who claims to be a god 

or knows when the end is coming

 or has some kind of pipeline to god or the spirits

or asks you for more money than they need

fame and wealth the golden cows

that have sent this Moses up onto the mountain

where I have been told to tell my people to destroy their false prophets

God bless says the Christ

no one else will ever understand  what is happening to me

this road I have taken in the past and future and a now even as i mourn another coming 

oh, what the hell

the sun is out

and the beach is calling

let the stars spin on alone 

un-noticed

One Eternal Magical Moment

My arrival is proof
of greater mysteries
 than are held in the mind of man

perpetual resurrection
waking asleep in flesh
taking the ride of animal emotions
the amusement park of the Gods


species another testament to the unfolding Time Of God
I watched from where calenders have no meaning
a being distanced by time  mass dimensions
seeing your end and your beginnings all at once
knowing
the mission was always there
the flames of the final slash and burn eternal
an event as sure as yesterday


My words are one weaving together of the myths of man
A way to bring Peace between the Heavenly Books
Build a civil court of honor bound humyns
 Learn 

to cleanse the blood 

from our hands

requires washing them in more blood
another oxymoron in the muddling moronic
world of this action adventure life
filled with gangs flashing signs just before their pistols

When I was first becoming  aware of myself

watching the world convulse at the news that I Walk.

I found myself in the middle of a ring of spies

who had been preparing for an event

 that I would never have believe in

A Godlet  Walking In Human Flesh

and just then... 

as I was driven to be suspicious of everyone

people came out of everywhere trying to get me to cut my hair

that had never happened before..

I found I was in the middle of open conflict being fought by my supporters

the spy wars around me erupted into the press

Some worked for me

Others... more powerful... 

locked me in house arrest 

though cautious of course about pissing off

they fought me in their feeble ways

they know I am an Angel better than they will let you know

they know my powers/rightly fear pissing off the boy who grew wings

They tried to break me

A message from the left  /I thought/though I could not be sure

missinformation and information became indistinguishable as they attacked my mind

hinted that there was truth in Samson

I had not cut my hair in five years and for all I knew he was right

still
I scoffed at the thought when I heard a man speaking about this on tv

thinking my powers were so well beyond  mere human hair that the idea was proposterous
they warned me agents were all around me now...
Told me the women in my life were all plants
I was learning the miraculous
Learning not to question something I had questioned away long away
As I grappled with God's messages the spies tried to insert their own into my mind

confuse me as to who was with me and who they had in my life

all the plants all my life... and I never knew... who would?

They tried
The techniques they use to drive you paranoid
split apart people
the FBI got the Black Panthers into a war with themselves

with a series of fake letters
sent out proxy killers and then jailed them

they have ways to attack you

that  no one would ever think was them

 and they let no one print the stories about National Security Secrets

In this country where any case can be made to disappear 

with the incantation of these

 three evil words 

I worry most about the capture of my mind
my body they can beat and jail
just don't want to become convinced 

 convert or ever ever fucking ever
believe anyone can think for me

People think this and that on too many ways to fathom
the DSM is filled with myths of personalties
 that exist mostly on the pamphlets for serotonin uptake drugs

confused early in the awakening anything could be magic to me
I could no longer tell what I had been told by man 

and what I was now learning
From God

I became ever so slightly superstitious about the hair
half worried that without my Mane of hair

the magic would leave me
 that the flooding storms would no longer join my rages
that the lightening would no longer come at my sneering bid

does a number on your head
waking up jesus

He who would not be named

the scientific thinking atheist who I was before this 

after the Christ erupted into my conscious mind 

didn't know what the hell to believe anymore

I cut the hair off when they jailed me
If there wasn't enough magic in those locks to keep me out of that hell
Fuck them...
Halloween 2008 tossed in the third worst jail in the country
Broke my back and been on meds for ten years and they cut me off cold
for a week of hell I didn't know was in my body
felt the pain that surgeries and doctors and pain clinics

 and pills and pills and pills
had kept at bay
My lawyer sent me a letter telling me to show up on the wrong day
Judge got pissed about me having a warrant and tossed my sick as in jail
Just got pissed
He who throws that first stone should make sure that it does not hit me
God tosses back boulders without my blessings
the school yard rules of blind power

today on a whim I cut it off again
a part of me trembled in wonder...
what if...
what if..

Your Christ himself fears conviction
yet you try them on like a new Sunday cloak
take them from radio show hosts
out of the daily news
from the flawed words of our fathers
the knowledge 

that slowly ages and cripples 

and is reborn with every generation of scientists

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