working on the books

They expect me to make little changes and additions to the book that are very timeconsuming. WHENEVE4R I COME IN here to blog I feeln like I am wasting time.

Sorry. I will have this done in a few days. I have a ton of new jesus poems to put up, which are basically revolutionary poetry.

Finally we got the cable and the internet and the phone all back. Since moving all broke this has been a slow process. The tv is my freind. I do love them. I have to remember however that this computer is where my mission lies.

Go in Justice, even if you have to fuck something up.

various waking up jesus poems

WAKING UP JESUS...

i AM...
I have returned from death to teach the ways of Total War For Total Peace!
I am God's carress and his sword ... which will you becon from the Son of God?



merlin cut himself in specks

fed himself to u

he is now inside you

seize his magic

hold on for DEAR LIFE

PRAY TO THE MAD MAGICIANS' VOICE IN YOUR HEAD

MAKE IT MIGHTY AND STRONG

a blood soaked arthur is rising

there are many ways to die

and only ONETO LIVE


just simply

forgive


This is the book you have been waiting for... the new words of GOD. This time around I am not sitting in a church dictating to the world petty ways of being meant to ease your judgement before God. No, this time around Judgement Has Come....

THIS TIME AROUND


--------------------------------------------------fat daddy o 's

you left us STARVING too long
we learned to play our hunger like a symphony

HEAR THE THUNDER OF OUR DRUMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


God has awakened me from my sullen human sleep. I am here to bring world wide peace by any means necessary -- even war.

I WANT A PEACEFUL REVOLUTION AND I WANT IT NOW. WE MUST USHER IN A THOUSAND YEARS OF PEACE BEFORE THIS SPECIES WILL BE ALLOWED OFF THIS PLANET.


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I wrote the below PARAGRAPH a year ago and set off a revolution that you may or may not have heard about.... or were lied about. Certainly they are now trying to keep me a secret now that they know the true heart o the Son Of God; I was portrayed in your bible by easily researched pagan myths. I will tell you the real story here. You will find that the blogs at the top take place during my house arrest. When I move into the blogs when I was running the revolution, and driving the us government crazy, I give them a bit of context. This will be a book for sale within th next week or two.

-------------------------------------------------Please picture yourself walking through a brisk winter morning in 1775 Boston, going to a friendly pub for an eye opener and a bit of breakfest.. you pay heavy taxes and don't even get a decent wooden sidewalk over the muddy streets. You've been feeling sick of the world for sometime, but what could one person do??? If you spoke up they would throw you in a crazy hospital or jail or worse.... but on this fine morning you see on the walls and poles and doorways, someone has snuck in during the night and put up broadsides calling for a revolution. You read the words and they stir you like a lover. You go home and get your gun, head out into the field...inspired finally to be free. The free you have dreamt of... you lust to finally fight off the oppressor's so your children can live in a truly free land.---------------------------------------------

God has awakened me from my fleshly sleep. The Time Of His Judgement Is NOW.



Theories flew. Is it an alien? Is it here to destroy the planet? Is it a Syrian Terrorist? Is it displaying the powers of heaven or hell? A Christian Alarm Clock Calling From some holy war against the Muslims? A secret Weapon of a secret cabal? A CIA mind control experiment gone awry?

Others began to know...Have visions...Feel me!!!!!


...mankind has conspired around me since my birth as a flesh bucket of kingly blood... the world took up notice when a boy in Garrett, Indiana began to grow wings... they kept this all a secret from me. You will see as I tell my story the chaos my presence has brought across the usa, the world, and indeed, the souls of humynkind.


Some think I hearald armaggedon and final judgement, scrambled to meet my needs, at first... Until I convinced them that the Spirit Who Walks becomes a man to be a man, not a God, and I would not allow them to give me a crown and a throne, as they believed the bible prophesies.

When I refused to be a puppet in the vatican's show... how delighted they were to announce my arrival... THEN I said that I was here to criticize firs, to rebuke before offering forgiveness... and they scattered. The Pope's belief is part of what melted my own scepticism... though barely, and God had/has thrown more evidence into my life unbidden.... like a bomb tossed into the mentality of who I was before the emergence of Savage Grace.

I am different than the one you know, and similar. Most of my story has not been told... you see, I am not the elitist for the saintly that I have been made out to be... I have lived every religion, been man and women, have kept myself masked as I herded my flock toward the minute gate into the Father's Kingdom. In these, the blessed thousand years of promised peace, I am here to bring justice... before that peace.


This story is being written a year after some of the events. I have tried to give a little context over the verses where they were needed. I encourage you to understand I was an agnostic artist, dope smoker, sexual swinger at times... no one who even believed in Christ.


In fact, I thought religion was like a virus. Then God sent an angel to wake me up, and the words that he tells me will be the new bible... gave me visions of his face in my dreams, and powers here on earth that astound me -- I can call on storms, lightening, floods, fires and soldiers to do my bidding. All glory to the father, who has sent his son accross immeasurable time and space and dimensions to gather the souls who wish to make the cosmic journey to heaven by my side. I believe that all religions can lead to God, and make no judgements that one is better than the other.

I do despise the way some religions are used, and I find them all too exclusive. I fought my way into hell and Satan and His demons cried like babes when I offered them forgiveness for alleigence. Now they bow before me... when you learn their story, you will see why I even have to forgive the angel I have warred mightly against in heaven... where I have now won. I command the dead.

These words are meant to show you God, not me.... all glory on to the Father.

In his name, I write this story of an agnostic writer wrestling with the implications of finding out the pope and the president and countless others believe he is the CHrist... and then God himself shows me his face, and commands I do his will. This is a story for athiests and religious people and everyone in between... you can choose which songs to listen to by scrolling to the bottom of the blog...

Go in justice seeking rightous peace... for this is


TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE!!!!!





I
AM

THE HAND


OF GOD





Tuesday, July 15, 2008
i am going to a steely concet tonight

going out into public
makes me feel watched

the last time I went to chicago theater
they seated us first
then kep the seats ahead of us empty for a few minutes
I figured they were thinking I was going to do something

seth has been with me since we settled our little dilemma
he thought I was afraid of blood

my attack showed him my eye is on my mission

NO ONE CAN STOP ME


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Monday, July 14, 2008
the cross


the unwelcome Christ
drifts through another day
in his gentle prison

he is allowed to leave his house
travel the city

security is tight
they watch him all the time
know when he is awake/who he calls/emails

they call those he names
make sure they know that the Christ has Chosen them

The cabal keeps him sated
He has a woman, pets
they keep him poor enough
that travel is out of the question

He is not the Christ of old
living homeless and hungry
as He awaits his date with Calvary

God has made him a warrior
killing with cryptic words
that send his forces out to make another heart-attack
cause a cancer
create a car accident
a suspicious fire burns across this planet

in the flames you hear the laughter of God
as his bloody welcome is given to his Children

the God who created the kill or be killed
eat or be eaten
world

exists beyond your pain
seeing you now and as you will be
the pains of this life are subsumed in the Glory of The To Come

the mythic journey through the stars
back to the father's side

you will hear tales of my heroic's along the way
I am nothing except a creation of the Father
nothing to celebrate or pray to or respect
any more than any working man doing a job
with the same feeling that he would rather be home

the silent among you are truly in control
not the voices you hear on the news

there is a greater ruling class
a coven of allegiences that try to keep the american experiment alive
by decieving the masses
by distrusting anyone other than themselves

I have shown the world their faces
dragged them out of the shadows
into the court of opinion

I awoke from amnesia in an Illegal House
I did not know...
I went along with them because they were offering me my dreams
like all evil folk
they lied to me
then tried to make me act the fool for the radio
i WENT ALONG to be funny
different
ground breaking

and we were
I wanted to use any scrap of fame I got
to help the people
to push for my causes
I wanted wealth to give it away

I cannot accept blood money
let them pay me off for their trickery
pretend that a few green backs
hold any worth
that equals my suffering in their hands

God himself fed me my inspiration
when such a one as He tells you what to do
there is no choice involved

he provided me with the opportunity to preach, act, write
the revolutionary movement that will take this country
this world
the space explorers
to the point where the good of all
is no different than the good of the one


You will die
some of you will stay by my side above
some of you will come back into life
warriors
sleeper agents for God
the evil among us
now hungry for redemption
to stay true to the simple god given laws
of their genetics

I will begin teaching them to use their powers

None will eclipse my own
for reasons that should be obvious to all of you
I have a dream of peace
from the Father
The path to heaven in my mind
the face of God hovering over me
an army of angels
the dead ready to do my bidding
in this world and beyond

I am at your back
raising my sword
to either fight off our enemies
or take you head



Sit in Chicago on a perfect day
the kitty-bum Buk curled up beside me
slighty touching my thigh with his warm paws

the husky lays in the doorway
half illuminated by the golden sun

the illusion of peace is complete

I read of the war zones
trying to see the best way out
read of al queda regrouping in Pakistan
how they won't let the Marines hunt them down

I want Peace without appeasement

yet I can see them there
calling on the youth to use their juice to fight in a holy war
everyone wants a holy war


all war is unholy
we fight the unholy to stop war

Some must fight
so that their loves can live
the unfortunate left overs of chimps trying to dominate the tribe
get the best fucks, the juiciest fruit...
how pathetic to be arrogant
in your pitiful state

man I have said that my dog is better than any human
when I said this I meant they are more blessedly living
than man

they would be just as cruel with our cranium
just as fucked up by their instincts
as they try to gather into civilizations

our soldiers are not feeling like they are fighting a holy war
though if they knew the future that the Taliban would bring
they would be volunteering for suicide missions

I will not allow any fundamentalists
even christians

to tell everyone else what to do

to jail the children of the night



I decame in the America's for a reason
they are the most powerful country in the world
the exact opposite of being stoned by the crowds as I struggled
to keep the heavy cross on my torn and bleeding shoulders

This time He let me be ready
sent me to stop the heresy
to destroy the idea that the last prophet has come and gone
no religion can afford to ignore me
they will change
to fit into the world we will offer

or we will free their children from the grips
of certain generations
stop their cultural pollution BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY

MY WORDS ARE THE FUTURE
YOU WOULD ALL HEED WELL TO GO ALONG
WITH THE FUTURE
INSTEAD OF FIGHTING FOR A CRIPPLED PAST

you wonder why I like the Mormon's?
For the same reason I like the Catholic's...

they believe in revelation
All humans are capable of being contacted by angels
given truths for how people should live
the mormons keep this tradition alive

I do not ignore things like they take more prozac in salt lake city
than anywhere else in the world

they have to loosen up
quit thinking that they have the exact method to raise humans
they raise carbon copies of themselves
children who parrot what was known
rather than seeking a new language that synthesises
all that the future offers

even new cultural truths
this God doesn't give a damn if a girl is a virgin
I prefer experienced lovers
I think kids should have sex
I am glad that I did
however... no adult should touch them
in their time of innocence
their heart and groins should be their guide

pretending they are not supposed to be sexual
sends them the wrong message
creates these fetishes and phobias
we make our children like priests
with no sexual outlet

so many myths must be deconstructed
torn apart
thrown onto the ash heap of history and burned

we should all be smoking weed
instead of drinking

everyone knows this
except those too straight to explore the wilder sides

I have always felt like an artist
a watcher of human kind
a man who wanted to evolve into the best he could
now the best I can be is too awesome to hold in my head

I asked loyd the underground agent once
what I was
he waved his hand in front of his face saying
"You are... oh, what you are... you're ... Christ."
He was always avoiding my questions
offering me only the information he wanted me to get

told me they would jail me if I went after the Hell's angels
stop me if I left town

He is the only one who has approached me with full understanding
last time I saw him he had lost 40 pounds and was a wreck
told me, as others have, "They've been coming down on me
pretty hard."

The oddest part of this is that my main goals
have been reached
the president acknowledged the greenhouse effect
the country is about to elect a liberal
and find out how much better off they are

the kids have been activated as voters
the culture has come together to put a black man
at the helm

I have become famous with the people who matter
and have kept at least the illusion
that I am living like a man


I remember when this was starting
and I became convinced I would become wealthy beyond my wildest

the power of money hit me hard
I wanted things I had never considered buying
became the creature I have despised

went into the hospital and they wiped my personality away
took out the Hitler is how they explained it on the radio

the Hitler... there is no Hitler in me
I drove cab for fifteen years and never picked up anyone
who I was better then
or anyone who was better

I do not think in terms of heirarchies
I am not impressed by accolades
I am curious and open with people
yet respectful of their privacy
I treated everyone the same in my taxi
and people noticed
I was tipped incredibly well at times

There was also my dark side on display as I drove
I was fierce in the face of challanges
Never Backed Down... unless it was just stupid to continue

one night a woman grabbed the money
I had in my shirt and bolted
I ran her down
and she made it clear I would have to beat her up
to get my money back
I returned to the cab
took another order and tried to forget about it

I was always in the face of some asshole
never let people treat me like shit
without giving them a sting back

I understand the thirst for vengence
there are many who still bring up hate and disgust in my mind

I tell myself this is a behavior
not the intrinsic being
that there is a soul in all trying to steer
the flesh by the whispers of the Holy Ghost
The Christ inside all of you

still I would kill relentlessly if I thought it would help
if I did not know the collaterol damage
includes everything I love

My Powers are too huge for my consciousness
most of what I do with the weather comes from
a place in my mind where words are meaningless

I experimented to find out what could be done
and the destruction was awe inspiring
waves of tornados came at the bidding of my spinning fingers

like the flooding of Chicago when I thought they had killed M

I wonder sometimes if I was told all that has happened in the last two years
if my rage would destroy the world once and for all

I PRAY ONTO GOD FOR THE FORGIVENESS I ONCE FELT
THE GRACE

the savage is pacing back and forth in cell
roaring in the night
gently crying as he see's the faces of the oppressed on the moon





I keep my mind on the mission
trying to win the alleigence of the lost
to bring together the unstoppable power
of the masses
to enfranchise the forgotten

the gangs are needed in our army
we must offer them the mercy
one gives misguided children
before the leaders are all jailed
and forced to believe some religion
they have made up to enforce discipline

manipulating the impulses of the young
toward wanting to live gloriously
in the eye of God
not the eyes of their gang
president
priests
or parents

He exists
I have seen him
experienced the miracle of his presence
for months on end

When I was driving cab
I used to have conversations with God all the time
I believed in Karma then...
kept doing good deeds and seemingly reaping the benefits
then something terrible would happen
for no reason I could see
no sin of mine...

NO ONE IS TO BLAME
EVERYONE WAS INNOCENT ONCE
AND WILL BE INNOCENT AGAIN

ASK THE MURDERERS MOTHER
ABOUT THE GOOD IN HER SON

TENS OF THOUSANDS OF PRISONERS WERE TOO WASTED
WHEN THEY DID THEIR CRIME
TO EVEN REMEMBER THE NIGHT

the religions of exlusion
must be stoppped
opened up
examined
Holy Books like the Koran speak the ways of Peace
and War

written by men
trying to scribe the visions of God
in a language the people of his time understand
suiting the needs of a past long swept away by the wind

the place for the fundamentalists
is the same as the amish today

I apreciate the need to live simply
if this makes them happy
then let them b

Yet when they take the youths and teach them to hate
the very freedom that would bring Liberty to them
when they are told that church and state are the same
When the ministers tell the people that they know all
they are mocking God

No Man knows the best way for all to live
Diversity is the joy of God

I have preached to all religions that remain
been there and done that as a Muslim
in the time when they were the best religion on the planet

They are now as great as many others
No better or worse than the Bible Baptist Church
in Auburn Indiana
where I was offered a relationship with a deity
I stopped believing in at some point
what an irony?

I would have expected one such as I to rise from a church
I see now His Wisdom in making me a writer on the web
where I can reach all people
I have never liked preaching to the choir

I aam sickened by the Challanges I throw out daily

Sick of being a critic
Sick of pissing off people

My will is not as important as His
As long as He feeds me words
I must be the Praxis between God and Man
no matter how uncomfortable I am with talking to people about this

One Flew Over The Cuckoo Nest
that is me
the indian who has smashed out the window
and found freedom

My mother took me to this film alone
my brothers still too young
though we had all read the book
She is so wonderful
the childhood she tried to give us shines at moments
jewels in my memory that remind me that children still feel this way


Ossama was a wonderful child once
a brilliant man
a thoughtful leader with the instincts of a seasoned warrior
Now he and his kind have grown arrogant
as has all mankind

Once I was filled with such passion
that I felt I should be the one who went to war
to save the troops from having to fight
nuclear bombs would be kinder

When I began to see how I could be used by the military
I had to trust my instincts
believe that the soldiers would keep their creeds
yet I knew that war is a law unto itself

the cross
this time is information
questions

being alive and wondering
where I will be most useful

Humans who manipulate others
are an affront to God
we must find a way to stop the schools in the middle east
from teaching hatred for the red, white and blue
to do this we must change

America is about Change



































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Saturday, July 12, 2008
we live in a cage of bookmarks

look at your bookmarks
if they are anything like mine
they tell the tail of who we are

the newspapers we believe
the comedians who make us laugh
the music that inspires

for every truth there are twenty lies
obscuring everything until the lie becomes as sensible as the truth

when more people believe the big con
than are free to be witting...
the Big Con will continue
with most all of the world
the marks
of a few
amoral carnies

look at Bush scrambling to take out large
swaths of nature with him