Classified Doings With AOC And President's and also some People With Real Power. Within reason.

 

 I  should first off say my life is like, the cliche' folks say, a Kafka Novel, though in mine every character is a Judge who does not bother to list any charges, finds me guilty on what the newspaper said that morning... which the intelligence and military community allow.

The only bars I deserve...  are within my own conscious.   You have created bars for me purely out of your HATE for me... or should I say a mask you put on me for a day, the make-up you thought I needed for a show, which was never a fucking show, but an attack... on a seemingly indestructible man, blessed with the knowledge that God was going to make him live through his mission, and that being on this planet meant destroying some of what came before, and creating anew.  

In this time, when the politicians are not even putting up what could be a winning fight, and instead funding more poison being brought into the world, they still must be put to as best use as possible.  This is not something that is going to be stopped.  Fighting this physically is impossible.  The environment itself will fight the oil rigs, and the pipe lines, and...  such actions will force action.

We do not have time to wait it out, have to do what we can, to put off the end as long as possible.  Though I think soon, if some scientific solution is not found and followed soon enough -- they will all be scambling for them in the end.   I write this and think, they are going underground, so many, to try to live out some solution to save the human race.  Someone had to try that, and of course only the richest could do such a thing.  I am not talking tom cruises' five million dollar bunker, but the underground tunnels running all over the states, and the large bases kept there, and how that is organized, God only knows. 

 So many I have met with real power who look at death as nothing.  Just how things operate.  On an industrial scale or death and secrecy that astounds me, if indeed this is all a secret.  From my bubble, I should be more paranoid, not less... another irony of being sane in a geography driven half mad.

How do you prove to people that Jesus is not about money, you tell people to burn some...   especially that he has never seen, nor believes in any more than that my life was turning out sane, that my fame would be a blessing and i was  getting rich, like a guy offered a radio show and to make all his stories into movies.   I was still a mess from that happening.  I said give money, did not even think I had to say to the poor...  Why would Jesus do this, or that, or that...  I kept thinking about that with you.  How can you think Christ would do the things you accused me of ...  and I meant a historical christ, I guess in my head, before I realized more than a couple womyn I talked to on the net thought I was Christ.  

I put AOC up thinking I would just talk about the two incidents below, but I guess there have been others, where at least she knew I support her and her other sane, fearless colleagues for speaking truth within Power.  I told her to her face, "And you, I want you to be president one day, that is what you were designed for."   I said this thinking of the process by which a sane, rational, liberal politician could be chosen, and she herself has proven, to me, the God sent her in my time for a reason, and that is to protect the process of Democracy, until the world is ready to vote her politicians to work with, etc... this will take a lot of teaching to the cult of Trump, though like all cults, it will shatter with his death.  I would usually say they could be brought down, but like Jeffs, the pedophile cult leader, his followers are too far down that synaptic to see any other views...  they can change, thank God.  And will...  he is too old to live long enough to be relevant in AOC's time, except a horrible series of traps that may or may not be there.  

Enlarge the Supreme Court NOW, while there is still time, before flat out fascists use ... oh, they did, with Abortion, against the will of the us population, and showing womyn all progress will be torn away from them if possible.

 

    First let me say the CIA, the Military, various criminal oriented types, various groups who claimed we were in the same 'family,' and indeed any group or spy agencies, even those who later I was involved in fighting,  THEY ALL AT ONE TIME OR ANOTHER SAVED MY LIFE, and I believe this makes you, however perhaps unwitting, part of a Holy Plan, larger than all of us, that has shaken the elite in the states...  I forgive you and gave you a chance to redeem yourself, though I did not expect the vengeance of my God to be so Harsh he hid it from me, knowing I would stop it.

I would like to Particularly thank China, i wanted to seek asylum from them,  when I found out my government was allowing me to be filmed all the time,  sold as pornography, as well as kept broke, and threatened with tortures I could only imagine, yet recognized just enough to know they were created from the images and words said in my life, that meant nothing.....  the misinterpretations, the lack of any honest communications, the keeping me senselessly fighting, lives lost to myths like I wanted people to leap from buildings....

I would never have learned about the race war if I had taken the wonderful job in washington that I lost when,  still thinking a few spies were all that would be watching me, I tried to make a point that if they were going to let me free, than some of my life had to be private.  By then some had filmed me doing this act, talked about it on tv, screamed at me about being a diarrhea dog...  cameras, in bedroom, bathroom, etc...  I did not think these spies were seeing anything new.  Anyone who knows anything about me knows I am not the type to do such a thing.   I still felt alone in my apartment. 

Then all hell broke loose, and the Law I had hoped from the start would come talk to me if there was some problem... puzzled me, that I was supposedly inspiring heinous acts but no one ever talked to me about such things.   Still had no clue how powerful the groups that wanted me to lead them actually were, tricked by what I thought was a jail, when in fact I was a hostage, holding back racists killings or whatever...   I think I know, and I am loyal to all the humyn beings around me, and have reason to believe I may be part of their defense...  Against an attack I would fight with all the Powers of a God on Earth, whether I wanted to or no... is  my fears of God category...  only one there. 

 I also believe the future will need a sanctuary in the midwest for climate refugees, with plenty of fresh water and open to people of all creeds, etcc... and where friendliness is the last commodity left.

The Co-Incindences In My Life... that shaped my Path

    After a shy person, especially about this particular act, humiliated myself by masterbating, a normal human act, done in one of the seemingly worst times in history, and this led to my finding out everyone everyone was watching me.... not just a few.... and that only one in particular seemed to be protecting, though I was worshipped by many who I did not of at the time, and they abandoned me at this time.  I can certainly understand why, and remembering shouting that I would have tried to kill me that very day...  I doubted they could, but....  I would have hated the same media creation that you did.  I do not like cult leaders, and a killer one above the law, protected by guys who the average cop would only mess with to commit suicide...   deserves hate, reaction, fight...  there were other sides of me, I showed at times...  

Still, humiliation would dominate my memories of the past were it not trivial next to the events surrounding the acts I did that were seen by millions...

  There is a tension that has not left me since being watched started, between who I am alone and who I become with others around.  I once rebelled against this, my hatred for a world where I could not delineate friend from foe.

AOC...  I am not trying to make you read other words before I write of our brief, though telling accounts.  She came to me, with Bernie Sanders by her side, the night I realized that I had to strike the spies, who had become accepted in the left.  I did not write about them because I did not wish to offend China, who had been protecting me... this took them totally by surprised, especially because they had just fought and destroyed, and in our world that means destroyed, a group that wanted a theology, which I believe may have been the industrialists who first started this operation, to take over as much of the world as possible with a new Jesus.  

 I said HE IS A GOOD GUY abut Sanders, a communist, who just then were being taken out by a people unmentionable, and told AOC,  I want her to be president one day...  though some things were more important than politics.... this was politics, in a way, but it was mostly about protecting Democracy itself, in a series of civil wars, against threats in the shadow world....  we were fighting to stop a group, that under my guidance had grown powerful... though mostly others..   spies in with the left, in particular the communist party.  The throne I sat on as leader could be used for great good, and we owe our thanks in this country to China supporting me, when we stopped the theology, which is not the first time they have secretly saved this country through trusting me, when my own country did not... even when I returned  presidents to the white house.  We would not have a country today without the blood of a lot of people, and among them have been brave and honorable on all sides.   To harm them took from me my only friend in the world, a man who really got my sense of humor, a brother.   God brought home the actions I take on line, the kills of people I loved, and seem to relate to, leave holes in hearts and lives and minds...  again, when I demanded that I was still the best person to hold my position, I know this surprised many.  I was removing people who had done international crimes against humanity, some...  others who were actively working against the country I always told you I was loyal to, the USA.  A lot of insane shit happened with the military when I was taken as somehow sending them secret messages.  

I would not insult them by thinking I have any right to order them around, in any capacity, and only did when asked absurd questions that I gave a resound NO to...  having no clue how my words effected anything besides a war of words...  that once went awry, in the beginning, when I was brainwashed, people died, this I knew.   I was abandoned by the industrialists when I turned out to be the genie they could not get back in the box... 

March on.  In mind, and body, is about all you have in the end...

 If I had not fallen from my pedestal,  I never would have learned of the race war, or been able to stop this, and later a genocide, encouraged the brilliant people in my local area, who think with their hearts and their heads.  I would have never been interrogated, from which I learned the horror of what was truly going on around me, not the Johnny Pain like jokes I thought I was hearing on the news, though they were really deaths, explained in a voice bemused at times, like when I was told of all these types of pasta, with sauce, were found in a woods.   By then I knew taken to the cornfield, at times, and later the woods...   in too many ways to list.   I do not if everyone who reads this knows more than I, or if I need worry about something being top secret that you broadcasted and I refused to shut my mouth about.  Though now that I know the weight of my words, I am much more careful not to accidently crush someone, again...

I  want to apologize to AOC for the pain my actions have caused her, including though I pray not, fear for Mr. Sanders when I proclaimed the last unmentionable combat, by groups I will never name.   When we went after the Communist spies, which everyone thought I was one, so I held off to the end, after a battle... and we went after the spies.  Fourteen were officially arrested by the FBI, though the operation was too huge to more than decimate, as the army deserved, after the tactics which had been used, which I will not tolerate in soldiers who fight under my flag...  a group of people I consider valuable, and heroes died, because their force threatened that of the USA.   

I seem to have kept the politicians in when better alternatives are available, some think.  In a dream world I would get rid of them and we would bring in scientists to take over the budget, get rid of our nukes, bring our army home and send that amount in aide to help them the citizens to rebuild.  I would have a group trusted to have no political affiliation that would be allowed into any war zone, trading their right to report or judge to be saviors of those who do not give a damn where their next mean is coming from, just so it comes.   Orange.  Showing up as a color that says environmental soldiers of peace, who work with the Blue no matter what color or country they are in.  Protected by their innocence, and pressure from all around the world.

I think often how much stronger MLK was for taking horrible abuse without acting back in kind, then someone who followed their base instincts to fight back.  He proves his non-violence wins in the end.  The films of MLK on the then Pettus bridge changed generations, for awhile.  Now we have generations who deny racism exists.

The ten days of terror between myself and my own soldiers, when the only mercy I gave was a quick death,  the Catholics mass for invalids, had the sentence 'Jesus brings the east and west together,' which I had certainly been doing and still hope to do. The great cardinal who preached to me for a year, also brought up mercy, yet instead of being myself, a fire from God was inside of me...  and blood flowed across this land....  My solace in their becoming ancestors, souls still living, and now advising... to be honored, even if the methods of war they used, had to be stopped by any means necessary, as did the affiliation of the left with traitors.    

  I believe that the means I wish to use are more effective than the violent tactics used in the past.  Masses of people are needed to confront the greenhouse effect, and anything that divides us conquers us at the moment... this is why when they asked me if I was trying to go to war with CHINA, I told them, NO, I want to be friends with China,  Every country has spies and I ended up with these, I spoke of the tactics I particularly objected to on their watch, though much was generated when the billionaires meant to use me, as Jesus in a fascist take over, hidden by a theology...

I found out I still had people watching me what seems like not long ago though a lot has happened.  I am trying to use what influence I have on the issues that are ignored by the politico's most of the time.   They have strictures which demand decorum, some, and while many are the opposite, screaming until the spittle is a stream flowing down onto the speech on the podium.

Time for a break..

they are all so guilty of war crimes that their talk is for the soothing of the evening news not truth

 The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.

Tao

May peace cover the middle east like a cool breeze on a blazing hellishly hot day

May the sound of Angels singing

children's lullabies fill the streets

drown out the wails of the shocked and horrified as they mourn one and all 

as humans

God bring the people together in one your will for Peace

for mercy

may the storms of the aggrieved hearts

 not manifest in the streets

may they mourn without adding more names to the dead

war crimes hidden by the guilt on all 

stealing brothers and mothers and babies

from all sides

Vengeance is Mine Sayeth The Lord.   

NOT HUMANS who feel god-drunk 

On power

true leaders know they owe soldiers and civilians alike

that if they are to fight

they also need to negotiate peace talks

in the name of humanity

because peace always follows war

fi

the Simpsons 023 opener was about me... all lies.

       

Before I get to talking about the simpsons...   I need to speak of the fasting I went thru and finally had a true conversion....  visions of all kinds...  a narrative that made sense to me in my dream.

 My appearance changed to skeletal, and I had no desire to eat.   I was smoking weed and cigars, occasionally having a bit of something, though often going two or three days without food  To describe all the visions, after the way my words have been taken out of context and in placed in contexts and contexts and...   an entire caste of a villainous visage to some. and many I would have agreed with on putting a stop to me...  is not meant to provoke anger or hate of any kind.

I start once again biographically, going back to ten years ago, or so...  before I was told a bit of what was happening, though unsure as hell my place in the world.   Back then,  My ignorance was taken a shallowness, that was not a part of me before feeling like I was at war with a world..   I did not feel worshipped, I felt like my life had been into a surreal experience....   then, ten years ago,   I see myself laughing along with what I thought were sick jokes, until I heard someone talk about killing people with blue eyes and realized they were serious.   I freaked out.  The last way in the world I would judge someone would be their eye color.

  I did not know about your groups then, or my position, etc...   another situation, I just happened to end up in, that ended in my staying away, totally distrusting the one group I identified because they were one that contacted me.

I think of this period a lot because from that writing a group waited ten years to act, plotting and training, after I had sent them home.  I felt that had ended.   By then I knew there was no group that I was going to join without knowing a lot about them, because some acted in ways I would stop, not go along with.   did not mind being associated with China, they had helped me out when all I wanted was the truth, for you to stop watching me, torturing me...  breaking International Laws of Human Rights, again, in my life.   And I am grateful to them for all I learned from their culture, their political system, etc...   I was placed in a position where just what I feared, creating a throne, and then leaving it to someone I could not trust.  I chose to destroy those, as much as possible, who were threats to the federal government.  I also hoped to take a pirates tax on billionaires.  Just a dream to me...  that the right amount went to proper charities, oxfam, doctors without boarders, amnesty international, environmental groups, bringing the unions back to their Woody Guthrie roots.

In my ignorance, 14 years ago John Stewart, the dear man, said something about how I was just reading conspiracy theories...  well, I was seemingly living one, and thought someone would write about it, and got bits and pieces here and there.   But the real game was elsewhere, you were fighting, living underground, and my God all the suffering...  I would have delivered you from had your leaders or whoever merely asked me, rather than believing they understood what my actions were.  

 During the time I spent all those years, looking through conspiracies, and I came back with Operation Bluebeam, but it is much more than I know to this day, and I read everything on the topic, even the obvious disinformation.   There is however enough truth there, the UFO appeared at O hare airport, in o six and is in Wikipedia and my Jesus was brainwashed into my head...  destroying a person they did not know, to create a creature they could not control, a man who did not want to be worshipped, let alone by closed minded people, or religious fanatics.

  I remember the joy of my dream of Jesus coming back and my Joy and imagine that long, complex dream came to me to show me how some of you felt, at first.   God does not waste the most minute of matter.  Your pain will make sense or be gone from your mind altogether, as in my dreams of pre-birth, which haunted me while I was still sleeping in a crib.   I remember not being tall enough to reach the top of the playpen like crib.  Other things piled up over the years, mystical happenings, though I found ways to discount them until there was no way anymore to find room in a scientifically oriented mind to dispel them with anything more than willful ignorance.

Others were terrified.  I was called a Slut once, when forced into being homeless....  I wrote characters on line, that did not really add up to my behavior.   In university, for awhile, at one school, I was in the feminist philosophers crowd, brilliant group, and a lot of Lesbians.  I called myself bi sexual around them, but my interest was always with the women around me.  I was in a relationship when this started and that seemed to be ignored by the media, like I would just leave her.  I had no clue what was going on, other than I was mentally out of it, ending up in emergency wards all the time, hearing the radio talking to me, trying to help me, I thought.  I believe at times they were, people who believed very different than myself, I could have found common ground.\

I thought the last few years you had stopped watching me, wore a smock for two weeks, did not talk to you, etc....  Then Supernatural came through for me, in some ways, but I did not take them seriously...  in some ways, and in others, their criticism of me was rightful, or taught me something.  Most shot over my head.  Odd, just before this last bout of my realizing I am Internationally Famous, I was so depressed, I was wiping my seeping nose on my shirt.  They opened the show with Sam coming down the steps, wiping his nose.  I saw Ackles on tv live one day and he knew I was watching and was nervous.  They went through hell during this perhaps, I don't know how these things work.   I do know their last show seemed to teach me something I needed to know.  And shaped my thoughts, hopefully correctly.  The Boys is what we always called Supernatural, and I like that show as well.

  I am always interested in the myths I sent out to cover the real me, who is slightly embarrassed by being very scientific yet religious.  Taking little on faith, and having been rewarded by miracles and wonder.  And the power of God, the Hand of God, sometimes holding a sword.... sometimes a pen.   Now,  I wish to touch my heart in a gesture of respect and love. My visions led me to love, and ancestor acknowledgment, not worship, and one God who does not care which name is used for a creature to huge to be reduced into words...   who some say spoke only two words directly to humanity, I AM.   This was about all God can get across to humans, and we can feel God, of course, anywhere, anytime, we are lucky enough, or seeking it in Mass or Mosque or Temple.

  I had no idea where my journey would lead to Love for all people, as an ideal that I can achieve by seeing a world of struggling souls, with behavior that I have to confront, because I am one of those people who cannot walk on by.....  , though allowing anger against injustice... this is in my DNA and I act upon it at times.   all our ancestor's at  least.  With the living some will hate the person for their behavior.  I been there.  No one should take the past hatreds in my writings to apply, except for a few.  I do not hate rump.   I hate where he is leading some of my fellow citizens, who are a bit easier to con.  The people a carnie can see a midway off, and gesture them over, get the guy to buy a fifty cent teddy bear for a hundred and fifty bucks worth of whatever game they gave him to play that night.  My prison schooled, pistol carrying, pot selling cab boss, who owned six and they had an old barn for the garage, spent his young, post-prison time as a carnie, tall, dark and handsome, and drunk, he got married upon impregnation.   I digress, and not.  

I wonder do the people who knew me growing up know about my being a star?  Or are their watchers and real players.  I cannot be paranoid enough in life.  Most error the other way... I should have been paranoid from day one, but I did not see nor believe the madness hinted at in the first days of this campaign.  I cannot    at times feel like where this has all lead, to me covered in blood not just spilled others, which I could be self righteous about, or at least know that my I would not have done what you did, and would do whatever I could in the future to stop racism from being another way humans are divided and conquered, while still understanding that a fire in your house needs to be put out.  Like gun deaths in our cities.  There are experts who know many ways to work on the root problems, and solve problems non violently and forever.    To  degree, of course.

The biggest surprise I had during the visions was seeing ancestors of all races and times and recent ones and old ones.   Sparks of light at times, others the forms of humans, depending on what they were conveying, for example, like once a dead man was shamed and sent far away from the elders and those who knew them, a type of shunning.  This was not as bad as the later visions of being in Hell on good friday.    I could explain at length the seeming coincidence involved in getting me a certain bit of information at exactly the right time.  And have been in the best tried, my best, to shine a bright light in darkness from which I rose.  To shine so bright no shadow existed.

Instead I starved myself, to the point where the priest who does mass on television told me I had to eat, and I told him that I was seeking a Holy Vision, and until when it came...   I started believing that I could harness love, from some distant point straight out from my desk, and bring that love, Pure God, into this world, and then use the persons heart, who I would use passerby's, to send love all the way around the world.  I made them a conduit, imagining their hearts passing the love around and I would wait until I could see it go around the world.  I imagined, as many have before me, that sending out good vibes or whatever might help, on some plain misunderstood, unrecognized, and most certainly underestimated might help.  I believe God assembled molecules to be manipulated, on up to hands that produce force are what is important, not the words surrounding it, the politics.  

My journey was effected by being watched and realizing this meant a lot to some people.  I tend to underestimate myself, let alone other people's knowledge, or reactions to me.  But the religion came true, and I would not lie, by then, about spiritual ,matters.  Too many supernatural occurrences were happening around me to be ignored.  Most important, others were reacting to my life in ways I could not anticipate, though I learn.  I did not know before, which is why I am reluctant to return to the written page.  But before, I thought this is what you judged me by, then I discover, No, you are always watched, an international superstar with the stamp of approval of various folk, at various times, to the point where to this day, other than acting by my morals, I have no idea who anyone thinks I work with...  but there are many of you.  Many at times when I was paraded around as some god emperor, or a -porno star...  which is the humiliation it took for me to find out the whole world, everyone in tv, would see into my apartment.  I masterbated to say to the spies, okay, leave me alone because some of my life is x rated.  A last fuck you to the people who made my life hell, I thought...  

I learned quick about the factions then...  I do not wish to tread any further into that swamp, out of fear of stirring up bodies to the surface. ...   and my ignorance is such that even approaching this topic is pointless.

Now is what matters.  In this limited context, to be all post modern.  I keep thinking after that damn simpsons shit, where they tried to smear me, knowing I am against their racist, propaganda thrust, and billionaire, right wing philosophy...  once I trusted them, before I knew different stations had much deeper affiliations than I knew, like NBC, a racist network that pretends to be liberal... there are no liberal racists.  Liberal.  Other rumoured to be this or that...    They made like the very power I had no desire to hold onto when others needed it, or could use it to better the world, for all people, which I tried to give away, was something I coveted.  I know how 'thorny' the whole crown thing can get -- a pun intended, I guess you have to write with literacy being what it is -- mine, the possible readers of these words.

The Simpson episode, told Homer that the nuclear plant was no longer in control.  Benny, the token black guy, is handed over real control of the nukes.  They refer to my stopping another, yes another.... genocide against the blacks.  The people who work with me took action when I learned of this and said, 'If  my commanding officer ordered me to n International commit a crime against humanity, I would kill my superior and assume command.'   This was enough somehow to stop this action.  I am thankful to all of you who made that possible.  During all this I had more power than I wanted, and democracy is everyone having a word in how things are done, without billionaire gateways, or religious fanaticism...   I told you from the start that I would elevate those you looked down on.  And I have.  I want power in the right hands.  All people... I believe strongly however that black brown Asian native americans...  anyone with white privilege needs to back off, mostly, to allow the truths of the working classes to come to light.  life is not a competition.  People make it into one...  and others suffer.  

So the simpsons has homer become a cross walk guard, the orange movements, like extinction rebellion fall under this category...  since homer has lost his power he becomes a cross walk guard, then takes over the town, and federal government comes in to stop him.   Fox and Murdoch are evil, and prefer an aristocracy, as the rich basically have at this point.  The entire idea of Orange is not something I am leading, or wish to.  I merely wish to use what power I have accumulated to help them, as long as they are non-violent.  the simpsons of course were in on this from the start, as was their cartoon line-up.  

As far as me and peace.... general Butler became a scorned peace activist after he exposed war was a racket making money for a few people at the top, for the benefit of the rich.  He spent the last decade of his life giving speeches.  I don't know if I have that long, but my God has kept me alive through too many things that killed everyone else that I know I am in this mortal body for a pre-ordained reason.  I do believe that time is nonexistent.  A construct, or a cocoon, or...  who knows...  not me. 

The simpsons and so much of the tv and movies are absolute cia creations, to create a mentality, a divide and conquer amongst the people, etc.  the extensiveness of this plan is outrageous to me.   

Only now that I know more can I finally settle down into thinking that does not involve fight or fight.... my version of fight or flight.  I know how to avoid fights and do when I am not being attacked or the country is having to deal with a foreign country with enough power to take a president out  of the white house.  I quite intentionally destroyed the power I had accumulated, as much as possible.  I could never trust the movement I had dreamt of, a peaceful movement shutting down this country, putting pressure on big business, and many other things.  I never contemplated violent revolution, anymore than I contemplated being worshipped.  By hiding from me what was truly happening, the us and whoever was in charge, made a mistake that will echo throughout all the known.  they failed.  their fate is up to a higher power than me.  i could give a shit about revenge.  Certain people still irritate me from that era, though i feel great sorrow for most.  the tv and movie stars i slam are metaphors.  i am glad home alone boy is okay, though i remember that look of hate on his face, and thought about the racism of the dogs, and hoped he was killed over it...  at the time.   I still have little idea what cats and dogs are.

Recently, I saw a group of activities throwing a can of tomato soup on a van gogh of wild flowers.  This triggered in me my original dreams, the reason I started all this, which was to protect the environment.  I became lost in the maze, lied to at every turn.   I did not trust those who were my 'friends' or helpers and soldiers for a bit, though I believe they did a good turn for their country, I have no way of knowing...  then words spoken unthinkingly, took on a new meaning....   I do not wish to go to war with anyone ever again.  Not my choice.  

Now  I pray my condition is being met, that Orange will remain non violent, and a friend of the police.  Seeing them in the larger context, they are not enemies, and fighting them will do the movement harm, not good.  I always said the cops needed to be on the strikers.  I said they are union when people asked why I supported them.  I did not realize, again, there were groups.  Now, though, the Orange and Blue can work together, to keep marches peaceful, and bring out the kind of crowds that feel safe with their babies in carriages.   A time to work together to organize, and work  together to vote in democrats, who can at least be evolved into a party that will tax the rich...  not to mention, as reverend, I am appalled by how the republicans went around to evangelical churches and got their vote, in private meetings with the star himself, the man who would get rid of abortion, or get them a private jet, whatever they wanted he would promise it, like jailing that Hillary...

The visions took a change when my hatred for bob dylan, who wrote a few songs slamming me for something that I was finding out about in the song.  The intelligence agencies and their games is how it hit me.  Blamed again over a cult I knew next to nothing about, and a church I disbanded the day I found out about it.  I said not to worship me.  BUT A CLICHE Jesus had been shoved into your head.  You expected biblical catastrophes while you ignored the Greenhouse effect, bringing on the end of the world, while blaming the whole thing on God, and how he was coming for a select few, depending on which religious  box you check for your drivers license ID.

I will return to these visions, write them out narratively in order...  as much as I can remember them that way.... the highlights were amazing at the time, though almost too much is lost in the translation to repeat however much I will try to describe my actions.  God never spoke to me during this period, told me what to do, etc...  I reacted to what was thrown at me with a gut reaction, and mine are moral, and seek Justice those few times in life it is possible, and worth the bother....   mostly I wish to end conflict.   My visions surprised the bejeezus out of me when Ancestors began arriving.   First,  I saw the people, as sparks, all over the planet, when I realized they were ancestors, then, after some interaction between us, and my experiencing more feelings like I knew people from past lives, of course the famous people I was being exposed to....  parables, metaphors, allegories.  Or not...  in my cosmology I believe my God revealed these things to me after much searching, self sacrifice, brokenness and a need to crawl across a few miles of glass before I would stand again, humbled and hardened and bleeding from a thousand cuts, that would have killed any creature on the planet except I.  This creature God smiles upon me, knows I would allow no one else to go through this pain, or trust with your might upon this planet, where power leads so many astray, chaining them forever to the material, not even developing the portions of their brain that grow by cultivating religion...    I feel undeserving, always, before the Creator's might... though I also do not believe he would give me awesome powers for the purposes of wars.  I have proven that wars I fight in win when the purpose is true to God, and the Golden Rule -- once I would have said, The Golden Rule, from a caress to a kill, and lived that a few times, on a scale kept from me, though I am told immense,  a few numbers in the piles that represent all who died during my life, in this vortex of mine.

Seventeen years ago I told you, I am in a circle, and all who come at me will end up dead bodies around me... and the pile will grow so high, that I look up and see only a bit of the blue sky above the rotting bodies stacked around me.   This has come true. 

 I had no idea how my words were being used by churches and countries and...  whomever was involved in this grand plan, where they scrambled my mind, the one I worked on all my life to enrich my creativity and learning and self growth, and implanted a Holy Man, who may have been there anyways...  an event that displeased God, as I have told you mistreating me will, and that you will pay regardless of my prayers, often in this life.  You claim to have cut off my wings, and the year of radioactivity makes sense in this context, when I was five, and came out with scars on my shoulder blades, but none in my lower back, where the problem was.  I know you have heard this so many times over the years, but I write what I doubt though kind of believe..  Though it does not matter, like any of the spiritual writing in thie blog, on one level, and that is that I remain fact based, and science is guide most of the time.