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.

Surveillance

 

Wild wild animals 

feral, hating the sight of me.

Seen behind torturous eyes

looking out at me from my tv.

Sometimes seems like my captivity and kidnapping and illegal jailing

is amusing.   Just what I deserve for not going along with a coup,

set up by industrialists over a hundred year ago.

or

something else

Too vile for horror

Films that took place.

My sorrow seems

insulting to offer perhaps.  

I have no way

Of knowing

hints I get of a story too dark to tell another.

 Your smile says my story is amusing to you

I think as I listen to psychotic words

of mass murder...

shown by a story of macaroni of all types found in a gorgeous woods.

 Odd enough to make the news

smiling he says, "They even have the ones that look like a wheel."

and how one piece of a macaroni

in the pile of all sorts of pasta in a woods

is shaped like a wheel.  

They made me 'the car' in a race I know

Little about. 

In a commercial that went away/along

with others...  like the one saying 

together we can accomplish something one alone cannot.

 I think about what is most vital and I believe that is focusing the FORCEs  this event we know will produce the Greenhouse effects.  er the world believes

sometimes newscasters look at me with fear when I watch them

others make money --- I was sold as porn

when I asked for privacy by  reminding you some of life

is X Rated -g- meaning quit watching

you began killing

ran from me 

when a few simple words would have saved what millions.....

over  and over you simplified me into a comic book villian

thinking your lies would never be dragged into the light.

No  one  in this world of mine feels real.

I am going to create a sanctuary

in Chicago 

for the grandchildren of babies being born today.

If I can.   I will reassure them 

of the existence of a soul

that no judgement falls on them

for this dying planet.

Try  to speak simply

more worried about being understood by all

than any literary eloquence 

      

                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

Wrath

 I have never quite known all that was done to my mind.  However, anyone who looks at my behavior during the decade or so after should be able to see someone was going to great lengths to destroy my life.  There was the classic brainwashing, however I went manic, and started writing religious poetry just days before that... From people telling me they were taking Hitler out of me, making jokes about it on the radio show.  I wore a borrowed brown hoody and people thought I was a Nazi.  I had no idea they had any power at all anymore?  Let alone different colors meant different things.

They call  this A BUFFALO JAIL in fucking intelligence parlance.  I  was drafted, used, and  my hatred for all the world who seemed to have all these plans for me I evidently blew up....  usually because no one told me what the hell is going on in the world.  I realize now they have a future planned that an ethical person would fight, as I have every fucking evil I have ever come across.

I DO NOT understand why my words seem to have some meaning in your world, though again, I have little idea why at this point.  I an owed big time for what was done to me, but whoever did it, the one percent in the beginning, who had all theses commercials at first saying I was an angel.  I am tired of being considered anything. Human lies fill their holy books.  The wise are also there, some of the sacred.... but if you can take one book and spawn all the different versions of religion, you know that the selectivity used by the churches to push their own agenda is a factor,

I believe in God and Hell.  I also believe in an after life, a soul in  a body.  I astral projected twice.   Other miracles seem to have happened around me as well, but people, by design of the EVIL that created this, tried take others free will and turn it over to me.... or them.

I discover your groups...   which you seemingly think I know about at times.

 

I do not know what actions others took around me.  I never raised a hand, stole a dime, or wanted a president harmed -- I saved them, thinking they would be grateful....  saved the country from people around me who often thought I was their leader, showing once again I have no chain of command.

A year ago hell broke lose when as I went to bed, a group said they had been waiting ten years to start the fires.  After having so many groups claim me who had none of my beliefs, I had this army destroyed, then afterwards went after a country that had done things that needed to be stopped;  I understand there are spies, and I could give a shit...  but what I found was slaughter, child soldiers, etc..

I suppose if you are able to access this you have some knowledge of this situation.  Probably more than I have.  Though the same folk who went after Gnl Butler Smedley came for me, and got a similar response, though much more bloody.  They made a movie Amsterdam that pretends no one knew who the people who tried to get the Most Decorated and respected Marine of his time to go Fascist, though you can find their names, and they are still there.

I have lost all hope for this world surviving the greenhouse effect.  I would start preparing for that now, rather than some pipedream that humans will survive this.  Some have their underground places, et...  most will be left in chaos.

AGAIN, set me free and pay me.  I want seventeen years of a CO'S back pay and full retirement, so I can spend me last few years trying to make the most of a miserable life, which yes, I blame a lot of you for.   I think back to all the times I saved this country and wonder if I was wrong?  

I forgive you all thOugh I may not always appear that way.  Annoyed as hell, yes.  I keep reminding myself life is eternal and this is a miniscule part of time.  Death is the only escape from the horrors my mind and emotions and body.

After this shit life I understand why getting into Heaven takes a lot more than most have.  Why so few are said to be going.

I used to have a hard time believing in hell, then on Good Friday, during a lucid dream, I went into hell.  The timing was odd of course.  Nothing of the sort has happened before.

I feel the waves of hatred people have for me.  How you make sport of me.  Worse, how you use to make money.    I have been objectified, life humans do with almost everyone.  From God to Satan to a demi-God, a spy.....  I fought you, and I am glad you fought the image they portrayed me as, with their LOBSTER crap, etc.  Those who went along were duped.   I feel anger over all this.   The lost lives in this matter....

The only way for me to keep my vow of trying to preserve what bit of a democracy we have, is to stop endorsing candidates.   I am not coming back on line....  just want to set things straight.   I do look forward to meeting you all in spirit.

God bless.

An INTERNATIONAL SUPERSTAR with unpuzzled CLUEs

I am told it is Orange day by the media, the color coming out of nowhere from the groups whose use of such in the media is a means to pass on the unspoken news to the witting.  

I ask what this means and am told the White Dragon is free.  I think this means me. I believe for a moment that my chains will be released, and this world where I am a star manifests in my personal life.

I never asked for money when I stopped in my cab, maybe helped them change a tire, call a tow, before everyone had a phone and my radio was the only connection to the world outside the often beat half to hell cab's I drove.  You do not ask for money before joining a protest, tying our shirt around a stranger's leg at a car crash to try to stop the blood, straight out of the Boy Scout manual.

Future is being created NOW.  AND THIS IS GRIM FOR A BABE BORON IN 2023.    50 years from now, this country, this world, and leadership, will be dealing with problems well beyond their present ability to do so without DRASTIC ACTION NOW, WHICH AIN'T GONNA HAPPEN... and to be honest, this is already beyond our present ability to stop it, but until we start trying, and dumping money now placed in the military, into preparing for how they will operate domestically when they are needed here.  NOT for some conspiracy laden reason.  To keep order as Climate Change -- THE GREENHOUSE EFFECT, when stripped of Orwellian softening -- sends refuges seeking sanctuary, for awhile around the fresh lakes.  I told you this would be a Sanctuary and this has manifested more and more and as this human geography, free of many of the problems which cause racism to fester even when confronted -- we have proof, in our diversity, that every race and religion can get along.  More and more with each effort.   I miss seeing Black Lives Matter protester's in the street, saw then as people fighting for Justice, regardless of skin tone.  The only real color blindness as person like me can attain is to see where rights are being denied, andelieving all people deserve to be treated the same... unless they became a threat in real life b.

We are making a mine field out of the future.  We pretend what we have will continue but this will not be so.  Only those who begin to now prepare for what is coming will survive as a viable way to bargain for products, in manners that capitol, for the rather short duration it lasts, will be investee in something which will not disappear into this air without a stock market or banks. NOT TODAY, OR until when?   I have no clue the internet and these cameras guarantee that I am never the smartest person in the room.   I am the slave who cannot read and does not understand much of what you say

The Christ On Earth

 ...  or some creature blessed with the ability to maintain my ethics, facing death many times by those who wished to use me to aide in their sins.   I have been crucified on the absurdity of your expectations.  I am whatever I am.  I have been shielded from most of what has been done in this country, though my one example, the path I have taken, shows the existence of the extraordinary, in a manner I could never have imagined in my years as a writer, then ending up, on this tv world, an international superstar kept as a slave, a cash cow.an Ape in a Zoo.  I still am not certain of what a Gorilla means, though I suspect ...

Even my speculations are worthless to write, more misnomers for your amusement.  I have just maintained the same ethics I always had, usually feeling as if God was on my side, fearless, when I placed myself in danger to save others.  You have tapes of the Mexican woman on Campbell and the screaming no neighbors would encounter, but  I did without fear at all.  That is a GOOD example of all the times in the cabs when I stepped up, a guy who worked out a lot and grew up in a neighborhood where the you had to learn to fight, to protect your younger brothers... from kids riled up by drunken bikers on the corner, to attack us.  One was usually our friend.  I was not prone toward violence, and it took a lot, as I grew older, to get me to fight, until at fifteen, and artist and a pacifistic kind of guy, I put up with a lot from a guy, then finally hit him.  When he tried to fight me again I said No...  just knew there was no reason to fight him, and that I would be the better man to walk.  Plus.  I had already won the fight, when my uppercut sent him flying higher than my head...  though he jumped right up, others jumped in to stop it... his friends.

I have never since been afraid of fighting, just figured it was stupid unless I was being physically attacked and that never happened.  Robbed in the cab, theft of surface... too many times to start thinking about, most forgotten.  Others, the interesting ones, I have written of elsewhere.   This is why I could do that job.

I go back now to the first days of this and I saw the news saying Christ had returned, 'The Jews sure are surprised,' said one newscaster.   I loved everyone during this period.  Actually saw the world in a mote of dust in the sunshine gleaming through the window onto my desk...  my mind expanding in ways that I did not know what to chalk up to...  before the brainwashing I was all peace and love and thought everyone was on the same side, had no clue I was part of an industrial take over of the government.  I was in the first month doing the radio show being passed by peace what he said were our sponsors, and all I remember, perhaps, is tobacco companies, which I used as an excuse to smoke again.  This was brought up to me once...  I thought they were going to make us rich.  Still no clue there was a much bigger game in town than I thought.

My odd life...  in the last few years I heard from a Christian army that had been waiting ten years for my orders to attack the USA.  I did not even know they existed, just heard a voice on tv, as I was going to bed, say I have been waiting to light these fires for ten years.'  I flippantly said, 'Go ahead, light your fires.'   You're keeping me ignorant of this matter cost a lot senseless lives, I suspect.  I knew my writing from ten years before, and the racism of some of them, etc...   I set another army on them, when the US Armed Forces did not seem to have the forces, or perhaps the will...  whon the right would want this.   I stopped these people, then had to after the army that did this, while they were exhausted and since I had to drop my cover... and God directed me.  I did not think about what I was going to do, nor did I get what I asked for, I was given what God needed to do his will, and  you who stood up in this last battle, those who are the last soldiers anyone thought would fight for their country, freedom, etc... the under-estimated.  

I have said again and again 'Always appear as weak as possible,' to your enemies.  Let them underestimate you as long as possible.   I used to say to get close enough to kill, before I realized my metaphors of war were being used by others, with agendas I would never share.  Free will is important, especially to those raised like myself, with the dreams of being an artist, and wanting to express myself in some way no one had ever before, as all writers do...  I have listed all my reasons why this aspect of myself worries me.

The other side of this is, I decided after a few incidents where it seemed I could control the weather, and it was reported to me...  not trusting anyone after the things attributed to me, I decided to keep the snow in Chicago under four inches for the winter.   I knew this could not be faked, because I could look out my window and...  no snowfall hit 4 inches.  We got half the water we normally would, and the two snow storm where they forecast 10 inches, my heart jumped, a rare occurance...  I see where I am on the map and then feel myself here and in the storm, which I broke into two streams, flowing around Chicago.  It worked, but people died in Buffalo NY because of too much snow, and Chicago has a drought.  

I proved to myself that I can manipulate the weather if I so wish, but like tinkering with anything you do not understand, there were 'possible' side effects, including deaths.  I have said over and over that I try things once, and if they are real, then I leave them alone.  God reveals things to me for reasons, and I think this is the one I needed to know that I can protect my city with the weather alone, should it come to that....  I have also told myself that if Russia attacks Poland I will do my best to give them the worst winter in their history.   I do not know if I could do that, or would...  I do believe that I need a team of scientists to work on this with me, suggest acts I could do... one day, in twenty years,  a person who can shit hurricanes will be valuable.  I should have off-spring to continue this tradition.   I want them to be bi-racial.  I want to make love to the mother, and she to want to make a baby with me...  but what I want and need....  or what you might need?

 

Only the Force Produced Is Real

 All political formulas are fiction; only the force produced is real.   A comment on the military, foreign policy, etc.  Which seems to apply to all aspects of life.  Faith without works is dead, though most 'works' of the church have NO REDEEMING FACTOR AT ALL, AND INDEED,  WORK INTO THE HANDS OF THOSE WHO HATE RELIGIOUS FREEDOM, AND WOULD HAVE A THEOCRACY TAKE OVER THE USA.  A fascist theocracy, as they all are.  Christians who support guns and hate abortion, try to make decisions for all the world based on their beliefs.  Judge not or ye shall be judged, is a reality now.

The end times war has arrived.  The messenger is the USA.  This is no longer rhetoric, which I shall not involve myself in anymore.  Too many words of hatred and violence have flown from my hands, out into the world, and crowd killed innocent people, caused mass murders that I did not even find out about until later.  This is no longer going to be the case.  I vowed to do everything in my power to make this country a Democracy.  To keep what scraps we have and build on the by taxing the rich, demanding labor have the power they deserve as the actual workers who have the FORCE, rather than steal the force of others.

Slavery has been fought in the USA in a manner never before attempted, using the criminals and others to approach this issue, and make those who would enslave others for sex, household work, etcetera, knn be minimalized.   I have been sold for sex, pornography used of me from cameras that spy on me.  Raped by the eyes of a glazed or enraged many who react to my every word like a bullet, instead of the discourse of a societal critic, a journalism, humanitarian, and messenger of God, to say the very least.  There are many messengers from God in the world, there are many with force in the world, there are NONE who are as effective, liberal, or determined to change God himself from an UNHOLY ICON into the loving creator I know.

The Copper is a reality now, and will only grow, until the thought of breaking one of our rules alone will cause the hardest of men to look around and wonder if they are ready to lose everything they love, and die.   The only mercy during my rule for those who break the laws of stealing free will can be a swift death.  Cults of any sort will be dealt with as an enemy of the state.  After identifying through modern spy techniques sex, emotional, or financial abuse, the groups will be disrupted.  This goes fromt those who are accepted widely to those who hide in holes in the ground, or back wood camps.  The idea of religious freedom is central to this country, and the only way to have this is to keep God out of politics.  The science of ethics is another matter.  A leap of faith into the plans of a Creator we cannot begin to understand is why were given science, because that leap will end in carnage at the base of the cliff.

I am standing down at the moment, though I do not expect my associates to see our situation as anything more or less than an all out war.   Our enemies want one, and we will give them one, though we shall fight with faces hidden by cloaks, then return to our families.  We will fight with those already bloodied doing the killing.  We will not glorify becoming a 'made' man, we will mourn what we have done to another.  I know there are more than enough of us that are covered in righteous blood, friends and family who in most circumstances would have not deserved the death sentence;  however, in war, certain boundaries have to be made.  Within the circle of our core, we will be ethical and this will extend outward.  Not by effort. By example.

The right that was behind my initial kidnapping and brain washing has been messed with for sixteen years, and the left that kept up the charade, and my imprisonment, have also killed.   I am not proud of all of this death,  though without my gaining power things would have gotten worse, and indeed continued on without any hope of saving this world.

SAVING THE WORLD is a vital matter.  There is no leeway..  Our children will not be left with a mess, that leaves you unredeemed and hell-bound.

I have roared my last time and now am in full bore attack of those who would harm the cubs.  I fight with whoever wishes to tame the rabid monsters my predecessors in this kingdom have encouraged. Even if this monster is them.

I cannot choose a side, I have one, a copper penny with Lincoln on the side.  I will fight to my last breath, and my death rattle will be heard across this planet,, joining the chorus of those who have died anonymously in our shadow war.

I   do still believe I am owed an HONEST WAGE for my efforts.  None have done what I have done, and the priceless work I have achieved through extreme sacrifice represents how all veterans are treated, one way or another, and I expect the armed forces to consider this long and hard before they call on me once again.  I always will be there for you, but I do not wish to be a slave in a zoo.  No one should be subjected to this, and the idle problems that develop from assessments which I cannot explain in a few words, are too often used by sources IN WAYS THEY ARE NOT MEANT TO BE.

You want a King, well a king rules.  A king is not ruled.  A king serves and is served.  This reality is not going to change so I can be your chump, cash cow, etc.  I have stood by groups who had nothing except hatred for me, again and again coming thru for the when I knew enough to act.  I have no need to list the presidents and coups and revolutions I stopped, by being tossed into leadership positions among groups that I know almost nothing about to this day....  This is why the armed forces are my preferred method, though at this point Copper needs cleansing, and that is my legacy.  A group of fighting monks, who take their role, their God, and their reputation as tied into the fate of thhe world.

Three plans that involve no loss of our soldiers, no civilians kills, etc...  and then act.  I have identified the enemy for you every time;   I do not believe exposure makes much difference.  Only force.  Exposure at this point is probably damaging. I have no hope that my situation is ever going to change, though I can certainly tell you that you show no honor by treating me like this, and while you will take orders from me to kill of massive basis, you seem afraid to provide the ONLY ONE WHO DID NOT STEAL to be broke.  This needs to be dealt with.  I wish to have a bit of a life, and have earned as much.  I am giving you a tiny bit of my power, care, and the benefit of the doubt required in a world where vengeance is God's, not man's...

MAYONAISSE AND MALAISE

 I see fascism coming into the USA on all sides, from the changes in electoral votes trumping the people's choice to the supreme court passing freedom destroying laws, which impose a fundamental Christian ethic on the entire country, despite being a very minority opinion.      We cannot allow fascism to have this country anymore than they already do, a line must be drawn, then they have to be knocked back into the corner and beaten to death.

They will accept no defeat except death.  They will not be defeated as long as one of the big shots is in power, and there are plenty of them, throughout the entire voting system.  They are going to make the coup legal, like Hitler did.  Already I have seen atrocities which I once believed unimaginable in this country.  I had written comedy about violence, but seldom used actual violence in my stories.

I have this interest in writing well beyond wish to cony thoughts.  I wish to make actions take place.  Sadly, I am not quite clever enough to know what all their signals mean.  I have to guess.  I have to assume orange means something, though I am not sure what, really?   To me it means revolution, and I have no idea why?   I think it has somethin to do with the Polish revolution?   I have seen it used as Halloween, a sign of violence, after I wrote something that eventually became like a purge.   I am not sure who was purged.   I wrote all kinds of this back then.  I thought we could revolt, not realizing I was playing into someone else's hands, that they had reasons for these revolts that had nothing to do with my values/  How could I trust anyone after all the betrayals I have had?

I cannot trust anyone anymore, not in my reality.  I have to assume most of them are acting, though ny brother in law I think is actually what he seems. A PEDOPHILE.