A metaphorical gauntlet, igniting our survival instinct, the common ground we all share. There are those who believe that the violence associated with me, will become a part of this movement or will make such claims. This is not something I will tolerate.
I wish these young people the hope we can at least prepare for what is to come, if not stop the earth, written off as dying by the .o1 % who will be dead by the time their actions murder billions, every animal, plant, lifestyle... they have posh digs underground. A sickening truth that we must attempt to never need.
May those who seek the praise and mercy of God remember we are shepherd's, not wolves... May Blue and Orange be united in this peaceful endeavor, which is truly for the benefit of both. They are both, together as one, strong enough to change the world without harming one another.
GO IN PEACE.
'What the hell does he mean by that,' I imagine you asked each other over and over, as I threw out words at an enemy, who appeared on my tv... I did not know why you focused on me, then when you tried to blame me for what was done. I who was a hidden one, an angel, or some such folly... reaction to the world around me changing dramatically, and I was pissed, and my poor ass could not to seem to sell a book, but I read about people in China leaving a child in the snow, misinterpreting what I wrote. But I had never before the brainwashing written anything advocating a revolution... feeling so alone, being told by a tv show that I had allies in my building, as on Estes where God Bless them and theirs forever, they gave me a much greater understanding.
I played along fighting for a side, which I figured must believe like I do if they follow my words... instead, they had a specific role they wanted me to play... their carefully laid plans fell apart when I would not agree with them. Offended them. Was intentionally at time acting, thinking at first, I will be famous after this and make money. Have this weird, leftist market, make experimental films and all this shit. The call I got that started this was an offer of a radio show and all my short stories into movies, and there was a Poetic Productions office there, set up for me... then I crashed the stock market, could have taken over the country with the blessing of either party.... then it all kind of went to hell. People died in the revolution that had been brainwashed into me to do, which was an attempt by a group of billionaires to take over the country.
They introduced me and people were naturally fascinated by a man in Chicago who bitched out the president, who believed him to be the Christ. The world turned into pockets of madness and revolution. A hellish landscape of false prophets calling themselves THE HAND OF GOD. A greeting I learned from a tv show slamming militias in Florida, evidently ready to fight in the war i wrote of in a book I thought was for the future. Sure as hell looked to insane to be real to me. I had been attacked by forces I believed were merely the government. I looked at a lot of conspiracy theories, found Operation Bluebeam. Though this is more than that... a supernatural turn of events, I believe. Certainly I have powers no science book can explain, yet. And I have proven them, and can see how my God hays further prepared me to create a Sanctuary, and the Guardians to keep the peace in very troubled times. I can move storms... weaken them, and I believe many other things I took for chance was me. None of this matters, yet...
To those so far into a future I cannot imagine in my times of plenty, I pray I may be able to aide in giving you housing adequate to the climate, and a human geography of love, and compassion. We all have many sides, I learned in meditations on archetypes, yand some of them surprise us... when nurtured. Friendship will be the only currency in the future, is a phrase that keeps running through my mind.
I am writing however of the time of problems with race, when I found out about the bloody mess, the thefts, how you saw me.... that you could all see me. I feel such great empathy, grieving, frustration... when I think of people living underground because of a story I knocked off one afternoon.
I am not crazy. I have acted crazy, and I have been about as close to crazy as exists from the pain and mental torment, but not really.... never got a gun and shot some place up, or I do not know... destroy anything, other than a mug a radio station egg'd me on to do. WXRT's Lynn Breimer, i think. He died during a conflict I certainly had a reaction of horror and shock and soul crushing pain and still do. I have been through so much, seen all the signals, that now there are triggers everywhere. Innocent words used calmly on the news become ... top secret missions too bloody for horror movies.
On Estes is where I was first bathed in blood, blamed for being a crazed sadist, as a cult, created to go along with the planned JESUS revolution... leaderless, did actions I would never have considered. I never lost that. I was in Ender's Game. You can call this denial, but I knew you were up to shit, I just never would have thought there was a Race War, in this day and age. Never would have entered my mind. I have more to learn than I know, though I am somewhat sophisticated, and certainly enough not to give into into xenophobic impulses. They leave with a hello. I have classes on the black panthers and how the FBI came after them, a Military Intelligence prof. who said the way to tell the plant, is that they want violence. A guy showed up at the Black Lives Matter group with a limousine filled with guns.... informant. Got some college kid arrested. When the killers, and their own avoid major domestic threat, is White Supremacists.
I was so angry at all of you, ready to play mind games, terrify, say things like, 'Today we find out who lives and dies....' never once thinking anyone was taking my ranting seriously, on Estes.
The artists and others tried to tell me what they could, as I kept my physical distance from all the people who wanted to greet the returned Christ, or the angel -- which I resent for some reason, like no, not me... I read what they do in the bible and I would be too forgiving to be one. I do not think I am God, I have experienced something too large and multi-faceted and all-consuming that is much greater than I, whom I serve unto death. There have always been a lot of things more important to me than my life. I came into enough danger without going out to look for it.
All of your comic books are based on the idea of a Savior, the almost rumor now of a creature who would return in the end times, and the earth was said to never flood again... this means fire. One of the old plot themes, of the five taught in writing classes, Man Versus Nature... well, on that one we won our pyrrhic victory. Though this is really a different theme, Man Versus Man. Oil in the ground, brought to the surface to add to a earth killing emergency is A CRIME AGAINST HUMANITY, and should be tried to the Hague. The oil companies lied about their knowledge of drastic, earth killing side effects from their products; they continue to control this world. There is a class of people who think the world is dying, so what the hell... enjoy it while we got it. Others who will go underground in government facilities of all sorts. Millions of deaths already on their hands....
I try to take the attitude that I am writing for people in the future, who wonder why this happened, and offer what comfort I can by describing my spiritual journey. There alone do I find hope in a world that I have no reason at all to trust. The material life I have lived is filled with dark forests of classified intelligence, which I will leave out of this tale, to the extent no old wounds are opened, let alone new ones. Too many know too much about my physical life, and my thinking.... the internal journey sounds absurd when I think about it. The visions when I lost weight, etc. I will account the early things I learned, give the meditations that helped me to find my warrior, my wisdom voice, my .... whatever.
I wish I could erase everything I have written on the web, in a way. I am not sure what is happening in the world, only what you show me. Or I create. I had to see the snow being controlled before I could believe that what I was seeing on the news was true -- where I seemed to be able to move storms away from their directed path. Jamaica was attributed to me because there was an intense focus on me at the time. I have no clue how many people care about my words, or quite why... though I can vow to that I am me now, and despite a private view of myself, forever tainted by a brainwashing -- a component that keeps me scientific, in my actions.
A mother nature commercial just came on with her controlling the weather, as I write about how I have some influence. I have no clue why I am so interconnected to the weather, but it may become important, if I can fight flooding and stop fires... I am fairly certain God did not reveal this to me if there was not a reason, and I hardly believe that is weaponizing myself. You think I have before, but I have not. My fear of God comes in when I think of doing miracles. There is a seduction to such things, like the Cardinal's kind sermon, which told me I am not here to be worshipped in any way, and this is why he humbled me so before the world. And this is life to me, a cell I was thrown in with cameras.
The coincidences it took to give me a voice I can use for the good of all, no matter what those who think they are my enemies believe. My past is not my future. These were conflicts started long before me. I cannot stop them all... I have however went all out to try to teach people to get beyond their phobias of people different than them now, while there is still time to become a force large enough to stop fossil fuels, etc...
I now have a bizarre skill set that includes being able to move storms around a bit, like this experiment of keeping the snow below 4 inches in Chicago this winter. Once they said we had ten inches coming and my heart jumped, I found the storm and split it so it went around the city. I have found God trained me well for the position I am in, and many others, who have humbled me by taking my words and actions much more seriously than I did, at times... others, the things I said and wrote with words meant to be bullets. Metaphorical bullets, I thought. I was still living on Estes when this transpired, and I was trying to figure out what the hell you were doing...
While dealing with mad bouts of taking enormous amounts of pills, and giving up on life in general. Thinking my relationship with the world was on line, and then there were spies and people in creepy groups and... and I take blame for nothing that happened when you were fighting me, having no clue I was pretty much who I was saying I was, but I did not think I would stir up a revolution, you kept me isolated from the carnage I could have stopped. I live with a horrible pain from so many periods. I can defeat whatever goes on to stop me, because only one person can. Me. And I have to use whatever force I can inspire is peaceful. This is why orange and blue can work together without violence. The force of numbers, elevating them as well. The later battles, which claimed my best friend, I take full responsibility for. I take responsibility for all kinds of shit... but I believe the right actions were taken.
Mass taxes need to be taken from the billionaires like the Honorable Communist Bernie Sanders proposed, and was the precedence when this country ran right, and there was a possibility for everyone to have decent lives. UAW asks for a four day work week, because science backs up they are more productive with this situation. I wrote they needed to lead, and inspire, and help all the Unions. Together, a worldwide mesh of NON_VIOLENT protests, where possible.
My heart bleeds for what happened in Iran when they asked for a bit of freedom. The kids were raped for days, came out and killed themselves. I have no solution for problems way beyond my level.
I pray solutions will be found for the fossil fuel Emergency. Biden is not going to do this, as much as I might encourage this. I hesitate to write much against Biden simply because ANYTHING that helps Rump ain't coming from me. I have had enough dealings with that mafia wanna be to know how dangerous he is.
He still tries to tell people I am on his side at times. Recently some cretins thought I was going to lead a race war, because of a couple comments I made, rather thoughtlessly, and I apologized later... but regardless of the people around me, the force that has carried out what I have tried to do.
When people who believed the work I was writing ten years was prep for a revolution, and again started one without me realizing... BEEN WAITING ten years to light these fires. I who felt alone found the good Chinese and Communists came to the aide of the country, to stop what Biden said was a religious war... and others who I am not quite so sure of.
My time of war, coming to an end, I could not allow there to be a group of people with the interests of China over the states that have the kind of power they did. I have never been a spy for anyone. I am a leftist and the Force produced by Communists toward getting more equality, and many other matters, I agree with. I feel the same about Democracy. The individual is sacred to me... but mostly I just want what is right, what gets people a decent life on this planet, for all...
There is another, much darker vision I see happening if the fossil fuel industry continues. I obviously have set off irrational people with my work. I truly do not wish violence against you, or by you... especially from me. I will of course do all I can to help the environmental activists. Sceptic I am about such things, humans are remarkably creative when it comes to survival.
Our planet is on course to die. Only a force greater or equal force can stop an object in motion. The oil companies have been a force, protected by the CIA, lawless murderers, colonialists of the worst sort.
I am almost embarrassed by the idea of me trying to write something worthwhile after all I have been through, and done, that is religious in nature. The con getting religion in jail, it wasn't... the fast and the stress of kind of finding out people all over the world knew about me and that my words had the ability to influence a Cardinal's sermon.
I grew embarrassed watching this after my ego pointed out that they talk like I have not resurrected. The next sermon he did as I asked, and I felt honored, humbled, and also that such a position would feed my ego. That this is not my role, to lead a Church is for holy people. Starting a church is for Holy People to do. I am just here.
I should add that during this latest bout, where I did bring together forces, in surprising manners, that God inspired the words that came from my mouth. Drove me in a way that felt like madness. I have protected this country while being damned for harming it. I cannot make the harm go away.
I was told here, on Estes, about a group being hurt, and that they should be given money that I always heard about but was never real to me, anymore than the cash you burned just after brainwashing, and I was making a metaphorical point that I am not in this for money. I always hated the idea of money, using it, etc.... like buying things, but I know it is the root of all evil. Well, power is the root of evil, and here, now, money is power. For a few more decades.
I must always remember I write for the grandchildren of babies being born today, not for this time, which will do as it will. The proper leaders and solutions will be applied, maybe too late... forced in a violent frenzy... Biden is a Union president, first in forever... what this means I do not know, but the folks like Starbucks that are putting off Unions, need to be legally hit, and boycotts have to start. All the starbucks across the world need to choose a day, and walk off until they get a contract. Others, wealthy folk who wish to contribute to the Rising, can give to the strike funds to keep these folks eating and having a place to live. An action like this, with other unions maybe calling wild cat strikes to put pressure on the Stockholders. Anyone ever picket stock holders houses over their investments.... they tend to hate having their wonderous lives disturbed by the people.
The president of the UAW, God bless his soul, may his words of solidarity take us beyond politics, to a place where we want the best for all the people. Pretty simple. What is fair... is fair. Nothing republican or democrat about people wanting a decent living, and enough time off to enjoy life. God has Mary Ann, or you do, in a progressive company with UNLIMITED vacation time. Get your work done, fly off somewhere, it's paid for. This gets hard work and happy people, an atmosphere customers want to do business with. I am not anti business. I wish I had a few that is for sure, though my talents or use or service took me here.
I heard about Free from David Byrne before I was done... I did not know this existed. I also heard of plans to harm people, which I would not have been able to stop without dissing him. I do apologize to him. I have loved their work, learned so much, I have watched True Stories more than any other movie, by a long, long shot. Over and over. To have said an ill word to such a gorgeous and poetic soul, who tried to help me, is tangled in with all the other pain.
I wish I could speak at marches, get an electric chair and go to the marches... be out in the world. A good influence, like I once was on a few people, turned their lives around by becoming their roomates. I have inspired so much blood though.... I hear Barbara, that day she called me on my birthday, 07 or 08 not sure, asking over and over if I was going to write anything violent.... hysterical almost. She would not respond to anything else. Alsl she would have had to say is your work is getting people hurt, don't write anything violent. I had just been brainwashed but I was despondent, and confused, and seemingly at war.... feeling, wow, if I knew Jesus was back, I would treat him well. Not this fucked up scenario. I had no clue what to do. Batman comes out and I see what you are doing, learn things I had no idea about from the Simpsons... and thank you Deniro and Christian for Amsterdam. You get it. I stopped them to the best of my ability, using any army that would react to my words for awhile.
But my uncalled for rages, and all of that... these are not how I am. Never was. I am done now being undercover, so to speak. I want the facts of the matter out there, the disinformation deconstructed, back to where the truth remains, and the Light shines on some stoner writer who had no interest in my background or conspiracy theories, though I read of Iran Contra, and the atrocities in Chili and people from just such things took me to be one.
I hope Obama will take up this issue. Be a Jimmy Carter. He is still the Democrat's best face to put out there, get the kids involved, etc. I criticize him without understanding his position fully, like everyone.
I thought Gore would do this when I saw Bush was getting away with steal. People were still denying Climate Change.... THE GREENHOUSE EFFECT is what I heard it called in 84, when an Astronomy professor said this has started, and will end the planet. A mild mannered man, who grew pretty angry about this.
The Reckoning has come. . . , TIME TO CHOOSE A SIDE. LIFE, OR DEATH for you and all you have ever seen. God Bless you. Any time I am needed, call. Preferably BEFORE the killing starts this time... a million paths to peace are ignored, by men intent on war. Be intent on PEACE.
Big Love.
