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The Complete Story of one Mans Spiritual Journey

The best order to read these things is probably going to be in the order below. Please understand that there was a time that told me to make fun of Him and everything else and that is just what I did. Please do not take offence. Laughter is the greatest healer there is and God loves to laugh with us. Much of this is very intense but worth the read for the questions presented are your own questions too. There is NEVER a need for any man to ever do what I have done and I am here to make sure no man ever does. . May the blessings of God shower down upon you. If you ever have any questions or concerns I am always here for you. One of the key factors for you to consider is Jesus the man and not Jesus the myth. In those times communication was by foot and if you had a buck by donkey. We live in very different times and the internet will allow me to use this marvelous tool to get his word out planet wide.

If Any Man Could Do It

Will was sure he was the one

To cross the line of death

He said

Is something rarely done

To prove his faith

He’s honor bound

To cross this subtle line

When he did his life was changed

And no one seemed to mind

When he did his life was changed

And no one seemed to mind

The path was always broken

The way was never clear

For all the trails offered

He kept his vision clear

The way to God was open

And he walked it with a smile

And no one understood him all the while

He found that he was troubled

when his children wouldn't hear

The story of the life he led

And the things that he holds dear

The family that he treasures

They don’t know the man at all

And maybe it was them that caused his fall

The wisdom of a lifetime

Has no value at the core

If all those that surround him

Do not hear him anymore

Perhaps the way it is

Is the way it’s meant to be

All Will has left to do is wait and see

Though many think he’s crazy

He’s a man who crossed the line

He took the risk to challenge those

Who never pay the fine

IF God is there he said to them

I think he’ll send me back

And there was no man there to keep him from this track

He tells his children one and all

He speaks to those who care

Life is for the living

And for those who chose to dare

Never miss a moment

And keep your family near

And always honor all that you hold dear

Kate reached out and pulled him back

With the power of her prayer

Though all were there to witness this

Only one was half aware

The message of a lifetime was there for all to see

But no one took the gift though it was free

No one took the gift though it was free

A man can only wonder at the things he does not know

He cannot judge his life by things he maybe has to show

We come into this life alone

Alone we’ll be at death

The gift God gives us, Treasure every breath

The Gift God gives us, treasure every breath

Good health almost killed him once

He ran off to look for gold

The treasure that He found instead

Was something very old

He touched the soul of everything

And everything he knew

Then there was more for him than he could do

(Refrain?)

He came down from the mountains with his rifle and his buckskins

To the city where he knew that he must go

A simple man a man of faith he said

To those that followed, those he led

I’m here to teach you something you must know

A man is judged by what he does

Not by what he has to say

Judged not by what he wants to keep

But by what he gives away

I had nothing when I came to here

I’ll have nothing when I go

I only have the message that I know

There ain’t no harm in helping

Those you see who are in need

And nothing ever comes to those

Who value avarice and greed

I came here to tell you all that God’s the only way

And I have nothing more important left to say

I have nothing more important left to say

WW April 2012

The Places of this Earth

The Gifts of the Grandfather and the Grandmother Manzanita

As I climbed the trail to my sacred place high up on the side of Mt Lemon near Tucson Arizona it came to me that each rock, each tree, each shrub that stood all around me was giving me a gift and that the gift had always been there for me to receive for these things in their individuality and in their totality had always stood there emanating their love of God for all to see and experience. No thought, just pure love emanating from everything around me. To embrace this love and to give it right back to these things in this place was a marvelous experience for they each were emanating their own joy that I was and that I understood their nature, purpose and intent.

I came upon my special grandfather Manzanita tree, for he is indeed a tree, extremely rare among his own species and he too was emanating his love, radiating outward for any who were able to see him for the great and wise tree he is for he has stood in that place from a time long before any man stepped on the side of that mountain. He, in his individuality is the only one of his kind on planet earth.

I laid my hand upon his bark and in that instant he spoke to me for as I passed his love back to him he was healed of all affliction and he said to me so shall you be a healer in the fingertips of each of your hands and my finger tips came alive and tingled as I accepted this great gift; The glory of God so very present. My breath was taken from me and I found myself bent over trying to bring myself back from the dizziness I was feeling. This was easy for I concentrated on my breathing, breathing out my love of God and breathing in God’s love of me.

I then came upon Grandmother Manzanita a short way up the trail and knowing that I could then heal her I went to her and placed my hands upon the open wounds that I myself had caused. I had sinned against this wonderful being and I owed her a great debt for not many weeks before I had come like a thief in the night and I had cut from her two marvelous branches. Both of these branches were dead and I rationalized this desecration by telling myself that I was only removing the dead wood so that the tree would grow and prosper. I was wrong and she told me why. She said to me, “I was already perfect just as I was and you were unable to see me”. Now that you do and that you understand, you will never again fail to see the beauty all around you and gift your love of nature back to each of us and back to God. She thanked me for healing her. I repented my folly and my sin for I had cut those branches with lust and greed in my heart knowing that I could profit from them. I assured her that I would take no treasure for her limbs and that I would create beautiful works of them so that all men could glorify her and her great sacrifice. We parted in peace, each of us breathing out God to each other. The Kingdom of Heaven Fully engaged.

4/27/13

THE CATHOLIC CHURCH

Constantine was brilliant. Constantine was a ROMAN.

Surround and badly outnumbered this Roman General, his life and his reputation on the line, is gifted a vision: If you place the cross of the Christians before your army you will be victorious. Constantine did not place a cross in front of his army. He wanted insurance so he had his army alter their weapons and shields to carry the image of the cross as well as the cross, and he was indeed, victorious.

He became Emperor of Rome. He had a big problem. Rome WAS the world and he had groups of Christians scattered all over his possessions causing trouble everywhere. He sent for the leaders and gathered them. There was much disparity. He offered the job of leadership to the Catholics. He picked them because they had the same infra structure, the same political structure as Rome herself. They do to this day. He also knew he could establish control of ALL of the Christians by simply giving control to the Catholics. Now he had one group to talk to instead of the chaos represented by the disparity of beliefs, agendas and contradictions, which he had gathered.

The Catholic Church was the FIRST to sign on to the yoke of Rome: The same Romans who had hung Jesus Christ on his cross.

The council began its task, thinning out the reference material, which of the words of Jesus should be kept and which destroyed, and which ignored? The goal of the council to create a single book that would guide Christianity according to the yoke of the Catholic Church.

The book of Mary and the book of Thomas were not included. Thomas was one of the six visited. After the resurrection he was visited By Jesus Christ and gifted the teachings he recorded. These teachings had much in common with the Hindu and the country of India. India has the oldest surviving religious tradition on Earth. The tradition for the most part eliminates the need for any sort of middleman between a man and God.

A tradition of a man from the west arriving in India who sought out the leaders of the time and came to them enlightened. He knew what they were teaching and how they related to God. The tradition of this man survives in India to this day.

The Catholics, knowing they would have no control of the Christians if they included these teachings as gifted by Jesus, DIRECTLY to Thomas, one of the 12, were not included in the book. They were suppressed. No word of this teaching was spoken until these books were rediscovered: http://www.gnosis.org/naghamm/nhl_thomas.htm along with many other books. The books were dated by the actual dates found on the book binding materials.

The book was compiled and EVERYONE was on the same page as the Catholic Church. They all saw that if control was established there would be great treasure to be had. The Catholic Church received its thirty pieces of silver and 2000 years of this tradition came to be.

Constantine recognized the book for what it was and recognized the Catholic Church as the leaders. Christianity was born. The Book was given a name; BIBLE, which translates to mean, BOOK.

In order for an individual to communicate with god it was REQUIRED that he go through the Priest. The priest under a similar yoke was REQUIRED to go through the POPE. The Pope was able to reign unchecked answering only to God. Who’s God: The God of Jesus?

The tactic of fear was set firmly in place and the horrors of Hell and the rewards of Heaven came to be. The God worshiped by the Catholic Church offered everlasting life in exchange for a lifetime of work and toil from the individual who was REQUIRED to tithe to the church. Treasure came rolling in; Unbelievable volumes of treasure. The list of available sins grew and the more sins that were created the more treasure came in. Everybody wanted to get into heaven and avoid Hell.

Hell offered choices without consequence. Enjoy the life given NOW; do as you please right down to the worst possible debauchery, the rape and use of innocent children by the priests who controlled the people on the front line of the Church. They had given up normal relations with women by direction and by the whim of the Pope. The pope needed control of his priests. The nunnery was established under the same rules, no contact with human men. Women needed to be controlled as well for they held the most important key to the men by their influence; the influence of sex. They were taught that if sex were withheld, men would do their bidding as they wished. The men complied. Everybody wanted to get into heaven and avoid hell. The priests and the nuns engaged in sexual activities anyway and the results, the babies created were buried in the basements. This activity was contrary to the directives of the Pope so it was hidden. The Pope knowing all about it had firm control and both Priests and Nuns made sure they complied with his every whim in order to hide their terrible secret. Sex for procreation only was established. The fun and the joy and the ability of the one true God to be involved with the one, joined to become the two as one, and then bring God into the union, forming the true trinity, was removed and replaced by guilt, shame and fear.

The book guided them all. The book carefully edited, left only the one message. Believe in God and love one another. The Pope established what this would mean and how it would be practiced. The Pope ruled an incredible mass of population, single handedly, and he gathered massive treasure, freely given and spent in any way chosen by the Pope and the Pope alone. The final decisions on any issue came to the Pope. The Pope became more powerful than any Roman emperor and wielded more treasure.

These values, the values cleary of the God Satan, destroyed Rome with the debauchery, the lack of any sort of values or moral behavior at all. The Pope and the Catholic Church survived and controlled. They had gifted the Romans precisely what they wished, choices without consequence.

The pope having gained their position through a very careful selection process had a problem. He also received no answers to this problem though he spent much of his time praying to the counterpart of Satan in the attempt.

If he revealed the truth, the Catholic Church would fall to the last stone and Chaos would reign among his flock. There would be no more treasure; no more control, and the shame of the church would be revealed to all of mankind. He decided to become inaccessible appearing only when required and displaying his incredible power, as theatre, only to return to his chamber and pray for forgiveness. No forgiveness was given. No amount of prayer would ever forgive the sins of the church. The pope knew the truth of sin. There was only one: to do a wrong thing, knowing it was wrong, and doing it anyway. He was well versed and well practiced in the art of sinning. He desperately prayed for an answer, for a way out, and he prayed for forgiveness to his God. No answer was forthcoming and no forgiveness granted.

Each pope faced this dilemma. Some tried to rectify the sin with good works and the spreading of the tradition however it spread the lie and it spread the sin of the Church with it and again no forgiveness was granted. Others knowing there was simply no way out wielded their power with an iron fist to spread the word and gather treasure. What else was there? Treasure meant power and power meant control and control was everything or the sins of the church would be exposed. Only such very personal power, wielded by a single man could hide the sin.

Priests were never permitted to know of the sins of the Church and access to the Pope was limited; especially to them. The Pope was the only man on earth who could grant absolution and he passed this power to his priests. A power based on nothing at all. Absolution is granted by God and God alone.

2000 years of the most horrible activities in the history of earth became NORMAL to the Church. Millions were killed and tortured and forced to proclaim their faith, not a faith in God, but a total willingness to obey the Pope and his priests. The book told them how. The book created by the Catholic Church: The amended book with hundreds of amendments, unspoken within the book itself but practiced by the priests under the complete control of the Pope.

The Pope was always the responsible party. The pope prayed for forgiveness and a way out or he did not, perpetuated the lie or did nothing at all. No forgiveness has EVER been granted to a single Pope nor will there ever be for such forgiveness comes from God and God alone. No Pope has ever reached heaven spending an eternity, a very LONG eternity enjoying unimaginable horrors, constant tortures and pain beyond the point of death. Death holds no answer for this death is eternal and there is no relief: Payment for the sins of the individual and the perpetuation of the Sins of the Church.

Jesus Christ: I came to you with love in my heart for all of mankind telling you of the great joy and the great understanding that has been gifted to me and that can be yours if you choose to simply believe in God and love your brother.

No one heard his message and those that did and made the effort were all killed. Peter crucified upside down at his own request died of frustration. Andrew, was gifted the Saint Andrews Cross in Russia. There are others and they all died horribly of frustration and despair of the lack of any tradition or any church that practiced the purity of the message Jesus brought to earth. John was beheaded on a whim. They had drawn lots these twelve and they scattered to the four directions to bring the word of Jesus to mankind. Thomas went to India established his own church and is buried there. His church survives. Thomas died at spear point for refusing to worship another man's idol.

The Temptations of Jesus Herbert

What is a temptation in a man’s life? To what degree is he willing to accept a situation or a place and call it home and become stable or invested in that particular point of view?

Is it a particular job that he relates to enough that he defines who he is by the task he does? Is it a relationship that defines him? Is it a place or even some vague memory gained somewhere in early childhood, a word spoken or an event witnessed?

Which Witness to any portion of a man’s life defines who the man is by observation and contact; that outside view constantly pointing in? Is this the definition of the man? Does this view become the view of the man and how he defines who he is?

What of the very young boy, innocent, and guilty, sitting in a claw foot bathtub watching the water turn red, the blood swirling in its own form of art? The almost whip like sound as the thin, pliable and sturdy branch of willow that he had cut himself, by the dozens, and placed into the hands of the man wielding such pain and question? The contact, the connection of pain to flesh: Flesh that is no more than meat in its reaction. The searing burning pain, fire like in its essence yet beautiful in its purity? The mind focused, the INTENTION focused on the single question; is this who I am? No sound from the lips of agony to soothe the troubled mind. No friend, no sibling no mother to intervene, alone and aware. Focused awareness as piercing and as intentional as the fire of life in his back. Is this who I am? The question of the sure and certain solution in ending the torture by the death of the man or the death of the boy put aside in the total focus on the question. Is this who I am?

Is the man punishing the boy or is he preparing him for something else unknowingly? Forcing stamina, focus, a will to live and to survive, to answer the question?

Year after year of Willow and leather and metal and weights beyond his ability, tasks beyond his skill and always the punishment for failure accompanied by the derogatory name of Shithead to further push his ability to focus at all on the question, away?

The outside influence of great and very old wealth, surrounding him as comparison, yet seeing that this too had a price and would not answer the question.

The lack of values in daily life, in financial affairs and dealings with adults mired in the taste of greed, ego and the rush to acquire more? The lack of honor, integrity, trust, truth, love, respect surrounding him on all sides, values gained from books, books by the thousands and glimpsed occasionally in the lives of men? Does this define the young man on either side of the coin? Pick a value system, good or evil and become those values as was so obviously happening to his peers? Is this who he is? The total focused intention of the search for the answer present always in his heart.

Observing a single man who lived the values he sought to instill in himself, a grandfather, clung to in desperation who forced values and skills on the young man without mercy or favor, lessons learned at a raised voice or the slap on the back of the head to inquire if attention was being paid? The great gift beyond price of the ability to create and to seek perfection in all that was created each time and with connection and focus so intense that the best of the work could not be claimed as a personal possession or a mark of any kind as a work created by the Boy, a creation beyond his capability and vision? Does this define the young man, this great gift given without price, without attachment to an outcome of any kind, presented as a personal responsibility for all of his thoughts words actions and creations? This gift given by a man who walked the path of Christ unknowingly, naturally, worn as a second skin, knarled and rough with age, experience, wisdom, compassion and understanding? The faults of the Master reveled openly and with humor, for the price had been paid, repeatedly for the experience of the joy of living. The momentary experience of life displayed as a badge of courage?

The search for solitude so vast and contained, found and experienced in each moment by a young man uniquely able to survive in a wilderness that gives no quarter and asks for none yet ebbs and flows with a richness of spirit and abundance of sustenance to those born of such places and tuned to this flow. Is this who this young man is: the question more focused the intention more pure? To return to a civilization, viewed from a great distance through a haze of irrational behaviors knowing full well that the task faced was one of honor and only honor. Honor to the question and the example of values instilled in the soul of the man?

The acceptance of each task, each distraction in an attempt to understand why he was the only one on such a path, sometimes knowingly, sometimes lost in a haze of chemicals, lifestyles and relationships each of which failed to answer the question yet gave other answers about interpersonal relationships, excuse and blindness? Tasks of incredible variety teaching the man the hearts of other men who toiled in a daily prison knowingly accepting a particular point of view and defining themselves as those very tasks and those relationships they claimed to hold above all other values yet constantly failing to honor the love of its intention? Insanity of a different variety yet as damaging to the soul as a complete lack of creativity? Each task, each relationship offering a limited and contained perspective of fame and fortune none of which the man valued or understood, for the price paid was beyond measure for those that did.

The children and the homes and the tasks that always kept the man slightly distracted yet offered a place to plant the seeds of a future generation of himself, his values and his honor and most importantly the quest in these individuals to answer their own question of who they are?

The final frustration of a failure to instill the core value of a connection to creation brought to an example of just such value by the death of the man intentionally created for this very purpose? To instill creation in the generation destined to represent these values to contradict the complete lack of such values witnessed in all directions?

The purpose of the event a failure, viewed by the attention paid by those generations who bore witness and displayed anger, confusion and judgments and placed their own values and labels on the man? The horror and the shame borne of failure and love, pressuring the heart and staggering the soul of the man? Yet value gained of forgiveness and love that came with a terrible resolve to punish the transgressors to force a choice that would not arrive in any other way, a choice of condemnation or redemption?

The sought for freedom of the soul and the solitude of creation ripped from distraction, intention focused on the single intention of changing the play of humanity into one of love, honor and mutual respect. Peace to a planet torn by hate, greed and a lack of connection of any kind to anything not attached to individual beings lost to their prison of perspective: boots heavy and harsh on the very thing needed to survive, placed without respect and torn out in a sea of destruction and blood?

The man gifted with his answers in a flood of information channeled from the very source he knew always and had accepted in each cell of his soul without separation yet with full understanding that the neutral of that place of peace, love and understanding was a prison of its own and a distraction to the intention of an object/observer reality created from a reality and a dimension not constrained by such rules. An intention which birthed the creation then withdrew to allow creation to experience itself in its own pure form?

The man standing alone torn and bleeding from a lifetime of thorns and crosses, placed upon him by the very souls he loved the most yet had failed so miserably, deserving every lash for this very failure, yet strong and determined, intention totally focused on the final answer gifted by death and faith that he was that creator and he was fully and totally responsible for the results of choices made by others without any input into those choices and fully accepting the pain and the pleasure of those results.

What Temptations has such a man passed by to come to this place, this one focus and this one intention, to bring peace to a humanity who neither listens or cares that it is a gift he brings without attachment, ego or desire for any point of view that is not completely focused on this very goal: To bring peace to the soul of mankind?

ALL of them.

Jesus Herbert Christ

Aka

William Herbert Walters

June 13, 2012

The futility of it all: A life led of helping others, teaching them values that gave their lives meaning, direction and hope only to come to this place of utter hopelessness within my own soul, coming to understand that my own life was wasted and of no value whatsoever. To make the ultimate sacrifice that no man has made since my Brother Jesus did it for faith and for faith alone, only to be brought back by a love so great, so powerful that nothing could come between that very love and the faith that held us so close. To have loved one woman so completely, so unconditionally and to finally discover that there was a power greater than this love and to discover that it was not the love that ever mattered at all. It was the faith that mattered: Only the faith.

To know the utter despair of an entire planet full of sin, greed, blood and death and to know this as a part of each cell of my body, the hopelessness of six million Jews and millions of others tortured and killed for no reason at all and to carry the pain of every single individual, being each one, the unbelievable weight of the very personal responsibility for each and every act that was ever committed No man can bear such a burden yet one did do such a thing and now it is on my shoulders to carry it too.

To have lost such a great love to the very values that are the root cause that I have battled for a lifetime and the horror of seeing the woman loved so unconditionally falling victim to those very values is as unbearable as the sins of an entire planet.

To have paid such dear prices for the hope of love for so long, knowing that it is love and only love that has any value at all. Love and faith for one supports the other. To have experienced such a great love for such a short time, only to have it ripped and torn so forcibly by greed and agenda, ripped out and crushed beneath the boots of another God so powerful that only the one true God can stand and fight. To be placed precisely in the middle of this battle, torn constantly, tested constantly, by both sides, tested in each breath of life, a life that has no joy in it, no love and no hope. To pray constantly for death, knowing that even death will not break me out of this place, this center, for that is the price I must pay and pay for eternity, an eternity that no man can ever understand who has not stood in such a place. To know that it is me, the greatest sinner, that must pay such a price for there to be any hope at all for any love to be present on a planet that no longer values love, faith or the one true God. To know that As long as there is a single man, a man precisely like me that believes so strongly, knowing it is me and me alone that gives this very God shape and form, as long as there is one man, hope survives, God survives and love survives. To know that it is me and me alone that gives that other God shape and form and it is me that must pay for that too for one cannot exist without the other and I am the creator. I am the creator. I am the center and I have chosen this very place so that hope and love will survive. To pray so hard, consumed by prayer in this place called life, knowing full well that I speak only to myself yet finding comfort in the full understanding that this one true God does hear and does provide; The God that I created. Seeing my brother Jesus standing in his own center, creating the very same forces, holding them in place just as I do, suffering for eternity, just as I do, knowing that there is no other choice for we are the true believers and the true creators, Knowing full well that no God can exist without such a strong commitment and such a strong faith. For without this belief there is nothing at all and the entire perception will become nothing but an empty void: The perception of an entire universe that also only exists only by faith and belief.

Standing here now alone and aware, broken and hopeless and knowing full well that this is all there is and all there ever will be, bearing the unbearable, being forced to life for there is no solace in death, no escape and no hope of love for myself.

You have never known me at all Kate Walters.

You gifted me the greatest love there ever was and you have ripped it from me.

Bless you Kate for that very love

Bless you Kate for this gift of hopeless despair

There will never be any forgiveness for a man like me Kate

I did it all and you never understood

You were here to love me and support me while there was any life in me at all. The horror of an eternity of this pain, sorrow and responsibility, relieved for this brief moment in time and history by love Kate: Your love.

This was your true task. The task you have failed to do.

Bless you for your failure

I forgive you Kate

Though you have ripped love from me I gift you my unconditional and undying love for that is the man I am. This gift of my love Kate, the strongest love to exist on this planet since my brother Jesus stood in this very same place will survive for all eternity.

Father, protect me and bring me home. There is nothing here for me now. I am ready to fully fulfill my destiny. The destiny I have created and the destiny I chose willingly so that you may survive.

Jesus Herbert Christ

April 14, 2013

Hell and the History Channel

I have been looking around to see if I can locate hell. There are only a few clues to go by.

Colder than Hell

Funnier than Hell

When Hell freezes over

Hotter than hell

Just for the Hell of it

Hell on Earth

Happier than Hell

Some of these clues are obviously contradictory, and I suspect done purposefully, to conceal Hell’s location.

The good part of this search is the available technology that is now online for a search such as this. We now have GPS, ground penetrating radar and satellite imagery.

Colder than hell might indicate one of the poles.

Hotter than Hell might indicate one of the volcanoes

When Hell Freezes over could be the refrigerator

Just for the Hell of it is very confusing

Hell on Earth could be anywhere at all

Happier than Hell is probably, in a mental institution

There has been a great deal of discussion about Hell throughout the ages and it crossed my mind that it could be time to actually locate Hell and drop in for a visit.

Lots of quite famous people are reported to be living in Hell, and I thought some interviews would be a cool thing to do; perhaps a series on the History Channel is in order. I bet it is. I am preparing my interview questions now. Here are a few that have come to mind?

Is English the common language here too?

Have you actually learned any English yet?

How is the school system, here in Hell?

Is cheating expected and condoned?

If you had it to do all over, what, if anything, would you do differently?

Is it true that you are tortured all the time?

Do you just love torture, now?

Is the word, Love, like swearing?

How are the women here? Are they truly easy and willing?

Is all the sex kinky?

Is all the whiskey free?

Is all the whiskey watered down?

How involved, really, is Satan?

How is the tourist trade?

Is it supposed to be this hot?

Where is the part that froze over; can we visit?

Where precisely is, hell on earth?

Is funnier than hell, somewhere around here?

Is it all horrible humor?

Why is all the lighting red?

Rumor has it, there is no way out, ever

Would you want out if the rumor is proved false?

Where would you choose to be, if you could get out?

How long is eternity, really?

Why are only stop signs here and red lights?

Did you get to interview with St Peter first?

How was interviewing with St Peter?

Did St Peter have an attitude when he announced your fate?

Do you think St Peter treated you fairly?

Does it matter to you, if he did?

Do you think St Peter has too much power?

Did St Peter allow even one peek, into Heaven?

Really, are all the women free and easy?

Do you think I can interview Satan?

Are all the monsters and gorgons as cute as I think?

Can I interview some monsters and Gorgons?

How important is Greek History here?

For that matter how important is history at all?

Does Satan have staff?

What is considered snappy dressing here?

Is there really such a thing as happier than Hell?

Is Hell happy? Can I see that part?

Are there community gatherings with Satan presiding?

How is Satan’s presentation; really

Does Satan have a good speaking voice?

Is Satan that good with a fiddle, really?

Does Satan ever do concerts?

How long, do you think, has Satan been here?

Does Satan always wear the horns and the tail?

You are going to let me out of here, aren’t you?

Do I want to be let out?

Really, tell me about the women and the whiskey

Are there taxes here?

Where is the politician’s area?

Can you show me to history’s worst people?

Is there a hierarchy here?

What was your qualifying, entry transgression?

Was your particular transgression, worth every bit of this?

Do you think Satan is a fair sort of guy?

How about God, do you think God is fair?

Does being fair actually matter?

Is chess the game of choice around here?

How about monopoly?

What are the most popular sports?

Are all the games fixed?

Do you ever win sports bets?

Is there a stock market around here somewhere?

Is the stock market in a constant state of failure?

Come on, can I interview Midas?

Is Hitler still pretty busy?

Everyone topside is waiting for the Hitler interview

Does he still have that little mustache?

What about those women and that whiskey?

Is the drug trade flourishing here?

I have seen no weapons. Why is this?

I have noticed a lot of very bad music

The choir really does suck

Do all suicides really end up here?

Does Satan’s definition match God’s definition of sin?

Who do you think actually is right on this one?

Can I interview the angel of death?

Is the angel of death as cool as I think?

Is he really just a talking skeleton dressed in black?

Is that scythe he carries, sharp?

Where do people keep their pets here?

Why is sulfur so popular around here?

Do they still call sulfur brimstone?

Where are all the computers and those single person shooter games?

Come on tell me about the women and the whiskey?

How’s the food here?

Is all the food too spicy and hot?

Any chance of a milkshake?

How about a cold beer?

Are maggots the common spice on the meat?

How are those maggots, really?

I have noticed all the worst and most irritating insects seem to be present

Do snake bites hurt all that much?

Are murder and mayhem sporting events?

How about pillaging and plundering?

Is rape a competitive event?

Is there some kind of Olympics around here?

Please, tell me, there is no health food here

Where are those inquisition folks anyway?

Do I get a tail too, and horns?

How about those cannibals?

Do they have a baseball team?

Are there pennants too?

Of course hot dogs are still served at all sporting events, right?

DO all the creepy, crawlers have their own area too?

Do vampires have a baseball team too?

What about Frankenstein? Is the guy for real?

Is eating human flesh stylish?

Where does the human flesh come from?

Does human flesh really taste like bacon?

Did Attila go through school?

Does he speak English now?

I would like to do a few segments on all the horrid rulers

Is that going to be a problem?

Can I meet some of those cheating women?

How are those women anyway and what about the whiskey?

Any dragons about I can speak too?

There is a lot of speculation about victims of war

Are some of them here too?

Were there any innocent victims of war, really?

What about that Paul Tibbets guy, who dropped the atomic bombs?

Is he about?

Is Judas available?

Is Judas still a snappy dresser?

How about the white whale?

Do Caligula and Nero room together?

There were some wonderful traitors; do they have their own area?

How about the real bad dictators?

Is there a dictator’s hour?

Did those martyrs of Islam really end up here in the end?

Are those virgins here?

Probably not I am thinking

How did Satan get past the virgin issue?

Are explosives legal here?

Is this place a construct of my imagination?

Is this supposed reality, a construct of some collective consciousness?

Where are all the bats?

Who currently holds the record for being the most vicious?

Who holds the female record?

Is there something like a Guinness book here I can examine?

Do you have a library?

What kind of books are in your library?

Are the books always late coming back, or lost?

Is rancid raw meat all there really is?

Are all manners strictly forbidden?

Are there clean sheets, anywhere?

There is a rumor that diarrhea is very stylish around here

Is there truth to the rumor?

Does ANYBODY ever WASH?

Where is Capone now?

How about those guys from the Saint Valentine’s Day Massacre, ALL those guys?

How about those bankers?

Do ALL republicans come here, eventually?

Are there honors given for the most corrupt?

Has Satan ever married?

IF so was she ugly or good looking?

Who would have presided over such a union?

Is there some other kind of book you all get to swear on or at?

Do you raise your left hand when you do?

Billy the kid is big up top too. Is he about?

Is Dillinger rooming with anyone I should know about

Is Bonnie still fucking Clyde?

Did they get to keep all those bullet holes?

What’s the real story on the Bermuda triangle?

Any old Greek or Roman Gods about?

Seen scrooge lately?

I would love to meet those oriental assholes

They had style!

Are horror movies Satan’s way of self promotion?

What about those four horseman anyway?

Where are all those daemons ?

You know the cute scary daemons?

Is there another underworld sort of place?

Can we visit?

I just KNOW there are a shitload of Popes here

Do they give interviews?

I guess piety is not stylish around here

How about those flagellators

Do they have a team too? Do they bleed a lot?

Is blood a popular drink at the bar?

There is a bar, right?

What about a water sports, the other kind, popular or not?

Is feces on the menus at most restaurants?

Is anal sex more common?

I presume the missionary position is a no, no, true or false?

Is self abuse really as popular as reported?

What ever became of Jack the ripper?

Is torture optional or required?

Are all the women diseased?

Is aids the big hit one would suspect?

How about that Ebola?

Is plague as popular as it once was?

I have not seen a single rat. Where are they?

Are there a lot of squishy things?

I have not seen a single worm either, why?

Is starvation still pretty popular?

What is the one thing you truly love about Hell?

Is it actually possible to love anything at all, here about?

What about those Ravens and Crows?

Do you think God might just be a Prude?

Is Goddamned acceptable terminology here?

Have you ever witnessed Satan damming anyone at all?

If so how cool was it, really?

Where do you keep all the catholic priests, the child molesters?

Do they fuck each other now?

I really dislike the music. Is that the point?

I did notice a baseball game being played without a ball

How cool is that?

Did the word, carnal, originate here?

Any Goblins, Orcs, Trolls or other interesting critters around?

How about those wicked witches?

You can tell me, is Satan, Bi?

Does he do animals too?

Truth is never told, true or false?

Are spewing volcanoes a Satan expression?

Honor doesn’t live around here; true or false?

Is there anything worth stealing around here?

How about those mother stabbers and those father rapers?

How is evil defined here?

Any Baptist preachers?

Where do you keep all those Nazis?

Is there a prison here?

Are there TV sets and computers in prison?

Is there a liar’s guild and competitions?

Is divorce the norm?

Borrowing and not returning, normal or not?

Owing and not paying, normal or not?

Fucking your neighbors wife and then the neighbor, cool or not?

Where are those motherfuckers anyway? IS mother happy about this or not?

I suppose lewd behavior is considered perfect?

If there is no chance, are there still possibilities?

There must be a large collection from Washington DC.

Are they prevented from public speaking or interviews?

Who got all those wars going anyway?

If chocolate is really the food of the Gods, then what is comparable here?

Is a taste for feces acquired?

Eat shit and die; true or false?

Where is the root of all evil; Really?

Entrails for lunch? Interesting.

Can we go back to those wild women and the free whiskey now, PLEASE?

I think this a reasonable start for my series. I will submit a synopsis to the History channel and see if I can get some expense money. I am pretty sure the exclusive will be worth a great deal. Now if I can only locate Hell!

For the Love of God

At what point in a man’s life is he able to see any value to the life he has led? Did he ever love with every fiber in his Being: The love of a woman, the love of his children which are a different kind of love but powerful in their own right? Was HIS value in the things he accomplished for himself or others? Was it the treasure he amassed at such a dear cost? Was his value in his passion for living, loving and learning? Was it his mind that grasped concepts that not a single other individual understood, yet the power of his convictions, the strength and the power of those very convictions; is this his value? What value does a man have when he reaches the crossroads of his own mortality and looks at himself in this very light? What value did he provide to the evolution of man? What great gift can he leave to those very people he loved so passionately when that very love, that passion for life, his deep commitment to every single person he ever loved, a love so complete, so unconditional , so passionate and so intense , that not a single one ever understood this very love or valued it themselves? What did he leave to them? What value remains when everything he ever loved, cherished, acquired or created he gave away to those who saw a value there but not the price he paid to be that man or the man himself for who and what he is? Was there a value in a lifetime of seeking the answers to the questions that have troubled mankind since the beginning of time? A life dedicated to this very effort? Was there a value there that the man can hold onto, point to and say to himself, I did this thing and others gained from my lifetime of effort? Is this where he finds his own value, in the final acknowledgment of others for the effort he expended, the lifetime of sacrifice, suffering for himself and for everyone who ever asked a single thing of him, and the wisdom he gained along the way and freely passed to any who would care to listen? Is he able to view his life from the outside looking in and see any value at all? Who sees this value? Who cares? What is their viewpoint and how did he touch them in those brief moments of contact that he tried so desperately to do this very thing; a lifetime of this? To offer a point of view that was different, important to him, to him alone, and him seeing those little gifts, freely given, make those small and sometimes massive changes in the hearts of those he taught? Was there value to his life because he did make these sacrifices and give these gifts? What was the point of this man’s life at all? What did he come here to do? Did he ever really know? Was there ever any real value to anyone but himself? Was his value to have given his very life for his faith and his total conviction to his belief only to come back from the dead, forced from that place of peace and understanding by his own passionate love for those he left behind? Was it their love for him that brought him back or was it his for them? Was there any value to what came next, year after year of confusion, grief, suffering and sorrow and greater and greater loss until he found himself so totally consumed by those very forces that all he wished for, prayed for from the depth of his soul was for his Father, his conviction and his passion to take him Home? To have stood on the brink of death, knife poised at his juggler, ready to be inserted and the man knowing that it was easy to quit, to deny his own purpose for the pain was so totally consuming; The pain of his failure? The failure to himself the most present? To have stood like that, knife poised day after day, shedding a lifetime of tears day after day, an ocean of tears shed for himself and for all of mankind, tears shed in frustration and that all consuming grief and sorrow that only come from such a failure? To scream his pain to those around him some listening, none understanding, all worrying and not a single one ever able to do anything at all to relieve this man of his terrible burden? To have screamed his pain to the only woman he ever loved with the very same conviction and passion he felt for his own convictions and to be ignored and pushed away, slashed with her own knifes of ignorance and vengeance; To have reached a despair so deep that it encompassed the sorrow and hopelessness of an entire spices? To have become that very hopelessness until it washed him clean and freed him from himself and his passion for his own search for a value of any kind to hold onto and treasure? Month after month, day after day, living in a place that the clock did not move, sleep would not come, sustenance and the need for it forgotten. To have paid the terrible price he paid to exist in each moment of such an existence, and existence measured in single heartbeats? Was THIS his value? What was the value of this man whose whole life was all about values and the teaching of that very thing? Whose lifetime search for truth and understanding had culminated in this moment, this one heartbeat where he came to a full and unvarnished conviction that there was no value and that his entire life had been a failure? That he had learned nothing, given nothing and that he might just as well never come into life in the first place? Despair so deep for a man such as this that the very fabric of his immortal soul was ripped wide open and left to bleed out forever? Knowing he could not go back, could not go home to the place of peace and understanding by the simple expedient of death for each time he had tried each time filled with the conviction to take his own life once again his hand stayed by that very thing he valued most: his own faith? Stayed by some vague hope for understanding to a single answer to the one question his entire life represented, the question of who he was? Dying and dead moment by moment only to be reborn moment by moment so that he could examine this very question as viewed from the mortality of his next moment? Frantically, desperately reaching outside of himself for anything that could keep him alive with any purpose at all? Ripping himself open with clawing desperate hands seeking some value within himself to live for? Some purpose some reason, some value? To pray so desperately to the God he valued above all things for his answers only to realize that that was the biggest lie of all and his biggest failure? To know in the fabric of his soul that he had failed the god he had claimed to value more than any other single thing as represented by a lifetime of teaching this very value? That he was the biggest failure to himself and to this very power?

It is a hell of a story, isn’t it; this man’s life? He took the time and expended the efforts to write it all down as it happened so that there would be a record of what it took to be him and what he had learned in the vague and vain hope that perhaps somewhere in those writings some value might emerge, a value to others for he had none himself.

On April 21, in the year of our lord 2013, the man was gifted ALL of his answers, ALL of his value and he knew beyond any shadow of a doubt that he had finally returned HOME. It was not the home of the death he so desperately prayed for and it surprised him it was not.

What this man found on that day was the Love of God. It was not the love God had always given HIM it was the love he could now give back. No longer does he pray for what God may give to him. Now his heart is open, his very soul is open to one thing and one thing only, to let his own passion for life, his deep and total conviction to the value of love flow out of himself from an umbilical that reaches from his core to God himself; An umbilical of light and love that he can now give back to God all the great gifts of a lifetime to bring him to this very day. A home for his love to go to for no man ever loved as he did and no human ever saw or treasured that love. He found his center in the love of God. The love he can give for the rest of his life, totally, unconditionally as he had given that very love to so many that never valued it: More passionate, more driven, more committed to THIS, the great honor, the deep humbleness to even have come to this place of total and full understanding that the great gift of his love could only be understood and treasured by God.

What value is this man’s life? Why did he do the things he did?

He did it ALL,

For the love of God.

April 22, 2013

The only thing I have ever written that means anything at all

Fame REALLY Sucks

Life was pretty quiet for me, for the most part, growing up as a kid. Pound a few nails, cut a few boards, do a little fishing. Dad was a good teacher, and I now have some good life skills. Not worth a shit in death though. He actually agrees. He and mom have a quiet little spot here, and have somehow managed to keep her public, at bay. Good for them. They really do deserve it. I visit a lot. I still love her cooking.

It was when I decided to go for a walk; Sort of a walkabout; like the Aussies do now. Hell, even I don’t remember where I went; Seems like I recall way too much desert. Next time perhaps I will choose the mountains. Well too late now, actually. There will be no next time. I do have a few very fond memories though. Some fine women. Nobody cares about those, so I keep them to myself.

Then one day when I got back, I was walking across a shallow puddle and some idiot, who must have had a weird perspective, visually, of me doing this, starts telling everyone I can walk on water. It went downhill rather quickly after that.

The rumors started flying. People are so gullible. I had no choice really. The press was a real pain in the ass. I just happen to like white robes. I look good in white. What’s the big deal? Now they demand this saintly look. What the hell is that supposed to be? So I practiced in front of the mirror, on parental advice. They figured there might be a buck in the saintly look, so I went along. They were right of course, as usual. All those profits from the Bethlehem days were getting pretty thin about that time. Dad and I were pretty good carpenters though and we kept busy. Now I am famous.

Fame sucks. No privacy at all; People following me wherever I go. I do have some damned good speech writers though. Great material and I am told I have mastered the delivery. I wouldn’t know. I always tend to think there are better actors. That alone makes me strive to perfect the art.

I just wish they would get off this particular theme. I know I can do comedy, but no one will let me try. I just know I am going to be stuck in this one genre. The demand is just too great. People eat this shit up.

I have to hide the profits to, as it just would not do to flaunt my wealth. Mom and Dad take care of that end. I trust them. Wealth goes against the theme, and I do understand. The show is, really popular. Shit, what I wouldn’t give for some lobster and a good bottle of whiskey. I don’t care much for wine, I never have. Nobody believes me. That whole Chalice bit just took to great of a hold. I am not all that surprised, really, it was so well written. I did have to carry those other guys, such amateurs. You could see it in the portrait. The portrait came much later, but the artist caught it well. That guy could paint; pretty creative inventor too. He earned the acclaim, in my opinion.

The writers wrote in these twelve guys to tag along with me. Some had talent but most are just not worth a shit. They seem to have bought into the theme and are starting to believe this shit. I told them to get some real actors, some quality, but no they went with the budget instead, and now, I really am stuck with them. Even after death, they just keep it up. They have a pretty good following of their own now; Christians mostly. Christians are a gullible lot.

I never could hide from them either. I tried. I used to have a puppy. These guys are much worse. At least they are house broken; barely. They are sneaky as hell. The writers gave them way too much air time, and way too much drama, in my opinion. Mostly that came after I was dead, in an effort to keep the show alive I am sure. My opinion doesn’t matter of course. I am just required to stand around and give those speeches, as good as they actually are. Those special effects guys are real wizards; none better anywhere; Great miracles. Hell, even I believed them for a while. I guess if you see the big picture, it really is a hell of a production.

There really was only one diversion for me, and I had to sneak around for that. Good looking girl too. Not one ounce of piety. Mary Magdalene. That girl was a real talent, orally, in her time. We loved hanging out at the well in the sunshine. She set a new standard.

There is something historical about it all, something sort of timeless. That production is rated as the greatest show ever created. Even CSI, mash, scrubs, star trek, or many others never came close. The book was a best seller; the best seller of all time. It is still on the list. Still near the top.

Now I am dead of course, and in the end I have been proven right. Those twelve idiots got off track, as I predicted.

That whole dying on the cross business was highly overrated. It hurt like hell. I really wish they all had not taken this shit so seriously. I sure never did. I always thought I was too young to die. When they accused me of being some sort of messiah and the law got involved, I knew, I was well and truly fucked.

No lawyer, no defense, no jury, nothing but an angry mob. I think they hired a lot of extras too, but I will never be sure. I don’t want to know anyway. Hell I never had a chance, and I knew it. Fuck it, I thought, it will be that goddamned cross for sure. I was right. Being right did not help one bit. Pilot gave a masterful performance. It was an honor to watch him work.

There I was hanging on that cross and those speech writers just kept cranking out the material. I was expected to perform to. Never sign a contract you did not read completely. It was the fine print of course. The fine print will get you every time. It really was first class drama; some of my best work. Too bad Oscar had not been invented yet. That would have been some solace.

There is no solace in the longevity of it either. It still causes me trouble all the time. People still hound me. There are more of them too. A lot of folks have died since I did, and lot of them believed all that shit, those writers came up with. I quit signing autographs long ago.

Those Victorian women are the worst. They want it, they know it, they allude to it, but they just are not worth a shit, in bed. I have given up on them. There is just no teaching some people.

The Ivory snow gal, well, I seem to have forgotten her name. Anyway, she did this movie called deep throat, or something like that. She really set a standard, so I keep sending those Victorian women to her for lessons. I am sure they were too shocked to attend. Shock will do that.

She has a hell of a collage now. Women are clamoring to be admitted. Not those Victorian gals though. Prudish is a way of life for them. At least the Christians are getting over their piety here, well, a little anyway. Some habits die hard. Her collage is full of Christians. Mostly Catholics and Baptists though. Those Jehovah’s Witnesses just ain’t going to change. I really hate how they dress too; nothing sexy about any of it.

I have met God. He is funny as hell, and we had a great laugh over him being my father. He watched the whole thing. He told me he really loved the script, creative as hell. Of course I was flattered. He is now using my script writers. They are dead too, of course and he takes good care of them. I don’t mind at all. I am good enough to wing it now anyway. He uses my special effects guys too.

That guy knows every joke ever told and can spit them right out too. I have always had issues remembering jokes. I don’t know why. Perhaps those scripts affected me. It was all so serious. Serious was in vogue at the time.

He has a great heart; simply loves everything and everybody. In a way, I wish he had been my father. I actually do try to emulate him. He is a wonderful example for us all. He has had a long time to mellow though. He wasn’t always this way.

He shared some of that with me over a drunk one time. It was a good scotch if I recall. He doesn’t care for wine either. Something we have in common. I kind of felt sorry for him. Still, he is a whole lot better these days. It takes some pretty severe trials, sometimes, to learn life’s lessons, deaths lessons are like that too.

He is a better person for it all. He told me he really did regret that, first born bit. He paid for it too; had to change diapers on lots of dead children for years. He said he took it as sort of a penance and never minded.

He really is a great guy. We are very close. We dine together whenever we can, but we are both hard workers, and are stuck with these roles. Like to just get away and go fishing for a few years with him, but we both know it won’t happen. Just too much demand on our time. I thought I would have a lot of time here. It hasn’t worked out that way.

I guess death really isn’t all that bad, even for me. I have no real reason to complain. No one would listen if I did. I did get to do a comedy skit once; great material too. It was a total flop. I know why and I was not really hurt. I really do understand. That’s the real problem. Once you are stereotyped it just never goes away. I sincerely wish it would; Fat chance.

All I can really say is that I still love to wear the white robes. They somehow still seem fitting. The women still love the robes too, and I still love the women. so it works out. I suppose, I best get moving. My public is waiting, as usual. Put on my game face and out the door.

Jesus

April 2011

Tidbits of value to add to

No man is less. No man is more, in the eyes of

God.

There are only good men and evil men. They are interchangeable. Free will determines which is which.

If you amass the treasures of this world and own all you have ever wanted and you have paid prices to Satan to get it what have you done? What legacy do you leave?

Without God you have nothing at all

A truly honorable man always puts his decisions before God before he takes action. I have failed in this in my life. I will fail no more.

Move slower in your life so that you don't miss the love of God that is all around you. Give it back and joy will fill your heart.

Believe in me and you shall know the kingdom of Heaven

The real legacy that each of us leaves when we pass is not the treasure we amass; it is not the things of this world that we leave behind that define our lives. The true legacy we leave behind and that define our lives are the values we live by and passed to our children and taught to all those who touched us as we traveled through life. This legacy is given only by example. Show compassion to someone today, anyone at all.

Take care where you place your feet upon this earth for you tread on

God who has gifted you this earth. Each time you take a step God is loving you. Love him back and joy will fill your heart.

When you give voice to God and use these words it makes no difference which belief you follow or what name you use for it is only the love of God you speak. God hears all men who come to him with the joy and the passion and the love he gives to us.

God has gifted us the creatures of this earth. All of these creatures have a basic nature. Each has a purpose and a value. Some provide our sustenance. Love them when you eat them with the same passion you love God for it is in this way you truly give them back what they have given you.

Take nothing for granted and you will not be taken for granted.

Taste the food you eat and savor the flavors for this is a gift from God. Gluttony is only inattention. Pay attention.

When you feed a dog from the table, does he not swallow it whole? Are you then a dog?

No cross or other image will protect you from anything at all. It is only the love of God that protects us all.

God by any other name is still God. Love your God.

If you believe in evil, evil exists. If you believe in God FIRST no evil can touch you.

The Dogmas of the places of worship stand between you and God. Remove the dogmas and Love your God

God would rather you love him than fear him

God loves you. Love God back.

Worshiping God is not as good as loving God. God prefers you love him.

God never feels guilt. You should not feel guilt either. If you do no harm you won’t.

There is nothing wrong with money. Give some of yours away.

Why are you so concerned with the doings of man? Place your concern inside yourself and the doings of God and mans worries will be gone

Seek perfection in yourself judged not by man but by God. Be attentive to each thought, each word and each Deed and joy will fill your heart.

Any man can be a Christ for that is what the Jesus the Christ taught us all. One need only follow the path he has put before you.

Each time you stand before a mirror take close note of your own eyes for that is the exposure of your soul that all men view. Let them see your perfection.

April 2013

Any questions? light.walters@gmail.com

My Sainthood

I put in my application for Sainthood. What a bitch that was. They wanted to know all about everyone I ever slept with, who I killed or wanted to kill, every single bad thought, but they don’t tell you what a bad thought is, how many critters I have killed including insects and whether or not I prayed for their little souls when I squished them, unbelievable carnal questions, (and you thought animals were weird?), All the lyrics and music for every rap song ever written (why this?), how I experienced each sight, sound, smell and taste individually throughout my entire life and write a five hundred word essay on each one, what the precise colors were in the sky on any given day, A complete historical account of every historical event that happened in my lifetime, and so much other stuff it would take a book three feet thick, just to put down the list.

I did not get a list. I got the thought stamped on my brain because the technology has progressed that far already at Sainthood for Sinners and it is so damned quick you never knew it happened. That little button of a woman behind the desk was damned good looking too and kept giving me the eye. I think that son of a bitch snuck up behind me and did the deed when I wasn’t looking.

I asked them why they couldn’t just pull all the answers right out too, just like they stuffed that list in, and they told me the technology wasn’t up to it yet. Shit. Now I am stuck with the list. Why did this have to happen now? Who knows in a few years the technology would be up to snuff. So I ended up doing it the same way all Saints before me have done it; Fill out the damned application.

I gave it fifteen minutes and abbreviated a lot. No glossary, no footnotes. They loved it; Figures.

In the end all you get is a certificate to hang on the wall (it does come in a rather nice frame), a handshake and a congratulations, a wave as you leave, and an eternity of people wanting something from you. My seven year old daughter is now calling me Saint Dad; Weird.

My halo is coming Fed Ex. There were no color choices. I hope it fits. I do have a rather large head. I am having little medals made, to hang around the neck. If you pray to them, I will save you from yourself. I was NOT looking for work. I have been thinking of hiring staff, and putting together a rather generic web site. Damn job has no salary. The out of pocket is going to kill me. Perhaps I can sell candles or something. Take donations. I thought about combining this with the Church of Fornication but have been advised that this is probably not a good idea. Damned if I know why.

Why Me?

How could this possibly happen to ME?

OH, Fed Ex is here. How exciting!! I have been assured the Halo glows in the dark too! How cool is that?

April 2011

The Hunt

Lightly on me feet, disturbing neither pebble nor branch

The stillness of the air and the quiet, so demanding

Rivulets of sweat running down my back and my brow

Through the parted branch stands the quarry

Head down munching on the brown, dry grass

Slowly, ever so slowly, the approach

Each movement measured, sure

The head quickly raises, alert, intent

My raised foot does not move, balance, and effort and endurance

The stillness of time un-moving

The quarry looking right through me, huge brown eyes, unblinking

The head drops, the grass is more important than I

My foot touches earth, rifle at my shoulder, violent, poised

The picture of iron down the length of the barrel, clear, concise

Antlers, twelve points of living being

Again the head rises, looking, searching

The perfect picture of death, just behind the shoulder

The heart, the blood of life pumping, just under the surface

Finger poised on the trigger, the pressure of death close

Release the pressure, lower the barrel, and step back

Honor the moment and treasure the life

Lightly on my feet, disturbing neither pebble nor branch

I retreat, within myself

These things that you have just read are a record of what it takes for such a spiritual journey. Much more has happened since this journal was put to paper. This last little bit is only an indication of what and where this man must now go.

The Value of Values

In the beginning there was nothing. A void. A reality. An OBJECT/OBSERVER reality. From a very DIFFERENT reality that is NOT constrained by the rules of an object/observer reality came an INTENTION. When it entered into THIS reality, it gave birth to another INTENTION; an INFANT. It then withdrew back to its own reality leaving this infant alone to EXPERIENCE whatever it could create or wished to experience. These INTENTIONS are CREATORS.

In an object/observer reality in order for this intention to exist at all there MUST have been an observer at that moment of creation. That moment that God as we tend to call this thing came to be. There WAS. No philosophy, religious perspective or science has ever put it all this way. This entire concept is original and GIFTED to me.

In order for this intention to exist it is REQUIRED that ONE thing, one person BELIEVES that it does in fact exist OR EVERYTHING including IT will simply cease to exist. This CAN happen in a single heartbeat.

Throughout the history of this planet man has created many Gods. These Gods existed because they were in fact believed in. EVERYTHING associated with these gods EXISTED. The moment there was no one to believe they ceased to exist and moved into that place we call myth. This is TRUE of the Gods that are worshiped and BELIEVED in TODAY.

In THIS reality, ALL reality is CREATED both individually and collectively. WE create this reality.

Where we have come to is convoluted and complicated. We have created many forms of religion and many Gods. These are LESSER entities and so are THOSE realities and have NOTHING to do with the original intention whatsoever. ALL of these realities do in fact EXIST. There actually is a Catholic heaven and hell. Why? Because 1.2 BILLION people BELIEVE there is and every single one of them will in fact go THERE at that moment of death. This is true of ANY religion. 98% of the people on this planet do in FACT believe in some sort of power greater than themselves and they have CREATED many gods and ways to make this reality true for themselves. It is ONLY because they BELIEVE that this is ALL true.

Jesus Christ was a very unique individual. Jesus the MAN not the created MYTH. He completely understood HOW this reality does in fact work and he understood precisely what I have just explained. In order for him to get to this very understanding, he had to blow right through every single religion, perspective and point of view and GIFT us ALL a different point of view. This gift can be found everywhere. “You can do as I do”. Yes you can create your own reality is the translation. There is no need or requirement to ever place anyone or anything between yourself and God or this original intention. Be kind to each other and treat each other as you would like to be treated. How hard is this? Really? All of his messages were SIMPLE. Given the times it is amazing that ANY of his words survived. Oral traditions, poor transportation, different languages, geographic constraints. Uneducated people, ignorance, bigotry, all had a significant impact. There was no internet or instant communication worldwide. Jesus Christ did in fact UNDERSTAND and he did in fact blow right through ALL points of view that were available to him and everyone else at that time. He CLEARLY saw the INTENTION and he clearly understood that if HE did not believe, completely, fully and on a cellular level the whole construct would cease to exist. He BELIEVED in mankind to. He understood the VALUE of words like love, hope, honor, integrity, compassion and other words, words spoken but no actions to accompany those very words. People did not care to LIVE those words because they were too busy taking advantage of each other, thinking that their way, their belief was the ONLY way and the only belief. Greed and avarice, image and ego were the MOST valued VALUES. What he DID know is that these VALUES mattered to HIM and that the entire species was worth saving because of THESE values. The ONLY way he COULD save the species AND this reality was by his OWN firm belief and convictions. THIS is what he is doing RIGHT NOW. It is ONLY this one man’s belief in this original intention that keeps IT and everything else in place, right NOW. He is in FACT directly connected to the original intention, or God. This is NOT the god of ANY religion on this planet. For over two thousand years he has been TEACHING this CHILD, this intention the VALUE of these values. Time is measured MUCH differently in this place. Jesus did one more very important thing. He took FULL responsibility for EVERYTHING that has ever happened on this planet from the beginning. WHY? Because he understood that he IS in FACT that intention and that he did in fact create EVERYTHING. What a terrible burden to bear. What a HUGE commitment to every single part of this reality.

A few thousand years later, along comes another human being who does in fact understand ALL of this and more. Another human being who took the same paths, blew right through every belief and perspective, INCLUDING HIS, and has a very different job to complete. A job that will continue long after death.

At THIS moment this intention can be compared to a twenty-two year old college student. Irresponsible. Cares about nothing at all. Is only interested in SELF and in self-gratification. Is in it for the PARTY. This intention is NOT attached to ANY outcome. It is simply EXPERIENING LIFE and this reality through US. Each of us.

This planet is stuck in the same way it was at the time of Jesus Christ and why not? What is the example available to follow? The example IS GOD. A twenty-two year old young adult. Every single religious text talks of WORSHIP of this CHILD? Do what I EXPECT of you or I will toast your ass? I will take your first born? I will destroy YOU and your cities? I will CONFUSE the issue by making you speak different languages? I will CONSTANTLY make you PROVE yourselves to ME and I don’t have to do ANYTHING to ever prove MYSELF OR my existence to YOU? BULLSHIT!!

MY job is to teach this CHILD that it does in FACT bear responsibility for ALL of it and it is in FACT time to wake the fuck up and BE an example of ALL of these VALUES. I have spent my life LIVING these values. There was NO example to follow. I made these values up and I then LIVED them. I HAVE in fact PROVEN to this CHILD that it CAN be done in spite of ANY influence whatsoever. I have been CONSTANTLY tested all my life by this CHILD. I have withstood every single test. It is ONLY my belief in this CHILD that keeps ME going. The tests keep coming. They get harder and harder but in the end there is NOTHING that can EVER shake MY belief in the Same way there was nothing that could have changed Jesus Christ’s belief.

This CHILD can ONLY exist because of men like us.

A child’s ONLY job is to become GREATER than the sum of their parents. It is past time that GOD gets this and IS this. This is MY job. To teach this CHILD.

I don’t give a damn WHO understands me, this perspective or one damned thing I just put to paper.

I KNOW and NOTHING will ever shake that.

If YOU want to be of VALUE to THIS reality then LIVE the examples you HAVE been taught and quit bullshitting yourselves and everyone around you. There CAN be peace on this little rock we call Earth. We can create that reality ANY TIME we choose. Get off of YOUR ass and LIVE these VALUES and you are then an EXAMPLE to follow. Life is in fact interactive. Plug your ass IN and your head will surly follow.

There are no gray areas. The light is on or it is off. Quit making excuses for YOU wasting YOUR life for nothing at all. Give YOURSELF VALUE. Nobody else will.

In the meantime I am going to teach this CHILD what the word RESPONSIBILITY means.

Blessings to all

June 2014