Heaven Is

Maybe someone like me was never ment to understand people, nor them I. Perhaps it would be an easy thing for me to do; walk into some court some day, and sue for my entitlements. Perhaps I could wish to then go through my vast list of those whom have betraied me, in this life-time as a man; that I should now unwelcomely be turned into this thing, this god-like creature. Perhaps once done legaly, and in a court-of-law, every man and woman on the street would be encourraged into rightful, and in their eyes, holy-war. Perhaps I could even finally then cause those same people responciple for both my creation, and what thus-far they have feared to recongnize as their demise, to finally be brought-up on charges of conspiricy_leading to the highest esolangs of establishment, and all of whom know me well_to be imprisoned, striped of their possesions, and meny to witness the lopping-off of heads a plenty. But do I want that/Really?

What really makes me crazy, and who knows, partly it could be my fault_having somewhat of an overpowerring certanty about all this is: most of humanity can only beleive in a, Jesus, that's going to one-day wisk them off to Heaven, and safty; saving them from an all-to-certan eventual globel-casastrophe. Well I'm sorry my Dears, but I've been here sixty-years on the 16th. of May. Other than a brief four seconds, when I was a teenager, casually and recklessly playing with a 22 semi-automatic rifel on a hill-top behind my family's home_where I had built a small log-cabin play-house, did I ever think what it would be like to no-longer be here. Since thatt formentioned date, I have always been prepairesd to live my life_no matter what it surved-up to me, for as long as I can and my God permits_with two feet on solid ground. And just what in the fuck need have people for some demi-god to wisk them off to Heaven for anyways; for as the scriptures say:" It is already inside each and every one of us" or was that a lie. No no! We don't need to abandon our world to save our soul. We need to repair our soul to save our world. If that requirres a great-clensing of the shits that are running stuff around here, so-be-it! On that subject all I can say is: How fortunate are my people, that it was I the true-gods in Their infinate-wisdome chose to represent Them, because, having your name attached to, DUBYA'S war, and probably the ability with you're own resorces able to prove it easily, nevermind, Jesus Christ, Hitler most lickedly would have been the one to succeed in ataining The Second Coming.

Maybe I just don't want to believe all the prophesies, or at least understand them in the same manner as ordanary folks do anyway. It is not however by understanding things the way ordanary people do, that is responsible for getting me on all these famious, alledgly inlightened peoples web-pages_that surely my name shall reign unto eturnity, is it. It is not by understanding prophesy the way of ordanary people_that has allowed me to hold the feet of my peers/enemies to the fire; that they should surrender to me what is mine; starting-off with my most holy-names, and, titles. That I should die, or have my human identity, my very being remopved from the presents of my people_fits no way into the plans I have made for eather myself, or my people this time. NuHuh! We both know isn't in anybody's understanding of prophesy. No. I refuse to believe in a god that would require me to kill-off two-thirds of the earth, once His people had been magicly carried-off and up into the Heavens, until it was safe to return again! For fuck Really. One third of the planet is worthy to be taken to Heaven in the first-place, and by accordance as to what the church would say_as they litterly blasphime against us, pillage us to store their own wearhouses with food, possesions and gold? Of course, there are many ways of unraveling the meaning of this original-text anyway. The point is: Even with all I have done this far, there is still much to both yet be done, and, I intend to depart the way of, Muhammad, an old-man. Hardly at the age of sisty-six, as he had done however; you will understand, because, I also intend fully to reep and enjoy the rewards of my service to my God and people, in the full-face of what I am deturmand will be an honorable, and loving socity.

So hang-on people:It's going to be Not only "a bumpy-ride" but it also may take some-time to reach our destination. We will get there however, and together: not only because that is my deturmanation, and, we can see I really am He who must be pleased, but because also_that we should make it together really is one of those things I so clearly understand of the scriptures. The same God that made me, made you too see. And Heaven already is here. For some of us it may be difficult to see at times. But if I can do this thing in front of you're own eyes, that the whole of the earth can now through:"Gods-gift" as The Pope calls it, the internet_witness to what has been done for you, and act, well...have I not returned just as the prophesies said He would "As if from a cloud"?
Think about it. Those whom gave me my titles did. And they knew I would one day, because, there still is much living to be done inside of me, return with God's rage, and finally through my peoples wisdome, we could very-well soon be coming after them, we would topple their thrones, we would take possesion of this maching we call an earth and our home. And to be danmed anybody who tries to stop us!

I will say one thing though: Truely I feel sorry for anybody working in the television-industry right now. I know I use celibrities-names quite a lot, especially on Twitter. I don't judge people however. They are free to live their lives the way they want_just as am I. But it is their Queen-of-Talk that got us all in this terrible-trouble in the first-place, and they have the loudest voice on earth. It's not my fault that if they are to continue in the buisness, they have to follow the unholy-bitch to her doom. But we all got dissions to make; which is another thing I don't make for other people incidently. We/I never expected establishment to just lay-down and die, and is not what I want anyway. But every thousand years or so, it needs a good kick in the nuts apparently; that for their treatment towards me, I am all too willing to, and for ever long it needs take, be there to supply a mayby not so massive foot as a say size-sixteen_where ny elevens or twelves will dom just as finly a job. I will have my throne. And I will have my voice. As for a crown_who needs it, though, probably that too some-day will be mine/ours, because, when ones duty is being preformed properly, one doesn't need search for money. And technically, in a court-of-law, humph...ten-Billion bucks and change ain't nuttn to sneaze at; were one to give this situation tjhe most disgusting look on things that is. Why we just could, I imaging, manage to have a jewel-encrusted gold-crown for every day of the week.
But that would be all too human, wouldn't it; that if this case actually does needs reach the courts, most than lickly I would donate nearly every cent to charities and building orgnations, and already have the fducking Vatican to live in to boot.
Rome, after all, looks nice any day of the year. tee-hee
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I Find Myself

Almost every morning when we get up, we say to ourselves "We're ashamed we probably won't be doing any blogging" because we know there is so much that needs to be said, and, quite possibaly I might be a touch more lazy than I would like to believe. Becides, it's easy to imangian none of this will even be known about for another three-hundred years anyway; since we know humanity feels Christ could never be allowed to be regonized within His own life-time_eather now or then, because after-all, that would require everyone to put-away their instrements of deception and war, and, finally come-together in a peaceful diolog. Heavens forbid eh?

Subsequently, I find myself_more often than I would like to_falling into that same trap most of socity has sunk into, where expressing our disatisfaction on-line, seems to be_almost in some perverted way, an excape into personal-calmness and satisfaction. Fortunatly however, at least most of my expressed-opinions are actually the right ones_for an inlightend socity; though I'm sure difficult for some to stomach.

I do of course realize it sounds petty to some people, to imangian a Christ that could take theCross almost effortlessy, only to return as one that wasn't prepaired to allow His people to even blasphime His name. I mean, come-on, words don't hurt right. That's after all what we were taught in my generation. But they do hurt. Everybody knows it. And when you hurt people, there are consenquences; often unimanigened but just as real for the victums of such abuse. So I can only hope good-folks would realize that when you're idenity has been confirmed by you're peers_as has been mine, to disrespect me, or even the very name of Christ, who we all know did exist, and once did this wonderful thing that we may all have hope, this could be somewhat of a special circumstance. For one: most people don't have to get-up in the morning, and wonder how very meny innocent people have been murdered_in you're name, since the brief time when you went to sleep. Not meny people have to understand that a President of the United-States of America used the name of your Savior to launch a blackmailed, immoral, unethical and illegal war, or, live with the fact that after mailing a letter to him just ten-days before, actually you were the very person he suggested gave you the permission to commit this great atrosity. No. You don't have to go to bed at night_feeling as though nothing will ever allow you to arise in the morning, with any confidance any of that innocent-blood, true-blood, has been maracialassy washed away; only to realize that it hasn't. Neather do you have to live in a world where anyone awear of your on-line presents expects you to be wiped clean of your humanity; so that you have the resembelance of the God they have so been taught to expect you to return as. Well I won't be a God. I am a simple man. And for those who can understand prophesy, those whom can understand that in the year of our Lord-1948 the nation of Israel itself was raised from the dust in the ground, into the great nation it is now, because, a few inlightened people simply understood prophesy, to make the short of the long of it, their idiots.

Of course I'm mad at the world. I'm furious! But more than being bothered by my people, and their total dismissal of me, I'm angry with myself. I'm the problem. I have to believe this, or surely I would be driven mad by my own mind. It is me who has this great weight on his hands; that in all my life I shall never be allowed to shake away from my being. It is me who has failed to make my people understand the truth of my own life. And it is me, who doesn't know how to communaite like the God one expects, but as only the human I so am. Ask yourself though: Isn't the merical of Christ that He was a man. Maybe folks needa stop blaiming me_in their hearts and their minds_for not being the God they think they so need, and, realize that as all members of the human-race we can get through all this toghther as such. But of course that would require a whole mess of true-sinners stepping-up to the line_making sacqfices simular to mine. These people can't even accept what they have done as anything wrong; those whom have so betraied me, let alone imangian themselves ever having to pay for it in any way.
Well people, it's only too late when you think it's too late. I havn't come to that conclusion yet, and sorry...hope I never do, because "I Pitty The Fool" who thinks colusion, racterring, blackmail, and all sorts of other trickery_is anyway for a nation, or a world to find inlightenment, and am here to prove that it's not.

Now I'm sorry this post is going to be so terribly short, but, I rather be at Twitter, where people arn't always quite certan if I'm serious, or not. After-all, I don't want people thinking I want to make-up their minds for them, now, do I. You decide.
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The Burning

If it were ever my natural-nature to feel sorry for someone, other than as-I-do feel:"People are responsible for their own actions, and, must live their lives towards their beliefs" I don't think a more sorry`assed person could be imangined than that of, Steadman Graham, of the Oprah-dinisty. I know he has all these wonderful organzinations, where alledgly he helps little-kids and the like. We are also aware, Mr.Graham, runs some publisity-outlet thingy; which apparently he probably had set-up long before meeting, Miss.Winfrey, and, that in this way he is a man of his own_although the world may have a more pestimestic, or, positive attitude_depending on their circumstances, I guess? I hose the negitive, so to think what it must be like to be him, I say Yukh!
Can you imangian...to actually live, and, be associated sexually with "the biblical whore of revelation" to have the world think you fuck that. Why that's just disgusting. Of course, peobably, Mr.Graham, hasn't actually touched that smelly, raggedy, old, warn-out thing for years_if ever; since in true-life, perhaps there has never been a more ugly looking rich bitch than nour ulistrious mighty Miss Winfrey; though for the grater-part, the public hasn't realized this, or, refuses to believe, because_after all, this is their Oprah, and, Chi must be all encompassing, wonderful, yes...even magnanimous!

So never mind that this cow is the one who sits atop the "seven hills" of the earth "leading it astray" and that those Seven Hills are the seven continents of the earth, or, that she has "slept with all the Kings of the earth" with that little television-show she used to have, and now, OWN-TV, OWN-Canada & OWN-this and that! Not to mention her' own "O Magazine" which she has so ungraciousley managed Not to thank me for the idea there-of so to speak. Yeah well I got sommin the`Bitch can own all right. And Chi's earned every lick of it. And you can get you're filthy mind out of the gutters too, you pig;lol. No, unlike, Stedman Graham, I would never allow myself to be assoiated with that filthy-cunt on such a level, or, permit one single soul of humanity to ever believe I would. NuHuh! The fact is: The only firm, solid stick I would ever allow this particular stinking-twat to ever recive a close proximanity to, are those lighting-up the fires of hell; where surely her fat, black-ass can finally contrubute towards something meaningfull. "Fule for the burning of all the other little cunts just like her."
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What You're Going to Do

I may have opened my mouth a little too wide, the other day_talking to my neighbour outside. These people have been living next door for about eighteen months now, and, we have had meny, meny conversations; as things go for city-dwewllers_who don't usually know much about one another in the first place. Never has the conversation conversed in that time, towards the direction of me being known within the realms of establishment as The- Reincarnated Christ; that the subject came directly out of left-field, so-to-say. There's no need to transgress into the dulldrums of the exact wording of the conversation; that it will service to state: it took aproximately 30 to 45 of the first minutes-seconds of a three minute conversation, before my neighbour had already called me Jesus, twice!

Of course you can see what the problem is here now, don't you? Tomorrow, or whenever is the next time I see my neighbour, all these questions have to go through my mind_of which i surely have no intention of disgussing with the likes of you, but, more importantly, meny questions have already, I'm sure, gone through the head of my neighbour as to "How could this all be possable, Jesus, lived next-door to him and nobody knew?" And if you don't know how pratically, erotically-humorous that is, I might as well just roll-over, and, crawl back into my tomb. I give-up. But that was a lie! `We never give-up, and, all our enimies are always sacrificed. So be carefull out there out there, my pepole, please.

And now what you're going to do is: Go away and think about all this for a while. After all, it's only fair. I have to. And for every day of the rest of my life. Surely you can take a few minutes to think what you're going to do about it?
amen