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
amen