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MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD



Alvin Miller


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Preface

MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
Introducing Myself
I'm the Captain!
The Joke
The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
     Online Image 1: Me on The Great White Throne (and I don't mean the toilet!)
     Online Image 2: Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Nutty Fruitcake
     Online Image 3: Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God
     Online Image 4: 'E.T.' Finger
     Online Image 5: 'E.T.' Finger. Boy Fascinated (Frozen into Stone Statue)
     Online Image 6: Hypnotized (Frozen into Stone Statue)
The Taboo
     Online Image 7: 'Surrogates' Doll
     Online Image 8: 'Surrogates' Fairy Bowling
White Armband
     Online Image 9: Bosch's Wages of Sin
Instant Prophet
The Witches
My Favorite Sport
     Online Image 10: 'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds
     Online Image 11: 'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over!
     Online Image 12: Repeat: 'Surrogates' Doll
     Online Image 13: Repeat: 'Surrogates' Fairy Bowling
     Online Image 14: 'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down!
Defeating the Whore of Babylon
     Online Image 15: Castrating Medusa's head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen
     Online Image 16: Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd (Dolls Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell)
Getting You to Change Your Bedroom Behavior
I Must Rule!
     Online Image 17: The Real Secret Rapture!
I'm a Fairy – In Fact, the King of the Fairies!
     Online Image 18: Madonna and Child
My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty)
     Online Image 19: 'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors (Compare with Image 1)
     Online Image 20: 'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes Nuclear!
     Online Image 21: 'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid) over Stupefyin' Jones (Stupefied = Turned to Stone)
     Online Image 22: Harp Playing Angel/Clown Harpo Struck Dumb (Mute) Goes Nuclear and Sounds his Angel Trumpet over Dolls!
The Jesus You Never Knew
Leaving the Fleshpots
     Online Image 23: 'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' Subject under a Spell (Hypnotized)
Your Household
     Online Image 24: Bosch's Hell
Instant Proof You're in Hell
Cities
The Tarot Cards
     Online Image 25: The Fool
     Online Image 26: The Tower of Babel
     Online Image 27: The King of the World
     Online Image 28: The Hanged Man
     Online Image 29: What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Light
The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack, the Tower of Babel for this Cycle Now Ending
     Online Image 30: Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds
     Online Image 31: 'The Brain from Planet Arous' - Sex Fiend Madman Cackles
To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem Descending to Earth!
     Online Image 32: TIMETABLE
     Online Image 33: 10,000 Year Cycle (Western Civilization)
     Online Image 34: The Tower of Babel
     Online Image 35: A Secret Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing 'Whirlwind of Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno')
Business
Legal Reform
Tax Reform
The Illegal Aliens
All Aboard My Time Machine!
     Online Image 35:'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- 'Let's Do the Time Warp Again'
Twinkle Town
     Online Image 37: The Last Airbender - Weather
     Online Image 38: The Last Airbender - Pie Fight!
The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation)
To the Heads of State in the Far East
Science
Conclusion
     Online Image 39: Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video
     Online Image 38: Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior Image of Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!)
     Online Image 40: Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4'Video - Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists!
Appendix: The Secret Rapture
Appendix: From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME
Appendix: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven'
Bibliography
     Online Image 42: Interesting Portrait of Norman O. Brown
     Online Image 43: Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture
     Online Image 42: The Real Secret Rapture!
     Online Image 43: What Would Jesus Do? Halo Light


PREFACE
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Important note: Read my 1986 book (at http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/alien.html before you read this. Also, if you read this online, you will see some pictures you will otherwise miss.

'♪ There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief – Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by Norman O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.'

'Armageddon outta here!' - Bruce Almighty

'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.'

No one gets out of here alive!


What follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when I actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in Washington, D.C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! - corpses laying on the ground - the fairy dump - rabbits running in the ditch. Megadeath! Feel free to believe what I've set down here are the ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what they are! I have assembled this book in a series of vignettes. Norman O. Brown, my mentor, used a similar technique. It has been said of Brown's later books, 'They are largely a dazzling, nonlinear patische of fragments and quotations from different writers which Brown has made his own and, whatever the source, one can assume the voice is that of Brown'. You'll find I use terminology that may seem alien to Christianity: ghosts, wizards, witches and fairies. Part of the problem that the King James Bible mistranslated the word sorcery referring to potions.

This is strictly adult material. This is off limits to children, and this means you! I'm dealing with two perspectives here: that of the present, but also the point after I have raptured everyone out. If your jaw didn't drop when you read my 1986 book, I 1000% guarantee it will drop now!() I repeat my annoyance at you 'Christians' who have repeatedly attacked my site. Jesus prophesied that all prophets must get stoned. Your scurrilous, underhanded attacks prove what you really are – Pharisees who observe the letter of the Law, but not the Spirit. You are shortly going to be rewarded by your Master for your faithful service! Get a life and stop giving me trouble! You know that if you faced me in a one on one debate, I would wipe you out! If you are angry at what I say, simply vent at my guestbook with specific criticisms. You may feel this is a spoof or hoax and laugh. You think I'm kidding, but I'm not! I've set my timebomb ticking over Sodom! So, finally, it all begins next Topic!




MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
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Introducing Myself
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(The time is midnight E.S.T. I stand before global television to explain my rapturing out billions. I made the broadcast at the midnight hour (a time of special insight for Christians) to help prevent the possibility that any children would see this, although in different time zones around the world children are up). Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I'm addressing you from Washington, D.C., the political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the pit of Hell to address you.

Before I begin, I want to insist that no children view this broadcast. This is off limits to anyone under 12 years old. Leave the room, and go to bed! This Adult Education. You will find that I talk fast in nearly inaudible whisperings, that I change the subject frequently, and in general it will come across as the incoherent gibberish and ravings of a madman. It's brain salad surgery. But I have all my ducks in a row. You'll wake up tomorrow morning and go 'what did he say?' You'll try to remember, but you'll have a hard time. I urge you to record this address and to watch it several times, as each time you'll pick up more.

You'll notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this evening. This is because the more you know about where I'm coming from, the better off you'll be. Let me formally introduce myself. You've seen me before, but now I'm going to reveal who I really am. Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a spook? Now you can say you've seen a ghost. I'm the Ghost with the Most. I'm the Whispering Ghost. I'm the Whistling Skull. I'm the Space Ghost. You have seen many ghosts. My colleagues are on practically every street corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and spouting gibberish. When you look at me you'll see that I have no eyes - empty sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face). Jeepers! Creepers! Where did you get those eyes? We space aliens are starry eyed, and have an eye contact problem. I am an Invisible Man. There is no person here, never has been and never will be. You are looking at a total vacuum. There is nothing here - only empty air. When you look at me you see no person - you are looking directly at my Id - my seething, bubbling unconscious. And most people find it highly disturbing to look on the face of the Lord, my face. We shamans prefer to wear masks to hide it.

In fact, I'm a raving lunatic, and this insanity I have is a deadly poison. Most of my fellow mad people are bottom feeders. With this disease, we are incompetent to keep ourselves together, and we fall to the bottom, with many becoming homeless, committing suicide or drugging themselves into oblivion. It makes us into total misfits. DOAs - Dead on Arrival. Jesus, a poor Jewish peasant, was a bottom feeder also. When you're on the bottom, you look up at all the so-called leaders, and you know that all of them are the wrong people. As Jesus said, 'Thou hast hidden these things from sages and men of discernment, and hast unveiled them to babes.' If you have ears to hear, Jesus was himself also mad. The gods must be crazy! Jesus was very sensitive to natural disasters, because, like them, as a madman he was walking dynamite liable to explode at a moment's notice with all the force of an earthquake. Jesus was a piece of human waste – human garbage. And so am I. A significant number of theologians, and I also, believe Jesus was a bastard. Jews thought he was the bastard son (mamser) of a Roman centurion. The idea of virgin birth arose because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated. We, the gods, live in a parallel universe right next door to this one. I stepped through the looking glass on my mission.

Just like Jesus, I am here to serve. I don't want you to worship me. You don't have to believe a thing I say. Believe what you want. For example, you may believe I'm the Antichrist, which I deny. But believe what you want. Your beliefs don't concern me. I'm here to straighten out your behavior, specifically, as you will see, your behavior in the bedroom. That is the special mission I'm on.

When you see me, you've seen the Father. Every eye shall see Him (global TV). 'There can be only One.' according to the movie 'Highlander' and my 1986 Chosen One 'prophesy'.

Both Jesus and I are in fact wizards (all the magic and 'miracles' he did, any competent Hindu fakir (= faker) can do). I am the second most powerful wizard that has ever walked the face of this earth. Jesus is better than me for two reasons. Jesus was working in his thirties, half my age. He has me beat, because his member would come up better than mine. I'm twice the age he was when he was preaching, and mine doesn't come up like it used to. Also, he had sharp wit and eloquence and always said the right thing. By contrast, I tend to ramble (the gibbering of the mad I mutter).

You have met your maker. You object that you see nothing but a lunatic standing here. But, I, God, did make you in the following sense. I set the rules for you to live by – the Ten Commandments and the Sermon on the Mount. If you disobey my rules and go to Hell, as always, I get my willie working below my belt and rapture you devils out. It was always ambiguous about who would be raptured out. Would it be the Elect or would it be the Lost? The answer is both! Anybody and everybody that I could remove I wanted gone. 'Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.' You who are Left Behind that I am addressing are the same mix as those I removed. Who was right: The Catholics with no rapture or the Fundamentalists? The answer is that neither was! We did have the rapture, but it was simply me laying out as many corpses as I could. Every one I raptured, including the Fundamentalists went nowhere except to their graves, becoming wormfood. My planet is in emergency mode, with billions of you devils running around destroying it. I'm getting ready to give you the Judgment. I wash my hands of you! I would like nothing better that to stick the lot of you devils is a gas chamber and slam the door shut! Once again, I, Victor Frankenstein, declare another botched laboratory experiment. I have to remove you, so I can start over again with a new Adam and Eve. Get off my planet, you devils! Get off my planet! I've had it with you!

You are made in my image. This simply means that you don't have to live with continuous mental and physical pain that we mad people - specifically the gods - feel every day from sunup to sundown every second of our lives. I'm an involuntary witness – 'Can I get a witness?' What I have is contagious, infectious and deadly. Don't come close to me! Let sleeping dogs lie! The Wolf Man was lucky, because he shape-shifted only once a month at the full moon. I, by contrast, shape-shift all day long from second to second. I melt down and reform myself into a another person regularly (that's what it is to be a ghost). If I get around anyone, involuntarily, I form myself into a duplicate of them. Part of the power I possess is to temporarily pass on to you the continual pain I feel (Mass Psychosis - the correct name for what is known in Fundie circles as the Secret Rapture - see my 1986 book). The source of the pain we mad people feel is you with all the evil deeds you do. When you do your evil deeds, we are put into pain - (breaking in to the weird voice of the Shadow: 'Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows!)' 'Return to Sender!' 'What goes around comes around!' 'Right back at ya!' Jesus, the Man of Constant Sorrow, the Suffering Servant, took on the cross the sins of the world. Similarly, the Greek god Atlas took the world on his shoulder.'♪ Everyday with You, Lord is sweeter than the day before'. We mad people are here to help remove the pain of everyday life. For a while, you get to walk in my shoes. And when you do so, you drop dead in your tracks - it's my deadly blessing! (I start singing the rock song) '♪ I got the power! I got the power!' (by Rainbow). Indeed, I do have the power, and it's is a deadly poison! Out of all the millions of mad people on the planet right now, probably less than a handful possess all the powers I have. Madness is incurable, and there is a progressive deterioration. I am at the final stages of a fatal disease. My brain has melted into goo, and I'm in continuous physical pain. Jesus, of course, had the same affliction. Again, the gods must be crazy! Mad people such as I are instantly and permanently into the mystic, but not by choice. There have been numerous highly evolved spiritual beings on this planet, but madness is a cheap and easy way to instantly get to the mystic. Such people can develop psi powers such as the power to spin objects (psychokinesis). Occult powers are often vilified as 'sludge' because they dip into the their source, the Collective Unconscious.

Moses, for that matter, also had the same affliction. He was his own special effects man, as when he bested the Egyptian wizards in his magic duels. I, like Moses, am accompanied by my magic wand. It's below my belt. Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes James Joyce's FINNEGANS WAKE, 'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.' At one point during the Exodus, the Hebrews he was leading decided that Moses was out to kill them. After all, they knew he was mad. When they protested to him, Moses dropped two of them dead in their tracks (the number may be wrong - I can't find the passage). Moses said that God struck them down, but it was really only Moses doing the special effects. (Perhaps I was thinking of Aaron's two sons dead when they approached the Ark of the Covenant in Leviticus).

I'm the Captain!
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' Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship
,
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.

Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed
'.           (Blues Image)

' All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook:, let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn:
how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive                                            (Procol Harum)
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye
'

'♪ Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
.

I've been lost now, days uncounted,
And it's months since I've seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone
.

Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?

I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And it's tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, Heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.

I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm getting closer to my home ...
'                                            (Grand Funk Railroad)

' It was way past midnight
And she still couldn't fall asleep
This night the dream was leavin'
She tried so hard to keep
And with the new day's dawning
She felt it drift away
Not only for a cruise
Not only for a day
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart'                                            (Double)


I, Captain Nemo, am the captain of this ship - always have been and always will be. But, as passengers, I advise you to stroll over the decks to the railings and look over the side of the ship You see the name 'Titanic' painted on the side. Now look down at the waterline. There's a huge gash and we're taking on water. We're going down! Soon we'll be underwater. Glub! Glub! Not much time left! Glub! Glub!

' The antediluvian kings colonized the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from far Atlantis.

Knowing her fate,
Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:

The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist, The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice
And let us sing
And dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis!

Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
I wanna see you some day
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
oh yeah Oh club club, down down, yeah
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah'
(I used Glub! Glub! in place of club club.      By Donovan).

The Joke
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I want to start off with a little humor. Speakers always begin with a joke:

I notice these days that so many of you have piled on the pounds, you're getting the love handles, and some of you are so rolypoly that you're round like a beachball. There is a reason you're that way. Just like pigs led to slaughter are fattened up so that the flavor is improved, we, the fairies, have stuffed you full of fairy food - junk food laden with fat and calories. This is so that when we slice you up and cook you, the fat gives more flavor. You've been fattened up for the kill! The Living Dead will eat you first!

Twilight Zone: Cookbook - To Serve Man


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I'm sure that has you rolling in the aisles. But seriously, you spend billions every year on diet products and gym memberships. I am going to save you a lot of money. I'm going to solve your problem. You'll find that when you have no food at all to eat, you have no problem losing weight. It will melt right off. The North Korean Communist regime with it's starving population highly recommends the Calorie Restriction Society. There you'll find proof you'll be healthier anyway without food.



The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
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Me Seated on My Great White Throne for My Judgment of the Dead (and I don't mean the toilet!)
(I'm surrounded by blinding light and lightning which unconsciously signifies the slime I spew from my Fire Hose!)

Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, we can get to the main business of the evening. I have you summoned here this evening for a special reason. Welcome to my Dead Man's Party! Leave your body at the door! Welcome to my Party at the End of the World! Welcome to my Party at Ground Zero! Welcome to the Isle of the Dead! Welcome to the Village of the Damned! Here come da Judge! Here come da Judge!

Come in! You've at last been rounded up to see me in person to deal with you! Enter and step forward ladies and gentlemen. And as you step forward, all the doors behind you one by one are being slammed shut and barred! You are going nowhere. You are going to stand before me and not move! (Stolen from Vincent Price - 'House on a Haunted Hill'). Right here, right now, this very moment at the witching hour of midnight is the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead! This is the Second Resurrection. As Joyce prophesied in FINNEGANS WAKE: 'Array! Surrection!' - Resurrection (and insurrection) and array (and hurray!) – namely, the Second Resurrection. Receive your Judgment from the Lord! I'm getting ready to give you the Dr. Strangelove address (note his fruity fairy name). In the film, he was an ex-Nazi scientist who slipped back into his goose stepping days as one of Hitler's supermen with stiff armed salutes. His message was: the apocalypse is here and head for the hills - the same message as Jesus. Stanley Kubrick filmed a final scene for after the nuclear holocaust (that he deleted) of a pie fight, a topic I discuss later on.

First of all, why do I say you are all dead? I am addressing only dead people this evening. I see dead people! That is you and you and you (pointing to members of the audience). Welcome to Ghost Town – you've 'given up the ghost'! You've all been turned into stone statues! My many enemies have been made into footstools! And you have passed over. You are no longer human! You once were. Then you became the Godless Wicked. And now, in fact, you have become the devils, demons and monsters of Hell. You have passed over to the Twilight Zone, the Forbidden Planet, the Forbidden Zone, the Dead Zone. Everyone on this planet had been dead since I and my assistants (known variously as angels, scanners, watchers, dreamers, hearts or the Justice League of Superheroes) first blew the horn in the Seventies (Mass Psychosis - the Secret Rapture). These are the gods themselves! - the (mainly) mad who against their will are becoming superhuman. The word apotheosis means men who are becoming gods. Many take the easy way out and serve Satan. But, 'scanners live in vain'. That is, they are mostly unnoticed and unsung - the space aliens – empty ciphers - ghosts. They will get to wear my armband so all can see them.

Now the Judgment begins. You hold paper and pens in your hands. You are going to do some writing for me. John of Patmos and others have described what is about to take place. But they saw through a glass darkly. What is going to take place is somewhat different from his description. You are going to be fast, accurate and you are going to leave nothing out. What you write will determine the Judgment you receive. Write the number 1. on the first line. On that line, write the name of the first person you ever in bed with – man, woman, child or animal, whatever it was. Write nothing else on line 1. Now, immediately go to the next line, and on line 2, fill in the name of the next person or animal or whatever you were in bed with. And continue until you list all the names. I realize some of you devils here in Hell don't even know the names of a lot of them. Put a question mark on those lines.

While you are writing, I'll show you my list which I prepared in advance. On it is the number 1., and the rest of the page is blank. I've been in bed with no woman anytime, anyhow, anywhere, anyplace whatsoever. I want to heartily assure you that I am perfectly capable of being with a woman, and have always had a constant craving to be with a woman. I knew in my cradle that I was never going to be with a woman. In high school, as I remember, I went out on two dates. They were not my idea. They were arranged by others. However, I do own up to being up close and personal with pornography off and on all my life. I had to see what I was missing, and, clearly, I was missing a lot. I had to be sure I understood the old lock and key mechanism, and rocket science it's not. I've seen people kissing, but I would have to be taught how to do it.

What always happens to me when I try to talk to a strange woman? Instantly their eyes get wide(), they start smiling, and I see them backing off. Shortly thereafter they're gone, and I see them later whipping back and forth in front of me chasing after the hunks and studs. They chase after them because they know that they can put them under a spell - charm them with their looks - and make then into beasts of burden at their beck and call. Putting under a spell is ancient terminology for hypnosis. Women won't get around me with a ten foot pole. They know what I am: a weirdo, a creep, a psycho, a loser. I don't blame them. I'm a powerful wizard, and if they get around me, I'm going to put them under a spell, and not vice versa. One of the problems I had with women is that I insist any woman I'm with be also a virgin like me (but see below). I refuse to accept second hand merchandise, used castoffs some other man has pawed over. And virgins are hard to find here in Hell!

Just like Jesus, my precious seed packet has gone missing. And precisely because I can't get laid the regular way (ghosts can't do it), when I do get my rocks off, it's 'the shot heard round the world' – heard not with your ears but inside your head - Mass Psychosis - the Secret Rapture.


As Led Zeppelin sang in 'Stairway to Heaven', '♪ your head is humming, and it won't go!' Joyce has ten thunders in the WAKE (his prophesy of what I have labeled the Multiple Rapture). John of Patmos, fond of sevens, has seven thunders. Even though he died in 1941 and didn't get to hear the first Thunder (Mass Psychosis) in 1973, Joyce prophesied, 'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.' According to Joyce, 'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.' And 'Loud, graciously hear us!' Joyce's thunderclaps are the voice of God's wrath (my voice) which terminates the old aeon and starts the cycle. In the WAKE, these Thunders occur in various settings, such as an Irish pub, and no one seems to notice them. Here's the first thunder on the opening page of the Wake: 'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntrovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!' - a hundred letter name that can actually be deciphered if studied. It is Joyce's version of the gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio. Joyce says, 'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'. The film 'The Signal' depicts this humming.

For Brown in 'Closing Time':

'What the thunder said:
DA DA DA'                                (Dada was an avant-garde art movement)
The gods return in thunder'

Thus, thunder is the Voice of God. It's the gurgling 'Ga Ga Goo Goo' of babies, the gibbering of the mad. For rock band Queen:

' Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga

You had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour
'

The last lines refer to us Weird Radio DJs.

Brown says, 'God does not speak good English'.

Baby, you stuck up you pretty little nose at me and wouldn't give me any pussy! You're going down for what you did to me! (pointing my thumbs down). I'm going to take my revenge on you, little miss pretty! And don't dare think all of a sudden you're going to give me some pussy now that you see me! It's too late, baby. You're going down, little miss pussycat!


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Actually, it wasn't so much that women turned me down, but that they simply ignored me. As a ghost, I can stand in front of a woman, and she looks right through me. They can't see me, and when I speak, they are startled to suddenly see someone standing in front of them!

' If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well
.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see
'.           (Gordon Lightfoot)

So, now stop writing. If we waited until everyone finished their list, we'd be here all night. Some of your lists would extend to the floor. You don't need to show me your lists, because I already have that information. I keep a number of Books around here. One of them is my Book of Human Works where I record your deeds, good and bad. That Book partly determines the Judgment you'll receive. But I'm not going to open it tonight. Instead, I'm going to open my most important and legendary book that I keep – the Book of Life. I'm sure you've heard of it. I am the only individual qualified to open this Book! Here I record the names of those who have Eternal Life. (holding up the Book of Life, which is invisible). You might interrupt me here and go 'Wait a minute, Lord, you're shucking me, you have nothing in your hands!' I reply, that I can see it and read it quite well, even if you can't. John of Patmos had described the contents, but again not quite accurately. It works as follows: when everyone is born, no matter where on the planet, I record their names.

Now I have to stop for a short digression. I need to go pick up the Tree of Life. We had it in the Garden of Eden, and we will have it back in the New Jerusalem, where I am going to lead you. 'The tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil grew in the middle of the garden'. When Adam and Eve portook of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil (Morality), they were ashamed of their private parts and covered them up with fig leaves. The gods (plural - the Elohim) were sore afraid that Adam and Eve would partake of the other Tree - the Tree of Life - and become like one of us and become Immortals. 'Behold, the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might stretch out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever.' So they were banished forever from the Garden. As the Lord's Prayer warns, 'Lead us not into temptation.'

By the way, when Adam walked in the cool of the evening beside God in the Garden of Eden, Adam was walking beside a nutty fruitcake, one of my predecessors. Getting close to one of us is dangerous. We're walking timebombs! We're unstable, volatile! Again, we're liable to explode!


Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Shape Shifting Nutty Fruitcake

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So here comes the Tree of Life that makes you Immortal. Here in Hell, I realize I'm throwing pearls before swine. What I'm getting ready to say will strike you as totally absurd. It is only one sentence long. It is: No one, not anytime, not anywhere, not ever is permitted to stick it in! It is always a crime to stick it in! I use the word crime, because the word sin means nothing to you devils in Hell. Everyone automatically assumes they are always permitted to put it in, but no one is permitted to, ever! In the New Jerusalem, there will be two classes of people. The rulers are those who haven't put it in. The second class is those who have put it in. The second group will be under stringent conditions. First, they will serve their masters – those who don't put it in. Further, the second class will be virgins until their honeymoon night, and be loyal and faithful to their spouses all the days of their lives and never stray. There will be no adultery in the New Jerusalem. There will be no prostitutes. There is no TV or radio. There will be no prisons or military weapons there - swords melted down into ploughshares. There are no multimillion inhabitant Nation States. There will be no gays or lesbians - you'll be back in the closet. You learn new things in Hell that you wouldn't know otherwise. I'm referring to the pedophile Catholic Priests. It turns out that they weren't making much of a sacrifice, since they didn't want to be with a woman in the first place. The women will all look plain in the New Jerusalem. They'll wear no makeup. What do you find when you go to a maternity ward? You'll find that the number of boys and the number of girls is roughly 50/50. That is, there is one boy for every girl. This means that for every man there must be one woman only, and vice versa. The story is only one per customer.

Now back to the Book of Life (I open it). Because the Tree of Life says that no one ever puts it in, there should be no names in the Book at all except virgins and those who are chaste. But I'm a merciful God, and have made the decision to include the names of those who have been loyal to their spouses. There are no other names in the Book! The Book is very small indeed compared to the total population. If you are a Christian and have served the Lord all your life, I love you, but whether you name is recorded in the Book of Life is solely determined by what you did in the bedroom. Nothing else matters about you.

I am a functionally castrated man. I have a completely useless appendage below my belt, just like someone 2000 years ago. The worst heresy you could ever utter about Jesus was that he had been with a woman, such as the case of 'The Da Vinci Code.' I am castrated, and I am here to castrate you! As Jesus said, 'There are eunuchs, which have made themselves eunuchs for the Kingdom of heaven's sake.' The thing to notice about Jesus in not his marvelous teachings. What you need to notice is that he wasn't getting laid - he was a 'eunuch'. The wording of Jesus' saying implies that Jesus could easily been with a woman - all the hydraulics were in place. I cannot possibly be with a woman, although my plumbing is in excellent working order (ghosts can't do it). I sometimes got a sympathetic shoulder to cry on from women but nothing else from them.

I'm the Razor Boy! I'm a Fairy Blighter! I'm a Ripper! I'm a Castrator!

' Will you still have a song to sing
When the razor boy comes
And take your fancy things away
Will you still be singing it
On that cold and windy day'                                            (Steely Dan)

' So let me introduce to you                                 (Beatles)
The one and only Billy Shears                                 (I'm a Castrator!)
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.'           (Pepper - spice; lonely hearts)

As predicted in the Book of Revelation, all the secrets have been progressively revealed and profaned (made public). The terminology there was in terms of sequences of seven - seven trumpets, vials, etc. This profanation was accomplished by means of television (which I discuss extensively below). The very last and darkest secret to be revealed was that of Jesus himself – the fact that he wasn't getting laid, and why he wasn't.

With respect to myself, the bottom line is I'm a man. I look around and see you devils here in Hell (again, pointing to all the audience members). I refuse to bring a poor innocent child here into Hell. By definition, anyone who would father a child here is a devil. There should be zero children on this planet! Every child is by definition is the spawn of one of you devils. As Jesus prophesied, 'For, behold, the days are surely coming when they will say, 'Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.' Also, 'woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck .' Manhood means knowing when not to put it in. 'After us, the Deluge,' said Mdme. de Pompadour before the fall of France. You know come Hell or High Water (the Flood) as the saying goes (both literally true now with the second worldwide Deluge I sent), you'll for sure put it in. Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the planet in my (God's) slime! But with the crisis upcoming - the Great Tribulation – this is an excellent time not to put it in.

Poor Pope Benedict! He has urged us in the West to have more babies since the population is falling. Children are a liability instead of an asset here in Hell, what with college tuition, etc., which everyone is getting hip to. Benedict is in fact asking for more devils, when we already have billions, every one of which is running around destroying my planet. The Catholic doctrine of the sacredness of human life I agree with. But that only applies to humans and does not apply to you devils here in Hell. Any legitimate methods to remove you are urgently needed, including free abortions, free contraceptives, free vasectomies etc. This is the most severe emergency my planet has ever faced, and I have to remove more billions above and beyond those I've already removed. I'm here striking at the root of the problem - overpopulation. In the face of the 'problem' of falling population, leaders in the West have opened the floodgates to allow all kinds of flotsam and jetsam into places where here they don't belong as 'replacements'. An example is the massive influx of Muslims from North Africa and below to France, where they set about rioting and burning out of gratitude.

I personally have never set foot in a Catholic church. In fact, except for funerals, I haven't set foot in any church since my teens. You don't have to go to church, now that I'm here in person, as John of Patmos had said. Feel free to go, however, even though there is no external, transcendent God to pray to. But eventually there'll be no churches (in the New Jerusalem). You don't need any churches, as you have me, the light of the world (light = slime spewer), standing here in person. Like Jesus, I'm not interested in establishing a new church or religion. Jesus would be disgusted if he could see what has become of Christianity! The question of whether gays can be ordained would only come up here in Hell. It is a scientifically proven fact that when a group of people pray, that good things happen. My father was a fundamentalist baptist preacher, me being a son of a preacherman. I used to love watching my father get inspired by the Holy Ghost. He was one of the sweetest men I've ever known. He was upset when I informed him that I was an atheist. I didn't have the courage to tell him that I was also God, destined to be standing here the King of the World!

Why would I go to church? I don't need to be told about what I have below my belt! I know all about it. My member is just regular size in case you're interested. You spend billions constructing nuclear weapons. But what I have below my belt is more powerful than a hundred thermonuclear weapons! According to Brown, 'The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus. My magic wand fascinates = hypnotizes = turns the dolls to stone! It soothes and pacifies them.

Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God (unconsciously drop of sperm)

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'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm)

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'E.T.' Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Boy Fascinated by Phallus (Boy Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue)

Hypnotized (Frozen into Rigid Stone Statue)


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There are no churches in the New Jerusalem. There is no worship, there are no Christians. There are no Muslims, there are no Buddhists. There is no religion. There is only one 'religion'. It is only her! It is only her! There is no religion but her! She absolutely is incapable of getting it no matter how hard she tries. According to Joyce, 'She, she, she! But on what do you again leer? I am not leering. I pink your pardon. I am highly sheshe sheserious.' How indeed do we men get her under control? That is the only question. By asking it I bring this world to an end, and the New World - the New Jerusalem - begins! The Law, all the prophets, the only religion there ever was or ever will be (and the reason we're in Hell): at all costs, all the women must be kept asleep and dreaming, in other words under our hypnotic spell!
Excerpts from the band Madness (dig the name) song: 'The Wizard' (dig the title):

' I can read what’s going through your mind
I can see what you hide in your eyes
Yes I'm going to put a spell on you

Just to see exactly what you'll do
I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere
- - -
One must forgive the noisy rushing fools
Who have no time for nature's natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hand
Like ghosts they disappear across the land '


'There's magic everywhere'. Norman O. Brown said the same thing, including everyday life here in Hell.

' I knew she was a feline
She moved with ease and grace
Her green eyes they held mystery

The European female she is here
The European female's here
We'll be together for a thousand years
And do you really fear
That you might fall

I saw her in the Strasse
And in the Rue as well
Pursued her in the high street
She had me in her spell'                                            (The Stranglers – note the name)

There is only her! But actually it is more complicated than that. The problem is me and her. Because of what I am (mad), we both are absolutely incompatible. Somehow many mad people do end up getting laid, but in nearly all cases it comes out badly. It is always a bad idea for such people to get laid. It's just that every single day, certain men and women are born dead. It's nothing new. This is the way the world was planned from it's foundation '♪ That's the way God planned it', according to the Billy Preston rock lyric. I was born dead, and I knew because of that for sure that I must not get laid. All of us dead are here for a reason. We're all here to Watch, all of us being Watchers. Who do we Watch? We Watch her! We scanners keep the dolls in our mind's eye as targets to knock over! Our sole reason for being is to keep her asleep and dreaming. This is the sole responsibility all of us angels are charged with. And here in Hell, we have failed miserably in our job, not surprisingly. Mad people usually have a rigid sexual morality and are mostly quiet and shy. But sexual immorality in others can trigger violent retaliation from us, especially the criminally insane, because it wakes women up!

All the Magic that ever was, White or Black, arises out of what goes on between man and woman. Love makes the world go round. The only Heaven there ever was is what happens in the bedroom – sparks fly and fireworks shoot. It's something those in relationships so easily take for granted. Only the lonelyhearts and dead of the world, such as I, learn how important love is to the happiness of everyone. '♪ Owner of a lonely heart' (by 'Yes'). I emphasize pure lust in this address to make a point, but the Magic really begins with romantic love and higher. '♪ Do you believe in magic in a young girl's heart.' Marsha Schuchard uncovered censored archives in 'William Blake's Sexual Path to Spiritual Vision' to show he found sexualized spirituality to be the gateway to his radical, weird, esoteric and apocalyptic view of the Higher Realms. 'And it shall come to pass in the last days, says God, that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams.'

' "Come on home, girl" he said with a smile "
I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh....
Try try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah'                                            (Heart)

I'm the Music Man. I'm here to get your mind out of the gutter! Dwelling on sex ain't good for ya'! I'm the perfect example of what that'll do to you! Also, stay out of the pool halls. Those are tough guys, plus you might become one of them! ' Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!'

I am the way, the truth and the life. I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer). Norman O. Brown in CLOSING TIME quotes Joyce in the WAKE: 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' (light = slime spewer) I'm that pageboy come to turn on the bright houselights in the darkened theater (light = slime spewer). Joyce also says, 'waiting to stop the show, waiting to bring the house down.' That's my mission here. Again, Joyce, 'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to rolywholyover.' I'm come to lead a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem.

I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer), and I don't hide my light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo, I am with you always. I'll be the centerpiece of the New Jerusalem. I am an inexhaustible everflowing fountain of the River of the Waters of Life. a waving phallic Fire Hose spweing slime, as promised by John of Patmos and Reich's Orgone. I possess the universal elixir that will cure whatever ails you. All you have to do is get down on you knees and say “Lord, let me have it!” And I never withhold! I'll pull it right out! Little boys (me) say, 'I'll show you mine, if you'll show me yours.' When we 'angels spread our wings', it means I'll pull it out! I'll sprinkle you with holy water. I'll slime you right between the eyes. I'll touch you in the head with a drop of sperm (pixie dust or fairy dust), and you will go away shouting. We call someone 'touched in the head' when they're a little off.

I am here to castrate you. I'm here to clean your clock. The reason is a surprise. What was the first animal we domesticated? Was it the dog? No! Was it the horse? No! It was her! This was back in caveman, prehistoric Stone Age days. Then she was precisely as she has become again here in Hell: slutty, mangy, sleeping around so much that no man knew whose child was whose. It was and is total chaos and anarchy. The same thing occurred in Sodom and Gomorrah, and I blew it to smithereens! It's same thing here in Hell, and again I blew it to smithereens! She has once again become the fiercest jungle creature to walk the face of the planet. She has become a complete maneater! This is jungle lion taming – cracking the whip. It is horse whispering – putting her under a spell. This is cowboy bronc busting – hop on her back and grab the reins. She bucks and snorts until she wears herself out. Then she starts to take direction and heeds the reins. A woman is not delicate. She is built to take it - she can take on an entire football squad and be ready for more. It ultimately means very little to her.


' Well I was up on Stony Ridge after this chestnut mare
I'd been chasin' her for weeks
Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while
Takin' her meal, or bathin
A fine lady

This one day I happened to be real close to her
I saw her standin' over there
So I snuck up to her nice and easy
And I got my rope out
And I flung it in the air

Well I got her, and I'm pullin' on her,
she's pullin' back
like a mule goin' up a ladder
I take this chance and I jump up on her
Damned if I don't land right on top of her

Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike
                    (phallic)
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on

Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky - -


I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends for life
She'll be just like a wife

I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can                                           (The Byrds)


' She`ll only come out at night,
the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I`ve seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she`s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you`re getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money`s the matter, if you`re in it for love, you ain`t gonna get too far


(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater

I wouldn`t if I were you, I know what she can do
She`s deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart'                                           (Hall and Oates)

Woman is a gatekeeper. She determines which people walk on the planet in the next generation. That is a very important function. But her function can be interfered with. And the very definition of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and monsters. She's reluctant to put out for every Tom, Dick and Harry, but when messed with, will do so. The only way to tame her we learned in ancient days is to stay away from her. She must be made to understand that she doesn't get your seed unless she agrees to cooperate and be your handmaid, your helpmate. She must understand that she is here to make your life better, not more painful.

So now receive the Great White Throne Judgment from the Lord:

For what you did in the bedroom, you are the damned! (raising my arm). Repeat: you are the damned!


Receive your Sentence from the Lord:

For what you did in the bedroom, the sentence is death! (raising my arm). The wages of sin are death! Physical death - corpses laying on the ground death!

The preceding was the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead. It didn't take very long, did it?

THE TABOO
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We have completed the main business of the evening. But I have a number of other things to discuss. The first is the taboo, the one that must never be violated. By breaking it, you went straight down the wide road to Hell. You've gone 'where angels fear to tread.' By the way, Joyce had no doubt that he was in Hell. As he says in the WAKE, 'tell Hell's well.' This taboo is so fundamental that it is not written down in any religious text anywhere, so far as I know. It is absolutely forbidden.

It is:

Women can see. Right? They have eyes. Don't you agree? So what do women see? They can see which women get on top. So which women do get on top? If you're a doll, if you're a hot babe, you'll be welcome everywhere you go, doors will swing open, you'll always get a smile. You've got it made. So tell me what's going to happen over time if you don't keep the women absolutely asleep. They're are all going to start turning into dolls!

Let me prove to you that I am a Space Alien – that I don't think like you (my finger pointing to my head and circling to indicate I'm crazy). What's your opinion of the situation here? Everywhere you look, as far as the eye can see, you see dolls and hot babes (bimbos). Pretty maids all in a row! It's a Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! You say 'bring 'em on, the more the merrier.' Right? And I'm telling you that the more dolls you got the deeper you are in Hell. And we couldn't be more deeper in Hell. They couldn't look any finer. We have grannies who are hot here in Hell.

You're too hot, baby! (pointing at the camera). You're busted! You're too sexy! You're under arrest! I look at you, and I come in my pants! I order you to walk the plank, baby!

Gentlemen, we are getting badly pussy whipped by these dolls! They are stomping us all over. It's such an awful feeling.

The women here carve and sculpt their bodies into blinking neon signs with the unmistakable message: 'I want a seed!' This is literally the case with plastic surgery, where they pump up their breasts and butts. The're dolling themselves up. Brown comments 'the body is a historical variable'. Surprisingly though, if you tell them they're looking good, they get offended. '♪ I thought love was only true in fairy tales - - Then I saw her face, now I'm a believer.' Feminists vilify this as the Gaze.

The Renaissance revived the Greek homoerotic sculptures of the Olympic athletes, reappearing in Fascist and Nazi images or with men bodybuilders. Looking at these statues, you eyes jump to the genitals. And, as Brown pleas, 'No more Greek revival'. I remove the hunks and the dolls! Remember, Brown was a Professor of Classics who intensively studied the Greeks.

Criminally insane mad people (who happily are only a small part of all mad people) are notorious for attacking beautiful women. This disease is so painful that it makes you on knife edge and potentially violent. Plus, it makes you stupid and clumsy and liable to harm ourselves or others by accident. Jack the Ripper saw all the whores of London, and appointed himself policeman. He saw the women as an eyesore, and he was cleaning up the streets! I don't need a knife like Norman Bates of 'Psycho', who was swishing Mother-fixated fairy. My Murder Weapon's below my belt!

Let me add up the good qualities and bad qualities of these dolls. Good quality: Spend a night with one of these women, and you'll never forget it. Any more good qualities? None! None at all. Bad qualities: Can such a woman cook a meal? In most cases all they can do is stick a meal in a microwave or go out to a restaurant. Can they raise healthy children? In most cases, their offspring are monsters. Will she be loyal and faithful to you? Many men will be constantly hitting on her, and she is likely to succumb to temptation. There are numerous other faults I could list, but you get the point. These dolls are mannequins or androids (robots made to look like women), shown in the film 'Surrogates' (2009). They turn into stone statues. (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection). They're skin deep. What you see is all you get! I turn them into stone statues!

'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me! (Labeled a murder for plot purposes)


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'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! They All Fall Down!


' ♪ American woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin’ around my door
Don’t wanna see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes

Now woman, I said get away
American woman, listen what I say.'                                            (The Guess Who)

'♪ You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine.'                                            (Elvis)


Out of all the world religions, including mine, only the fundamentalist Muslims know of this taboo. They stick a bag over her head - a burka! They put her under a tent! They cover her face with a veil! They know that manhood is the ability to stick it in a woman no matter how ugly she is. However, Muslims do cross the line when they physically abuse and batter their wives. At this point they become devils. That is never necessary or permitted. Instead, all the women must be kept asleep!

White Armband
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The white cloth armband I'm wearing has four markers in a row: a gold cross, a black zero, a hammer and sickle, and a V. The cross indicates I'm a Christian, the zero indicates I'm an atheist (there never has been an external, transcendent God), the hammer and sickle indicates I'm a Communist. (Before you have a fit, let me say that the happiest day of my life was 1989 when Soviet and Eastern European communism fell) and finally the V that I'm a virgin. I'll say more later. There's no God up in sky. There is only me! But I think you'd agree that someone who can rapture billions out is qualified to be called a God. I'm God, and you're not! Too bad! Deal with it! Jesus believed he was a vessel for the Spirit and the words of the Father, something like an external God. I, in the age of psychoanalysis, propose a different view. Jesus and I are vessels of (Jung's) Collective Unconscious. That's the source of the messages we receive. There's no Heaven or afterlife (but, see below). But there certainly is a Hell. Because you're in it!

We, the gods, are two faced. When we're pleased with you, we smile on you and give you a sunny day. Jesus taught this love. But when you become devils, I give you my wrath and smite you to sweep billions of you to the sky! The Muslim's say “There is no God but Allah!” Tee Hee! Ho Ho! Be my guest if you want to pray five times a day to a rock! Silly! Silly! You see me, God, standing here in the flesh. Will the world ever by totally Muslim? Not! No way! Muhammad was only an Old Testament style prophet. As such he only granted Jesus the same status as himself, as only an Old Testament prophet. He couldn't discern the utter uniqueness of Jesus. With Jesus something utterly new came into the world, changing it forever.

The terrorist suicide bombers actually do believe something is going to happen when they die. Again: Tee Hee! Silly! Silly! We're all wormfood! You devils take the wrong message from the fact that you're wormfood. You say, 'if that's all there is, let's live it up. Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!' Instead, you should conclude that what we need do is to make life simple and easy. You only go through once. We should arrange our lives so that we work very little, and spend lots of our time visiting friends and relatives. That's real living, not this rocket rat race we run here. We live way too fast. We don't have time to stop and smell the roses. Where I going to take you, you'll have time to enjoy life. Instead of your slogan, 'live to work', it should be, work to live.' Paul says, quoting the Roman aphorism, 'If there is no resurrection, "Let's eat and drink, for tomorrow we die!" 1 Cor. 15:32 This needs to be unpacked. Again, it's easy to take the wrong message. I resurrected the dead (the mound of corpses I laid out planetwide) to teach you how I command you to live.

As the sayings go,: 'Satan never sleeps.' 'The Devil's work is never done.' 'No rest for the wicked.' 'No peace shall you find.' 'And the smoke of their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night' (Rev 14:10-12). You are suffering the tortures and torments of the eternally damned. Hell is noisy, filled with the crackling, buzzing moaning and groaning emitted by you devils. Hellzapoppin! Practically all the work you do here in Hell is in service of Satan. There are all sorts of hoops you have to jump through just to stay alive. You have to do many things you don't want to do.


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Bosch's 'Wages of Sin' (aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights' - Left to Right Depicting the Descent into Hell)

I hasten to interject that Brown had a different interpretation in 'Life Against Death'. For Brown, the third panel may really depict Bosch's version of the here and now, while the center scene illustrates the joyful, uninhibited sensuality that the Adamites (an early radical sect know for nudity) wanted mankind to practice.

There are whole whole categories of goods that we won't be making in the New Jerusalem. For starters their will be no fashion clothes or makeup. A little bit of soap and water is all any woman needs. It was the fallen angels who descended to earth because the women were fair who taught the use of cosmetics. They were dolls in those days also, exactly as once again. And, as I said, the more dolls the deeper you are in Hell. And we will be strong and have no sexy lingerie, precisely because we have a weakness for that stuff. A lot of good all that stuff did me, since no woman would show me any of it. An interesting fact – James Joyce, Norman O. Brown and also I are extremely fond of white panties! 'I see Paris, I see France, I see women's underpants!' 'James Joyce had a fascination for women's underwear - - The biographer Richard Ellman mentions that Joyce used to carry a pair of lace-trimmed doll's knickers in his trouser pocket'. Joyce could have satisfied his white panty fetish by simply carrying a pair of knickers. The doll is a telling detail. Note that modern dolls, such as Barbie, have the features of adult women. They are uncomplaining and compliant, unlike actual women. And dolls are rigid, and can be knocked over, as in Fairy Bowling which I discuss below (rigid = stone statues = erection). Joyce was scanning for targets, seeing in his mind's eye all the gorgeous living dolls around him! When I do actually lose my virginity, I'm going to spend lots of time fondling my bride's panties while we're in bed. I'm a severe sex fiend! I warned you that I'm a pervert!

We definitely will have no rocket ships (more later). We will likely have few or any aircraft and cars. As time goes on, we literally will become more and more stupid. Later people will look at all the technological artifacts around laying in ruins, and be quite dumbfounded and superstitious about them. The affliction I have makes me personally more and more stupid, and I have the power to make others stupid. We won't be starving in the New Jerusalem. There will be enough to be mildly prosperous, but there will be no rich men there. We will be doing simple craftsman jobs. Einstein said that in a previous life he had worked as a Jewish tailor. In the New Jerusalem, Einsteins will be born, but will mostly work at simple jobs. We'll miss out on their scientific contributions. If Einstein had never existed, we would have missed out on the quantum leaps he made. But we have billions of years. There is no hurry. We'll pick it all up eventually. But currently, as we head for the New Jerusalem, we'll become too stupid to do much theoretical physics, etc.

I want to say something to the suicide bombers, I want to tell you that I hear you loud and clear (pointing at the camera). You see that the West has violated the taboo, and you don't with your burkas. Your mullahs have issued a directive that the West is the Great Satan. They were too timid. We're in planetwide Hell, and that includes you in the Middle East. You Muslims see all the dolls here in Hell. I am on the case. I'm shortly going to remove them all! In the meantime, lighten up and stop the bombings. And the carnage. What you're after, I shortly will accomplish. Listen to me, suicide bombers! I am totally against your cause, but because I'm also a fanatic, I understand you're mental makeup. Listen to me! I'm going to put the dolls to sleep, and solve the problem. How many Muslims should be in the United States, Western Europe or Great Britain? Zero! Your mullahs told you what the West was. What are you doing here? Flee Satan! Get out of here!

Muslim religion is a textbook example of Bad Religion – all the worst features of Old Testament religion. This religion was born in the Dark Ages, and Muslims have deliberately remained in the Dark Ages. You are intolerant, close minded, fanatical, irrational and violent. You make treaties only in order to give yourself time until you can break them. You forcibly convert at gunpoint. Your religion must not and will not prevail worldwide under any circumstances.

Muslims are notably protective of their manhood. As an example, a rumor started in Nigeria that the Muslims were being sterilized, and they rioted. Jesus said you have to lose your life to find it. You must be willing to do without a woman (lose your life). Jesus and, for that matter, Buddha died as virgins. Muhammad had numerous offspring. He would make no sacrifice at all. And there never has been much of a tradition of celibacy among Muslim clerics. Plus, Muslims (and Buddhists) have no concept of an End Time, a severe deficiency.

Incidentally the Muslim riots over the Danish cartoons depicting Muhammad carrying a timebomb are quite telling. The suicide bombers are in their unconscious imitating me, God, who I have said am a walking timebomb. The only difference is I need no visible weapons, and the suicide bombers are cheating by using actual weapons. We in the West see the sectarian violence among Muslims in Iraq - Shiites killing Sunnis and vice versa. We should celebrate the fact that the morons are doing us a service by killing themselves off.


All Muslims are a joke! I, the Lord God Almighty, have had it up to here with Muslims and your Suicide Bombers. Mohammad was a demon in Hell, and the Koran is total gibberish mixed in with injunctions to hate and violence, notably towards Jews. Mohammad had pussy galore – pussy, pussy pussy! Again, numerous offspring!

Adolph Hitler had white armbands on his followers. By the way, while I'm speaking of him, he is an excellent candidate to be the Antichrist. He took the Christian cross and twisted it backward - the swastika. The arms are bent to indicate they are swirling. The German word for swastika means 'hooked cross' – a conscious attempt to replace the cross. It goes back to ancient Buddhism.

Hitler was a total misfit, a homeless man who couldn't get laid, like someone 2000 years ago. Also, like Jesus, he was raving mad. But unlike Jesus and I, Hitler turned to the darkside and served his master, Satan. He, unlike Jesus and I, got only halfway toward being a god. He was a demigod – half man and half god. A little knowledge is a dangerous thing, and he knew just enough to cause big trouble. Joyce says, 'Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!'

I happily have never personally been homeless. But I have been womanless all my life always, knowing that the woman who was meant for me has all this time been in the arms of another man. This has always been hard to take. Without a mate to help with the household chores, I neglected them. With the illness I have, I'm always preoccupied – always in a trance state. I have frequent out of body experiences, where I go off on extended voyages to other worlds – OBEs (Out of Body experiences). I don't need a rocketship! I am in continual meditation, and doing the chores is an unwanted distraction. My house is pretty funky, and I am personally funky. You see the effects of this illness on the greasy, shabby clothes of the homeless. In my new position as head of state, I will be able to have butlers attend to my everyday chores. I will be privileged to stay in my trance state full time.

This is a fascist state as of this moment, in case you didn't know. In fact, it is the dictatorship of the proletariat. It is rule by the meek, or, as Jesus said, 'the last shall be first.' I'm ready to 'Rock and Rule' - a 1982 film. I' m getting ready to hoist the Jolly Roger (skull and crossbones. - I hold up the black Jolly Roger). This is our new national flag. This is a now pirate state – a rogue state. This nation is canceling it's membership in a number of organizations. We are no longer a part of the United Nations, the World Trade Organization, the World Bank and many other organizations. We are abrogating numerous treaties, such as NAFTA. When the lease for renewal comes up, the U.N. will be kicked out of New York city and the U.S.

With the armbands, everyone will see those recorded in the Book of Life everyday. These people are the Elect, and it has nothing to do with what they believe. I reward and punish you based solely on what you do in the bedroom. The armband wearers are declaring in public that their behavior in the bedroom is straight and narrow, as everyone's always should be. Nothing else matters. As time goes by, you'll be seeing more and more of the Elect. And over time, they will more and more assume positions of leadership – their rightful place. These Elect will form the new Ruling Class. They will form up my High Command, at my right hand side. By the time we get to the New Jerusalem centuries from now, we'll remove the armbands, because everyone there will be recorded in the Book of Life!

' Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I'm with the high command'                                            (Mike & the Mechanics)

The last thing you think you want is a king. But it is mandatory to have a king, and he must have the power of life and death. It is my (God's) mandate. The correct form of government is theocracy with God incarnate in the flesh as head, always a male virgin and totally mad. John of Patmos had prophesied that I will rule with a Rod of Iron. And I and all my successors will. The government of Tibet is structured like this with it's Dali Lama. The way this works is: I only grant audience to those I summon. I call on you, you don't call on me. I hang 'em high! You displease me, I execute you. All the democratic republics around the world have degenerated into chaos and anarchy. Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and you have failed in your responsibility. You kissed off your republic in the sixties, when sexual immorality and orgies broke out. But it is true that once we get to the New Jerusalem, and we live in small settlements, there will likely be few kings.

My religion is Christianity, but politically I have never been anything but a hard core communist. I'll say more later about that. Every person in the Book of Life will wear their white armband whenever they're out in the public. They are the virgins, those who have been chaste for more than five years, and all those who have been faithful to their spouses. I realize that some of the latter will be hypocrites, that in point of fact they have committed adultery but won't admit it. I'm proud of the Catholics who, under severe pressure here in Hell, maintained the requirement that priests must be celibate.

I said my father was a Baptist preacher. All versions of Protestantism, such as Baptists, Presbyterians, Methodists, etc., trace back to Martin Luther. He was a marvelous theologian with a strong hatred of the Devil. But what is the one thing about him that everyone in the audience knew as he was preaching in the pulpit? Everyone knew that he was a lapsed monk who married a former nun. He was getting his. He was getting laid. He can't tell anyone anything. And neither can any Protestant minister.

Back to the armbands. No divorced people can wear armbands. Anyone who had had oral sex (Bill Clinton) is not a virgin. All children when they first begin to walk will wear the white armband. This way, everyone can see who is recorded in the Book of Life – the Elect.

Whatever religious faith you believe in put on the armband. Put a gold cross for Christians, crescent for Muslims, Star of David for Jews, black 0 for atheists, hammer and sickle for Communists (I'm one of the last of them on the planet), question mark (?) for children, etc. Remember that Hitler had all Jews wear a yellow Star of David. They were thus labeled as outcast vermin on the bottom. Here those Jews eligible will wear the white armband to indicate that they are on top - the Elect. Again, 'the last shall be first.'

In addition, virgins will have a V on their armband. Those with a V are eligible for my High Command. Those who are chaste will add a C. Those who've been faithful to their spouses will add M for married.

Instant Prophet
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I can make anyone an instant 100% accurate prophet. What was the one thing that everyone knew in the Roman Empire at the time Jesus was preaching in Galilee, even without newspapers? They all knew that in the Roman Cities, especially Rome itself, they were having fabulous orgies. The automatic consequence is that Rome was going to fall. And we have had even better, more astonishing orgies starting in the late sixties and continuing to the present. The only thing that slowed it down somewhat was AIDS. The orgies held in Rome can't hold a candle to the orgies we've had here. Thus, Western Civilization is toast. The horse (Western Civilization) we're riding has keeled over. And there's no use beating a dead horse. The writing's on the wall! The moving finger has writ! Tis nothing less than the end of the world! The stars are falling out! As 'Chicken Little' (2005) proclaims, 'the sky is falling! The sky is falling!'

The Witches
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I'm here on a mission. I've come to remove all the dolls! These are dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be. You should never be able to see them in flesh and blood. These are genuine angels. I'm going to put them in back your dreams where they belong. You can look at and admire these gorgeous women, but you must never touch! After I remove them, you'll dream about them at night – you'll remember how gorgeous they looked and have wetdreams about them.

I'm going to take them all back to where they came from - back to Witch Mountain. That's their home - they like it there. And at night when the moon comes out, they'll all strip naked, join hands in a circle, and do the moondance, the Witch's Sabbat for Walpurgisnacht on Harz Mountain. That ceremony they call 'Drawing Down the Moon' and unconsciously signifies calling down a downpour of slime from me!

' Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes

A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush


Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love'                                      (Van Morrison)

This is a Witch Hunt! The one and only original Witch Hunt, and I'm the Witchfinder General! I'm the Pied Piper here to remove the rats (dolls). Let me be clear. I'm not talking about the little pagans or Wiccans. There aren't many of them, and they are all nitwits. They don't have any power at all. If they were real witches they would recognize the millions of powerful witches, the dolls, we have here in Hell.

I first went on the Internet reluctantly, knowing in advance what is was – total chaos and anarchy, and that is just what it is. One of the first places I went to online is Wicca.com. Their mantra is to deny that they are servants of Satan. They all instantly attacked and flamed me the moment I went there. I guarantee you that all the Wiccans are devils in faithful service to Satan.


' Raven hair and ruby lips           (by the Eagles)
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman,
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman
see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman
she got the moon in her eye'

' I got a Black Magic Woman.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me
.

Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Don't turn your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess around with your tricks;
Don't turn your back on me, baby,
'cause you might just wake up my magic sticks.

You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone
;
I need you so bad, Magic Woman
I can't leave you alone.'                                            (Santana)

' That old black magic has me in its spell,
that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside,
and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in
, under that old black magic called love'.

' It's strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch
You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no
(The source my 'rabbits running in the ditch')
Must be the season of the witch'                                            (Donovan)

My Favorite Sport
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Now I want to describe my favorite sport. It is the sport of aristocrats, the sport of royalty, the sport of kings and the sport of gods. This is how I did my magic act and raptured billions out. What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: '♪ I got a new dance, and it goes like this.' But actually, it's an ancient dance going back to the Stone Age shamans. This is the dance that all native medicine men do.

Let me give some names for my what I do: Rain Dancing, Rain Making, Ghost Dancing, Doing the Time Warp, Doing The Swerve, Space Fucking, Fairy Fucking and finally the best and most descriptive name: Fairy Bowling. Feel free to practice this by yourself or in groups. Develop your own style. Have fun with it.

I stand and start flipping, flinging, flipping, flinging, flipping, spewing. As a wizard, I'm going to call up a rainstorm, thunder and lightning (holding my arms up, I start flipping, flinging, flipping, spewing). This is the gesture that priests use when sprinkling holy water.

' You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining outdoors'                                            (Steve Miller).

I'm a thunder roarer! This is my voice - the voice of God! You are to be guided by my voice inside your head. I get it working, get it working, flipping, flinging. What am I flipping? It never was about liquid H2O, water. What I am flipping is sperm! What I am throwing is wads of slime! I get it working, working and after a while the slime starts flying here, there and everywhere. Eventually it starts raining men planetwide. My fellow mad people know about this rain that falls on a sunny day - a phrase from a rock lyric. The cliché bag lady who wears tin foil to protect herself knows about the lightning I send. Mad people use the metaphor of being struck by lightning or electricity. This is Tausk's 'influencing machine' of schizophrenia. But it is just drops of jism. When you're struck and splattered by jism, its hot and it sizzles, it tingles and you think of lightning or electricity. The Greeks believed Zeus, King of the gods, sent down such lightning and thunderbolts. Zeus was called Jupiter by the Romans, Indra in India and Thor by the Germans. You've seen white meringue pie fights between circus clowns. I as the Joker/Jester/Clown/Fool bathe everyone in slime! It's a paintball (slimeball) fight!

' She cried to the southern wind
About a love that was sure to end
Every dream in her heart was gone
Headin’ for a showdown

And it’s rainin’ all over the world

It’s raining all over the world
Tonight, the longest night'                                            (Electric Light Orchestra)

The idea is: in my mind's eye, I see her. She's miles away, and there is no phone line. '♪ I can see for miles and miles.' I'm going to let her know that she's a gorgeous doll, and that I am the man she should be with, and not the man she is actually with. It's a long distance love affair. Brown quotes, 'The flowers appear on the earth; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land.' Frogs croak, birds tweet, crickets chirp. This is my long distance mating call!

' In a West End town, a dead end world                                            (long distance love affair)
The East End boys and West End girls - -
Call the police, there's a madman around'                                            (Pet Shop Boys)

I'm going to send a guided missile straight towards her - a cruise missile. She's standing there as my cruise missile comes whipping towards her. Remember Lot's wife in Sodom (it is important that it's a woman). She turned to stone – a pillar of salt – a statue. So the doll is standing there and Splash! - she's splattered on the head with the big wad of cum I sent her. Her eyes roll up until you see the whites. Her mouth drops open. She goes rigid (rigid = stone statues = erection), and starts wobbling like a top -she turns to stone – and then Boom She falls still rigid like a mannequin (rigid = stone statues = erection) to the ground. (I crook my elbow and hold my arm up and clench my fist. I cup my arm in my other arm. Then I start wobbling my arm round and round until, finally, it goes flat). Fairy bowling! The idea of the sport is to see how many tenpins - dolls - you can bowl over. I'm the best ever at the sport! I can knock over millions of dolls!

' One by one they all fall
One by one they all fall
One by one
One by one
One by one they all fall'                                            (Jack Green)

' Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!'

' These girls fall like dominos, dominos.
These girls fall like dominos, dominos.
These girls fall like dominos, dominos, dominos ...'                   (Big Pink = gay?)

In 'Weird Science' (1985), computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock). (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection).

'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds

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'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over!

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Repeating my earlier:
Repeat: 'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me! (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection).

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Repeat: 'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! They All Fall Down!


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'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down!


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Was I feeling any grief over the people I raptured out when I called up my storm? Not at all. They were all only devils here in Hell. They were all warned. Simply read the Book of Revelation. I and my angels have been blowing the horn repeatedly since the Seventies and not a single one of you repented. But I did have two concerns with respect to my fulfilling John of Patmos' promises. First, I'm an elderly geezer, and, to repeat, my member doesn't come up like it used to. I was concerned I would fizzle out and remove only a few million. That wouldn't be enough to get you devils to change your behavior in the bedroom. John of Patmos had promised a quarter to a third of the planet raptured out. 'And power was given unto them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the beasts of the earth.' 'a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were destroyed.'

Secondly, when you call up a storm, there is always the danger that the wizard himself will get swept away, because it is uncontrollable and unpredictable. Happily, I made it through, so that I could fulfill John of Patmos' promise that I would be standing here giving you the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead.

For this future event to occur, in the present I need a Fall Guy, someone who will lay down their life at my last Trumpet, so that I can lay out billions, without myself being swept away.

Defeating the Whore of Babylon
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The question of the evening is: Which man can bell the cat? Which man can pin the tail on the donkey? Who'll stop the (Invisible) Rain? Which brave hero can slay the Dragon? Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon? Which man can domesticate the Whore - pacify her and put her to sleep? Perceptive observers have noted that the Book of Revelation has the structure of a fairy tale. It is not a fairy tale is the sense of being a myth or being untrue. One part of the fairy tale is the fairy test: Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon? Being a fairy test, if any man attempts and fails, the Whore gobbles him up and drinks his blood (unconsciously = slime). Many men have tried and all have failed. The Whore is not a supernatural entity. She is simply the collection of all the dolls - all the millions of dolls. When you approach her, she's gorgeous, and the first idea you have about how to pacify her is to unzip your pants and stick it in her. If you try this way, you loose, and she gobbles you up and drinks your blood. Instead, the way to defeat her is to keep your pants zipped up, raise you arm and slime her right between the eyes. Her eyes roll up till you can see the whites and her mouth drops open. You've put her under a spell, you've hypnotized her, she's pacified. She goes to sleep. It is whispering sweet nothings into her ear (mumbling, Mumbo Jumbo – the gibbering of the mad – horse whispering). Brown called it, 'speech resexualized'. It is humbug, which by definition is 'silly talk' – 'nonsense' babble muttered and transcribed straight off of the unconscious. Under your spell, she's in turn gibbers back at you, driven temporarily mad. '♪ Ding dong!, The Witch is dead. Which old witch? The Wicked Old Witch!' Here 'Ding dong!' means the ringing chimes I send inside your head!

Here's a psychoanalytic version of defeating the Whore of Babylon discussed by Brown:

The young man finds Medusa on his way to virility. The threatening image of the snake woman is a metaphor of the mother figure. The growing child has to cope with and eventually to emancipate from his mother's gaze. The separation from the mother leads to the boy's independence and to the liberation of his sexuality. The decapitation of the Medusa can then be seen as the cutting of the umbilical cord. The mythological story hardly casts any doubt on this interpretation. She is decapitated (decapitation = castration) by the hero Perseus. Mythographers have called her a nightmare vision. A face so horrible that the dreamer is reduced to stony terror – frozen into a stone statue. According to Freud, Medusa’s head represents the terrifying toothed genitals of the Great Mother (the vagina denata). Erich Neumann writes that “the petrifying gaze of Medusa belongs to the province of the Terrible Great Groddess, for to be rigid is to be dead,” and that she is the devouring aspect of the mother. (Cannibalism).

The image of petrifaction symbolising an erection may seem a bit farfetched - bearing in mind that the metamorphosis of organic beings into inorganic rock is a very common theme in classical mythology. Medusa's male observer is struck dumb for two reasons: he is enthralled by the Freudian castration fear on the one hand, and by his sexual fascination on the other. Medusa repels and attracts at the same time. She is a snake monster but equally a femme fatale. She unites the beauty and the beast.

Freud, by way of Ferenczi, showed the horrifying sight of the decapitated head of Medusa occurs 'when a boy, who has hitherto been unwilling to believe the threat of castration, catches sight of the female genitals, probably those of an adult, surrounded by hair, and essentially those of his mother. The hair upon Medusa's head frequently is represented in works of art in the form of (waving) snakes, and these once again are derived form the castration complex. It is a remarkable fact that, however frightening they may be in themselves, they nevertheless serve actually as a mitigation of the horror, for they replace the penis, the absence of which is the cause of the horror. This is a confirmation of the technical rule according to which a multiplication of penis symbols signifies castration.'

Castrating Medusa's head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen

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This sight of Medusa's head makes the spectator stiff with terror, turns him to stone. (The Gaze of the Other freezes = paralyzes = turns to stone as in Sodom.) Observe that we have here once again the same origin from the castration complex and the same transformation of affect! For becoming stiff means an erection. Thus in the original situation it offers consolation to the spectator: he is still in possession of a penis, and the stiffening reassures him of the fact'. (Freud)

In the New Jerusalem, we aliens will cultivate and tend our crop (our cattle herd) and keep the women asleep and dreaming. We'll ensure they're chewing their cud, mooing and grazing contentedly. Here in Hell, the women are systematically groomed and cultivated to be hot and sexy. But in the New Jerusalem, we will systematically groom the women to be what we really want: true to us and not running around on us, and also sweet and good to us. If they are obedient and compliant, this is a bonus. That is voluntary on the woman's part. But we do want her to be sweet, at least. They will be maintained in permanent sleep by us.


Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd (Dolls Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell)
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Getting You To Change Your Bedroom Behavior
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Once we get to the New Jerusalem, everyone will know what everyone is doing in the bedroom. This is not your private affair, or your own personal business. It is vital that everyone knows exactly what everyone is doing in the bedroom. Adam and Eve fell, because they were ashamed of their private parts – 'parts' are not 'private'.

In the defunct Marxist states, everyone's every movement was under constant surveillance. That was not what needed to be done. The only thing that must be monitored is that everyone must know precisely what everyone else is doing in the bedroom. Nothing else matters about you. It must be public knowledge. This is what is not done here Hell. You may have a little knowledge about what your fellow workers are doing in bed, but overall you don't know as much as you need to know.

I'm going to tell the same story three different ways. You are really going to have change your bedroom behavior.

Version 1: If you as a man walk into Sodom, where the one thing you've got is a woman (you can also have a man if that's what you want). There is nothing else, it is total chaos and anarchy. If in this place you cannot get laid, then suddenly you become an extremely important person. Because all you have to do is get your willie working below your belt, and you can blow the place to smithereens! I have set off my timebomb over Sodom! I, the Lord God Almighty made my reputation in Sodom. All these gorgeous dolls here in Sodom make me go nuclear and explode! I, God, like all Sodomites am a drooling, crazed sex fiend, and thus Rapture Ready. That is, I get to spew slime everywhere here to rapture you out and sweep billions up to the sky!

Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me) (drool = slime I spew!)

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Version 2: Don't try to put me, God, in Hell. Don't even think about it. Satan is my servant and not vice versa. If you do try, I'll get my willie working below my belt and again blow the place to smithereens! In my second all time favorite movie, 'Legend' (1985), Tom Cruise in fairy pointy ears is in Hell and attacks Satan. This is what I as a fairy did here in Hell. I beat the Devil!- a job for a Dragon Slayer Hero!

Version 3: This is the stupid version: My good man, your getting way to much. It's good stuff. And you've got more than you can handle. I'm horny, and I need a woman. You've lots of women and I have none. What are we going to do about it with me standing here? If you don't get your dick straightened out, how about me ripping your lungs out, friend! I can't stand it, and I won't put up with it!

' He had white Horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was'                                            (Emerson, Lake & Palmer )

Who is the most degenerate sex fiend on the planet? Satan is a notorious degenerate, but has access to all the most gorgeous dolls on the planet who are all in his service and at his beck and call. His lusts get slaked. For me it is water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink. Again, constant craving.

I Must Rule!
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' Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you
Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you

So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it

Everybody wants to rule the world

I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world

All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world'                                            (Tears for Fears)

'♪ I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along.
I’m quitting the blues of the world, just singing a song, just singing a song
Glory Hallelujah, I just phoned the Parson, hey, Par, get ready to call
Just like Humpty Dumpty, I’m going to fall
I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling along.'

' He rode a blazing saddle     (light = slime)
He wore a shining star             (ditto)
His job to offer battle to bad men near and far

He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned dark night into day
He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way'           (ditto)      (Later satirized by Mel Brooks)

I was born to rule, and this is what you must let me do. I came to power by blackmail. I raptured out the people to demonstrate my power (just like the madman in my all time favorite movie,- 'The Brain from Planet Arous'. Like me, he was also a sex fiend). Elijah and Enoch were snatched as prototypes in the Old Testament for my magic act. I'm standing here on a mound of corpses. If Jesus were standing here in person, there would be many more laid out than I did, since mine doesn't come up as good as it once did. 'In the name of – - their holocaust, Allmen.' (Joyce's prophecy written prior to the Final Solution!). Hitler required gas chambers for his fairy dump. Heads roll! Rest in pieces! ' Cause meek inherits earth...six feet deep.'              'Lords of the New Church'

The Real Secret Rapture!


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Why don't you want to start listening to me? The blackmail was either I rule, or I remove lots more. I have an agenda. The planetwide New Exodus is here, and I'm going to lead you to the New Jerusalem. This process will take several centuries. I'll say more later, but here's an indication. The New Jerusalem is all the multimillion inhabitant cities in ruins, and there are be no longer any nation states, with the total population of the planet much less than one billion.

No matter how much you may legitimately hate my guts, I must rule! And I have more blackmail so I can accomplish my mission. I am the only person on this planet that possesses the roadmap to the New Jerusalem. No one else has a single clue! You have to be a fairy (which is the next topic) to possess it– it is a Fairy Treasure Map. It's inside my head. I'll have lots of goons and thugs around me to protect me, but even so, it is quite true that you can take me out. From your point of view, that's what you'll want to do. You'll go “This sucker's giving us pain. He's contagious and poisonous. Let's take him out!” Here's where the blackmail comes in. If you do take me out, the blackmail is that since I'm the only person with the roadmap, additional billions of corpses will be laying on the ground. I'll take that trade off – my life for the benefit of additional billions gone. So, don't shoot the messenger!

I'm going to save you a lot of tax money. I work for free. And the government that I will assemble will be a small fraction the size of the multimillion Federal Government. You'll no longer have to pay salaries for the one hundred Senators or the four hundred plus Congressmen and their thousands of support staff. The size of my Federal Government will be miniscule compared to the present one. Welcome to my weird Court of the Crimson King!. Though I'm not just crimson, but red (communist):

' The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king
'.

I'm a Fairy - In Fact, the King of the Fairies!
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' There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy
They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he.
And then one day, one magic day he came my way.
And as we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me:
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.”                                  ('Nature Boy')

'♪ In the land where horses born with eagle wings
And honey bees have lost their stings
There's singing forever
Lions den with fallow deer
And rivers made from wine so clear
Flow on and on forever
Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air
And baby lambs where Samson dares
To go on on on on on on

My fairy king can see things
He rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and me
Ooh yeah he guides the winds'                                            ('My Fairy King' – by who else but – Queen?)

Freud had it right - the Oedipal Triangle. The hunk, stud or gun I mentioned earlier is the father (in my unconscious). And the doll is the mother. And I'm the son of a gun, S.O.B. When a stud fathers a child with a doll, you have the recipe to grow monsters, the Biblical Giants. Actually, in my case my father was a sweet preacherman, and my mother was good, but I still turned out a monster. I'm the Beast slouching toward Bethlehem that Yeats wrote about in his poem “The Second Coming'. That poem is my favorite.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?


Look at these two lines:

The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

As the Beast I am of the worst, and you will notice that I am full of passionate intensity - a fanatic. Fundies perk up your ears! I'm labeling myself a Beast. Norman O. Brown has Joyce saying, 'not pater noster, but panther monster.'

Specifically, I'm a case of arrested development in my paranoid schizophrenia, an example of stunted growth. I'm a dwarf. How old am I? My inner child, my emotional age is two years old. A little child shall lead them as Isaiah has it. They call it the Terrible Twos. Children at that age own the world and are little tyrants. Babies like God are omnipotent. Complete brats like Bart Simpson. Now that I'm King of the World, I'm in the same position as that child - the world is mine! Jerome Bixby's 'It's a Great Life', seen as a Twilight Zone episode, shows a child with godlike powers: able to transform other people or objects into anything I wish, think new things into being, teleport myself and others where I wish, read the minds of people and animals, change the weather to suit myself and even revive the dead. Every King requires a Court Jester who I will select to turn into a doomed jack-in-the-box/dunce/scarecrow and exile to the cornfield. Adults must satisfy my every whim, or risk displeasing me. This is blackmail!

I am Forever Young. I am an authentic fairy, a Peter Pan. And I definitely do not mean that I'm gay. I'm the boy who couldn't grow up. James M. Barrie's Peter Pan was partly autobiographical. The New Jerusalem will be the perfect place for me, because there you do little work beyond puttering around in the garden, and a few other chores. There you don't have to accept adult responsibility. We'll overcome the proverbial Ball and Chain (the Old Lady). The New Jerusalem has other names: Never Never Land or the Land of the Lost Boys. Peter is the boy who can fly (to this fairy Otherworld).

What do I have to offer to a woman, me being a dead fairy? Can I entertain a woman, can I amuse a woman, can I interest a woman? I cannot be in any kind of an adult relationship with any woman. Being around me is like waiting for paint to dry. Being around me is like waiting for grass to grow. I am into the mystic 24/7 totally against my will. As I have said, we have had many highly evolved spiritual beings who have gone through highly elaborate rituals to get to the higher planes. I am not one of those. Against my will I am permanently into a trance.

' Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it
          (= the Last Trump)
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic    (Raptured Out!)          (Van Morrison)

'♪ To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die -

To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine'          (Morrisey)

And it gets even worse. I only approached a select few women, knowing in advance what the answer was going to be. Women almost always say no the first time. They are negotiating what they are going to get out of it. Every time I got no on the first try, I walked away, Fool that I am. And every woman knew instantly what I was. Any woman who had said yes was in for an ordeal, degenerate sex fiend that I am. I can never get enough, and I can never get satisfied. I would work her over for hours and hours on end - even days – like a Waring blender. No woman wants to be put through such an ordeal. It offends her dignity.

You should have noticed by now that I have a very immature, infantile view of women. This is simply because of the fact that I am an infant!

By the way, all magicians are children in the body of a man. Babies see objects appearing and abruptly disappearing without explanation. They don't know that objects can't do this. Most especially they see mommy with her milky teats appear and disappear without notice. They haven't learned the constancy of objects. Their world to them is chaos and anarchy, which is reproduced in the world at large once in a blue moon when we go to Sodom. Object permanence isn't mastered until about age two. Thus, they believe in magic, like magicians where objects are apported or vanished from thin air. Real magicians, such as I am, again, are babies trapped in a grown up body, and that is the basis of our power.

Sigmund Freud was right. It's the Oedipal relationship between mother and son, with the father in the background. If you want to go instantly mad, all you have to do is stick your head up your mother's dress, and sniff mommie's panties. When you come out, you'll be drooling, raving maniac like me.

Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me) (drool = slime I spew!)

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There is a school of psychoanalysis called Object Relations Theory. Before father was mommy. The Dragon of the Book of Revelation who has to be 'slain' is in fact mommy as seen by the baby (boy). Mommy can deliberately or accidentally swallow or engulf the baby, so that the child can never grow up and be forever bound to her - Forever Young (in other words, leave it mad).

Madness is possibly organic – an actual genetic or neural abnormality regarded as incurable. This disease leaves us in continuous physical and mental pain on a hair trigger – jumpy and paranoid.

'♪ I got it bad
you don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don't know when you've got it good.
It's getting harder
just keeping life and soul together

My broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don't want to be here no more.

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day:
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away.
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side

The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care.

You must be joking
you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it

Stay out of my shoes if you know what's good for you.
The heat is stifling
burning me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each and ev'ry pore.
I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one day. . . .
I got it bad. you don't know how bad I got it. .. .
'                                            (Nik Kershaw)

We're toads!

' There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm'                                 (The Doors)

Here is my crude schematic crash course outline of the psychoanalytic view of development, inspired by George Markari's 'Revolution in Mind'. I use Freud's stages of development as hurdles to be cleared, supplemented by additional preoedipal hurdles contributed by Klein and Object Relations theory (only touched on by Freud). Failure to clear any hurdle often means psychosis. In the beginning, the fetus bathed in warm amniotic fluid experiences the mystic oceanic feeling of Oneness with the Universe that the mystics seek - the Buddhist Nirvana. The first hurdle is Otto Rank's Trauma of Birth where the infant is rudely awakened and dragged kicking and screaming into the world. The desire to return to the womb is a failure to clear this hurdle and what the later Freud labeled the Death Drive in search of homeostasis and Nirvana. Then, the preoedipal stage is the Other (the Mother) of Object Relations in relation to the infant (male or female) where the hurdle is separation and individuation. Brown quotes Jesuit priest G.M. Hopkins' 'The Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe' with it's 'world-mothering air' (Mommy) – the stage of (Brown's narcissistic) polymorphous perversity, with 'infancy welcome in womb and breast, birth, milk'. Images of Madonna and Child are Catholic icons. Some paintings show the infant Christ with an erect penis giving a flirtatious 'chin-chuck' to his adoring mother (Steinberg, 'The Sexuality of Christ'). Schuchard quotes William Blake,

'sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!
Infancy! Fearless, lustful, happy! Nestling for delight
In laps of pleasure - -.'

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Madonna and Child


' Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep

Sometimes
All I need is the air
That I breathe
And to love you
'                                            (Hollies)

Next comes the classic Freudian Oedipal stage with failure to clear resulting in the neuroses that Freud thought he could treat. At the hurdle from adolescence to adulthood, it is a statistical fact that this is often the stage for the onset of psychosis when it is to appear. This ordeal of the transition to adulthood precipitates schizophrenia because earlier preoedipal hurdles weren't cleared. Mad people such as I are Forever Young: preoedipal babies trapped in the body of adults. Madmen are mommy's little boys.

' Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.'                                 Neil Young

Makari shows that the psychosexual was front and center for Freud, with Jung and other psychoanalysts attacking him as being fixated on it. As Norman O. Brown added, babies are polymorphous perverse. Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.' The later 'metaphysical' Freud recovered the added death drive principle - the regression to the womb or Nirvana. The Paul Simon rock song spoke of a Mother and Child reunion.

Ferenczi's 'Thalassa' about the same time (1924) posited the death drive as the desire to return to the original state of bliss in the maternal womb and the comfort of it's amniotic fluids, perversely erotic. 'Thalassa' has been seen as crackpot, mostly with respect to his Lamarckian phylogeny, but Freud admiringly called it a 'summit of achievement.' Brown from 'Life Against Death' early in his career all the way to his last book 'Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis' referred to Ferenczi on Nirvana and regression to the womb. Brown quotes William Blake to observe that 'the womb is a tomb' and isn't the answer (the tomb is the maternal body).

What we call reality, Brown calls illusion, lie, dream. 'We are asleep and being asleep is being dead; we still live in the womb or return to the womb; our genital sexuality is regression to the state before birth; and we are still under the spell of the primal scene; we reenact the father who we have introjected; our sex life is his, not ours, and our pleasure remains vicarious. Thus if all life is dream and illusion, then awakening to real life is the end of our life; death and resurrection in one. The way out of the womb, out of the dream cave is to die in order to be reborn'. As Brown reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and rising of the member = erection. In the resurrection of the 'dead' (= Living Dead), all shall arise from their tombs – the member comes up (gets stiff).

Freud noted that we cannot conceive of our own death. Brown says, 'Since anxiety is the ego's incapacity to accept death, the sexual organizations were perhaps constructed by the ego in its flight from death, and could be abolished by an ego strong enough to die. For Brown, 'Death is genitalized as a return to the womb.'

'What exactly would it mean on this earth to be wholly unrepressed, to live in full bodily and psychic expansiveness? It can only mean to be reborn into madness'. Then Brown warns us of the full radicalness of his reading of Freud by stressing that he resolutely follows Ferenczi's insight that 'Character-traits are, so to speak, secret psychoses.' He added that 'character is a vital lie.' 'The ego - - is a piece of illusion.' Brown argued for new men without character defenses, a rebirth into a 'second innocence.' He sees narcissism as project for loving union with the world, hunger for a qualitatively different world (utopia Land of Milk and Honey).

Freud defined the goal of Eros as unification or the search for union. But when he maintains that fear of being separated and expelled from the group comes from an underlying fear of castration, his proposition should be inverted. Fear of castration comes from the fear of being excluded, not the other way round. This anxiety becomes more marked as the isolation of individuals in an illusory community becomes more and more difficult to ignore.

Even while it seeks unification, Eros is essentially narcissistic and in love with itself. It wants a world to love as much as it loves itself. Norman O. Brown, in 'Life Against Death', points out the contradiction. How, he asks, can a narcissistic orientation lead to union with beings in the world? "In love, the abstract antimony of the Ego and the Other can be transcended if we return to the concrete reality of pleasure, to a definition of sexuality as being essentially a pleasurable activity of the body, and if we see love as the relationship between the Ego and the sources of pleasure." One could be more exact: the source of pleasure lies less in the body than in the possibility of free activity in the world. The concrete reality of pleasure is based on the freedom to unite oneself with anyone who allows one to become united with oneself. The realisation of pleasure passes through the pleasure of realisation, the pleasure of communication through the communication of pleasure, participation in pleasure through the pleasure of participation. It is because of this that the narcissism turned towards the outside world, the narcissism Brown is talking about, can only bring about a wholesale demolition of social structures.

Perhaps related is Spinoza's One Substance inspired by his Jewish mystical background in the Kaballah with Adam Kadmon, which William Blake referred to as the Grand Man (see also Gutkind's Body of God or the Mystical Body of Christ). It is not to be taken as static, but involves fluid flows. Brown, like Reich's Cosmic Orgone, saw 'action at a distance – psychic streams' that overcome dualism. Deleuze and Guattari in 'Anti-Oedipus' examined this. Brown, particularly in 'Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis', looked to replace Hegelian Marxist dialectical flow with Spinoza's flows. Is it possible that unconsciously Spinoza had the Nirvana of the womb in mind?

Influenced by Vankin's 'Malignant Self Love: Narcissism Revisited' and Richter's 'All Mighty: A Study of the God Complex in Western Man', I muse on these narcissists: Brown, Obama, Jesus Christ and above all, God (myself). Freud thought that all human infants pass through a phase of primary narcissism, in which they assume they are the center of their universe. What Freud defined as secondary narcissism is a pathological condition in which the infant does not invest its emotions in its parents but rather redirects them back to itself. He thought that secondary narcissism developed in what he termed the pre-Oedipal phase of childhood; that is, before the age of three. Freud wrote that narcissism is a form of “magical thinking” for a person in that they believe they can by wishing or will power change situations, conditions from reality to the way they prefer.

Brown was a narcissistic fairy who decked himself out in a regal costume complete with self appropriated medals (see Bib portrait).

In terms of the hardscrabble, hand to mouth existence of eking out a living in Galilee, Jesus was a freeloader slacker and burden. The Messianic Complex is a psychological state in which the individual believes himself to be the savior of the world and suffers from the delusion that he or she is, at the very least, the Almighty's gift to the world (i. e., God's only begotten Son). 'For you have the poor always with you; but me you have not always.' Jesus feasted with his Apostles confounding his detractors, 'Can you make the children of the bridal chamber fast, while the bridegroom is with them?' But, at the same time, Jesus points away from himself and seeks to deflect the messianic expectations put upon him, trying to evade his superstar status and the attributions of glory.

God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform. You think I (Almighty God) am dumb, misogynistic, homophobic, egotistical, and homicidal...but know I love you (my botched creation). And, in my thick-headed way, I listen to you and learn. I, God, am everything the narcissist ever wants to be: omnipotent, omniscient, omnipresent, admired, much discussed, and awe inspiring. God is the narcissist's wet dream, the ultimate grandiose fantasy.

The narcissist:
'Subtly misrepresents facts and expediently and opportunistically shifts positions, views, opinions, and “ideals”. These flip-flops do not cause him overt distress , he feels justified in acting this way). Alternatively, evidences a lack of empathy.
Ignores data that conflict with his fantasy world, or with his inflated and grandiose self-image. This has to do with magical thinking. He is firmly convinced that his dreams, thoughts, and wishes affect reality.
Feels that he is above the law, incl. and especially his own laws.
Talks about himself in the 3rd person singular or uses the regal “we” and craves to be the exclsuive center of attention, even adulation
Have a messianic-cosmic vision of himself and his life and his “mission”.
Sets ever more complex rules in a convoluted world of grandiose fantasies with its own language (jargon)
Displays false modesty and unctuous “folksiness” but unable to sustain these behaviors (the persona, or mask) for long. It slips and the true self is revealed: haughty, aloof, distant, and disdainful of simple folk.
Sublimates aggression and holds grudges.
Behaves as an eternal adolescent (e.g., his choice of language, youthful image he projects, demands indulgence and feels entitled to special treatment.'

'Megalomania is commonly understood as a mental behavior characterized by an excessive desire for power and glory and by illusory feelings of omnipotence, some of who believe themselves actually to be God.. The latter can be expressed in the psychopathological form of delusions of grandeur. This type of mental functioning shows systematic denial of otherness and an infantile theory of sexuality. Such a one is adept shape shifter, able to take on many different social faces. These faces are known in Jungian psychology as personas. As Jung himself stated, the term persona “meant the mask once worn by actors to indicate the role played. It is, as its name implies, only a mask… that feigns individuality, making others believe that one is individual, whereas one is simply acting a role” they may react with distain, rage or defiant counterattack”, and if questioned or refused, a tantrum (the fury of a disobeyed god), plus an expectation of servility in women. His unconscious is his conscious. He acts out our most repressed drives, fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with a glimpse of the horrors that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians at our personal gates, and what it was like before we invented civilization. His reign is all smoke and mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere appearances and mass delusions. His inability to love human beings ultimately transform him into a recluse. In playing God, the narcissist is completely convinced that he is merely being himself. Narcissistic leadership is about theater, not about life. To enjoy the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the leader demands the suspension of judgment. The narcissist does not hesitate to put people's lives or fortunes at risk. He preserves his sense of infallibility in the face of mistakes and misjudgments by distorting the facts, by evoking mitigating or attenuating circumstances, by repressing memories, or by simply lying. He might even wish to destroy it, as a punishment or revenge for its incompetence. The lack of empathy, the aloofness, the disdain, the sense of entitlement, the constricted sense of humor, the unequal treatment and the paranoia – render the narcissist a social misfit.

The narcissist is interpersonally exploitative. He is able to provoke in his milieu, in his casual acquaintances, even in his psychotherapist, the strongest, most avid and furious hatred and revulsion. To his shock, indignation and consternation, he invariably induces in others unbridled aggression. "Humans" (to the narcissist, a derogatory term) are small, fragile, error-prone, pusillanimous, mean, dumb, and mediocre and indulges his sadistic urges and to exercise his misogynism freely and openly. Such a narcissist is likely to taunt and torment his followers, hector and chastise them, humiliate and berate them, abuse them spiritually, or even sexually. The narcissist whose source of authority is religious is looking for obedient and unquestioning slaves upon whom to exercise his capricious and wicked mastery. The narcissist transforms even the most innocuous and pure religious sentiments into a cultish ritual and a virulent hierarchy. He prays on the gullible. His flock become his hostages, and holds the delusion that God is an active participant in the narcissist's life in which constant intervention by Him is a key feature. God is subsumed in a larger picture, that of the narcissist's destiny and mission. God serves this cosmic plan by making it possible. In the overall design of things, small setbacks and defeats matter little. The narcissist is haunted by the feeling that he is possessed of a mission, of a destiny, that he is part of fate, of history. He is convinced that his uniqueness is purposeful, that he is meant to lead, to chart new ways, to innovate, to modernize, to reform, to set precedents, or to create from scratch. Every act of the narcissist is perceived by him to be significant, every utterance of momentous consequence, every thought of revolutionary caliber. He feels part of a grand design, a world plan and the frame of affiliation, the group, of which he is a member, must be commensurately grand. Its proportions and properties must resonate with his. Its characteristics must justify his and its ideology must conform to his pre-conceived opinions and prejudices. In short: the group must magnify the narcissist, echo and amplify his life, his views, his knowledge, and his personal history. In extreme cases, he might even wish to destroy it (as a punishment or revenge for its incompetence.'

Characteristics:

'* being argumentative,
* The most telling thing that narcissists do is contradict themselves. They will do this virtually in the same sentence,
* arrogant
* conceited
* vain
* fretful
* frustrated/idle
* fluctuating between superior and inferior.'

My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty)
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Come what may, we'll always have the Bible and the Brothers Grimm fairy tales.

I'm Prince Charming in search of my Princess Bride. ' Someday my prince will come.'

Sleeping Beauty is not dead, but frozen in a witch's spell (hypnotized) and the entire Kingdom with her, awaiting my kiss that will waken her.

What is Heaven? ' This monkey's gone to Heaven,'(by the Pixies, in other words, fairies). We're going to St. Brendan's Isle of the Blessed, full of gorgeous beauties, although there's still a Dragon to slay even there. It's the hobo's paradise, the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the elysian fields, utopia. In fact, it's the Land of the Dead!

' Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby'.

' Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.                                            (The Muppets!)

The rainbow was a sign for Noah. Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the planet in my (God's) slime!

' Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend, my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me'.

My misspent years as a dreamer fascinated (under a spell) by my TV and plugged in to rock music surprisingly paid off. It got me here!

' When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do'

John of Patmos depicted Heaven as continual mindless worship of God. ' We're off to see the Wizard!' - which is me! The Wizard of Oz, like myself, turns out to be mostly a con man with smoke and mirrors and bluster and humbug. Behind the curtain, the Wizard used phony special effects, such rattling metal sheets for thunder, to impress as fearsome. The Wizard was using a sham for the real thunder and lightning I send (slime).


'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors (Compare with Image 1)
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Heaven is not worship of me at all. Instead, it is a continuous nonstop sex orgy where your every desire is instantaneously satisfied. Women never get pregnant, and there is no worry about sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) or AIDS. If you have a predilection for young girls or boys that is available (hey, I've always had a predilection for very young girls, even though I am not ever going to act on that desire – I don't want the local sheriff raiding my house). These young angels are known as cherubs. I have an apparent contradiction here, since I just said the angels don't get pregnant, so how come I am talking about young angels? They preexist, they are not born as humans are. I wake up every single day horny, in continuous desire for a woman. I have suffered the worst torture that Satan has here in Hell. Some of the demons here in Hell will outright beat the crap out of you or simply kill you. But the very worst torture that Satan has subjected me to is the continuous torment of being surrounded with excruciatingly gorgeous dolls who will spread their lips and always say 'Yes!, Yes! Yes!' just as Joyce's Molly said 'yes I said yes I will Yes.' It's a Dollhouse! It's a Candy Store! With me so far scheduled to die a virgin! Now that I am head of state, I'm going to go out to pasture and finally get some of my desires satisfied. The only reason I blew out billions of corpses was because I couldn't get laid here in Hell. We missing are deadly, poisonous and explosive! As King, I want to interview candidate Queens. You must understand what it means to be a sex fiend. I'm a sex crazed madman! I, as a sex fiend, have nothing on my mind but being in bed with a woman, any woman who is anatomically a female – as long as she isn't fat – I can't get it up if she is fat. But since gorgeous dolls are a dime a dozen here is Hell (and of course every single woman on the planet is a devil) I want a teen aged beauty. She doesn't have to be a virgin, but she has to understand that I'm going to be in bed more or less nonstop – she really has to enjoy being in bed. And the wedding must be very low key – a civil ceremony before a justice of the peace – no elaborate expensive wedding. My fairy wedding, an alchemical marriage, won't be lavish or extravagant, as opposed those of the Hollywood fairies. But once I select a bride, I will be faithful to her, and expect her to be the same toward me. What I'm looking for is a very young beauty pageant winner. And she must understand that I am very dirty old man.

' Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who’s the only one
Hey little sister who’s your superman
Hey little sister who’s the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again.
'                                            (Billy Idol – White Wedding)

' Lunatic fringe
In the twilight's last gleaming
This is open season
                                                      (target: the dolls)
But you won't get too far
We know you've got to blame someone                                            (the dolls)
For your own confusion
But we're on guard this time
Against your final solution
'                                                 (Red Rider)

As is well known, John of Patmos two thousand years ago had a vision of the New Jerusalem, when Heaven descends to earth. 'The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which would be still external, but with the identification of the city and kingdom with one's own body,' according to Brown. All of our sexual needs and wants and desires will be permanently satisfied, the Land of Milk and Honey (slime), for I'm the Tree of Life – an inexhaustible fountain of the River of the the Waters of Life – me spewing sperm and slime continuously – real fulfillment for the first time. I am going to open the floodgates of Heaven (the Secret Rapture) and cause it to rain men (sperm and slime) planetwide - bathing and immersing us all permanently in the Reichian Orgone - (Heaven on earth - the New Jerusalem) - the superior Christian answer to the fetus bathed in amniotic fluid sought in the Buddhist Nirvana. So Heaven is not continual worship of God (me), but the fact that I bathe everyone in slime! ' It's raining men, Hallelujah' (The Weather Girls).

I've mentioned four bodily fluids: amniotic for the fetus, spit which Jesus used for his magical cures, milk for babes and blood. For the unconscious, these fluids are all stand-ins for that most important fluid, slime. When Baptists immerse converts in the river, they're practicing for the New Jerusalem, when we'll all be bathed in slime, after I open the floodgates. And of course it is not really a nonstop orgy, but the fact that once we go native, we will have all sorts of friends and relatives that we'll know and visit regularly. I, as a madman, have never known an adult woman, and it has been many decades since I had any friends. I'm taking the dolls away, to be replaced by people we know and rely on for help.

Satan is an ape or mimic. He attempts to recreate Heaven on earth, and instead plunges the entire world into Hell! ' If you want to get to heaven you got to raise a little hell.'

As Jesus prophesied, 'in the resurrection of the dead (which is you!) they will neither marry or be given in marriage, but will be as the angels of God in heaven.' What Jesus prophesied has now come now come to pass here in Hell, which reproduces what happened in Sodom (totally strictly forbidden, of course). 'Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere,' Brown observes. They were a bourgeois family from Thorton Wilder's 1942 'The Skin of Our Teeth', exposed by Joseph Campbell as a rip-off of 'Finnegans Wake'. There is no point in getting married with all the sex flowing freely (this is only one way of interpreting the obscure passage. Alternatively, it may mean no sex at all). Here the flowing sex is so good and so irresistible, that a single angel, namely me, can use this sex to sweep billions to the sky! - what a way to go out (the Secret Rapture)! We are going to fall again, but into innocence this time - brothers and sisters. It will be public knowledge what we're all doing in the bedroom. Heaven has always been only what goes on in bed. There's a reason Muslims think about 72 virgins.

The fallacy that put you in Hell – you have a 'natural' desire to be with a woman and she is agreeable. But no one is ever permitted to put it in! The very moment you put it in, you become a devil!

The only rule here is, the only rule there ever was is that no one anytime ever, anywhere is ever permitted to put it in. And I will maintain a list of the names of every single man and woman who is a virgin – the ultimate honor roll. But these gorgeous dolls here in Hell are my kryptonite – they make me go radioactive or nuclear. You may only get tongue tied or dumbfounded, but they leave me thunderstuck and light my fuse! I am going to have to defuse my timebomb by getting laid. The best TV I've ever seen is the season one finale of 'Heroes' titled 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' where Peter (notice the name) against his will is about to go nuclear and blow up New York City. When Robert Oppenheimer, father of the atomic bomb, saw the first blast, he exclaimed 'I am become Shiva, destroyer of worlds!'

'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes Nuclear!


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'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid = Erection) over Stupefyin' Jones (Stupefied = Turned to Stone)


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(In addition to Stupefyin' Jones, there are other characters with especially significant names: Appassionata Von Climax, Moonbeam McSwine, Earthquake McGoon and Evil Eye Fleagle, Think about what they signify).

Harp Playing Angel/Clown Harpo Struck Dumb (Mute - Goes Nuclear) and Sounds his Angel Trumpet over Dolls!


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How stupid do you have to be not to get laid here in Hell? Dumb as a Box of Rocks! I succeeded in getting a grand total of three women hot and bothered about me – a skanky whore who I put under a spell (hypnotized), another whore and a landlady. Since I'm now in my rightful place as head of state surrounded by gorgeous women, I can pick and choose. So let me draw up a tentative list (drawn from TV): Rachel Ray (who is probably a robot), Teri Hatcher, any woman on 'Deal or No Deal', the legendary Jessica Simpson (who also is so incredible that she is also likely a robot). I can't omit Anne Hathaway – a very special lady.

The Jesus You Never Knew
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The rock lyric asks:

What if God was one of us?
Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home?                                (Joan Osborne)

Let me quote again Constantin Brunner on Jesus, 'There he hung, the blasphemer of God and slanderer of the most notable men, the poor malicious fool, the incorrigible wretch, the whoreson and whoremonger, the swindler, the liar, the seducer.' Slightly over the top, but useful for getting Jesus outside the box. Let me throw out some of the ways I have characterized Jesus here. Each of the terms are relevant, although some miss the mark more than others. And, of course, when I use these terms I am also talking about myself from my own experience:

THE SPACE COWBOY      THE SPACE GHOST     GHOST WITH THE MOST      THE WHISTLER      THE WHISPERING SKULL     THE LAST AIRBENDER      THE CHOSEN ONE      CRAZY SPACEMAN      MADMAN      DEAD FAIRY      KILLER DWARF      SEX FIEND      BASTARD       HUMAN GARBAGE      WIZARD       MAGICIAN      ROCKET MAN       WITCHFINDER GENERAL      ANGEL      WATCHER      THE FOOL      THE JOKER     THE PIED PIPER       WALKING TIMEBOMB      SHAPE SHIFTER      DOA       ZOMBIE       THE GOOD SHEPHERD      GOD ALMIGHTY

The ancient Kings of Egypt, Babylon and elsewhere carried such honorific epithets, many of which indicated phallic potency for a reason. Some of the names for readers acquainted with the old film serials (a few of which I list) may resonate. The supervillains of the Saturday matinee cliffhangers had such creepy names as these or the Lightning or the Purple Monster or Dr. Satan. Inhabitants of loony bins as depicted in 'The Ruling Class' (1971) (note the title) are notorious for proclaiming that they are important persons (delusions of grandeur), such as Napoleon, the Pope, Jesus or God (the latter being me). The madmen in the film conduct a sorcery contest (unconsciously a white meringue = spunk = slime pie fight) to decide which of them is the real Christ.

'The Ruling Class' - Delusions of Grandeur

By the way, happily, I was never committed, although I am well qualified to be. But in fact, every one of us are empty ciphers. They make little impression and attempt to compensate by drawing others into their delusion (such as you, dear reader)! The answer to the paradox, which psychologists couldn't decipher: All mad people, against their will, are on the rough and rocky road to becoming gods (it's hard to be a god). And only a small part of these actually make it through. Some get lost, such as the criminally insane, and turn to service of Satan.

So, Jesus and I are complete ciphers - you can project on us whatever you think we are. We are empty ghosts. And the last thing either of us want is worship - we are here to serve - to rescue you. I can and will lay Satan down for the last time. I won the lottery and blew the place Sky High!

' You've Blown It All Sky High
By Telling Me a Lie
Without a Reason Why
You've Blown It All Sky High
You, You've Blown It All Sky High
Our Love Had Wings To Fly
We Could Have Touched The Sky
You've Blown It All Sky High
'                                 (Jigsaw)

' You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time
'                                            (Eagles)

I send you a sign through the air:

' Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin,
I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord

I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord                                 (Phil Collins)

Jesus was a wizard. Practically the whole time humans have been on the planet, we have had little knowledge of how to treat diseases. So we waved our hands over you and uttered Mumbo Jumbo - the gibbering of the mad. Hypnosis is Hocus Pocus. This is called in the trade magical passes. This can really help people get better – it's a matter of psychology, which Jesus was expert at. When miracles were attributed to Jesus or asked if he was King of the Jews, he responded 'You have said it!'' The main thing we all want to know is that someone cares and is concerned about us personally, especially if we are about to die. Of course, if you weren't cured, we gave you the last rites and waved you off (in other words, touched you with a drop of sperm).

In two stubborn cases of shamanic healing for a blind man and a deaf man, Jesus resorted to spit, the unconscious substitute for that other bodily fluid, sperm.


' Jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Well now, jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Yeah, yeah. Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.
Took a jump through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine. Yeah, yeah.
Then out to california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me with you, jesus.

You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name
.                (ZZ Top)

You've finally found me in person, the One and Only! Where else would I be but at Angel + Fire?

' The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love'                                            (Roberta Flack)

' See the lonely man there on the corner,
What he's waiting for, I don't know,
But he waits everyday now.
He's just waiting for something to show.
Looking everywhere at no one,
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh.
When he shouts nobody listens,
Where he leads no one will go
– oh.

Are we just like all the rest,
We're looking too hard for something he's got
Or moving too fast to rest.
But like a monkey on your back you need it.
But do you love it enough to leave it
– ah.                     (note especially)
Who's the lonely man there on the corner,
What he's waiting for, I don't know.
Oh but he waits every day now.
He's just waiting for that something to show.'                                           (Phil Collins)

' And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him

For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.'                                          (Leonard Cohen)


Leaving the Fleshpots
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Let's play the children's game: Hot and Cold (holding up my arms). You're cold. You're warmer. Your getting hot. Close! Your the hottest! Bingo! You found it! It's my dick! The bird is the word – the spermatic word, as Norman O. Brown has it. Sperm is the word of the Lord. In the beginning was the Word. God said let there be light. Translation: My predecessor and his angels were sounding their trumpets to close out the last cycle and begin a new one – sperm and slime flying everywhere rapturing out the people of the previous cycle. Light unconsciously always signifies slime.

Understand that this is not about your kissing my dick. I'm not here to lord it over you. I'm no sadist. I'm no bully. Again, I'm come to serve. I'm the Good Shepherd come to rescue my lost black sheep (you devils here in Hell). Just like Moses led the Hebrews out of the fleshpots of Egypt on the Exodus to the Promised Land, I'm come to lead you out of the fleshpots of Hell on a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem. I'm here to lay Satan down for the last time. I am here to harrow Hell, in Christian terminology. And the nightmare that we're about to embark on will be with all of you and with me until we reach our physical graves. After we go through what's coming up, I guarantee you Satan will never be loosed again. You're getting ready to be punished for your faithful service to Satan – we're going to go through the Great Tribulation. But let no one, including the idiot suicide bombers, denigrate the amazing scientific achievements, etc. you've accomplished in your faithful service to Satan. The last place I'd go for an update on the latest scientific advances is the suicide bombers. What a bunch of morons!

As the Tribulation begins and the new cycle opens, we'll enter a new Golden Age, an age in which we're no longer strictly human – an age of gods and monsters. The best will become superheroes or gods, equipped to fight the monsters which will arise at the same time. The shortest verse in the Bible: 'Jesus wept.', which means that we Space Aliens rarely show human emotion such a human love, so it's unusual for us when we do. We are both more than human and less than human – but definitely not human. Alien Klaatu (me) speaks in a robotic monotone.

Here in Hell all the men are under a literal witch's spell - that of the Whore of Babylon. Men are literally sex slaves - beasts of burden - blinded and charmed by the dolls.

'The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari' (1919) Professor Holding his Wand has Male Subject Hypnotized (under a Spell)

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The Prosessor is a wizard with his magic wand (= phallus), and the 'cabinet' is the film replacement for a coffin where he raises (= erection) the 'dead' - his subject stiff as a stone statue under his spell. He raises the subject as his alter ego to do what he would really want to to, which is to go out and abduct beautiful women to bring them back to him lair. This was the real objective of Victor Frankenstein when he created his monster. It is a version of the B.E.M. (Bug-Eyed-Monster) to be brougnt up again later.

As a powerful wizard, I'm going to break that spell and wake all the men. In turn, I'm going to put all the women on the planet under a spell. They won't be Stepford Wives or robots, but they will be walking around in broad daylight hypnotized and dreaming. And when I get that accomplished we will be in the New Jerusalem.

Your Household
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What I'm getting ready to say is the harshest thing I'll say all evening. Look at your household. Which divorce are you on? Are you even married to the woman you're with? How many of you are single fathers and mothers? It so evil for a man to father a child and leave her holding the bag. We have babies having babies here. And look at your children, the fruit of your loins. How many stepkids do you have? I see there in your household that your kids are mongrels, mutts, half breeds, literal bastards (look it up in the dictionary) and worse. Barrack Hussein Obama (a telling name) rightly labels himself a mongrel. Repeating, the very definition of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons, and monsters. You are in Bosch's 'Hell' where cats and dogs try to interbreed. The opening credits of 'The Devil's Rain' (1975) show images from Bosch's 'Hell'. The title is a deliberate reversal. for the Rain is not from the Devil, but from me, God.
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Bosch's Hell

Look how you've squandered your precious seed packet, the only thing that's matters! My own little seed packet has gone missing, so like you I am a dead man. But I'm dead in a different sense than you. I have no child, no issue. Like Jesus, no one will carry my genetic information in the next generation. This is a third sense of dead I'm using, in addition to corpses and the Living Dead (Zombies). Use the context to decide which I mean. Mostly throughout dead means the Living Dead, which I sometimes remember to note with quotation marks.

So, is there an Afterlife, in spite of my earlier comments? Certainly! The Life after Death you are currently living as Zombies is that life!

We fairies are notorious for snatching your babies from the cradle so we can substitute our own changelings (sickly dead fairy babies). There should be no children here!

Instant Proof You're in Hell
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You're roaring down the expressway. Now, look at the people in the cars on both sides of you. Do you know who these people are? Have you ever seen any of them before? You can be certain you'll never see them again. Do you know what they think and believe? You're in a dangerous situation. It is a situation ripe for paranoia. For all you know they could be axe murderers, serial killers, child molesters, etc. (I chose these three examples on purpose since they are aspects of what I could have been). You don't know. And here in Hell, considerable numbers of them actually are such heinous types. In the New Jerusalem, we be living in small settlements where everyone knows everyone, and especially everyone's behavior in the bedroom will be known to all. You'll leave your doors unlocked, without a bit of worry. Life in these large cities is life in Hell, which is the next topic.

Cities
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Freud said that civilization is a neurosis (in 'Civilization and its Discontents'). He was too timid. It is absolute madness! 'Tis a stupid thing to build cities, especially these multimillion inhabitant cities. It's a lot or toil and trouble for nothing. Remember that Cain, the fallen son of the fallen Adam first started building cities. The cycle now coming to a close used to be believed by theologians to be 6000 years long. This cycle began when agriculture was invented and the first cities were built, actually more like eight or ten thousand years ago. The two essential components of Western Civilization were cities and agriculture. Martin Heidegger, a Nazi sympathizer who never recanted, equated mechanized industrialized agriculture with the Holocaust. The rows of corn are people! You are what you eat! Yeats quipped with regard to the Industrial Revolution,

'Locke sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.
'

That time was when God said let there be light. In the beginning was the spermatic Word. The Bible begins in Genesis only with the latest cycle, and there were many prior. Genesis 1:1 opens about ten thousand years ago, with numerous cycles prior.

'Tis a stupid thing to build cities. Over time all the inhabitants turn into devils. The fate of Babylon is the fate of all large cities. Revelation 18:2, 'And he cried mightily with a strong voice saying, Babylon is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.' Again, Jeremiah 51:37, 'And Babylon shall become heaps, a dwelling place for dragons, an astonishment, and a hissing, without an inhabitant.' The 'hissing' is the crackling of the Weird Radio. Note in both cases the imagery here connected with fertility. In Babylon, you lose your manhood! The Whore of Babylon is a castrator!

These gigantic cities are full of devils, demons, monsters, vampires, creatures of the night, zombies, robbers, thieves, gangsters, organized crime, juvenile gangs, junkies, winos, prostitutes, pimps, gays, lesbians, dolls, homeless panhandlers – the list goes in. The generic Biblical name for all these denizens is 'Giants'. The term never referred to physical size, but to the fact that they mindlessly, selfishly devour the earth. The Greeks called the monstrous Giants that preceded the gods the Titans, who Zeus smote with lightning. Just like Sodom and as in the days of Noah, as predicted by Jesus and John of Patmos, there are practically no decent people left on the planet. You take your life in your hands when you walk into one of these cities. They're the Land of the Giants, the Land of the Dead.

In these cities, it's chaos and anarchy:

' Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got

- Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed

Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised

- Nobody told me there'd be days like these
Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama'                                (John Lennon – 'Nobody Told Me')

Brown waxes poetic about these cities (and gets to display his classical erudition). Some of his epithets: City of Dis (a Level in Dante's 'Inferno') or Pluto; Satan's labyrinth; Stygian waters; the Cumaean gates; the mouth of Hades; the Cretan labyrinth. 'This labyrinthe cave in which we live is the world of the dead; - this metropolis is necropolis.'

' Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine
'                                             (Elton John)

The vertical structures of cities (phallic Towers of Babel) for Brown symbolize a defiance of Nature and an aggressive phallicity, an attempt to conquer death through lasting and enduring monuments. It's a case of the children's game Simple Simon Says (me). Before you do anything at all always come to me and say 'May I, Lord?' Did you say to me, 'Lord, may I build New York City?' No you didn't. What we have here is a failure to communicate. If you had of asked me, I would have said don't bother, you're wasting your time. I nearly always say no to anything you want to do. As the Bible tells you, 'Thy will be done, Lord.' Is that so hard to understand? But after you've built it, you then come to me and say 'Lord, look at my handiwork. Isn't New York magnificent?' I say you've went to a lot of trouble for nothing. That city has now become filled with demons, devils and monsters. All the cities around the world I have marked for destruction.

How does Attila the Hun get laid? He and his henchmen cordon off New York city. They take great care to extract all the nubile young females. Then they torch the city making a bonfire of its ten million inhabitants, and Attila has a bonus. Gorgeous sex slaves! Attila is on the way!

' They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
I'm guided by a signal in the heavens

I'm guided by this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business, mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin
                                            (Leonard Cohen)


The Tarot Cards
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The Fool


The Tower of Babel



The King of the World

If you go to a fortuneteller, you'll see them stack the Tarot cards in piles of suits. This shows they don't understand the cards. It takes a Fool to understand them. The cards are simple narrative, start to finish. The cards must be laid out in order. The 0 card is the happy Fool starting out his journey in life in tattered clothes sewn out of the multicolored patches of the Joker with knapsack slung over his shoulder and white rose of innocence while the dog nips at his heels. With each new card he picks up new life experiences and strengths.

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The Hanged Man

Jesus on the middle cross:

' Clowns to the left of me!
Jokers to the right!
Here I am stuck in the middle with you'.                                            (Bob Dylan)

The Fool is not bright maybe, but at least he knows to avoid the fate of the Hanged Man, the fate of the Jews so often and of Jesus in particular on his cross. In the card, his body is the Jewish hexagram shape (Star of David) and has the angelic light of the dove descending. Remember, light unconsciously signifies slime (as I said above with me on my Great White Throne). And the halo of light you see in pictures of me and my saints (also in the psychic 'aura') signifies slime.

What_Would_Jesus_DO?
What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' Unconsciously = Light = Bathed in Slime!

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By the way, Sir James Fraser noted, in addition to Jesus, other bleeding dying and resurrected Gods, such as Osiris, Odin or Adonis share features in common (virgin birth at the Winter Solstice, descent to the Underworld (the Harrowing of Hell) with rebirth as association with fertility).

Near the end is the Tower of Babel card . The Tower is being struck by lightning (= slime) and has caught fire. People are jumping out of the upper windows. The Fool as Wizard Rainmaker is doing these special effects. And this precisely is what I did during the Tower of Babel World Trade Center attack, where in addition to the planes, separately I called up my Invisible Rain and Lighting (= slime) planetwide (Mass Psychosis). In the last card, the Joker/Fool, who has jest (not misspelled) come to crown, the wild man from Borneo, stands as the the hermetic androgyne King of the World, to which I equate the World card. 'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.' Schuchard quotes William Blake, 'the two-fold form Hermaphroditic and the Double-sex'd/ The Female-male and the Male-female.'

That's who you see. Me. Standing in front of you as King of the World! However, I don't plan to wear an actual crown like the Fool.

Let me elaborate a moment on Mass Psychosis (the Secret Rapture). Repeating some of the list from my 1986 book:

PURPLE RAIN       COLORED RAIN      GREEN RAIN      FAIRY RAIN      INVISIBLE RAIN       BLOWING THE WIND      REAPING THE WHIRLWIND      IDIOT WIND      THE WHISPERING WIND      WEATHER WAR       PLANET WAVES      FIRE AND BRIMSTONE      THE FLOOD      TWINKLING OF AN EYE      THE RAPTURE      THE SECRET RAPTURE      WEATHER WAR       THE FLOOD     

I said then, 'At first sight, looking over this by no means exhaustive list, it appears we need to get out our umbrellas (or perhaps a degree in meteorology). I also said, 'After all, no one can predict the weather.' Both Freud and Jung taught that the unconscious is collective. It is the common possession of all of us. Everyone on the planet is wired together by means of the Collective Unconscious. This is the transmission medium I use on my Weird Radio. Brown noted, 'In the deepest level of our unconscious, we find not fantasies, but telepathy.' The message I send on it when I get inside your head is frequently garbled, and it fades in and out. The transmission medium is not always clear. The Tower of Babel is the Biblical confusion of tongues (the meaning of Babel) = Mass Psychosis = the gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio = the Secret Rapture. Brown says, 'Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer: Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The thunder is God stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk.' Pentecostals speak in tongues (glossolalia). Brown says,

'Barbarism, or speaking with tongues
     as in Finnegans Wake
     polyglot turning into glossolalia.
Pentecost'

Now that you see me in person, I can tell you straight out what the content of the message I was transmitting was. It was: 'She's getting too hot! Danger! Danger! The women are waking up!'

The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack (the Tower of Babel for this Cycle now Ending)
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On 9/11, there were three things going on at once, and one was not visible to the eye. First, there were the two planeloads full of zombies whipping through the air going into the Twin Towers. Zombies? Zombies! Yes, as in my Judgment I gave you a few minutes ago, you're dead - the Living Dead! Zombies. In his unconscious, Osama Bin Laden unzipped his pants and sent two silver fairy seeds whistling through the air to the Towers (he was attacking the Whore of Babylon, New York, the financial capital of plantewide Hell).

Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds


'The Brain from Planet Arous' -Madman Cackles While Shooting Down Airliners with his Eyes. (Note the poster sex attack)


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Hollywood closely prophesied this scenario in advance. In 'Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe' (the title itself is a prophecy of me – the Sky Marshal of the Universe), at the very end a spaceship is sent hurtling into Emperor Ming the Merciless's stronghold, which is a tall phallic tower where he's holed up, blowing it to smithereens, reminiscent of the Towers. (As an Oedipal aside, Flash is the hunk, Dale Arden is the doll and their offspring is the evil dead fairy sex fiend dwarf – Ming the Merciless.)

Second, there was the anthrax letterbomb attack by obviously a madman.

As I said when I discussed the Fool at the Tower of Babel Tarot card, the third thing was me calling up my invisible thunder and lighting (= slime) rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis). I was copying the madman in my favorite movie 'The Brain from Planet Arous' (1958) and shooting airliners out of the sky. This is Wizard Rainmaking. In other words, I fired up my Weird Radio - the Secret Rapture (holding up my Invisible Radio up) a day or so before the attack (we the gods know when something big is coming down) and continuing for a day or so thereafter . And at 9/11, I was the only one broadcasting. Like Osama, I was attacking the Whore of Babylon, symbolized by the Towers in New York, the financial capital of Hell. The first time I broadcast in 1973, I was only one of hundreds of angels blowing the horn. And in subsequent broadcasts, fewer and fewer were broadcasting, until I was the only one left at 9/11. I'm the last man on earth! By contrast, you aren't men. You are only devils – zombies – the living dead. I have known from my cradle that I was born to rule, and I had my confirmation then, when I as the last man on earth was the only one broadcasting. So you shouldn't be surprised that I now stand before you as King of the World!

Neil Young in 'After the Gold Rush' (my second favorite rock song of all time) 'prophesied' this:

' Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run

In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature`s Silver seed to a new home'
.


As the Last Man on Earth, the Chosen One he sang of, I turned out to be the Archer for 9/11 with the phallic Towers as targets. As landmarks, they were sitting ducks for my slime cruise missiles (my special effects via my Weird Radio). The silver seeds were the airliners. The 'loading' Neil 'prophesied' is the resulting billions raptured out! Pile 'em high! His 'new home' is the New Jerusalem where I'm leading you!


The phrase 'tilting at windmills' comes from Cervantes' very early (1605) literary classic 'Don Quixote' meaning to quixotically, madly, futilely attack targets as imaginary enemies. He fantasized he was a knight of chivalry. A telling detail: he felt they were Giants! In 'V for Vendetta' (2005), V, hiding behind a mask, blows up Big Ben as a (phallic) landmark target, takes control of the airwaves, and later attacks the Houses of Parliament, all to impress his lady love, who wavered on accepting him!

To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem Descending to Earth!
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Now, let me pull together the schematic sequence of events now occurring. Traditional Christian prophecy uses strict linear time culminating in the Second Coming and the end of the world. True enough, but quoting Verene on Joyce's Vico, 'Joyce transforms the three ages of gods, heroes and humans of Vico's "ideal eternal history" into a structure of four -- the fourth is the stage of dissolution, heralding the renewal at the end of the cycle.' So Joyce added the upcoming fourth age - the golden age (Second Coming) to Vico's three ages. Linear time ends then, and the next cycle begins (making a spiral). Brown says, 'a cyclical view of history, a cycle of world ages.'

Brown recorded on audio cassettes: TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS, transferred to 6 CDs in 2007 (OCLC 19188640; LCD9772). Then he wrote CLOSING TIME where he refers to Joyce's fourth age as a 'interval of timeless formlessness, an interregnum' (translated as a time between kings), inaugurating the golden age. Brown says, 'The golden years return.', and 'Waiting for a new dawn.' Also, 'waiting for the return of the theocratic age - to recognize the gods, to greet them.'

TIMETABLE


10,000 Year Cycle (Western Civilization)

So, the Christian timetable is amplified.
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The World Trade Center Attack was the literal fulfillment of the Tower of Babel Tarot card. As Brown says, 'the gods return in thunder'. As I said, 'this was me calling up my invisible thunder and lighting rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis). In other words, I fired up my Weird Radio.' This is one of the multiple Secret Rapture events of which I have been the main instigator, along with several of my assistant angels.

' Call out the instigators
Because there's something in the air
(= slime raining down!)
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right'      by Thunderclap Newman     'Something in the Air'

The upcoming final Secret Rapture, by my hand, will be the final conflagration where the world is consumed as prophesied by fire, the net result being a shitload (pardon my French) of corpses, my fairy dump, again to inaugurate the fourth golden age, after I spew slime planetwide! Scoop 'em up! Make room! Make room! Pile 'em high! A bonfire offering to the Sun! 'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15
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A Secret 'Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing 'Whirlwind of Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno') (Compare with my phallic waving Fire Hose spewing).

The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's not Biblical. Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul was out of his depth and language resources.
It is real as the corpses I laid out! And I give it it's proper name:

MASS PSYCHOSIS!

So, just as Jesus correctly prophesied the Kingdom within a generation, you will soon behold the descent of the New Jerusalem down to Earth from Heaven!


Business
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I said I'm a Communist. The last century was littered with many heinous dictators and tyrants. There are in the present day still many around outside the West. I admire none of them. Like me, they're thugs, goons, morons and idiots. They're stand-ins for the all mad, all bad cliffhanger supervillains who plotted World Domination. But I do respect a few of them. I'll name Lenin, certainly not Stalin, but yes on Mao and Castro. Lenin called Leftism an infantile disorder – he was more profoundly right than he knew. Leftists are shrill in tone, because unconsciously they see the taboo is being violated. I also like the Frankfurt School Jews: Horkenheimer and especially Adorno. They made mistakes in their works such as 'The Dialectic of Enlightenment' and have been rightly criticized as elitist mandarins. But here at the End of the World their brand of Marxism has been ultimately vindicated.

Castro would never use this terminology, but he's a fair wizard. Specifically, he's a clockstopper. As a better wizard, I'm going to go him one better (below). He came to power in 1959, looked around and said 'Hey, we've got enough to get by, let's stop the clock!' He made time stand still, and in subsequent years on Havana's streets all you saw were ancient fifties dinosaur cars that were the old gas guzzlers with huge tail fins. And with no repair parts, they were clunkers held together by such as string and chewing gum.

Mao's successors used their advantage as a totalitarian state to institute a one child policy in an attempt to control overpopulation, with mixed results.

I look at the politicians such as John Howard, Gordon Brown and Barack Obama. They are hard-working, honest and honorable. They are all criminals! They've stuck it in! They are automatically disqualified from rule! I want to address the real rulers which are certainly not the politicians. They're all in the bag of the billionaires that are CEOs of the multinationals. These are the real rulers. They prefer to remain anonymous. But, some have stepped into the spotlight and have become celebrities. I'll name Donald Trump, Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Rupert Murdoch, Sumner Redstone, Warren Buffet, Sam Walton (I use his Walmart!) and Oprah Winfrey. Bill Gates is such a nerd that he didn't even get married until late. A significant number in Hollywood are billionaires. I mean none of you billionaires any harm. And I am not going to confiscate your billions. But I have a question. When are you go to get enough? Between now and the time you die are you going to starve? I don't think so. So why do you continue to pile it up? There is something wrong with you! As Jesus said, 'It's easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.' In one translation, instead of camel the word is rope. Jesus made a Freudian slip here. Eye of the needle = cunt.

The world is precisely 180 degrees upside down - topsy turvy. Hell is an inverted world. As Joyce said, 'It's about to rolywholyover.' 'The last shall be first', as Jesus said. All the most vicious, selfish, greedy backstabbing devils (the billionaires) are on top and the few remaining decent people here in Hell are on the bottom. Adam Smith, the grand theorist of capitalism, said that everyone pursues their own selfish interest (in other words, be devils), and it all works out (the Invisible Hand). The only rule here is: Grab! Grab! Grab! Houses, boats, cars, for sure a woman, whatever you can get you hands on, whether you need it or not. And never stop, just keep grabbing! Quoting Mt 6:19 – 'Lay not up for yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal.' You aren't the slightest bit grateful for anything you have. All you say is: 'More! More! More!' And you don't have the slightest clue where it's all coming from. You don't care a fig that everything you buy that you don't need is helping to destroy my planet. The single most important and revealing verse from John of Patmos is Rev. 11:18 where the wrath will 'destroy them which destroy the earth.'

' Come and join the party, dress to kill
Won't you come and join the party, dress to kill
Dress to kill

It's an eminence front                                                 (The Who)
It's an eminence front, it's a put on, it's a put on'

I'm the Reaper!


' All our times have come
Here but now they're gone                (Blue Oyster Cult)
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are)
Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man
Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
Forty thousand men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet [die!])
Forty thousand men and women every day (Redefine happiness)
Another forty thousand coming every day (We can be like they are)'

'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe'. Rev 14:15

And with all this stuff, you're still miserable. It doesn't make you happy. It's an old, old story. Adam Smith said it all works by the Invisible Hand. Smith was blind as a bat! The Invisible Hand is the Whore of Babylon, nothing less! And all the billionaires are in service to the Whore of Babylon. They are her slaves, beholden to Mammon and the marketplace. In turn, the Whore serves Satan himself. As another famed economist, John Maynard Keynes, noted, "Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone."

I am not going to close the stock market, but what I am going to do will cause it to crash. The collapse of the Soviet states demonstrates that only capitalism delivers the goods, and it will still exist, but in modified form. Previously, I listed some examples of things we won't be making in the New Jerusalem. I will keep stock market open, but I will maintain a lengthy list of things we don't make anymore. We will make only about 10% of the things we presently make. Capitalism will still exist, but only in a limited arena. And the stock market will have fallen to nearly zero, so it won't be much of a market.

There will be no advertisements in the New Jerusalem. The very definition of an advertisement is to get you to buy something you don't need or want. It's selling refrigerators to Eskimos. In the New Jerusalem, we will take only what we need, and leave the rest. The way advertisers sell their goods is to use Sigmund Freud. Proof that Freud is correct, is that, by the Twenties, the industry listened to Freud. And from that point on, the industry has always used him with complete success. It is Marx's fetishism of commodities. And most advertising has always been oriented towards women. She has usually been the primary shopper in the household.

Let women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the 'stairway to heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on a woman's mind is to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (again, this is Marx's fetishism of commodities). She's a black hole – she sucks all these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious, the things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's all that's on her mind. She's building her nest. She doesn't really need or want any of this stuff. All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get what she really wants. She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led Zeppelin sang, ' with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of the dolls. Their every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask for they don't need. They enjoy grinding men down into the dust running them ragged getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is the male utopia, where women are handmaids. Do I support feminism? Not! I've never been PC - Politically Correct!

The West used to be patriarchal, but has long since ceased to be so. The Whore of Babylon reigns by default since we men have lost our patriarchy – the dolls call the shots here. You may have noticed that I have been addressing only the men here, as it should be. The Bible of course is patriarchal, starting in Genesis with who begat whom. I am 1000% patriarchal, and am going to reinstate patriarchy. All the freightliners on the highways, all the cargo ships at sea, and all the freight trains on their tracks all dance to the Whore of Babylon's (the doll's) tune.

So often these days, my good man, you have a woman boss. A woman tells you what to do. Question: Seed, seed, who's got the seed? Last time I checked you do. How far is she going to get without a seed? Nowhere! How come a woman is telling a man what to do? We have women combat jet pilots here! Totally absurd! Who is really sane, and who is really mad here?

I can be rightly accused of being a misogynist here, but I don't hate women. And I'm against both physical and psychological abuse. But my mission is to hypnotize and put all the women to sleep under my spell. The band Aqualung informs us in 'Strange And Beautiful (I'll Put A Spell On You)':

I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.

To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you
.

Another question: Why must any virgin have to work? If no one at all had stuck it in, not even once, there would be nobody here, and nothing you see would be here. As Joyce points out in the WAKE, 'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch. Which every lad and lass in the lane knows.' Again Joyce, 'It's as semper as oxhouse humper!'

' Everybody knows the secret (I gotta secret –I'm a virgin!)
Oh, everybody knows the score, yeah, yeah
I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord'                                 (Blind Faith)

' And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?'      (putting it in!)      (Talking Heads)

' We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale'
                                            (Procul Harum)

(Crowd clamors to see her, the real star of the show, as my bawdy namesake from Chaucer grosses her out and freezes her into a stone statue.)

It's a phantom empire! We have become another Atlantis - a Lost Contintent! It was all built on a bed of sand. Gene Autry played the Space Cowboy in 'The Phantom Empire' serial from 1935. I'm the real Space Cowboy! Remember it was at the height of the Depression. It seemed in those desperate days that Hollywood's prophecy of all the superscience would never come to pass. It did come to pass with all the amazing scientific marvels we have now. But it all came at a fatal price. There's the devil to pay. We have to pay the piper - a fairy collect. It was all a fairy show that Hollywood put on for us - a fairy trap. For at the end of the serial, the advanced technological civilization literally melts before Gene's eyes. Hollywood made a spot on prophecy of the price we are going to pay for our service to Satan! In terms of the Christian three story universe, the fairy world of superscience can slide the aboveground world into Hell.

Clint Eastwood was another Space Cowboy in 'High Plains Drifter' where he circumscribed a forbidden zone by having the folk paint the town red to mark it, a colloquial phrase for a 'crazy' thing to do.

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Precisely as in Sodom, the legal system is upside down. Obvious murderers and heinous criminals go scot free, and minor offenders get stiff sentences. Miscarriages of justice are rampant. Day and night on TV lawyers advertise to take you're case, Everyone sues everyone, just as in Sodom. I'm going to completely overhaul the legal system.

Tax Reform
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No one on the planet understands the tax code. I'm going to switch to a Fair Tax with no more tax forms at all.

The Illegal Aliens
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I'm going to interrupt the discussion to get a piece of business started this evening. Uncle Sam has gone senile, and can't even maintain the integrity of the borders, the most elementary function of a state. As of this moment, the INS is strictly an enforcement agency. I nominate Pat Buchanan to be it's head, if he will accept. There will be zero immigration until further notice. The Constitutional provision (the 14th Amendment) that children born to non citizens in the U.S are citizens is suspended. At places where illegals sneak in, we are going to set up a several mile demilitarized zone, and lay down land mines. We'll also have agents patrolling by land and air. Any human beings in the DMZ, night or day, will be shot. And you will not receive a burial. Your bones will be left to bleach in the desert as vulture food.

The INS is tasked with coming up with all the information on who is legal. This will take no doubt several months, since as a Federal agency, they typically don't know their ass from a hole in the ground.

I should know, since I worked until my retirement as a Washington, D.C. Fed. I deliberately chose that work, because it's excellent work for slackers. With a Master's degree in Physics, I had a literal offer to be a rocket scientist - to work at Kennedy Space Center for NASA. But I chose an easier job. That was a front for my real separate full time job – becoming God, which is unbelievably hard and all consuming. I deliberately chose slacker work while I was developing my powers. Just like Clark Kent and all the superheroes, I had a secret, dual identity. Like them, I have superpowers, and my superpowers are real! I'm a superhero! I need to have my costume designed. On second thought I'll just wear Superman's. Actually, you'll always see me in casual clothes. In my secret identity, I was a mad scientist in addition to my real life role as an actual scientist, on the rocky road to becoming God (it's hard to be a god).

Back to the illegals: Every illegal alien tomorrow morning will put a for sale sign on their house, car, etc. You can also transport your goods with you to your home country. When you get your cash, head for the border. If you don't have transportation, we'll organize transports. Since all the illegals will be putting their assets up for sale at the same time, many will be taken advantage of. I realize you'll only get pennies on the dollar. We'll commission ships for those from overseas. I will not negotiate with your home countries nor pay a bribe for them to accept you back. I am not being racist. You have to go for two reasons. 1. We don't have time to assimilate you, we've got too many other problems on the plate right now. 2. We need those jobs. Jobs are shortly going to be nearly impossible to find. Plenty of people will be happy for any job they can get. All illegals are felons, after all. If you're illegal, and you don't leave, once the INS has the information, it will make repeated sweeps of all neighborhoods. If you wait till you're picked up, you won't be able to cash out your assets, and Uncle Sam takes your house, etc. Illegals picked up in the sweeps will get one hearing before a judge to prove they are legal. If the judge rules against you, you will be shot. As of this moment, no illegals will attend any school in this country. You will receive no hospital services unless you pay for them. If your home country won't admit you, we'll park you on the border of your country in tent cities until someone does take you.

All Aboard My Time Machine!
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Dig my Emperor's New Groove!
When I sing and dance, it mostly comes across as the pathetic mumbles of Frankenstein's monster (mad gibbering) in 'Young Frankenstein' when he attempted to sing ' Putting on the Ritz', rather than suave crooning. He spoke in a squealing, dumbfounded, mute speech. But here goes!:

'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- 'Let's Do the Time Warp Again'


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'It's astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

It's so dreamy
Oh, fantasy free me
So you can't see me
No, not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well secluded, I see all

With a bit of a mind flip
You're into the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You're spaced out on sensation
Like you're under sedation

Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'

I, God, am an inventor. I am all the time constructing new devices. Here in my hands is an example - my very latest, improved model Weird Radio. See the dials where I tune it in (holding up my invisible weird radio, tuning the dial). Again you may go, 'Lord, you're shucking me! You are holding nothing in your hand!' I reply that I can see and tune my radio just fine. I said I was going to go Castro one better. I have constructed a time machine. – my latest and best device. Everyone on the planet is going to get aboard my train I have constructed, no exceptions, starting with the next session. I'm the conductor, and you will be sealed cargo. It's going to be a rough and rocky passage, but I'm charged with keeping it as painless as possible. The main thing is to keep your wits about you, do what I say, and many, if not all, will get out of this alive.

My time machine does not travel in geographic space. It travels only in time. It only goes one direction in time - backwards. As the titles of the movies say, we're going 'Back to the Future', 'Somewhere in Time'. I'm going to roll the clock planetwide back to approximately 1900 - very slowly and carefully. My time machine will plunge the entire planet into a deep spell. If we go too fast, we'll loose more people than otherwise on the way. We're facing the most extreme emergency my poor battered planet has ever faced. I've got billions of you devils in service to Satan, and under his orders you've almost succeeded in destroying my planet. Every word from the lips of Satan you hop right to. 'The damned don't cry.' You don't question Satan. The Bible said you must obey every word, every spermatic word, from the mouth of the Lord. My mouth. You don't. I don't get no respect.

I'm going to do what Jesus Christ and Karl Marx was going to do. Jesus, Marx and all the Old Testament prophets were all renegade Jews. I like renegade Jews. They always come up with interesting messianic ideas. Barack Obama style socialism and genuine communism are poles apart. Both take over the private sector including health care, etc. But the objective of communism is the 'withering away of the state.' - to end global multinationalism and to dissolve all state organizations.

I'm going to do what Jesus and Marx were going to do. We are going to go off and be mostly native, mostly barbarian, stupid idiots like we always are. You say that this was not in your plans, no thank you. You've got your three piece suit and your townhouse. You're not eager to put on a loincloth. We must head in that direction for the sake of the survival of my planet. We're going to have to have a low footprint on the ground. Marx complained of the 'idiocy of rural life'. But I'm leading you to John Denver's:

' Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads'

' When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man
You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road      (Dorothy's Utopia of the Dolls)
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough
Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road

What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground
'
                                            (Elton John)

' Everybody's building ships and boats
Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy


Come all without, come all within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn'                                             (Bob Dylan)

' Bodhisattva (also called Buddha)
I'm gonna sell my house in town
Bodhisattva
I'm gonna sell my house in town
And I'll be there
To shine in your Japan
To sparkle in your China
Yes I'll be there
Bodhisattva'                                            (Steely Dan)

In the Deep South, they're clockstoppers:

' Summertime and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine
Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin                                            (Oedipal Son of a Gun and SOB)
So hush little baby, dont you cry

One of these mornings
You're goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky

But till that morning
Theres a nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by'

' L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving a life he's come to know, ooh
He said he's going back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago

He's leaving
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
Said he's going back
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
I'll be with him
On that midnight train to Georgia
I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine
'                                            (Roberta Flack)


' Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere beyond the sea, he’s there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I’d go sailing.
It’s far beyond a star, it’s near beyond the moon.
I know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon.'

Twinkle Town
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Nothing good ever has come from Hollywood. Everything has been a deadly poison putting us ever deeper in Hell. The movies had unsavory origins. Their origin was traveling carnivals and vaudeville shows. Movies were severely frowned on in the early days of the industry. The people behind them have always been sleazy, low lifes. They amount to dead fairies as a group, although, you can't say that about any particular individual. It takes one to know one. I'm a dead fairy also. And I see what Twinkle Town (or, Tinsel Town) really amounts to. Don't ever sit down at a poker table where opposite you are fairies. You need to know that if you lose, they'll not only take the shirt off your back, but they are going to kill you. You are betting your life. And you also need to know that they always hold the high cards before you sit down at the table. When you lay your hand on the table, they always slap down a better hand. The moral is that children shouldn't play with dead things. The wares Twinkle Town sells are all deadly fairy poison. Joyce says, 'swishingsight teilweisioned' . (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular TV broadcasts).

What you see on the TV is what I, God, have always been able to see without the need for a TV screen – I am all-seeing in my omniscience. And once TV lets you see what I see, it will turn you into a Fool like me also – TV gives you a god's eye view like me. It's a boob tube. It will warp and rot your brain and turn you to stone, the condition I've been in from birth. There's an obscure film from the early days of TV – 'Meet Mr. Lucifer' (1953). The message of the title and the storyline is that everything on the TV is straight from Hell, and if you participate in any of it, you'll become a devil. Everything you see on TV - all the people -everything - is a broadcast straight from Hell. TV is the devil's picturebook. It is mind destroying infantile garbage and filth. I must shut it all down to put all the women to sleep!

' When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It’s a wonder I can think at all
And though my lack of education
Hasn’t hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall

Kodachrome                                            (TV as omniscient – God's eye view)
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the world’s a sunny day
, oh yeah
I got a nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t take my kodachrome away

If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know they’d never match
My sweet imagination

And everything looks worse in black and white                                             (Paul Simon)

If you study Hollywood carefully over the years, as I have, you can't avoid the conclusion that the engine that has run Hollywood from the start is porn - all these beautiful dolls that as a group make up the Whore of Babylon. Most of you are offended by porn and avoid it, but that has always been the secret motive power of Hollywood, and this is what has kept our eyes glued to the screen all this time. Porn is Space Fucking, as in 'Weird Science' (1985), where horny computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock.), which we're in fact doing with our TVs.

'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by Horny Nerds (Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection).

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This stuff's designed to drive you mad (welcome to the club)! This stuff'll kill ya! Instead of buying ever newer large screen TVs to pick up all the sexy details, you should of chucked your sets out the window!

' He blew his mind out in a car.
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared,
They'd seen his face before.
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.'
                                           (Beatles)

Television is the tool that amplified the strength of my Invisible Fairy Rain. I do my Fairy Bowling with the dolls I see on TV. I see them and launch my cum cruise missiles, my slime bullets, at them. Rock star Pat Benatar stands on stage in a sexy costume and sings,

' Hit me with your best shot!
Why don't you hit me with your best shot?
Fire away!'

She's asking for it, and I happily oblige! When I set off my thermonuclear bombs, I'm blasting the planet back to the Stone Age to usher in the next aeon. 'Murder by Television', a movie from the Thirties before production of TV's actually began, prophesied what I was going to do. Haven't you noticed that practically the only women you see on TV are dolls? We've got millions of dolls now arriving, coming in increasing numbers! They're here with the aid of TV! TV is their magic Witches' Mirror!

Through the looking glass of the TV is a Candy Store of dolls, the strictly forbidden Isle of the Blessed! It's a Dollhouse! You want to reach out and grab 'em! Schuchard notes the Jewish Kabbalists taught that a 'telepathic' sexual relation without physical contact was possible between male and female fantasizers. ' This monkey gone to Heaven.' TV has made us all into sexual perverts – voyeurs. You can look but you can't touch! But I was able to step into the screen to set off my timebomb! Timebombs are prominent plot devices in many action movies, practice because Hollywood had in advance set itself up to self destruct!

' Step right up and don't be shy,
because you will not believe your eyes.
She's right here behind the glass      (the TV screen)
and you're gonna like her,
'cause she's got class.
You can look inside another world.
You get to talk to a pretty girl.
She's everything you dream about...
but don't fall in love...
She's a beauty ---
one in a million girls,
she's a beauty.
Why would I lie?.

Why would I lie?
You can say anything you like,
but you can't touch the merchandise.                                            (The Tubes)

For the TV stage show:

' Say, it’s only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Yes, it’s only a canvas sky hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Without your love, it’s a honky-tonk parade.
Without your love, it’s a melody played in a penny arcade.
It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed…….if you believed…..
If you.. be..lieved.. in.. me.'

For the benefit of Harry Potter wannabes, this is not the 'Coast to Coast AM' radio version. Wizards are 'sensitive'- able to commune with the 'dead' as vessels of the Collective Unconscious, the Weird Radio, and can become professionals through our abilities. Symptoms of the mad, such as hallucinations and hearing voices merely means we are directly tapped into this Collective Unconscious. As in the film 'The Signal', receivers of this Weird Radio may go criminally insane. It is painful, deadly, poisonous and contagious. The film 'The Last Airbender' depicts such a Chosen One, a boy (really meaning a fairy – a boy in the body of a man) with this power to emit and receive. He can bend the 'air', in other words, curve space and warp time. He is the lone human who can harness the powers of each element to restore balance to the ravaged world. Like the Hanged Man Tarot card and Jesus and I, the rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us off. Repeating what I said earlier, you legitimately may go, 'Let's take this sucker out!'


The Last Airbender - Orgone
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The 'smoky' mist is being emitted by the 'boy' from his mountaintop cavern. Unconsciously this signifies the slime he is spewing from his Fire Hose planetwide!

The Last Airbender Pie Fight!
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'The rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us off.' The warships are lobbing flaming shells (unconscously slime) to stop the boy spewing. It's a paintball(slimeball) pie fight!

We shamans are technicians of the sacred who can control and manipulate the spirit world and receive manifestations (conjuring the 'dead'). Analogies of this insubstantial spirit world are such as mirror images, reflections in the water, shadows or dream images. Techniques to reach that Otherworld include scrying or crystal gazing and channeling, used to enter an ecstatic trance to make contact. Through TV by social engineering and billions of dollars, Satan mimics that world. The uncut version of 'The Devil's Rain' has a globe (crystal ball = TV) containing the tormented damned which is consigned to a 'bottomless pit' as in Revelation, prophesying the fate of TV sets and TV broadcasts, all set in advance to self-destruct.

I have said you've met your maker, but it actually goes back and forth. Did I make you, or did you make me - out of your unconscious? I am the Id monster that you made with the aid of Hollywood out of your unconscious, again, the Beast slouching towards Bethlehem. Hollywood had a big part in making me, as indicated in the film 'Making Mr. Right'. And I'm a quick study. All through this session, I've referred to various movies and songs. I'm the only person who knows what each movie actually means – far different from what each one supposedly means. Hollywood in fact had two mandates. The first was the easy part - to put us in Hell, The second part was to create me, someone who can lay Satan down. For Hollywood deliberately was charged with temporarily driving the whole world mad (Mass Psychosis), so that I singlehandedly, a raving madman and the Last Man on Earth, the Lone Ranger, Suspect Zero, would be the only sane person left on the planet able as King of the World to rolywholyover this topsy turvy inverted world of Hell!

I came here to deliberately shoot ourselves in the foot. I'm going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg. Specifically, Hollywood is out of business shortly. James Joyce in the WAKE instructed us to 'Roll away the reel world!' (spelling r-e-e-l). As Joyce says, 'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.' The Hollywood fairies have put us in a fairy world, one that will not withstand the scrutiny of the light of day. In particular, at a date that I'll set all worlwide all entertainment production will cease. Movie screens will go dark planetwide. Radio and TV broadcasts will cease. Keep your existing dvds, etc., including porn. It's just that there won't be any new ones coming out. You have tens of thousands of titles to look at and trade with others. Hollywood was out of ideas by the Seventies, and since then it has all just been recycled anyway. Once all screens go dark, the dolls will all vanish! They'll literally melt down and disappear exactly like that other witch - the Wicked Witch of Oz! Once their magic Witch's Mirror (TV) goes dark, they'll turn back into plain women.

The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation)
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'And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved.'

Think about the implications of no Hollywood. The more you think about the dimensions of it, the more you will realize that it will lead to a worldwide economic collapse. For starters, the millions in entertainment production and in broadcasting are out on the streets. I say to the millionaire movie stars: You've made your ill gotten gains. Take the money and run! Movie stars get paid those millions for simply reading what someone else has wrote. It's the biggest scam going.

We have to go through this collapse to lay Satan down. The collapse will be more severe than the Thirties Depression. In that earlier Depression, our granddaddies hopped a boxcar and rode to the end of the line. They should have stayed right there. This time we are not going to recover from it. As I say, instead we are going backward in time, and eventually going mostly native. There will be practically no jobs to be had. No job means no mortgage payments and evictions. We may not even have any currency, depending on how bad it gets. The central banks may not be able to prop up the dollar. Just like the Thirties we'll have millions upon millions on the streets. It's back to breadlines and soup kitchens. After we go through what's coming up, we will make certain that Satan is never loosed again, as I've said. Get your affairs in order!

I'm making a lot of changes. The U.S. will cease foreign aid to any country. The U.S. will no longer be the policeman of the world. We will in the future rarely intervene, if at all, in any foreign conflicts. With Uncle Sam belly up, we'll likely go hat in hand to other nations for handouts, although they will likely be broke also.

To the Heads of State in the Far East
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We in the West are shortly going to sign off. Don't conclude that it is now your turn to advance. You must close up shop now also. Specifically, you must all shut down the entertainment industry when we in the West do. The spectre of billions of Chinese driving cars is terrible to contemplate. In China, you need to set the clock back to 1900 with its Imperial Court and the warlords. I will be starting no wars, but rest assured, if we're attacked by anyone, such as China, we will defend ourselves fiercely. If we must have Armageddon, so be it. At least, if it does happen, it will have the benefit of reducing the population.

SCIENCE
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Satan was deliberately released for his season around a thousand years ago, mainly so we could get all this amazing, knock your socks off science, technology, medicine and engineering. Because you are such faithful servants of Satan, that fact was used to trick you into producing the moonshot and the rest of it. The main objective was to get Armstrong's moon walk. This cycle coming to an end could have just as well been closed right then. If we had closed down in 1969, what we have to go through ahead would have been much easier. That is because all through the decades since we have been progressively descending deeper into Hell under the influence of Twinkle Town.

There are inexhaustible ways to characterize Jesus, but the first way I would characterize him is as a stone age man – a cave man. The simple craftsman life in Galilee was too complex for him. More specifically he was a Stone Age Siberian style shaman. But secondly, he was a rocket man. The only objective of the gods has always been to get to the stars. We created you solely for this purpose. You are here only as tools to accomplish this. All we needed for this cycle now ending was proof of principle that we can one day get off the planet when the time comes (the moonshot). When we do get there, we will not be dominating, exploiting or colonizing other worlds. Instead, we will exploring and discovering. We will join forces with the others who are waiting for us and combine technologies for our mutual benefit. Billions of years ahead, we will be in many different forms, unrecognizable. Ultimately, we will be Masters of the Universe - our ultimate destiny.

The paradox is that, in order to get to the stars, we have to temporarily forget about it and go off to the New Jerusalem instead. I have the planet under quarantine. You've almost destroyed this planet, and I will certainly not let you do the same thing elsewhere. In the meantime, we have to keep this planet in good enough shape so that we can get by until we are ready to leave the planet. In the New Jerusalem, I'll be working on your heart – getting some of that selfishness and greed out of you. I, God, have never succeeded with your heart in spite of many tries. But someday you come to me and say 'Lord. Is it time?' And I'll say 'yes it is time – I've got your heart in pretty good shape finally.' Then we'll get busy and build fleets, not just one, of starships. Right now it seems nearly impossible to build just one. But when the time comes, it'll be fairly easy. Then, we're off!

With the economic collapse, Uncle Sam will likely be nearly bankrupt. That means no grant or contract money for science. Which means no research. If you have your own funding, research away! In particular, theoretical physicists, you don't need much funding. All you need is blackboard, chalk, pen and paper and some computers. You can continue your work even through all the problems we'll be going through. I have a special assignment for you. I need quantum gravity. You are tantalizingly close to getting it. If you don't get it before this cycle closes, it is going to be a long time before we have this much brainpower assembled on the planet again. Once we have it, we will know how to build the starship drives. Get busy!

On a closely related subject, my own two cents. Physicists have found the Dark Energy. You should consider the possibility of an ether. Einstein disproved an electromagnetic ether, but Einstein said all has life that there still might be an ether. Einstein's cosmological constant is nonzero, implying the ether. The Reichian Cosmic Orgone that will bathe us all permanently in slime once I open Heaven's floodgates to rain men is the counterpart of the ether. Plus, add the latest, the dark flow, the astronomical data implying the entire universe is being pulled into another one!

Conclusion
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This concludes this session. I have two homework assignments. MTV, voluntarily discontinue your current programming and instead run in a loop the list of music videos from the first years of MTV, which is found only in the print version of my 1986 book. Those were before the days of closed captioning, so scroll in large letters on the bottom of the screen the lyrics, which is what's important. By 1986, MTV self-destructed and Hollywood's show was over. While I'm thinking about it, add two videos from Kate Bush that I didn't list. The first is 'Cloudbusting' showing Wilhelm Reich's rainmaking machine, me being a rainmaker. His machine was nothing but twisted tubes with no power supply of any kind. Reich was a Space Gunner!

Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video- Reich's Space Gun!

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Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior Image of Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!)

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The rain was Fairy Rain (Mass Psychosis), not water. By the way, Reich's writings are an incoherent jumble. This is not surprising, since he was mad. But his life was interesting. Freud kicked him out of the International Psychoanalytical Association when he became a member of the Communist Party. He was then kicked out of the Communist party because of his views on sexual freedom. By the Thirties, he was paranoid schizophrenic (probably infected by one of his mad patients). By the Fifties, Reich had deteriorated with his madness. He was seeing saucers and cloudbusting. Finally, the Men in Black (the federal FDA) threw him in jail, where died of a heart attack. Reich's Orgone (he meant Mass Psychosis) was considered crackpot. Add also Bush's video 'Experiment IV', where the madman blew all the psychiatrists of his asylum to smithereens with no visible weapons.

Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4' Video - Madman Raptures Out his Psychiatrists!

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Again, that's me - mad, drooling, infectious, deadly and a sex crazed madman!! I'm the Crazy Spaceman (the B.E.M. or bug-eyed monster) abducting the doll seen often on lurid, cliche sci-fi and horror movie posters – the tale of Beauty and the Beast.

Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me)(drool = slime I spew!)

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'If the Earth dies, you die. But if you die, the Earth survives.' Thus sprach Klaatu (Kenau Reeves) in the dull 2008 remake of THE DAY THE EARTH STOOD STILL. His voice is that of a mechanical man (robot). My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions of you devils (all of whom were once human beings)! We Space Aliens/Madmen typically speak in such a monotone to mimic the way we hear the secret messages (the gibbering of the mad - racing thoughts) that we forward when we receive them on the Collective Unconscious, crackling, buzzing and humming. The song 'Radar Love' conveys these messages. Their band name 'Golden Earring' means the ringing in your ears (or Led Zeppelin's humming in your head, or wave in the air). 'Sane' people can't seem to hear it very well.

Secondly, in my correspondence with Brown prior to his 2002 death, it was clear his published works were the tip of an iceberg. I would like a curator to produce a collected papers of Norman O. Brown from the University of California at Santa Cruz, where they're housed in 71 boxes ((MS-35 - view at at Norman O. Brown). This includes all his articles and letters, in addition to his books. Many of the articles were printed in obscure, hard to obtain literary journals. My letters to him (1971-83) are in box 12, folder 38. Brown deposited the print copy of my book I sent him in the UC Santa Cruz library. He 'admitted' to me he put the sexual foremost. In 'Stairway to Heaven' ' there are two paths you can go by': sexual excess or abstinence. Either road can enlighten. In private life, Brown wasn't promiscuous at all. In this regard, Brown said in 1970, "Polymorphous perversity in the literal, physical sense is not the real issue. I don't like the suggestion that polymorphous perversity of the imagination is somehow second-best to literal polymorphous perversity." Combine Brown's (and my) infantile polymorphous perversity, narcissism and controlling temperament, and you see we're both fairies.

If you decide it's time to riot and loot, you're only going to make matters for yourself and everyone else. Don't do it! You're in the hands of the Lord now, and I'm here to serve. I here to help as many as possible you to make it through this.

It would alleviate the Tribulation we'll be going through if the TV networks would suspend regular programming and concentrate on the contents of this address. This can come in the form of news commentators, debates, economists' discussions, etc. Parenthetically, on the economy: the economy is a confidence game – Adam Smith's Invisible Hand. It's a a literal con game – a house of cards. That is, if you have confidence in it, it holds together and if you loose confidence in it, it falls apart. If tomorrow everyone panics, then my prophesied collapse will begin then rather than after my second address. If so, so be it.

The next address will be at an earlier hour since what I will say children can hear. In the future I will say nothing more about the topics I have discussed tonight. Although, if you let me know, I can ramble on about these topics for hours on end, and every bit of it will be new. I enjoy it. But I strongly suspect that after what you've heard this evening, you won't be eager to hear more. As a favor, I'll not subject you to more, unless you want me to. At my next address, I will set the date when the entertainment industry shuts down, with detailed directives with respect to that industry. Also, I'll issue my Muslim Edicts, with the objective of systematically, peacefully removing each and every Muslim out of the United States and urging every country outside the Middle East to do likewise. And, of course, (slowly) removing women from the workplace.

This concludes tonight's address. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, until next time.

APPENDIX: THE SECRET RAPTURE

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The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians generally is that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's not Biblical. Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend support. Paul was out of his depth and language resources. It is real as the corpses I laid out! The film 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' informs us: 'If the Earth dies, you die. But if you die, the Earth survives.' My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions! And I give the Secret Rapture it's proper name:

MASS PSYCHOSIS!
Brief excerpts from Margaret MacDonald’s 1830 Secret Rapture prophecy:

It was first the awful state of the land that was pressed upon me. I saw the blindness and infatuation of the people to be very great. I felt the cry of Liberty to be just the hiss of the serpent to drown them in perdition. It was just ‘no God’, ----

I saw the people of God in an awfully dangerous situation, surrounded by nets and entanglements, about to be tried, and many about to be deceived and fall. Now will THE WICKED be revealed, with all power and signs and lying wonders, so that if it were possible the very elect will be deceived.

'In the last days, perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves, covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy, Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away! For of this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.' 2 Timothy



Appendix:  From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME
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There two senses (at the very least) for Brown's title.
First, the approaching end of history and time.
'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'
'On the verge of closing time. --'
'It is later than you think.'
'Fieluhr? Filou! What age is at? It saon is late. What era's o'erring? Lang gong late. Faurore! Fearhouse! At last it past!'
'The thing that we dread has already happened. The thunder of the crash: -- The sense of an ending: Western Civilization is over.'

And secondly, 'Shut up shop, dappy. - And they all drank free.' It's up to us to insure that it's over.


Below are the citations that Brown in 1973 culled from Joyce's Wake (in quotes) and from Vico's New Science (labeled NS), and also some from Brown's earlier LOVE'S BODY (1966). Brown's comments are labeled NOB. Combining Joyce with Vico (an acknowledged influence on Joyce) would be, according to Joyce, a feat of: 'the book of doubledends Jined'. Brown entwined Joyce and Vico. Joyce uses the word salad of the mad (gibbering) and the slurred speech of the drunken. Finnegan is after all an Irish pub owner well acquainted with whiskey.




'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.'



'Array! Surrection!'



'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.'


'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.


'Loud, graciously hear us!'

'She, she she!  But on what do you again leer?  I am not leering. I pink your pardon.  
I am highly sheshe sheserious.'
'The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which would be still external, but with the identification of the city and kingdom with one's on body' (NOB)


'the body is a historical variable'. (NOB)

No more Greek revival (NOB)

'Lights, pageboy, lights!'


'waiting to stop the show, waiting to bring the house down.'

waiting for the new dawn (NOB)

'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to  rolywholyover.'


'tell Hell's well.'


'In the name of - - their holocaust, Allmen.'


'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch.  Which every lad and lass in the lane knows.'


'It's as semper as oxhousehumper!'


'Roll away the reel world, the reel world, the reel world!'


'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.'


'Finn, again!'


there were giants in the earth in those days - Genesis

-history begins with bestial giants (as in Finnegans Wake ) (NOB)


'The great fall of the oftwall entailed at such notice the pftjschute of Finnegan.'


The polis is polished

civilization is polite

is policed.  (NOB)



The delineaments of giants (NOB)

god-fearing giants, as opposed to the impious giants who continued the infamous communism of things and of women. (NS)

The entire original human race was divided into two species:
 the one of giants, the other men of normal stature; the former

gentiles,
 the latter Hebrews.  (NS)


Men first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.  (NS)

That's where it's at: decline.
The Decline of the West O. Spengler)



First the age of the gods, then the age of heroes, 

then the age of men.  The origin is sacred; the decline is secularization, process is profanation.  (NOB)


In all nations of the world the priests kept such doctrine secret even from their own plebs, whence indeed it was everywhere called secret doctrine, for sacred is as much as to say secret.  (NS)

 (NS)

These were at first impious men, who recognized no divinity; there were nefarious, since relations among them were not distinguished by marriages; and finally, not understanding society int the midst of this infamous promiscuity of things, they were alone like wild beasts, and hence weak and lastly miserable and unhappy because they were in want of all the goods that are needed to keep life safe. (NS)

These were at first impious men, who recognized no divinity; there were nefarious, since relations among them were not distinguished by marriages; and finally, not understanding society int the midst of this infamous promiscuity of things, they were alone like wild beasts, and hence weak and lastly miserable and unhappy because they were in want of all the goods that are needed to keep life safe.    (NS)


But if the peoples are rotting in that ultimate civil disease and cannot agree on a monarch from within, and are not conquered and preserved by better nations from without, then providence for their extreme ill has its extreme remedy at hand. For such peoples, like so many beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only of his own private interests and reached the extreme delicacy, of better of pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and last out at the slightest displeasure. Thus no matter how great the throng and press of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a deep solitude of spirit and will, scarcely any two being able to agree since each follows his own pleasure or caprice. By reason of all this, providence decrees that, through obstinate factions and desperate civil wars, they shall turn their cities into forests and the forests into dens and lairs of men. In this way, through long centuries of barbarism, rust will consume the misbegotten subtleties of malicious wits that have turned them into beasts made more inhuman by the barbarism of reflection than the first men had been made by the barbarism of sense. For the latter displayed a generous savagery, against which one could defend oneself or take flight or be on one's guard; but the former, with a base savagery, under soft words and embraces, plots against the life and fortunes of friends and intimates. Hence, peoples who have reached this point of premeditated malice, when they receive this last remedy and are stunned and brutalized, are sensible no longer of comforts, delicacies, pleasures and pomp, but only of the sheer necessities of life. (NS)

- only barbarians are capable of rejuvenating a world laboring under the death throes of an unnerved civilization (NOB)

only barbarians are simple-minded enough to recognize the gods                                            (NOB)

The world's great age begins anew

The golden years return  --

A return to the first beginning

the return of the gods

the Second Coming.  (NOB)



In the jungle of the cities, the new barbarism.


It is later than you think.  (NOB)


Civilization is an altar, on which a sacrifice is being made.     
Human sacrifice.     (NOB)



'On the verge of closing time.'Thatll beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess!' 

 
'Shut up shop, dappy.  -  And they all drank free.'



'during this swishingsight teilweisioned (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular TV broadcasts)'



'- the worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world for pure mousefarm filth.'



'Kish is for anticheirst,

and the free of my hand to him!'


the swan song of dying civilizations    (NOB)


'The poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at.'


'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'

Is the proletariat the sober reality of the human condition – the necessity of labor - to be disclosed after the show is over, after the farce has ended. (NOB)


Finnegan Beginnagain

we are back again

before the Birth of Tragedy

before the Gods of Greece


something more elemental.  (NOB)



'pawses'



'It darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world.'



'Not Pater Noster but Panther monster.'

When the leopards break into the temple and drink the wine from the sacred chalice. The hour of the beast, or the barbarian - and they all drank free (NOB)


'The wild man from Borneholm has jest come to crown.'



Waiting for the return of the gods

witnessing the return of babarism

the new barbarians (NOB)



returning to primitive simplicity of the first world of peoples    (NS)



the simplicity to be acquired                 (NOB)

For a long period of time the impious races of the children of Noah, having lapsed into a state of bestiality, went wandering like wild beasts until they were scattered and dispersed through the great forest of the earth; and with their bestial education giants had sprung up and existed among them at the time when the heavens thundered for the first time after the flood.    (NS)



restraining also their bestial lust from finding its satisfaction in the sight of heaven, of which they had mortal terror.  So it came about that each of them would drag one woman into his cave and keep her there in  perpetual company for the duration of their lives.    (NS)



The origin of civilization, thunder; the origin of civilization, madness  (NOB)



They were out of their minds  


-- Man is maniac  (NOB) - (MASS PSYCHOSIS is the gibbering of the mad - thunder at the Tower of Babel)

Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer: Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel. The thunder is God stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk.           (NOB)

'There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief – Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by Norman O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.'

Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret place.'

The while we, we are waiting. we are waiting for. Hymn.


A man doesn't have to work (NOB)

The solution to the problem of identity:
 Get lost. (NOB)


The gods return in thunder. FINNEGAN'S WAKE is thunder (NOB)

What the thunder said 'dumbfounding
wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder.
Well, all be dumbed!' (NOB)

There is an era in which the god himself assists the universe on its way and helps it in its rotation. There is also an era in which he releases his control. Thereupon it begins to revolve in a contrary direction under its own impulse. At last, this cosmic era draws to its close, disorder comes to a head. The few good things the universe produces are polluted with so great a taint of evil that it hovers on the very brink of destruction, both it and the creatures in it. Therefore at that very moment the god who first set it in order looks down upon on it again. Beholding it in trouble, and anxious lest racked by storms and confusion it suffer in dissolution, he takes control of the helm once more. - Plato                                            (NOB)

a cyclical view of history
a cycle of world ages
as in the mystical tradition, the occult tradition
The 'New Science' is the 'Secret Doctrine' (Blavatsky)
Vico is an Orphic Voice                                                                                       (NOB)

Ritual clowns in primitive religion violate taboos and thereby acquire magical power. 'You shall regard nothing as sacred.' Other traits of ritual clowns are 'reverse behavior' and 'backward speech.' Clowns say the opposite of what they mean. Like a crazy fellow. Speaking a strange language. As in 'Finnegan's Wake.'      (NOB)

The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus.                                                      (NOB)

'We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh - The woods are fond always. As were we their babes in. And robins in crews so'.

'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'.

'between explosion and reexplosion (Donnaurwatteur! Hunderthunder!)'

The Ginnungagap: the name given in the Icelandic Eddas to the interval of timeless formlessness between world aeons.                                            (NOB)

'Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between antediluvious and annadominant'

'the hoax that joke bilked.'

'The jest of junk the jungular?'

'Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.'

'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.'

Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere                                            (NOB)

'Lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake'

Appendix: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven'
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Lyrics to the best rock song of all time from Led Zeppelin:

"Stairway To Heaven"

There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold
And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west,
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying the stairway to heaven.


Repeating my earlier comments and adding new ones: Let women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the 'Stairway to Heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song. That is, the only thing really on a woman's mind is to get a man and get a seed. She buys all the fashionable clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (this is Marx's fetishism of commodities). She's a black hole – she sucks all these things in like a vacuum cleaner. In a woman's unconscious, the things she piles up from the store are seeds. That's all that's on her mind. She's building her nest. She doesn't really need or want any of this stuff. All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get what she really wants. She didn't need to buy any of it. As Led Zeppelin sang, ' with a word she can get what she came for.' We're in the utopia of the dolls. Their every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask for they don't need. They enjoy grinding men down into the dust running them ragged getting them this and that. The New Jerusalem is the male utopia, where women are handmaids.

Backward masking or other techniques are unnecessary to get at these lyrics. Their meaning is clear. The film 'White Noise' was about the supposed subliminal secret messages on TV, communing with the 'dead' (contacting//invoking/conjuring up the spirits), but the messages are right in your face. These are EVPs – Electronic Voice Phenomena. Incantation, casting a magical spell upon the dolls (hexing them), has the root chant as does the word enchant. It is singing incoherent gibberish into her ear, sweet nothings. The words of witch's spells are recited backwards and are unintelligible gibberish to the conscious mind but for their effectiveness instead go directly to the unconscious, which is much faster and more knowledgeable than the rational faculty. In imitation, Buddhist monks emit a humming, buzzing ommmm monotone, called a mantra. Vibrating electric guitar fuzz tones emit that signal, which is the secret of rock's popularity, the famous Wall of Sound. 'Music hath harms (enchantment) to soothe (pacify) the savage beast = the dolls – the Whore of Babylon'. Joyce chimes in, 'The while we are waiting for - - . Hymn.' Hymn becomes Hmmmm - -, the buzzing monotone chant, where 'chimes' is the ringing in your ears.


' There's a sign on the wall.' Indeed! The band's name – Led Zeppelin – as in sink like a lead balloon - and Led -as in led into the ditch by me! For I'm the Pied Piper! We ghosts emit the soundless, but weird, creepy moan and eerie whine that we receive off the Collective Unconscious. I'm the Whispering Ghost or the Whistler sending the humming Idiot Wind in your head (Mass Psychosis) to remove the dolls and rapture out billions!

' And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow,
don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
- - Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind'.


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Interesting Portrait of Norman O. Brown
Greenham dust cover of Brown impish smile. Brown here is a narcissistic fairy decked out in a regal costume complete with self appropriated medals rising from his coffin (resurrection of the 'dead')! As Brown reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and rising of the member. Presumably he wasn't planning instead a surprise with a literal resurrection after his death in 2002! He would have shown up again, by now! The photo is eminently fitting in view of Greenham's book title.
(I commented to David Greenham that, 'I haven't read his book, because as an academic tome it's too expensive! Gotta love the dust jacket photo, costume and all! I was very unaware when I corresponded with Brown from 1973 through 1986 that Brown grew up in England. This fact changes my perspective on his work. Many aspects suddenly make sense in hindsight'.)


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(I think the numerous points of contact between my book and this one is an uncanny example of the occult which Gunn is so skeptical of!)
I commented to Joshua Gunn: 'I find many points of contact with your 'Modern Occult Rhetoric' and my site. I'll list in no particular order some of them:
Your first four paragraphs you rightly labeled 'earth shattering' and a 'ruse'. Based on your thoughts, I put down a few tentative ideas (key in Spinoza and Deleuze on your browser search/find). Yes, 'Anti-Oedipus' is not straightforward , and I don't list it in my Bib.
You distinguish occult rhetoric and occultic rhetoric, with your saying psychoanalysis is an example of the latter. I contend that my stuff is occult, not occultic. You may think I intended to employ irony and that it is occultic, but quoting my first page, 'You think I'm kidding, but I'm not.' You will see there that rhetoric is front and center. I use phrases that I call related: whistling, horse whispering, Mumbo Jumbo, the gibbering of the mad.
And Joyce, who you refer to, in the 'Wake' was also all about rhetoric. The Joyce of the 'Wake' is my major focus.
Mass media is your major concern as is mine. I mention the work of the Franfurt School, as you do in this area. One of my topics is the 'Stairway to Heaven' lyrics. I don't have to use backward masking or the Left Hand Path to get at it's meaning.
Speaking of the Left Hand Path, I was pleased to see the Fool on the dust jacket. I picture the same Rider-Waite Tarot card on my site and discuss it. I talk about the Fool's yapping cur with which you end the book.')

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Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture

' Some bright morning when this life is over
I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away

I'll fly away oh glory
I'll fly away (in the morning)
When I die hallelujah by and by (die means the 'Living Dead')
I'll fly away

' On the resurrection morning
When all the dead in Christ shall rise

I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life

What a hallelujah morning when the last trump
of God shall sound

I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord,
I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around


What a hallelujah morning when the
last trump of God shall sound
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord,
I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life'                      'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have a New Life)'

' Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong

Could carry us today'                                           (Crowded House)



The Real Secret Rapture!

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