sitting around the last few weeks imagining story lines for a new novel. Amazing how a thought can obsess me for weeks, months... years (off and on, you know). This is the tale I want to tell about people caught in a micro world, who are effected by macro events. The micro for me is the character driven story that I want to write. . In the macro, the characters are two reincarnated souls, who have been picked out by a secret order of monks, and raised, along with a group of others, quietly in a small town setting, where they were placed with parents, and basically raised under deep cover. An isolated town in the woods of Northern Michigan with a couple thousand people.
The story starts with their order being attacked. Men in black. These two are taken by the monks and elaborately escape. The others stay behind, they realize in the end, merely as a diversion to make sure they escape.
The two are men, in their late twenties, unrelated. Neither has been told what soul the monks found in their flesh. They would have been told at the end of their education at 33.
They go into hiding... lasts for years... then one day, of course, of course.... one of them notices they are bugged.... then strange men in black suv's... at first they are afraid, but then they realize these people must someone be almost their benefactors, or security -- because, again, years pass and nothing changes.
When these soldiers do come to them, they explain that the monks were killed off by a satanic faction sent by satan to stop them from rehabilitating and sabotaging souls he considered his own, to send upside as serial killers etc... The monks believed the end times had come, and one of two, who I have not named yet, call them frank and rob. anyways, they think Rob is Iesus and that means this is the end time. Jesus has lived many lives but they could tell this time he was going to end up being jesus again, fullfilling the prophesy. So they expected to be attacked, because what else could the satanists do except try to stop him> They planned long before to let themselves all die to ensure his escape, and considered this an honor, and assurance that all of the children in their care would make it to heaven.
I want to make the feel of the prose very paranoid but also very probable. The characters will have a difficult time accepting these lives. And spend a lot of time wondering just what the hell is up in the world.
Time comes that the news begins flashing that some kind of horrible event in the Soviet Union has caused them to actually nuke a few of their own cities, telling the world they believe they have been invaded by aliens, which is at first thought to be a cover story or hiting off some rebels, but then slowly becomes clear to the world that two forces are battling, seemingly made up of creatures of lightening and fire.
The war converges on their town. The two watch it play out on the news.
Then the end... of the war in the heavens. Now, this is where I am not sure where I am going to go. I play it out different ways and nothing seems to work. I can hear the two main characters having conversations, and trying to deal with the death and question marks and their own destiny as men who cannot just go live a life of making a few bucks and procreating.
I have written so much about Christ lately that I sort of want to use a different character but I still have so much more to say... a quandry.
I suppose I could write a different christ for each and every book I put out. Symbolically, this is what some people do of course, of course...
I now see the end with this huge battle between satans angels... and God.s Jesus of course will end up being the deciding factor in this scenario. Maybe he steps into the battle by remembering a dream he had, and making it real... something he has never even considered he could do, then does... a complete surprise... he lets lightening flow from his back and lava from his chest... destroys the planet in his rage. this action then frees them all from the trap of having to reincarnate again and again... he finds he has such great powers that he creates ghosts for all of the animals who have ever lived, and begins leading a great procession through space to the face of god...
Gonzo journalism and fiction is a tricky mix.... Welcome to my razor's edge.
HELLO THERE...
I am an elf in the attic making mind toys with sharp edges; an educated writer who gets good reviews, who you can read for free in the rough form of first drafts on the web, or purchase in a book form.
The best soldier does not attack. The superior fighter succeeds without violence. The greatest conqueror wins without struggle. The most successful manager leads without dictating. This is intelligent non aggressiveness. This is called the mastery of men.
tao
tao
Welcome to you, I am John Scott Ridgway, Novelist, Poet, Blogger, Radio and TV writer and actor... five books, also paint in oils and acrylics. I am poet warrior of sorts, a non violent radical, personally, though understanding of those who choose other paths IN THE EIGHTY PLUS COUNTRIES AT LAST COUNT THAT came in this blog ...
The predicted revolutions in the USA and around the would are going to
be violent in the next twenty years, is what the CIA says. I want them to stay peaceful, which is the only way to win this struggle between haves and have nots. They have more guns, we have more people,, and they include the mothers and sisters and brothers of the people they will ask to fight us.... I think they underestimate the police.
NEVER ACCEPT APPEASEMENT OVER JUSTICE. By any means necessary is the reality. . . the USA can be spared stupid wars, but other countries. . . need different solutions. . .
The number of Countries that have come in to have a look at this blog humbles me. Thank you very much.
NEVER UNDERESTIMATE HOW MUCH I DESPISE VIOLENCE
EXCEPT UNDER EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES BY
PROFESSIONALS, HOPEFULLY, like the police, military, etc...
understanding that violence is sometimes needed
does not mean I like anything about the sound
of fists hitting faces
Boxing is too much for me
make me feel like I am watching
dog fights with toothless pitbulls
"I am an artist first, and a politician second," as John Lennon said.
My intentions are to stop the violence from entering into
revolutionary wars
the CIA
predicts
will break out in the next twenty years all over the
world, including here...
But Ill tell ya,
if there is not some redistribution of
wealth here there and everywhere
WE WILL WITNESS THE HORROR
THE HORROR
OF WAR ON all OUR SHORES
My intentions is to keep these protests peaceful
so we can win
without bloodshed
Total War for Total Peace
Never incites violence
or destroys property
you should be able
to go to protests with strollers and babies
parents feeling as safe as the police
Now, poetry...
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
PROPHECIES OF ECSTASIES AND HORRORS
be aware
be very aware
total war
for total peace
is being fought
HERE
THERE will be many ways to die
and only one to live
give and give and give
until the worlds downtrodden and oppressed
can begin to forgive
before things get bloody and ruthless
My Peace sign shot full of holes
and my reason ignored
drowned out by the roar of machine guns
You cannot break the golden rule
all the time and not expect
consequences from nature
mankind
we will fight for our right to thrive as well
we do not accept your sentence
to poverty so you can earn more
by shipping the factory off to China
WE ACCEPT NO CHAINS...
BREAK THOSE WE HAVE
COME RUNNING FOR OUR OPPRESSORS
WHO THE HELL WOULDN'T???
nothing this mindgame in america can do to us
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
can destroy this thing inside that yearns for freedom
enough to die in the name of JUSTICE
generation after generation
from time
immemorial
No more hyper-reality FOR US. We have already spent too long in an oasis of belief where nothing is wrong, folks... Now, we must face this was all a mirage... and try like hell to get out of this desert... or resolve ourself to the fact that we will leave our children to starve in the barren sands.
There are better ways to defeat an enemy than an outright fight, especially if you are vastly outnumbered, like the Elite. MSM PSY-WAR allows them to control our actions through our thoughts, and basically stop our FORCE from activating. I am not saying we should fight just because we can win, I am just saying we should fight before we lose, if no other option is left us.... because a world is at stake.
You are a spark in dry timber, stopped from becoming a roaring flame
only by -- YOUR OWN DISBELIEF IN YOUR POWER TO IGNITE...They SET UP LAWS THAT ALLOW THEM TO STEAL. MURDER. BRAINWASH THEIR CRITICS. We must begin to feel challenged now to stop them. Or WE WILL LOSE EVERYTHING. PERIOD. THE SKY, OTHER SPECIES, OUR WATER... OUR MINDS. No more hyper-reality for us... too long in that oasis where nothing is wrong folks... we must face this is all a mirage.
A cruel slap woke me to the PAIN
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
at the moment of birth;
My first cry was NO
buried in unintelligible screams.
I am a man now.
Now I catch your hand and break all the fingers.
the promise
You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
or fears the most.
No other position is safe
da general
Welcome to the spark that inflames TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE.
I am too far out into the battlefield to retreat. This CHARGE is win or die...
THE ELVES ATTIC is stories, poetry, essay's, peculiar events in my life . . . oil painting, articles.
Your patience for bearing with me on my first drafts is a much appreciated kindness. Your worldwide interest is my muse . . .Lately I have been writing a book called Gangsta General x, about a revolutionary in the USA, who is fighting to keep the revolt peaceful as things spin out of control in the states after a famine gets the populace hungry enough to change their society once and for all....
HOW TO USE THIS BLOG: There is a black and white jukebox in the right column that you can shut off, or find songs on.... To listen to the COMEDY SKITS FROM THE SHOW PEACE AND PIPEDREAMS... turn off the black jukebox, and turn on the Green one. I play Moon Bong Haze and Jesus...
I have five majors, five books, two tv shows, a radio show, 76 countries at last count on this site alone, and over a million online readers to my credit. I can't thank any of you enough for all of your help and encouragement over the years; the favors and aide that has been offered me, the trust in my leadership... you are all SACRED TO ME ... even you folks I tend to hate.
TOTAL WAR FOR TOTAL PEACE -- Thank you especially. Your sacrifices live on. I salute you... and SWEAR ON THE GODS OF MY FATHERS THAT WE WILL TRIUMPH AND YOUR DEATHS WILL BE PAID FOR IN BLOOD AND TREASURE.
Thank you.
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one of my very sorry little attempts to show my oil paintings, pets, girl...
a new mural in rodgers park... and picking up poo and sniffing pee
m and i take a trip down to the bean sculpture... here in Chicago...
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