A blood soaked Arthur IS RISING

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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.


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.



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


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




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...


A blood soaked Arthur has risen

be aware

be very aware

total war
for total peace
is being fought

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

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

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

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
    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.
    • OUR LACK OF RESOLVE TO CHANGE OUR WORLD MUST PUZZLE THE GODS THEMSELVES.... how can we be this collectively dum? And if we are....then the brains will be looked to as potential saviors.... when all too often they are just psocyo-paths and stooges and scared folks under the gun who are ALLOWED to CON EVERYONE... FOR THE GOOD OF A

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.

the promise

You must be whoever the enemy fears the least
or fears the most.

No other position is saf

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.


Thank you.


The Eternal Magical Moment... new poem for second book in Waking Up Jesus series

My arrival is proof
of greater mysteries
 than are held in the mind of man

perpetual resurrection
waking in flesh
taking the ride of animal emotions
the amusement park of the Gods

every species another testament to the unfolding Time Of God
I watched from where calenders have no meaning
a being distanced by time  mass dimensions
seeing your end and your beginnings all at once
the mission was always there
the flames of the final slash and burn eternal
an event as sure as yesterday

My words are one weaving together of the myths of man
A way to bring Peace between the Heavenly Books
Build a civil court 

of honor bound humyns

to cleanse the blood 
from our hands
requires washing them in more blood
another oxymoron in the muddling moronic
world of this action adventure life
filled with gangs flashing signs just before their pistols

When I was first becoming  aware of myself

watching the world convulse at the news that I Walk.
I found myself in the middle of a ring of spies
who had been preparing for an event
 that I would never have believe in
A God  Walking In Human Flesh

and just then... 
as I was driven to be suspicious of everyone
people came out of everywhere 
trying to get me to cut my hair
that had never happened before..
I found I was in the middle of open conflict being fought by my supporters
the spy wars around me erupted into the press
Some worked for me
Others... more powerful... 
locked me in house arrest 
though cautious of course about pissing off
they fought me in their feeble ways
they know I am an Angel better than they will let you know
they know my powers/rightly fear pissing off the boy who grew wings
They tried to break me
A message from the left  /I thought/though I could not be sure
missinformation and information became indistinguishable as they attacked my mind
hinted that there was truth in Samson
I had not cut my hair in five years and for all I knew he was right
I scoffed at the thought when I heard a man speaking about this on tv

thinking my powers were so well beyond  mere human hair that the idea was proposterous
they warned me agents were all around me now...
Told me the women in my life were all plants
I was learning the miraculous
Learning not to question something I had questioned away long away

As I grappled with God's messages the spies tried to insert their own into my mind
confuse me as to who was with me and who they had in my life
all the plants all my life... and I never knew... who would?
They tried
The techniques they use to drive you paranoid
split apart people
the FBI got the Black Panthers into a war with themselves

with a series of fake letters
sent out proxy killers and then jailed them

they have ways to attack you
that  no one would ever think was them

'National Security Secret.'
three magical words used
to caste spells 
that make history itself disappear

I worry most about the capture of my mind
my body they can beat and jail
just don't want to become convinced 

 convert or ever ever fucking ever
believe anyone can think for me

People think this and that on too many ways to fathom
the DSM is filled with myths of personalties
 that exist mostly on the pamphlets for serotonin uptake drugs

confused early in the awakening anything could be magic to me
I could no longer tell what I had been told by man 

and what I was now learning
From God

I became ever so slightly superstitious about the hair
half worried that without my Mane

the magic would leave me
 that the flooding storms would no longer join my rages
that the lightening would no longer come at my sneering bid

does a number on your head
waking up jesus

He who would not be named
the scientific thinking atheist who I was before this 
after the Christ erupted into my conscious mind 
didn't know what the hell to believe anymore

I cut the hair off when they jailed me
If there wasn't enough magic in those locks to keep me out of that hell
Fuck them...
Halloween 2008 tossed in the third worst jail in the country
Broke my back and been on meds for ten years and they cut me off cold
for a week of hell I didn't know was in my body
felt the pain that surgeries and doctors and pain clinics

 and pills and pills and pills
had kept at bay
My lawyer sent me a letter telling me to show up on the wrong day
Judge got pissed about me having a warrant and tossed my sick as in jail
Just got pissed
He who throws that first stone should make sure that it does not hit me
God tosses back boulders without my blessings
the school yard rules of blind power

today on a whim I cut it off again
a part of me trembled in wonder...
what if...
what if..

Your Christ himself fears conviction
yet you try them on like a new Sunday cloak
take them from radio show hosts
out of the daily news
from the flawed words of our fathers
the 'fact'  
that slowly ages and cripples and dies
and is reborn with every generation 


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