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....

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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.



This is another poem I am WORKING ON for waking up jesus. 

They great they have covered my words
with a blanket of silence
or so
they have convinced me
hints of other come
never know if they are trying to play me
or someone offering their hand has managed to reach me

some days my stance seems absurd
despite all the evidence
the normalcy of the day to day mocks the drama
playing just under the words

I feel the aches in my body
get reamed by the usual runs of bad luck
life still a messy construct on the edge of a cliff

seem to be

long before I knew

are THEY winning I wonder?
Did I come to the aide of some cabal
that has taken over our country?
Was I programmed?

They show me connections built up all over the world
during the brief months they were feeding me intelligence
I can imagine the power of an Army lead by what is believed to be a God
Have seen the tactic used in war since the dawn of time

Does the entire world see me as a loser?

Did they think I would start a revolution
and then leave them hanging?
You have mistaken my mercy as weakness
The Meek Inherit The Earth
Even if I have to organize them into an army

I backed off to save lives

My intent is to harm no flesh
may well be God's plan, too
His wrath is greater than my mercy
I pray for the power to do God's will
stumble on assuming I am

I have come to love this earth
to be the agent of death for all of this...

I cannot be blamed for what God made me
to hate myself is to hate God The Father
as much as it is to hate another

I know that there is an underground that relishes my words
takes them for the Gospels that they are

another in the library of bibles slowly crawling out of my psych
words hidden from me
until the appointed time
buried in what I thought was a normal life

best repent of your ways, man...

I do not mean go become straight or stop smoking weed
 or ...

any of the petty shit that matter not to God

I mean the murder of mind and body
that happens when you give false witness about GOD

God does not reward the just on earth
he is a great lover of the soul
see's the flesh like the coccoon we will fly off from

we are living a struggle
to emerge from this flesh intact
free of regrets
with no need to suffer through another life
to create the being that will be pleasing in God's eyes
How much better to live again
then be sent to a hell...
another life
another chance
hitler as a young girl who abhors the nazi's
would you kill her for what happened to her soul last time around?
Would a Just God punish her?

I have the image of God in my mind
a vision that I fall down on my knees before
and scream that I want to change this plan
stop the prophesies of the BURNING

he says his one word LOVE
I think of how fires in nature clear the dead branches away for new spouts
wonder if mankind will be taken from this planet
replaced as slow as evolution
by another being that will one day too look to the stars and call for God's Savior?

they great they speak smooth words to you
fear to tell you the darker truths

 newscastes are just sound bites and cia approved stories

I fear no one
They know this about me
apreciate my valor, my bravery, my committment to cleansing the US of evil forces

the satanists I read about everywhere
give me the closest thing to fear that I know
I have always felt like there was no need to mess around with magick
if it existed than it was better I stay away from it
and this is confirmed in a deeper part of my heart that I must trust
the realm of savage grace itself trembles
at the thought of people following satanists
they can say what they want about why they do this
even say the do not believe in satan

the satanists who pray to satan do not bother me
he is dead
They will find this out soon enough
I do not know if people could contact Satan
In this flesh I find my supersticion rises when I think of casting a spell
I use the metaphor in my work...

I have been accused of Sorcery because of my metaphors:
Let me make this clear:
I have never attempted any magic

when I hear that l ron hubbard was a satanist
indeed claimed to be satan to his son
I am worried even more about that cult
they threw out the idea of free will
-- something God would never do

I read things like the free masons are satanic
or at least anti-religion
that they believe all men are equal to Jesus
They came to me
and I gave them my blessing
I did not know this fact about them then....
or I would have probably gotten pissed
at that point
Now I wish them goodwill as far as I know
ignoramus that I remain on so many of the ways of man
the gnostic bibles say I preached all men could become like me
I doubt this from what I have seen of humans
though in God's infinity who knows?

no matter where you started
your destination is all I care about

IS there a satanic element out there
so entrenched that they can keep the Christ trapped from the view?
Are they trying to protect me
doing my will best they can?


I tell myself this in the bad times
the days when it seems like I am nothing except a blob of flesh
that makes up words all day
transcribes an inner voice that he is surprised to have

I cruise the net looking for evidence of the movement
see little bits and pieces here and there
wonder if they are connected by coincidence of motive... there is no telling

at this point I have lost faith in this world again
it is almost like there are forces that want me to get so disgusted
that I attack them
they know the collaterol damage involved in this action...

i SEE the burned out blackness
of my path to Washington
a slash and burn across illinois, indiana... all the way to the east coast
millions die
just gone
The Eastern United States tries to flee my wrath
Christians to protect my path...
I come to an abondened Washington

where I demand to speak to all the leaders of the world
an old fantasy of mine
that came true when they were bugging me
and projecting me into your television sets

This time I tell them that they will now
have to contend with a new power on this planet
a supernatural being who is for
 liberty, justice, and free will
and will have them

The most savage creature in your garden
 is capable of the greatest grace
another in the endless irony of god

He made the reaper your redeemer

Called me from beyond
gave me visions
endless streams of lighting and fire flowing from my body

I try to make sure that my powers are kept in check
the storm summoning rages sublimated into poetry
I will do what He wants
When The Time Comes
In the meantime I will 'rail against the night.'

I will not become an environmental psycho killer
will keep my optimism that we can survive
until the four horseman ride into my living room

Could I write a happy ending
and expect God to change his plans


what will happen
has already happened
in the eyes of God

We are here
a thousand years agao
souls learning the lessons of this planet
before we head out into the stars

I wonder often where mankind's soul came from?
I thought that we were immortal
always here

that you became trapped in this flesh
and only I could get most of you out of the human feed back loop of life

perhaps the only way to do this is lay waste to mankind?

Seems more sensible that souls developed with consciousness
combined with my gift of the Holy Ghost

I am the father of all thinking life on this planet
an agent of evolution
a timeless creature who thinks in millions of years
slowly preparing your souls for the trip to heaven

Questions... the questions that He on high refuses to answer
sometimes I think my head would explode if he even tried to explain
the heavenly visions to my flesh

I suffer the questions I have for God and Man
like an obsession with something that sickens me

is all I know for sure

I have forgotten nothing that happened
though it has so little to do with my personal life
that it may as well not have happened

the time came for me announce myself
I should have expected a time of trials

I had myself convinced I would be welcomed
the very idea of my return should have filled you all with joy and dread

nothing will ever be the same. period.

the supernatural has come to life in Chicago
your greatest have bowed before the humble rocker
who wanted only to help the world

I always felt like a monk
devoted to my writing
stealing away from people to practice my craft

now the stories and tales and truths refuse to leave my mind
crowd out the day to day
keep me far away from the dirty dishes in the sink
the chagrin of my girlfreind over my lack of cleanliness

remember when I used to have my own place
cleaning up every day
making everything perfect
she has too many boxes stacked everywhere in this tiny apartment
to even decorate
we tell ourselves this is temporary
that the future will be a bit brighter
like everyone does

I keep remembering the money
they never offered me a dime

people think they did

I stopped that before it could come to fruition
I did not do what I did for pay
I did it for art and God

my message is more important than my pocket book
not that I wouldn't mind a larger one...
the poorer you are
the easier you are to control
push around
keep isolated

i can't leave town because I am too broke

I was told they would arrest me if I tried
that was last year
who knows now?

The security issues involved in my travel
make them want me here

I see them out there whenever I walk the dog
cops everywhere
at least three a walk
I apreciate their presence
speaks of dangers that they keep me ignorant of

The last few days I have been lethargic
sitting in front of the computer reading
or laying in my bed thinking
trying to run from the feelings of despair

Oh, God, Forgive them...

they know not what they do...

Another Poem From Waking Up Jesus, that I edited and reworked...  

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