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.


the charge of the bright brigade

This is a new poem I am working up for Waking Up Jesus...

the son God rises in another mask
takes his part in the pageantry
 unaware that locked inside him is a spiritual seed
a bomb that will explode the careful paradigms of academia he has created in his mind

the big bang
blowing bits of himself all over the universe
ripping open a tear in the day to day and seeing endless stars
a path
I have traveled before
at the behest of prayers and pleas

this cannot be true screams the flesh
patient the spirit waits
for the inevitable

today Jesus was asked why he does not preach in this life
he says he is just waiting now for the fires
his part comes in when the dead have gathered to journey home

The Christians want to be buddy buddy with the Big Guy
Will claim themselves prepared by following the dictates of the priests
absolved by kneeling in a booth and confessing
others claim they followed God when they were merely brutal
the hatred brought flesh that misses the word LOVE
the only word their God has ever spoke to them
the crusaders against witches and gays and rock n roll and pleasure, itself...
the perverts who used the word of God to lay with Children and believed
truly believed/an infection that took down every one around them

I am known I am known as the angel by those who know
The God of lightening strikes and deafening thunder

How can I take my word for anything?
The studies in school gave me one way of seeing the world
then the visions of a mad man showed me another path less chosen
a walk toward a Calvary that is well traveled

wanting none of this my humility is deceiving
only a man would want to be Jesus carrying the scythe of the Reaper

The last days surround us
Hotter and hotter the world grows as the fires seen by the prophets of old
consume the visions of the future
point them all toward the same conclusion
man is living in a manner that is killing his planet and he just can't stop
addicts to luxury
we'd rather die stoned
 than live straight

Why wouldn't I appear now?

what you want and what you get
are the same in the end
getting there requires a blind run through a field of flesh shredding thorns

find hope sinners and atheists in my words
find a God who believes in redemption
or find horror here
the horror you created for yourself

my Father decides your faith
I am the open gate
he is the gate keeper
the bible says I take 144,000
the fundamentalists wonder who they will be
if this alien from Heaven even gave these words to the bible
or if they a number just high enough to seem enormous when first scribed?

God weaves through the lies and myths in his book
lurks in the blank spaces of the page

a garbled message from a creator who is simply too different to understand
your every prayer/your lives barely exist to him
he see's you as golden light
the holy ghost
that gives birth to your soul
the creature that will fly off into the cosmos

who would want to expose themselves to the masses
knowing war and madness would follow
I entered the public arena and felt like I was tearing the world apart

Never before in my life had the world come to me
Before I was alone in my illusion that I was normal
not watched and evaluated and speculated on as the child who grew wings
the angel
miracles began to surround him as he grew up
real ones
scientifically quantifiable
as if God himself was making sure the Wise Men Knew To Gather

this time they were the Large Countries, after WW 2, Russia, China, the States
coming up with a plan
on how to deal with their discovery
Christ was returning

Prophets all over the world were having strange visions
the presidents themselves seeing angels in their dreams

When they found a child growing wings in rural Indiana
who just so happened to be the end of an ancient line of kings
who could possibly be the lost tribe of Israel

They knew from their bibles that Christ would not know who he was until late in life
they watched and waited and tried to provide security but even in the worst jams'
He got out unscathed
After awhile they understood he was protected by greater forces than they could muster
The CIA surrounded the child with operatives
cameras in his cabs to record what the Christ was doing
working close with the Mafia, they kept their cards close to their chests
still others found out, the Masons and the Mormons --  who The FBI had been recruiting for years because no one else could pass their 'never having smoked pot,' disclaimer
recently knocked down because of me
Jesus in the FBI
oh, wouldn't they love that

Don't kid yourself
I am a weapon
the arms race they tried to hide from the public was shown to me
Russia took my poem extolling their dream of communism to mean this was where my heart was
and sure, it is
just got a heart bigger than that
I don't want the government to make all the decisions for people
freedom to work for yourself

It's part of this culture
that is diseased
not dead
in my opinion

give people an honest chance to work for a buck
and they should be able to spend it how they want
small businesses men need to be applauded you know
why not?

Still...  when it comes to the irrational numbers of how much is hoarded at the top
I can't see without that capital spreading out across the masses how we will recover
from the horrible gaps developing in our lifestyles
People who make themselves kings and queens in this world
should realize that Royalty always falls first
when the people decide they have had too much

the gathering masses will double in my life time
I sit the stage now to preach to the ones who are not yet even alive
I can see their desperation, how difficult their lives will be
I won't betray them by pretending the future does not exist
which is just the american way
fuck it
if we can get away with it
let's do it

kill all the Indians?  Fine.
Pull a coup in Chili?  Fine
Try to kill Chavez?  Fine

oh, man, how do you even begin to justify what you have become?

What you think is pathetic is celebratory/glorious/the reason we wear this flesh
in the first place

earth can be the playground of the Gods or a trip into Hell
depending on the day, age, state of health
a moment by moment surprise of joy's and horrors
encapsulated in the most mundane of moments
the time that passes un-noticed
taken away on a light breeze, blown unheralded down the street

living without eternity in mind in an intentional blinding
fear of the unknown/a sense of the dangers that lay down that path
you decide to walk with the Angels and you get noticed by the Demons

speak up and sooner or later someone will try to shout you down
some will never stop
you have to stand alone with your opinions/dependent on no one for truth
knowing truth is just what  a 'belief'' tells you is true and most 'beliefs' are based
more on faith than anything else/

want to know who really runs the world
the facts are few and the puzzle isn't about
to let itself be solved

want to know if there is a God?
The facts are few and everyone's puzzle is different
pieces are missing
guessing is required

and what do you do with it when the puzzle is done?  Hang it tackily on the wall?
a silver cross that shows someone can identify with your suffering
someone knows your pain and cares
whether you deserve it or not

even pedophiles pray
murderers pray
madmen pray
I tune out their words...  they mean to pray to my Father...
another mistake of the priests...  I never told anyone to pray to me
Always told them I am the servant of my father

I said Father back then because gender was important to the tribes
God has no sex
sex is an animal duality that is immaterial on the spiritual plane

the freedom of all desire is the offer
heaven nirvana
of beinglessness
a traveler as un-noticed as the wind
forged into individuals by the long circles through life
angelic now in your independence
graceful in your humility before God

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