the elves attic: PICARESQUE CHAPTER FROM THE PREACHER, the second Waking Up Jesus book.

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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.

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

A blood soaked Arthur has risen

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

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.
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 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...

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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.

2011/01/18

PICARESQUE CHAPTER FROM THE PREACHER, the second Waking Up Jesus book.

They are standing at Loyola Beach in Chicago, standing on the edge of the beach, where the elderly man and his nurse have caught up with Christ during one of his publicized walks. Others had come. Nuns, once who seem to come for days, walking by him and nodding hello with a smile. Happy just to see him on Earth, even if he was very different than they had expected.

"Why did you.. come out here looking for me?.

"I know, they say this beach is sacred. Where you first... I don't mean to.."
"It is okay. You went to great lengths to get here."
"Your security wasn't looking for a guy in a wheelchair with a nurse."
"My dog gets restless." The red ad white Siberian Husky is pulling on her chain, cannot understand why they are not already out in the lake.

"I have just one question?"
"Anything... you know. Ask?"
"I raped women. Since, grade school almost. I almost got arrested. . . I was about seventeen. I thought they would catch me this time. I laid in the bed and I concentrated on Satan, trying to tell the dark angel that he could have my soul, if only he left me free to rape women in this life. I felt like Satan came to me. "
"How do you mean... Satan came to you?"
"At first I didn't notice anything. I didn't really think about it much after that. Then... well, I could not get arrested. The strangest coincidences, every time, it was something, and I would be free again. I rejoiced at first... felt, charmed... but you know, I didn't really know I was giving up my soul, when I was like seventeen? I said that, but... it's different having it happen to you. Life becomes.. serious. Forever. Damned, sometimes..."
"I am sorry."
"Can you do anything? Does God step in and forgive... people who have... raped, killed, stolen... what? Where is the line?"
"I'm not here to judge people, just behaviors."
"Who decides?"
"God. Not me. I would make everyone pay penance, then live innocent lives for a few reincarnations. I would forgive... that's been my job during most of the human lives I have lived through, preaching to those at war that they had to forgive, and move on..."
"Am I damned?"
"How do you live now?"
"Well..." The old man pauses and then smiles broad. "My life is charmed, so I do what I want."
"You enjoy yourself, don't you?"
"Yea."
"What if I call the cops when you leave?"
"Satan will stop it. There is no evidence anywhere."
"Do you think Satan can stop me? Is that why you came here, to finally have someone who could get you busted, maybe pay a little penance, get back your soul?"
"Yea, I would do a few years, in a prison hospital ward, play tennis. Just tell me what I have to give..."
"I am not a priest in a confessional who can just absolve you... This is between you and law enforcement in this life, and you and God in the next one." He can see the disappointment on the man's face. Then a it of anger as he asks, "Everyone walks away from you disappointed, don't they? It's all we read about."
"I made clear my position on this before I would agree to come out in public. You have to come to me to find out what you need, not to ask for something else you want."
"I want a miracle. You are... the one... we loved when we were our best selves."
"I know. The maddening thing to me has always been, you know... that I can perform miracles but, uh... they are not worth the collateral. Hey, if you care... do penance. Give up the Viagra and the coke and prostitutes and the ... ah, reading your mind is... so you like dog fighting. You really did talk to Satan. I'll tell you what I told Bush-lite when he was president -- go to a monastery and do good works and penance, something extremely God inspired... because your immortal soul is in a world of trouble... an eternity of trouble actually....."
"You really think we are just left here? Stranded souls? What you wrote, before?"
"Well, you, know, that is the vision I was given. How literal you can take it is . . . well, we will see what happens."
"Why 144 thousand? Why so fucking few?"
"I don't know how much that number means. I just know I saw the souls flying off at incredible speeds, off through universes in split seconds, heading toward God... you know, the circle, milk chocolate brown and crackling with lightening... and then smaller circles of mute blues, purples greens... surrounding.... so immense. I am sorry.... Got a little lost."
"There could be more, than?"
"Hey, you go do good works and get your case ready for my father's court... better some defense, than none at all. Personally, I would... no one deserves to be left behind. The logic of God is too immense to hold in this human mind. All I can do is ask for mercy, for everyone... and then I pray for acceptance of what has transpired that day... you know, the bad shit at least... My dog is getting impatient. Bless you, buddy."

Jesus and Ruby-Dog walk across the sand to the water front.... gentle waves come in and push up onto the sand, break... and recede. The Husky runs at top speed into the water, splashing in... Jesus tries to meditate on the waves, find some Zen moment inside without thought. The dog is having none of it, runs up to him with a stick, drops it his feet, looks up at him with her blue eyes and barks. He laughs and then growls at the dog, and on cue she growls right back. He picks up the stick and throws it out into the lake. Ruby-Dog plows through the water, grabs the stick and runs back at him....