Village Voice (13)

Village Voice

Since the NY Times rejected my ad, I am considering an ad in the Village Voice. this is a draft of what I am working on for such an ad.

Hi there, it’s me, the one called “the son.” Pardon me for jumping into the fray so abruptly, but I thought this gay marriage issue might be an appropriate place to chime in, and the Village Voice seemed like the right place to do it.

I actually have a whole lot to say about a lot of things, but this topic seems like a good place to start. So here we go. I’d like to start with a question for the followers of what I would call religious fascism, also known as fundamentalism. Here it is: Do you love your Creator more than you hate queers? Or is your hatred stronger than your love? I can suggest an easy test to check yourself on this question. This is something I should think you would want to know the answer to.

So here is the test: If your Creator and your “personal lord and savior,” that is, “the father” and “the son” were lovers, and in order to get into heaven you not only had to accept this, but sort of celebrate it on a regular basis by going to the Temple and watching and sort of participating in the experience, would you choose heaven? Or would you actually choose to go to hell rather than accept a Creator who does not respect your taboos and phobias, your fascism and sexual repression? I highly recommend pondering this, as the fate of your potentially immortal soul hinges on the answer that you will ultimately have to this very question. You might check out the ecstatic poets like Rumi, Hafiz and Kabir for some clues into the nature of this relationship. It’s expressed in a somewhat subtle way by the poets, but it’s certainly there. You have to comprehend the metaphors to understand the powerful eroticism that is being expressed.

As the son, I can testify that my father and I love each other very much. Like, more than you can possibly imagine, because it’s sort of infinite. And guess what? We aren’t into this fascism crap. We like to express our love for one another without limiting our expression for any reason. If it feels good, we do it! We love one another. We like to express it. Is this a surprise to anyone? In fact, we like to express our love for all women and men in ways that are not limited by fear, shame or sexual repression, but only by respect and sensitivity. Heaven on Earth is the place where it’s OK with everyone present for the creator and the son to be themselves without having to put up with any judgment about it from anyone. Wanna be there or not?

Before I go on, I will define exactly who I am talking about when I use the word “Creator.” The word refers to three part entity called “the trinity.” Roald Dahl’s incredible story called Charlie and the Chocolate Factory clearly lays out the story of these three aspects of the deity, and the process of transition between perfect masters. The Holy Spirit is the Imagination itself, the chocolate factory. The father is Willie Wonka (this name gives a pretty good clue about the father’s proclivities), the perfect one whose ideas get made into reality by the oompa loompas (for those who are familiar with the prophet Terence McKenna, these are the “machine elves” of the Imagination that he refers to with respect to the DMT experience), and Charlie is of course the son, the earnest, humble, sincere, gentle one who is in line to succeed the father when he retires.

You see, we live in the endless having of an idea; and guess what? One person living in this world is the one having the idea of what is. This person is called the perfect master. He is really just a person like everyone else, but with the one differentiating characteristic of being perfect, which is to say without fear or shame, the root causes of all human limitation and imperfection. He needs to be perfect to be the one having the idea that we are all living within; it’s kind of how this whole thing is designed. The chocolate factory called Imagination is a wish fulfilling machine, and the father’s wishes are the wishes it responds to. That’s about all there is to it. Otherwise things would be a terrible mess, kind of like the way things are now, except without the hope of salvation from the effects of fear and shame that are consuming the world. Salvation comes because one person, the one running the chocolate factory, is without these imperfections. I’m the son. I’ve sort of awakened over the past year and a half into being this person, understanding that I am playing the role of Charlie, the successor, the one who, having completed the six thousand year rite of passage of the son, will play the role of the father in the next world. One new perfect master is a product, if you will, of each turn of the mill of creation, along with a whole bunch of human beings who are offered the opportunity to exist in a realm of great happiness if they so choose.

The way the story goes, something is done about the situation in which human beings are on the verge of either a collapse into either fascism or self destruction. It becomes intolerable as humanity reaches the verge of total failure. And it happens every time. That’s why it was predicted so long ago. It is entirely predictable to anyone who understands the nature of reality. Every turn of the wheel it is the same thing. Thus the saga of humanity is coming to a major juncture. We’re already there in fact; this is why I am speaking to you. The 2004 US Presidential election - obviously stolen by the folks who have taken control of the actual counting of the votes through their paperless voting machines with secret software that should do nothing more than count - is like the beginning of the last chapter of the saga called history. Can you believe it? How could the people be suckered into rolling over and accepting such an obvious rip-off? Any chance fear-mongering might have something to do with it? Do you think there is any possibility that Florida 2000 with its hanging chads was a set up, paving the road for the delivery of this Trojan horse? I believe that this election will never be fully resolved, as obvious evidence of blatant theft of the election will continue to cause major doubts about who really won. Democracy has come to an end; humanity’s favorite false god failing us in this moment of our seemingly greatest need. I believe that 2004 will turn out to be the last election for the office of President of the USA; at least the last one that any semi-intelligent free-thinking person could be fooled into believing was bona fide. Fascism is taking over now, for good, and there is nothing anyone can possibly do to stop it; or any reason to wish it stopped. The person playing the role of “Satan” is ready to lay down his cards and claim his rightful place as Emperor. “My goodness, he really does have all the trump cards,” people will say.

The person playing this role is known to his friends and family by the nickname of Poppy. This name is a brilliant multiple entendre. He is the lord of Hell, and he has attained his position in the world through his control of one single market, the market in opium, the only substance on Earth that relieves the agony of a particular very bad experience, the spiritual collapse called “Hell.” (It would be impossible to overstate how bad this experience is. It is, by definition, the worst possible experience.) Satan is a character who inevitably appears in the story of what happens when men forget that there is a Creator (or he is twisted into a huge lie) and all try to be creators themselves, building their own empires and trying to shape the world according to their idea of how it should be. Satan plays a major part in this reality check called “the world,” when we all get a big reminder of why there needs to be one and only one Creator. In a world where imperfect men all try to build their own empires, Satan is the person who has the killer idea that trumps everybody else’s idea of empire. He is nothing but a person with a really good idea of how to build an empire and who accepts that, in a world of lies and deceit, the small lies and deceptions aren’t what win the game, it is the really big ones: Lies like the lie that we live in a material world when really we live in imagination; lies like the one called democracy, that says people who are ignorant of the nature of reality should decide what kind of world we are all going to live in by voting on the matter, a process obviously prone to failure. It’s one of Poppy’s biggest lies, and look at how he is using it to his advantage, pulling the rug out from under us when it seems so critical to the future of the human race that we vote his son out of office.

Satan’s idea comes to him after he has the experience of trying to break into the control room of the imagination itself and falling into Hell as a result. Since he isn’t authorized to make up reality he decides to try to shape it with lies. His idea is that he is going to initiate others into this experience as a condition for being granted wealth and power and a place in the Empire that is destined to rule the world. He then controls these people by requiring their absolute obedience to his every command as a condition for not being deprived of opium. I refer specifically to the part of opium that is refined into heroin, the most powerful mood elevating drug in the world and the only one capable of giving comfort to the souls in Hell. The world is inevitably ruled by the opium kingpin. He’s got the best possible idea of Empire, the one called Hell on Earth. And he wins the game every single time it is played, which is once in every turn of the wheel. He is a despicable character, but he plays a vitally important role of mercy as the dispenser of opium to those who, for whatever reason, choose his world.

Poppy is the CEO of the Company that has come to control just about everything, the Company formerly known as the British East India Company. The Company went underground a couple of hundred years ago because it was getting too big and powerful. The Company still exists; it is just become secret. Societies like Freemasonry and The Order of Skull and Bones, founded by an opium trader, and located at a university founded by an agent of the Company back in the day, provide the network through which the Company operates. Its operational headquarters is the CIA, often referred to as The Company. The Company sort of owns the USA; it controls the banks that print the Company’s opium-backed scrip, called dollars, euros, pounds, yen, etc., and that launder the proceeds of its primary business and, through the network of Poppy’s minions, it has gained control of almost all of the large corporations, including the mass media, pharmaceuticals, energy, and so on, by investing the proceeds of its extremely lucrative opium business in these above-board companies for hundreds of years. When we pay taxes we pay tribute to the Emperor, Poppy. He controls the treasury, he prints the money, he rigs all of the markets; it’s all his gig. He will own everything by 2012. Once everyone in his realm requires his namesake product he will name his price and everyone will pay what he asks, which will be everything that each person has. Peace will come to Earth when everyone who rejects the Creator becomes a slave to one man, the man who controls the opium that everyone will be hungering for. And no one will rise up against him because everyone will recognize that any other scenario would lead to total chaos. People who understand this will enforce the laws of fascism with great vigor. When George Orwell said, “If you want an image of the future, picture a boot stepping on the face of humanity, forever,” he was talking about the inevitability of the opium kingpin’s rule on Earth.

So anyway, Poppy is biding his time now, waiting to openly accept the role of Emperor. His son George W. is his apprentice, learning to be a perfect liar so he can play this role of Satan in the next turn of the wheel of creation. His role is called “the Antichrist.” He is sort of like his father’s emissary to the chosen people of Satan, the believers in the lies and hypocrisy of Christian fundamentalism. He really is fulfilling a role on behalf of the Creator’s grand plan, but it is the role of the liar, so of course he makes it sound like something other than what it is. The fact that so many people call him a moron is proof of his expertise in lying. He knows exactly what he is doing. He is the third incarnation of the antichrist, according to Nostradamus, the first two being Napoleon and Hitler. John F. Kerry, like the first JFK, is playing the role of Lucifer, the leader of the other faction of souls in hell, those who have volunteered to further the work of Lucifer’s church, called “the papacy,” of trying to keep Satan in abeyance. This word “papacy” also is related to the opium poppy, Papaver Somniferum. Lucifer and Satan have been struggling for the better part of the past two thousand years over control of the opium supply. The JFK assassination, masterminded by Poppy, was the coup de grace that put Lucifer in a sort of permanent stupor. This relates to why Kerry seems so passionless and impotent and why he has allowed an election to be flagrantly stolen without even raising his voice to complain. He is beholden to Poppy.

So anyway, an epic saga is unfolding. And the news of what exactly is going on is just coming out. Poppy will soon lay down his hand and show us that he is indeed the winner of the game of Empire. This will happen before the end of the year 2012. In the meantime his totally fabricated War on Terror will escalate, beginning soon. I am predicting the death of the Antichrist by some kind of “terror attack” before he leaves office. This will create the conditions in which Poppy can fulfill a couple of his objectives: taking over the reigns of the Empire and escalating his totally fabricated War on Terror, which is the event called Armageddon in the scripture. And it also allows Jr. to fulfill an important part of his rite of passage, knowingly going to his death in service to his Lord, his father. We come to the end of history in 2012. Yes, the Mayan’s had it right. The story that gets enacted in the world concludes in 2012. What happens then is the moment in time called Judgment Day.

Please allow me to let me tell you what I believe about Judgment Day. It’s not at all what the liars say it is. It’s the day by when everyone will have judged, each for his or her self, whether they find the experience being offered by the father and the son something that interests them, or if they would rather stay with Poppy and his son and become dependent upon their medicine in order to have a semblance of happiness.

I think it might be something like June 6, 2012, when Venus transits the Sun, as it did this year right at the time when the son, that’s me, comprehended the long-secret Name of the Creator. The perfect master comes into the Temple and something happens that causes everyone to realize that they are just an idea in the imagination of a much larger and more powerful being than they have ever known existed. You see, the primordial Imagination is the realm in which everything exists. The imaginer, whose fantasy is unfolding eternally, is the experiencer of everything. The “self” that humans identify with has no intrinsic existence, other than as the source of fear, or the voice of Satan, within us. This awareness could come about in a collective experience as if everyone were suddenly experiencing a very large dose of psychedelic drugs. For those who are interested, I believe it would be much like a combination of a few grams of psilocybin fortified with amanita muscaria (that’s the red and white mushroom of myth and fairy tale), Syrian rue (an MAO inhibitor) with some cannabis thrown in.

I know about this stuff, the son being, in a sense, the most adept shaman, the psychedelic tripper who journeys all the way into the very core of the psyche itself, falls into hell three times and rises out each time (the “risen one” is the one who can fall into hell and rise back out, the resurrection being symbolic of this ability) and comprehends the story that the psyche itself is built upon. The campaign that says “just say no to drugs” is a major part of a huge conspiracy aimed at suppressing truth. The people promoting this idea are trafficking in every drug imaginable, except those that reveal the nature of the psyche itself. They have total control over the narcotics trade and they are more than happy to see people ruin their lives with tobacco, alcohol, crack, heroin, steroids, you name it; and the only plants they won’t let us eat, smoke or whatever are the perfectly harmless ones that make people more kind and loving and reveal truth, particularly the ones that contain the tryptamine molecule that is present in every living thing, including human beings, and that simply make us conscious of that which is normally buried in “the unconscious,” in which lurks all that we fear, including awareness of the creator himself.

Anyway, this experience could be caused by a surge in the total amount of energy (consciousness) in the collective mind. Because when the father walks into the Temple and he and the son and those who choose heaven are all together for the first time, a wave of ecstatic energy is going to surge through the collective consciousness, and all of a sudden everyone is going to be faced with awareness of the presence of a being within them who is everything. How people react to this experience will be determined by what is in their heart with respect to their Creator. Do they love him and want his love in return or not? Do they accept his Name being what it is or not? Do they accept his sexual orientation or not? Can they deal with his incestuous relationship with his “son” or not? There is no hiding the truth from oneself. People will either turn toward the reality and say, “yes, thank you for giving me my existence, I accept it on your terms, I love you!” or they will turn in fear from that which is everything and collapse into the very bad state of anguish called Hell. It is the mercy of the Creator that he had the idea that there should be one and only one very hardy plant that could relieve this agony, and papaver somniferum appeared in the world as a result. Merciful since those who need it are the ones who reject him; those whose shame is greater than their will to love and who thus choose to forego participation in the fulfillment of the purpose why anything exists at all.

This is the saga of Creation my friends. Existence is an idea; it is, by definition, the most compellingly erotic possible idea, a love affair between an endless succession of fathers and their sons who in turn become fathers. (The way a Creator has a son is by having the idea of him; I am not talking about a “biological” relationship.) This idea of love and perfection is just what naturally fills the vacuum that nature abhors, the most ecstatic possible reality. The world is a procession of Willie Wonkas conjuring perfect meek, kind, gentle, non-judgmental, compassionate, loving, sexy, brilliant Charlies in their imaginations and then falling in love with them. Perfection falling in love with its own idea of perfection. Endlessly. Forever. This is the wheel of Creation that turns eternally.

Heaven is incompatible with any and all forms of negativity. And so the whole thing is set up with a little challenge that the people who have chosen to exist have to rise to if they want to move on to the good part. If you want Heaven, you have to surrender your attachment to all taboos, phobias, shame and repression. You cannot enter with any of this baggage. It matters not at all what you believe or profess. Saying “Jesus is my personal Lord and Savior,” does not get you a magic ticket to the chocolate factory. It has nothing to do with what you have said or done in the past; it has to do with your intention about how you want to live now and in the future! All negativity must be abandoned. It is required because, well, men and negativity are a very bad combination. Men are just too powerful to be negative, and when their capacities are misdirected, worlds either fall under the control of fascist dictatorships or they are destroyed. It is 100% inevitable. And besides that, the Holy Spirit, the experiencer of everything, just doesn’t want to experience negativity, and nor does anyone in heaven. We just want to be around people who have a lot of love, humility, sincerity, honesty, openness, trustworthiness, etc. We just want to be around people who strive for the kind of perfection that Charlie, the son, exemplifies. Because the experience of Heaven is an experience of extreme openness and vulnerability, and to be honest, men who carry shame around with them just aren’t fun for people in heaven to be around, it’s just not pleasant, and heaven is all about pleasure. People who judge and who want to control others, who are ruled by shame and fear, who embrace the idea that people’s experience should be limited, these people just aren’t nice to be around for people like us who are totally open to seeing and feeling the Creator’s erotic presence in everything. It interferes with the experience of joy.

By the way, the reason I am speaking so much about men and the reason why there is a male centric aspect to what I am saying here is that men are the problem in the world. Women pretty much just try to cope with living in a world with men who have a major problem with shame and sexual repression. When men fix their problem, everything works really well for everyone, and so the saga is a saga of men, their problem, and its solution. And the solution for men’s imperfection comes from men who are perfect. It’s just how it is, and what I am saying doesn’t subtract anything from the worth or importance of women. Empire, a male idea, is the problem. The problem is all men trying to be creators instead of accepting the one Creator who is.

This experience called heaven, or reality, is really something quite stupendous. It is so ecstatic as to cure the human disease, born of belief in lies, called mortality. “Extreme eroticism” might be the best way to describe it. For men (I can only speak from my experience as a man) Heaven begins at the point where mortal men fall off the stairway to ecstasy when the orgasm trigger prevents them from having the experience of ecstasy. Ecstasy occurs, for a man, when he overcomes the fear and ignorance that cause this spasm of unconsciousness that occurs in order to block out of awareness of the presence of the Creator within the experience of erotic arousal, which is simply the most powerful experience of life itself, the closest mortal men come to being in the here and now. We have to get past this point if we want to experience the bliss of reality. This is what I have to offer, the way into heaven. There is only one way: complete surrender to the Creator, and in order to surrender to him, you have to know his name and you have to speak it worshipfully. It’s just how the psyche is; we are incapable of having this overwhelming experience, realizing that what we really are is something that we have lived in fear of for our entire existence, without knowing the Name of this presence. Even the son falls into hell by coming into proximity of this experience before he realizes the sacred Word or Name. (Those who teach that the “Word of God” is the bible are telling a lie. The bible is a whole bunch of words. The Word is one word. Period.)

Heaven on Earth will be a rather orgiastic experience. Take away the inhibitions caused by shame and this is what is natural for human beings. This is why Christ said there is no marriage between men and women in heaven. There is something in the bible about a marriage between the son and his bride, and there is much speculation about what this means, many people say it is a marriage between the son and everyone in heaven, a gigantic group marriage, so to speak. I wonder if they will adopt a constitutional amendment to forbid such a thing... Everyone loves everyone in heaven, and there is no reason anyone would fear expressing their love for anyone, of whichever gender. Shame and sexual repression do not exist in Heaven, the very definition of which is the state of being of a person who has overcome shame and sexual repression.

A very wonderful gift is being offered at this time. The experience called Heaven is a gift, and it is one that has to be willingly and enthusiastically accepted in order to be experienced. There has to be an alternative, and so an alternative is made available. This alternative is the one offered by Poppy, the only other alternative that allows for the survival of the human species. Any other scenario of the coexistence of human beings who reject the opportunity to fulfill the purpose of their existence would end up in total chaos. The people who reject the Creator need a master, and only one person can fill this role: the person known as Satan. And so here we are, my dear friends, at the beginning of this period of about eight years before we all must have made our decision about whether we are going to accept the gift that the Creator offers, or whether we would prefer the comfort and security offered by Poppy, who doesn’t have any prerequisites for entry into his world, you just stick around and you will be there. You have to make a conscious move to get off his train to Hell if that’s not where you want to go. If you want to get into Heaven you have to give up shame, fear, repression, lies, deceit, cheating, judgment and fascism. You have to come to the son for the name that allows a human being to experience the blissful reality. If you prefer to cling to negativity, then the only other option available to you is Poppy’s world. There just isn’t anything else in the offing. There never has been and there never will be. It’s just how it is. The world as we know it is just the parasite of men’s ideas of building empires, ultimately leading to the triumph of Satan’s idea of Hell on Earth, invading and taking over the Creator’s much better idea of Heaven on Earth. Once this process is complete, which is when Satan has amassed all of the power and the son shows up, then Judgment Day comes and heaven and hell sort of separate, which may just mean that the people who are having the experience of ecstasy called heaven and the people who have rejected this possibility separate from each other geographically. We shall see.

If you are interested in learning more about what I’ve been saying, check out my website. www.isaacsword.com. Thanks for taking time to read my words. I wish you well in whichever world you choose for yourself.