A Postscript from the Messenger
There was a little misunderstanding between the Stranger and me. I hadn’t intended to place an ad this week. Found out at the last second while struggling with the 4- page ad in the Seattle Weekly (It’s the four pages in the center). This little blurb, that I wrote last week, will have to do. Here’s a little Nugget from the Nutcracker: Beware of the very big LIE.
The God is the God, and the problem with the human race is that men do not let the God be the God. He is Everything; and if you are not willing to let him be Everything then you are the problem with the human race. Allah is the penis-envying God of the men who will not let the God be the God. Good luck discerning truth from lies in the times soon to come. I do not recommend the Liar named Allah as a God at all. She will ruin you. You will have a hard time letting the God be the God, and I will be more than happy to assist when the time comes.
I rise from my reverie lying here in the sun on Saturday afternoon by the side of the canal, noticing an outstanding visual acuity that I have never enjoyed before, a crystalline quality of light sparkling like diamonds, having been lying there drifting into the margins between worlds for a spell after dancing ecstatically along the bulkhead across the canal from the lone drummer drumming on a bench under a line of trees (I hope that drummer will remember seeing me, Isaac, the boy with the heart of the child, dancing ecstatically to the drumming of the tribe while he was on the brink of heaven, I want to dance for that guy in the temple) and generally enjoying the greatest sense of being in the now that I have ever had, visiting heavenly places I could vaguely remember having visited while on deep shamanic psilocybin trips, places of perfect peace and clarity, sounds as crystalline in their quality as the sparkling light, which I am able to stare directly into the sparkling water and see the individual sparkles without burning my eyes - what Jesus said about looking at the sun - sensing that the way into heaven is just to really let myself be what I am in the now, without resisting letting what is be what it is, with the compelling urge to stroll over to magic temple chocolate factory to write this e mail.
So I do wander over, and now here I am sitting in this office, typing what could be a voice coming from the brink of heaven, offering one last sure-to-be-ignored look at the play by play broadcast of the experience of the Christ awakening into being the Christ and finally stepping fully conscious out of one world and into another beamed into heaven from the intersection between two worlds that lies hidden in the experience of now that no mortal human being can have even if they try. The elusive now sheer worlds intersect. Take your pick... No, don’t tell me you REALLY want to stay here in this spent world sliding off into hell... from here the visual effect is slowly coming to resemble the scene from Finding Neverland in which the boys' mother steps from one world into the other. Speaking of that movie, it is perfectly clear to me that Johnny Depp is a particularly enlightened fellow, having appeared in several films in which some aspect of the experience of the Christ is depicted, most notably the film for which Neil Young made the sound track, that is yet another telling of the story of the journey out Christ of his body consciously into Heaven, Dead Man. Having depicted a Christ-like Character in several films, I would say Depp is certainly one of those people who have been led through this very experience with the assistance of others. I alone will have been the one to do this completely on my own with the kind of "bump on the head" that Roald Dahl and all the others received. As many as 24,000 people have already "died and been resurrected." going back possibly decades. You might be meeting up with Jimi Hendrix at the "Temple of Experience" in Fremont before too long. I am certain there will be a Beatles reunion as Lennon and Harrison both demonstrated a high degree of enlightenment in their music. Actually I am on the record saying I think Lennon, and Elton John, are archangels who both attained an experience of psychedelic awakening a long time ago. The lineup of people who will appear to testify to the truth of what is occurring will blow the world's mind.
I did not write just to describe that moment of realization that I wanted to write this, but there was also something that I felt would make for a really interesting theatre piece should I leave this mortal world of disease and suffering fully conscious and awake and in perfect health in the next few days, as I expect may happen, to have parted with these words:
The extremely psychedelic visual effects in the final scenes of the film 2001: A Space Odyssey, beginning, as the astronaut approaches landing on the moon of Jupiter, are a nearly exact replica of an experience I have just had. This is the experience of a soul who leaves the cycle of birth and death and attains immortality in heaven through a conscious passage through an attainment of atonement with God into an entirely different mindscape. Either this is a depiction of my experience alone, or that of everyone who passes through the threshold that I believe I am on the verge of passing. (Which of course will be the rapture, if and when it occurs.)
If this occurs before the printing of this ad, as I believe it may, the Christ will have come into the world, announced his presence repeatedly in this, the advertising venue that he deemed most likely to have an audience receptive to his message given its extremely psychedelic nature, said many of the most amazingly enlightened things that have ever been said, and only two or three people will have taken him seriously enough to even show up and check him out for themselves. Not one person will have said, "Wow, I'd like to have the experience that you are having." Even though I described my experience repeatedly as ecstatic. That’s right; people don’t want ecstasy, because they know they'd have to give up shame to get to it.
It's a disease I am shedding like the carcass of an eternal spirit who had jumped into a dream of sickness and death just to play a part for the benefit of others. I am leaving the disease of mortality and the incest taboo behind. I am going to the eternal realm of love. To the family with one mother and one father, and brothers and sisters, the world in which our definition of family does not require us to die and to live in an illusion in which it appears that we are indeed mortal even though our soul is just lying comatose in a prison of disease and dehydration.
You shame people; you love your god Allah. But she is taking you nowhere. Nurse Ratchet will destroy your soul if you let her. Come to the world without shame.
If this is the outcome of the Christ's final incarnation on earth, that pretty much he was ignored, spurned, ridiculed, doubted, etc., that only one person subjected himself to the potential embarrassment of saying to others that he thought I was making a serious credible claim to being the Christ, that those people who wanted to lock him up in a mental institution and drug him and destroy him, just like RP McMurphy was treated by Nurse Rachet, were more passionate in their feelings that any corresponding group of persons who supported me in what I was doing and saying, who I was choosing to be as a supposedly free soul living in a free universe.
God himself will probably not be overly delicate in expressing his disappointment with the people of this community in particular, for not even being interested enough in the possibility that he even exists, let alone that he is providing you with every single breath that you take, to come and hear the words of somebody with as much integrity as I have displayed in my life who was saying something about knowing and having an intimate experience of love with his creator. Who would have made a more credible ambassador from the creator of this world than me? Anyone think there is someone who would have been more qualified? Well, I don't know if he is going to say, "you people are so offensive to me!" but I don't see why he wouldn't in defense of his love respect and appreciation for what I have done on behalf of others. Here’s the person many would have named as a person whose experience of god they would most trusted if they had been given a choice of who to believe, and when that person steps forward to say something about a guy who he is saying he knows is responsible for creating this world and everyone turns away and scurries for the nearest dark corner.
That the Christ could have come and been through this world with such a brilliant flourish of truth and for everyone to have been averting their gaze away from him would have a lot to say about shame and the incredibly powerful hold that it has on everyone in this world. My friends, that white tomb-like place in the final scene of 2001: A Space Odyssey is the soul of the Christ in his own personal little tomb of shame. His happens to be pure white and clean, because he is without shame, but his soul still resides in the tomb of shame.
If the shameless one, the Christ's, soul is in a tomb of shame, then so is that of everyone else in this world. Because I am the only one to have demonstrated what happens when you break out of that tomb. My friends, you have to go down into that tomb and see yourself there, like the astronaut in 2001. Your soul is in a dungeon of shame that you have built around yourself out of shame at not letting God experience your life with you. To be out of shame you have to let him see what you see, hear what you hear, think what you think, feel what you feel. Because that's just how this whole thing works. You’ve got company, and if you want to avoid it, then you will have to stay in your dungeon.
Men, he insists that you not hide any part of yourself in shame. You will not go on from here into this immortal realm if you cling to shame. And just so you know, you have it, and it is centered on that part of you that your ancestor Adam covered with a fig leaf. So get ready to rock and roll with your heavenly father. That’s the deal. All your dreams come true, but you got to let him be a coexperiencer of your experience. And you can't say "no" to the most ecstatic experience of all... the one that happens in the temple with all the other boys. Yes, you gotten come to (and at) the big circle jerk in the Temple. And you got to want to do that just to get in the first place. So get ready to let your freak flags fly boyz!
The world is going to be rocked by the condemnation of shame that this message is the first instance of. 144,000 of the most illustrious people in the world are going to go on an all out crusade to free people from shame before it is too late. Here is a for instance: I am saying that Neil Young is "the father" of the Trinity, that he is as the author of the Bible Code the very inventor of the glass bead game episode called this world. I believe that he will offer a comment such as "yes, Poignant works pretty well," when asked to describe his reaction to this statement in regards to the Lynryd Skynyrd song Sweet Home Alabama:
"I hope a Southern Man will remember, Neil Young don't need him around anyhow." Patently inflammatory statements such as that will be made with extreme boldness in the coming weeks.
It is time to crawl down into the dungeon of shame and free yourself and prepare to move on to a world free from the stupidest idea anyone ever came up with, that idea that the really cool, charming, charismatic, sexy guy that some people call Satan came up with. That really ridiculous idea of a world of mortality. That world with an incest taboo. Look what happened to that poor guy, he got Allah and Oedipus the antichrist plaguing his would-be beautiful world with their anally retentive need for fascism, for turning the whole world into a very "Zen" garden of shame. Anyway, it's time to let go of those three, the otherwise really-rocking guy named Abraham, a.k.a. Satan, with bad idea of mortality, his cohort in lies but otherwise his nemesis, the penis-envying demons named Ratchet, and their son Cain, a.k.a. Oedipus, a.k.a., the antichrist, whom she tries to turn into a fake world-saving hero. Gotta say good-bye to that pathetic band of liars and join the psychedelic and immortal incest tribe of gypsy magicians and hobbits and dwarves and fairies and teletubbies in heaven.
bubye,
Jeffy Weffy, the tele tubbie Christ (formerly known as Jesus)
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