Saturday, August 6, 2011

Body of Lacquer & Paste


Sitting at a picnic table my Granddad built looking out over Rattlesnake Hill. Dr. Sigmund Rose is sitting on the table top—so is my beer can. I'm thinking about a book I'm reading right now that a friend I met on Facebook, through a doctor who has a book about killing about the top 1500 richest people in the world, eating them and dividing up all their assets around the globe so that humans can live on http://www.korporatekannibalkookbook.com/. I read another one of his books before called, Radical Honesty about 38 months ago http://www.radicalhonesty.com/. I was horrified with some of the ideas in book the whole time I read it, but I kept reading—I did it anyway. I read the book very closely, then I read another book closely that had nothing to do with it about Jack Kerouac and the Beat Generation, Desolate Angel by Dennis McNally. I read this by recommendation of the legendary Jean-Von Pierre who is the main character in my story called, A Ride with a Hipster. I then read Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky and I immediately documented Notes from Rattlesnake Hill which A Ride with a Hipster is part of. After I wrote the book I began to read it and decided I would contact the author of Radical Honesty, Brad Blanton and see how he could help me out. I figured he had helped get me this far...and unlike Jack Kerouac he was still alive, I invited him to read my book. I told him how his own work was an inspiration behind it. That was October 2009. Since then we’ve corresponded a few times and I sent him some 10 or so page radical extremist emails…so eventually he does what most people do in this situation, he passes me off to someone they hire to handle people like me. I wasn’t much longer before I got a personal visit from the CEO of Radical Honesty and the rest is history. But the book he told me to read in order to start my Lit Generation cult I eventually want to start was called The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. I of course have known how to convert lead into gold for many years (“its redneck knowledge” is what the guy who taught me said, we meet when he was on work release) so I decided to read the book hoping to find another way—like one that might be legal. Every tree seems to be smiling at me, maybe laughing too—The birds are quiet, quieter than the bugs are. Just a minute ago I was standing next to my truck, minding my own business, talking to myself when a bug flew and hit my upper lip. I was shocked. I have a vision of a giant wasp darting at me and stinging me. I shake it off after thinking about maybe posting something about it on facebook. People seem to like is when I give them the simple and honest details of my life on Rattlesnake Hill. It’s hard for me to describe my life as other people have described in popular terms. Instead I have to use symbols, pictures and emotions to make my point. The main reason for that is because since my life is never on schedule I don’t have routines to file into categories, except for the obvious ones like smoking tea, drinking and incessant thoughts of sex. Even a category as simple as “work” for instance becomes complex with little time and momentum—even as I thought about momentum that bug that I convinced myself wasn’t a wasp was a wasp, I was in denial about the matter. It tried it again, but this time I killed it. I like killing wasps, especially since Mike Lewinski (author of the blog Ontological Anarchy http://www.wildernessvagabonds.com/ ) told me about how parasitic wasps impregnate their larvae into other caterpillars which nourishes its development first by feeding off its non-vital parts. Then the larvae eat their way out of the caterpillar. Eventually the wasp larvae take over the caterpillar’s mind and turn it into a zombie.



Now I am going to kill all those sick fuckers. I just hope that doesn’t cause them to evolve even bigger. But if you think about it they are just like those very few, only 1500 people who are feeding off the rest of us, taking our labor, our money and our lives. I’m not talking about the abstract “so-called rich people” talked about by propaganda experts. I’m talking about specific people who can be pin-pointed and addressed and held accountable for what they are doing to the world. The elites who control the world and its popular culture are killing us from the inside, by deadening our culture and brainwashing people into killing themselves while they make a profit off of it. Are people’s interests in this country really much different from one another? Saint Mook is sitting over on the deck with the answer. Dogs have all the answers—its good they can’t talk…otherwise they couldn’t show them to us. A small hickory tree grows about 10 feet away from me that I thought was headed towards being a fag after it got burned in one of my famous fires, but a going two seasons it has reestablished itself and regained its connection to the sun. I use this word fag with emphasis for a special reason. I live not 30 miles from Westboro Baptist Church where the infamous Fred Phelps preaches from the pulpit.







Of all the topics in America right now at a social level this fag issue is at the front line of the debates. Phelps has pressed the issue that “God hates Fags” and I wish to explore the issue further. In contrast I live also not 30 miles in the opposite direction to the former home of the deceased and still influencing literary force of William S. Burroughs. This famous fag Genius in which God apparently places a blessing also brings
this fag issue to the forefront. So I have a famous fag to the east on my left from where I type and a famous fag hater to the west on my right. You may think I live in a fag vortex. Kansas is and always has been a center of controversy throughout history and is now the center of the fag issue.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brown_v._Board_of_Education

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bleeding_Kansas







Anytime society shifts Kansas most likely has much to do with it. Even before white people found Kansas, the ancient Waokans (who I talk about in Notes from Rattlesnake Hill) lived and breathed in Kansas. They do live, they live at another dimension we can’t see—they live among the ghost trees in the Valley of Echoes. I know their language and they taught me what a fag is. It’s easy for me to see now. Marriage has nothing to do with approval, it has nothing to do with government authority or having a relationship validated by church officials and laws. Nothing is more to be protected than love from religion and nothing more important than your personal affairs from the government. The government ought to not be allowed to know who you spend your time with. There is no reason for it to know you that well. Marriages are for the most part a fable anyway, hardly anyone can live this ideal out, even the people who believe in it. As for religiously speaking the fags, the fornicators and the reprobates are people in the Bible are not only limited to homosexuals.
This is so plain to see its barely worth writing down. So oblivious you’re probably annoyed I even brought it up. You are probably annoyed at me that I even starting talking at all, that I am bringing up this fag issue—that I keep writing it over and over again. Perhaps I am suffering from homophobia? Perhaps you are suffering from homophobic phobia. That is, you are afraid of those people whose live you defined by a single word. The fags I can tell you; have an agenda. I can tell you even more certainly that the fags who fuel the flame of righteousness and wrath have their own aims. The fags you are thinking of… might not be the fags that will fuel the flame.
The fags who fuel the flame are the ones separated from the source of energy and who have fallen from the tree,” The Tree of Life”. The fags are the ones who’s way of life is rotting, the sodomites who brainwash their children with fantastic religious ideals and bad mouth free expression as the devil’s work –they call it the devil’s work because they are the devil’s ultimate weapon, the Anti-Christ. Projection is its number one tool. He is all around us, penetrated into every vapor of reality, recognize him cast him into the fire! So a fag is a broken limb from tree, it could be male or female, gay or strait. Could be that shitty story I started writing?



A fag is something if you were camping you might collect many to start a fire or keep one going. If you lived in the middle of a goddamn desert and ymou were in a nomadic goddamn tribe you might collect them as you walked since there aren’t many goddamn trees and its gets goddamn cold at night. Wood in fact isn’t very abundant in a goddamn desert. Anyone with any sense would only burn fags and not cut down the trees in that environment. I’m fascinated that our culture was cleaver enough to come up with a slang term out of a biblical analogy. impressive how our culture was intuitive enough to pick up Sigmund Freud’s ideas about oral fixations, put two and two together, combined with French, wow…it would seem that Biblically speaking that not all fags are homosexuals, fags even though the term is not really in the Bible we know them as Sodomites and reprobates are not just homosexuals, but rather people of a certain sinful nature, in which a shitty society would include forced sodomy which would be looked at as fortune to the one doing the forcing and as humility to the one having it forced on them.



Someone who fucks someone up their ass is different from your average gay person. To a real fag this fucking has nothing to do with love or even pleasure, it’s only about control and dominance over others. The wicked certainly are among us. It may also very well be that not all homosexuals are fags, it is my personal observation to see that some homosexuals I know are very much engaged with life and connected to its source.



I still make the bold argument that Fred Phelps is also connected to that source, doing his part in the advancement of ideas and I love him and hope God has mercy on his soul if there is a God. It would be counterproductive to hate Fred Phelps for repeating what is in the Bible, why not just hate the Bible instead? It’s better to hate a book or a religion than a person. I now think what is underway is the tetonic plates of social structures are shifting and what primarly is causing the movement is the evolution of the Christian religion.







In order to win-over the next version of reality, we must be unified or we will probably lose over and over like we have until finally every being knows their life to be a functioning part of one life that is all there is.







For us to go to heaven…the whole purpose for life is to see only one life and let delusions of separation and being special die—as soon as greed is destroyed there is no point in meditation or prayer, every moment is a sacrament instead. Scriptures and ceremonies are embarrassing once the connection is made to life, the truth becomes crystal clear. After that it’s easy to see the twist people put on things when they speak, you see how they can’t listen and just want to talk, all for self-image. A hummingbird just flew into the window as I finish this up inside the cabin on this 101 degree day with the AC blasting inside the cabin which proves my evolution from a rugged idealist, shows I knows how to improvise and care about my own comfort just like everyone else. I understand that these topics make people uncomfortable. That is the whole point. The Christian theology has changed its focus and its emphasis to accommodate for lack of acceptance. There is no reason to keep secrets.





This religious indoctrination and lack of openness to the ideas of free thinkers, new creations from the same source that brought forth the universe is spiritual molestation. If there is a righteous God in heaven than certainly they will be the one’s who deserve to be cast as fags into the hell’s flames for they are no longer connected. When Mike told me about the way wasps use caterpillars as a host he included that when Charles Darwin discovered parasite wasps he was troubled in reconciling the facts with his religious belief that God was a loving creator. “ I can not persuade myself that a beneficent and omnipotent God would have designedly created parasitic wasps with express intention of their feeding within the living bodies of Caterpillars.” Charles Darwin Darwin, typically thought of as a hardcore atheist in fact was not necessarily true. Darwin was heavily influenced by Christianity. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charles_Darwin's_religious_views
I begin to see an interesting similarity between Charles Darwin and Fred Phelps—they both are willing to not ignore the harsh cruelty that is inflicted upon creation (by whatever created it), the vulgar reality that God allows suffering, the harsh truth that every day we see people who are living in hell. A common response I hear to the protests Westboro Baptist Church is that they are not “real” or “true” Christians. I object to this point. I think they are the only true Christians and also the fags who will fuel God’s fury if there is a God. I have also heard people say things like “God loves everyone”. These are people who say they are Christians as well (people who believe that there is heaven and hell). Are we supposed to believe that God loves the people in hell? I would rather be told something I don’t like, such as “God hates me” and have it be true than to be lied to. I appreciate Phelp’s honesty. The Christian religion is evolving, recreating itself as an accepting and loving religion without even noticing its own will to keep itself alive in any way possible, even if it means violating its own beliefs. The bible repeatedly talks about God’s wrath against people who he hates. I admire Fred Phelps for being forthcoming about this. I hope it is true as well, I hope God destroys all spiritual molesters who call themselves Christians. Most Christians are just liars, they will tell you anything to try to get you to adopt their beliefs in order to try and validate it to themselves. They are brainwashing agents just like the parasitic wasps, they feed of us from the inside—stealing our thoughts. Coming in the disguise of parents and friends they talk about love and then look what they vote for—they talk about freedom and look what they vote for— They say they love America, but at the same time they are destroying democracy by using there same molester tactics in politics as they use on their children to brainwash them—to control their minds and limit their potential. These are filthy reprobates, children of Satan, who lie with each other, isolate themselves and breed like Sodomite colonies until they die like a tree without water. The reason I began reading The Alchemist is because I was looking for some secrets to use as a the basis for starting a Lit Generation cult, to counteract the Christian religion and it’s madness—so I would have some information I could tell people would give them power over others. The book offered the idea of turning something ordinary into something raren. I thought I was strong enough to help, but it turns out I don’t have any answers or any secrets and now I can feel the larvae eating through me.