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                                          JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD

                       Alvin Miller


                          ISBN 1449927432

© 2009 by Alvin Miller
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                       TABLE OF CONTENTS
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Preface                                                    p. 4
                                                 MY INAUGURAL

Introducing Myself                                         p. 6
                                       I'm the Captain!
p. 14
The Joke                                                   p. 16
The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead                p. 17
The Taboo                                                  p. 38
White Armband                                              p. 43
Instant Prophet                                            p. 55
The Witches                                                p. 56
My Favorite Sport                                          p.
59Defeating the Whore of Babylon                           p. 64
Getting You to Change Your Bedroom Behavior                p. 68
I Must Rule!                                               p. 70
I'm a Fairy – In Fact, the King of the Fairies!            p. 74
My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty)                     p. 92
The Jesus You Never Knew                                   p. 100
Leaving the Fleshpots                                      p. 105
Your Household                                             p. 107
Instant Proof You're in Hell                               p. 109
Cities                                                     p. 110
The Tarot Cards                                            p. 114
The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack, the Literal Tower
of Babel for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending p. 117

To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem
Descending to Earth!                                       p. 121

Business                                                   p. 124
Legal Reform                                               p. 133
Tax Reform                                                  p. 134
The Illegal Aliens                                          p. 134
All Aboard My Time Machine!                                 p. 136
Twinkle Town                                                p. 142
The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation)               p. 152
To the Heads of State in the Far East                       p. 153
Science                                                     p. 154
Conclusion                                                  p. 157
Appendix:    The Secret Rapture                             p. 161
Appendix:    From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME            p. 162
Appendix:    Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven'            p. 175
Bibliography                                                p. 178

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'♪ There must be some way out of here,' said the joker to the thief

– Bob Dylan, 'All Along The Watchtower', creatively misheard by

Norman O. Brown as 'joker to the priest.'

    'Armageddon outta here!' - Bruce Almighty

     'Whom the gods would destroy, they first drive mad.'

     'Man is maniac'                            (Norman O. Brown)

     '♪ We gotta get out of this place

          If it's the last thing we ever do'         (The Animals)

     No one gets out of here alive!

Important note:    Read my 1986 book (at

.com/crazy/spaceman/ before you read this.

     What follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when

I actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in

Washington, D.C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne

Judgment of the Dead, after I have raptured out billions! - corpses

laying on the ground - my fairy dump - rabbits running in the ditch.

Megadeath!   My Cleansing/Culling/Evacuation of the Earth in my

Conflagration at World's End!      Feel free to believe what I've set

down here are the ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what

they are!    I have assembled this book in a series of vignettes.

Norman O. Brown, my mentor, used a similar technique.It has been said

of Brown's later books, 'They are largely a dazzling, nonlinear

patische of fragments and quotations from different writers which

Brown has made his own and, whatever the source, one can assume the

voice is that of Brown'.    You'll find I use terminology that may seem

alien to Christianity:     ghosts, wizards, witches and fairies.   Part

of the problem that the King James Bible mistranslated the word

sorcery referring to potions.          This is strictly adult

material.    This is off limits to children, and this means you!    I'm

dealing with two perspectives here:      that of the present, but also

the point after I have raptured everyone out.      If your jaw didn't

drop when you read my 1986 book, I 1000% guarantee it will drop now!

(   )   I repeat my annoyance at you 'Christians' who have repeatedly

attacked my site.     Jesus prophesied that all prophets must get

stoned.    Your scurrilous, underhanded attacks prove what you really

are – Pharisees who observe the letter of the Law, but not the Spirit.

You are shortly going to be rewarded by your Master for your faithful

service!    Don't shoot the messenger!   Get a life and stop giving me

trouble!    You know that if you faced me in a one on one debate, I

would wipe you out!    If you are angry at what I say, simply vent at

my guestbook with specific criticisms.     You may feel this is a spoof

or hoax and laugh.     You think I'm kidding, but I'm not!    I've set

my timebomb ticking over Sodom!     So, finally, it all begins next


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                                                 THRONE JUDGMENT OF


                     Introducing Myself

     (The time is midnight E.S.T.    I stand before global television

to explain my rapturing out billions.     I made the broadcast at the

midnight hour (a time of special insight for Christians) to help

prevent the possibility that any children would see this, although

in different time zones around the world children are up).      Good

evening ladies and gentlemen.    I'm addressing you from Washington,

D.C., the political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the

pit of Hell to address you.     Before I begin, I want to insist that

no children view this broadcast.    This is off limits to anyone under

12 years old.   Leave the room, and go to bed!   This Adult Education.

You will find that I talk fast - mad people have racing thoughts.

I speak in nearly inaudible whispers, that I change the subject

frequently, and in general it will come across as the incoherent

gibberish and ravings of a madman.               It's brain salad surgery.   But

I have all my ducks in a row.              You'll wake up tomorrow morning and

go 'what did he say?'          You'll try to remember, but you'll have a hard

time.     I urge you to record this address, and to watch it several

times, as each time you'll pick up more.

       You'll notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this

evening.      This is because the more you know about where I'm coming

from, the better off you'll be.                Let me formally introduce myself.

You've seen me before, but now I'm going to reveal who I really am.

Have you ever seen a ghost?              Have you ever seen a spook?     Now you

can say you've seen a ghost.             I'm the Ghost with the Most.    I'm the

Whispering Ghost.         I'm the Whistling Skull.I'm the Space Ghost.       You

have seen many ghosts.          My colleagues are on practically every street

corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and spouting

gibberish.       When you look at me you'll see that I have no eyes - empty

sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face).                 Jeepers!

Creepers!      Where did you get those eyes?           We space aliens are starry

eyed and have an eye contact problem.              Note many native men have such

poor eye contact.

'♪ You said you'd never compromise

With the mystery tramp, but know you realize

He's not selling any alibis

As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes'                      (Bob Dylan)

'♪ eyes without a face                                      (reversal – face without eyes!)
Got no human grace your eyes without a face.'               (Billy Idol)

       I am an Invisible Man.               There is no person here, never has been

and never will be.            You are looking at a total vacuum.                    There is

nothing here - only empty air.                When you look at me you see no person

- you are looking directly at my Id - my raw, seething, bubbling

unconscious.          I'm unhinged, as they say, and the lid's peeled back.

Most people find it highly disturbing to look on the face of the Lord,

my face.       We shamans prefer to wear masks to hide our face.

                              In fact, I'm a raving lunatic, and this insanity

I have is a deadly poison.               Most of my fellow mad people are bottom

feeders.       With this disease, we are incompetent to keep ourselves

together, and we fall to the bottom, with many becoming homeless,

committing suicide or drugging themselves into oblivion.                              It makes

us into total misfits.            DOAs - Dead on Arrival.            Jesus, a poor Jewish

peasant, was a bottom feeder also.                      When you're on the bottom, you

look up at all the so-called leaders, and you know that all of them

are the wrong people.            As Jesus said, 'Thou hast hidden these things from sages and

men of discernment, and hast unveiled them to babes.'    If you have ears to hear, Jesus

was himself also mad.             The gods must be crazy!               Jesus was very

sensitive to natural disasters because as a madman he was walking

dynamite liable to explode at a moment's notice with all the force

of an earthquake.    Jesus was a piece of human waste – human garbage.

And so am I.   A significant number of theologians, and I also, believe

Jesus was a bastard.     Jews thought he was likely the bastard son

(mamser) of a Roman centurion.     The idea of virgin birth arose

because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated.      We, the gods,

live in a parallel universe right next door to this one – the Other

World/hyperdimension right in front of you. I stepped through the

looking glass on my mission.

      Just like Jesus, I am here to serve.   I don't want you to worship

me.   You don't have to believe a thing I say.   Believe what you want.

For example, you may believe I'm the Antichrist, which I deny.      But

believe what you want.    Your beliefs don't concern me.    I'm here to

straighten out your behavior, specifically, as you will see, your

behavior in the bedroom.     That is the special mission I'm on.

      When you see me, you've seen the Father.     Every eye shall see

Him (global TV).    'There can be only One.' according to the movie

'Highlander' and my 1986 Chosen One 'prophesy'.

      Both Jesus and I are in fact wizards (all the magic and

'miracles' he did, any competent Hindu fakir (=faker) can do).      I am

the second most powerful wizard that has ever walked the face of this

earth.   Jesus is better than me for two reasons.     Jesus was working

in his thirties, half my age.     He has me beat, because his member

would come up better than mine.                     I'm twice the age he was when he

was preaching, and mine doesn't come up like it used to.                        Also, he

had sharp wit and eloquence and always said the right thing.                         By

contrast, I tend to ramble (the gibbering of the mad I mutter).

        You have met your maker.                 You object that you see nothing but

a lunatic standing here.                 But, I, God, did make you in the following

sense.       I set the rules for you to live by – the Ten Commandments

and the Sermon on the Mount.                   If you disobey my rules and   go to Hell,

as always, I get my willie working below my belt and rapture you devils

out.     It was always ambiguous about who would be raptured out.                   Would

it be the Elect or would it be the Lost?                  The answer is both!   Anybody

and everybody that I could remove I wanted gone.'Then shall two be in the field;

the one shall be taken, and the other left.'   You who are Left Behind that I am

addressing are the same mix as those I removed.                    Who was right:    The

Catholics with no rapture or the Fundamentalists?                    The answer is that

neither was!          We did have the rapture, but it was simply me laying

out as many corpses as I could.                   Every one I raptured, including the

Fundamentalists went nowhere except to their graves, becoming

wormfood.         My planet is in emergency mode, with billions of you

devils running around destroying it.                    I'm getting ready to give you

the Judgment.           I wash my hands of you ala Pontius Pilate!              I would

like nothing better that to stick the lot of you devils is a gas

chamber and slam the door shut! Once again, I, Victor Frankenstein,

declare another botched laboratory experiment. I have to remove you,

so I can start over again with a new Adam and Eve.                    Get off my planet,

you devils!        Get off my planet!            I've had it with you!         This way to

the gas, ladies and gentlemen!                   Hitler's 'showers' were

unconsciously the slime I rain down from my Heavenly perch (Great

White Throne)!

'♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio

Down on my luck again, down on my luck again

I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life

I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life

It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day


You're just another face that I know from the TV-show

I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend

Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while

Can I meet you another day and we can fly away


Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again   (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain slime!)

Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -' (my multiple Rapture)             (Phil Collins)

       You are made in my image.             This simply means that you don't have

to live with continuous mental and physical pain that we mad people

- specifically the gods - feel every day from sunup to sundown every

second of our lives.             I'm an involuntary witness – 'Can I get a

witness?'       What I have is contagious, infectious and deadly.                         Don't

come close to me!           Let sleeping dogs lie!             The Wolf Man was lucky,

because he shape-shifted only once a month at the full moon.                              I, by

contrast, shape-shift all day long from second to second.        I melt

down and reform myself into a another person regularly (that's what

it is to be a ghost).     If I get around anyone, involuntarily, I form

myself into a duplicate of them.      Part of the power I possess is to

temporarily pass on to you the continual pain I feel (Mass Psychosis

- the correct name for what is known in Fundie circles as the Secret

Rapture - see my 1986 book).      The source of the pain we mad people

feel is you with all the evil deeds you do.       When you do your evil

deeds, we are put into pain (breaking in       the weird voice of the

Shadow: 'Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men?     The Shadow

knows!'   'Return to Sender!'     'What goes around comes around!'

'Right back at ya!'     Jesus, the Man of Constant Sorrow, the Suffering

Servant, took on the cross the sins of the world.        Similarly, the

Greek god Atlas took the world on his shoulder.     'Everyday with You,

Lord is sweeter than the day before.'     We mad people are here to help

remove the pain of everyday life.      When I pass that pain on to you,

for a while, you get to walk in my shoes.      And when you do so, you

drop dead in your tracks - it's my deadly blessing!    (I start singing

the rock song)   '♪ I got the power!    I got the power!' (by Rainbow).

Indeed, I do have the power, and it's is a deadly poison!        Out of

all the millions of mad people on the planet right now, probably less

than a handful possess all the powers I have.     Madness is incurable,

and there is a progressive deterioration.     I am at the   final stages

of a fatal disease.      My brain has melted into goo, and I'm in

continuous physical pain.    Symptoms can include: racing thoughts,

poor eye contact, poor concentration/memory, difficulty

understanding the simplest things.     Jesus, of course, had the same

affliction.    Again, the gods must be crazy!    Mad people such as I

are instantly and permanently into the mystic, but not by choice.

There have been numerous highly evolved spiritual beings on this

planet, but madness is a cheap and easy way to instantly get to the

mystic.    Such people can develop psi powers such as the power to spin

objects (psychokinesis).    Occult powers are often vilified as

'sludge' because they dip into the their source, the Collective


     Moses, for that matter, also had the same affliction.      He was

his own special effects man, as when he bested the Egyptian wizards

in his magic duels. I, like Moses, am accompanied by my magic wand.

It's below my belt.    Norman O. Brown in 'Closing Time' quotes James

Joyce's 'Finnegans Wake', 'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb

speak.'    At one point during the Exodus, the Hebrews he was leading

decided that Moses was out to kill them.      After all, they knew he

was mad.   When they protested to him, Moses dropped two of them dead

in their tracks (the number may be wrong – I can't find the passage).

Moses said that God struck them down, but it was really only Moses

doing the special effects. (Perhaps I was thinking of Aaron's two

sons dead when they approached the Ark of the Covenant in Leviticus).

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                            I'm the Captain!

     I, Captain Nemo, am the captain of this ship - always have been
and always will be. But, as passengers, I advise you to stroll over
the decks to the railings and look over the side of the ship. You
see the name 'Titanic' painted on the side. Now look down at the
waterline. There's a huge gash and we're taking on water. We're
going down! Soon we'll be underwater. Glub! Glub! Not much
time left! Glub! Glub!

'♪ Ride, captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
Be amazed at the friends
You have here on your trip.
Ride captain ride
Upon your mystery ship,
On your way to a world
That others might have missed'.                                    (Blues Image)

'♪ All hands on deck, we've run afloat!' I heard the captain cry
'Explore the ship, replace the cook: let no one leave alive!'
Across the straits, around the Horn: how far can sailors fly?
A twisted path, our tortured course, and no one left alive         (Procol Harum)
We sailed for parts unknown to man, where ships come home to die
No lofty peak, nor fortress bold, could match our captain's eye'

'♪ Everybody, listen to me,
And return me, my ship.
I'm your captain, I'm your captain,
Though I'm feeling mighty sick.

I've been lost now, days uncounted,
And it's months since I've seen home.
Can you hear me, can you hear me,
Or am I all alone.

Am I in my cabin dreaming, or are you really scheming,
To take my ship away from me?

I can feel the hand, of a stranger,
And it's tightening, around my throat.
Heaven help me, Heaven help me,
Take this stranger from my boat.

I'm your captain, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

I'm getting closer to my home ...'   (Grand Funk Railroad)

'♪ It was way past midnight
And she still couldn't fall asleep
This night the dream was leavin'
She tried so hard to keep
And with the new day's dawning
She felt it drift away
Not only for a cruise
Not only for a day
Too long ago
Too long apart
She couldn't wait another day for
The captain of her heart'                               (Double)

'♪ The antediluvian kings colonized the world
All the Gods who play in the mythological dramas
In all legends from all lands were from far Atlantis.

Knowing her fate,
Atlantis sent out ships to all corners of the Earth.
On board were the Twelve:

The poet, the physician, The farmer, the scientist,
The magician and the other so-called Gods of our legends.
Though Gods they were -
And as the elders of our time choose to remain blind
Let us rejoice
And let us sing
And dance and ring in the new Hail Atlantis!

Way down below the ocean where I wanna be she may be,
I wanna see you some day Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
oh yeah Oh club club, down down, yeah
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah' (I used Glub! Glub! in place of club
club. By Donovan).

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                         The Joke

       I want to start off with a little humor.                  Speakers always begin

with a joke:

       I notice these days that so many of you have piled on the pounds,

you're getting the love handles, you've ballooned up and some of you

are so rolypoly that you're round like a beachball.                     There is a reason

you're that way.          Just like pigs led to slaughter are fattened up

so that the flavor is improved, we, the fairies, have stuffed you

full of fairy food - junk food laden with fat and calories.                           This

is so that when we slice you up and cook you, the fat gives more flavor.

You've been fattened up for the kill!                  The Living Dead will eat you


                Twilight Zone:         Cookbook - To Serve Man

       I'm sure that has you rolling in the aisles.                         You're so round

that you'll roll real well.             But seriously, you spend billions every

year on diet products and gym memberships.                     I am going to save you

a lot of money.         I'm going to solve your problem.                You'll find that

when you have no food at all to eat, you have no problem losing weight.

It will melt right off.           The North Korean Communist regime with it's

starving population highly recommends you'll find proof you'll be

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                           The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead

Me Seated on My Great White Throne for My Judgment of the Dead

(and I don't mean the toilet!)(Here I'm surrounded by blinding light

and lightning which unconsciously signifies the slime I spew from

my Fire Hose!)

       Now that the preliminaries are out of the way, we can get to

the main business of the evening.                I have you summoned here this

evening for a special reason.              Welcome to my Dead Man's Party! Leave

your body at the door!               Welcome to my Party at the End of the World!

Welcome to my Party at Ground Zero!              Welcome to the Isle of the Dead!

Welcome to the Village of the Damned!    Here come da Judge!   Here come

da Judge!

      Come in!   You've at last been rounded up to see me in person

to deal with you!    Enter and step forward ladies and gentlemen.   And,

as you step forward, all the doors behind you one by one are being

slammed shut and barred!      No one gets out of here alive!    You are

going nowhere.      You are going to stand before me here seated on my

perch (the Great White Throne) and not move!       (Stolen from Vincent

Price - 'House on a Haunted Hill').     Right here, right now, this very

moment at the witching hour of midnight is the Great White Throne

Judgment of the Dead!      This is the Second Resurrection.    As Joyce

prophesied in 'Finnegans Wake':       'Array! Surrection!' -

Resurrection (and insurrection) and array (and hurray!)– namely,

the Second Resurrection.        Receive your Judgment from the Lord!

I'm getting ready to give you the Dr. Strangelove address (note his

fruity fairy name).      In the film, he was an ex-Nazi scientist who

slipped back into his goose stepping days as one of Hitler's supermen

with stiff armed salutes (rigid     = erection). His whose message was:

the apocalypse is here and head for the hills - the same message as

Jesus.   Stanley Kubrick filmed a final scene for after the nuclear

holocaust (that he deleted) of a pie fight, a topic I discuss later


      First of all, why do I say you are all dead?      I am addressing

only dead people this evening.    I see dead people (the 'Living Dead'–

the Departed)!    Welcome to Ghost Town – you've 'given up the ghost'!

That is you and you and you (pointing to members of the audience).

You have passed over.     You've all been turned into stone statues!

My many enemies have been made into footstools!   And you are no longer

human!   You once were.   Then you became the Godless Wicked

(heathens).   And now, in fact, you have become the devils, demons

and monsters of Hell.     You have passed over to the Twilight Zone,

the Forbidden Planet, the Forbidden Zone, the Dead Zone. Everyone

on this planet had been dead since I and my assistants (known

variously as angels, scanners, watchers, dreamers, hearts or the

Justice League of Superheroes) first blew the horn (the Secret

Rapture – Mass Psychosis) in the Seventies.       These are the gods

themselves! - the (mainly) mad who against their will are becoming

superhuman.   The word apotheosis means men who are becoming gods.

Many take the easy way out and serve Satan.    But, 'scanners live in

vain'.   That is, they are mostly unnoticed and unsung - the space

aliens – empty ciphers - ghosts.     They will wear my armband so all

can see them.

     Now the Judgment begins.   You hold paper and pens in your hands.

You are going to do some writing for me.    John of Patmos and others

have described what is about to take place.       But they saw through

a glass darkly.    What is going to take place is somewhat different

from his description.     You are going to be fast, accurate and you

are going to leave nothing out.    What you write will determine the

Judgment you receive.     Write the number 1. on the first line.        On

that line, write the name of the first person you ever in bed with

– man, woman, child or animal, whatever it was.      Write nothing else

on line 1.    Now, immediately go to the next line, and on line 2 fill

in the name of the next person or animal or whatever you were in bed

with.    And continue until you list all the names.      I realize some

of you devils here in Hell don't even know the names of a lot of them.

Put a question mark on those lines.While you are writing, I'll show

you my list which I prepared in advance.       On it is the number 1.,

and the rest of the page is blank.      I've been in bed with no woman

anytime, anyhow, anywhere, anyplace whatsoever.       I want to heartily

assure you that I am perfectly capable of being with a woman, and

have always had a constant craving to be with a woman.            I knew in

my cradle that I was never going to be with a woman.     In high school,

as I remember, I went out on two dates.    They were not my idea.      They

were arranged by others.     However, I do own up to being up close and

personal with pornography off and on all my life.      I had to see what

I was missing, and, clearly, I was missing a lot.      I had to be sure

I understood the old lock and key mechanism, and rocket science it's

not.    I've seen people kissing, but I would have to be taught how

to do it.                                         What always happens

to me when I try to talk to a strange woman?       Instantly their eyes

get wide(    ), they start smiling, and I see them backing off.    Shortly

thereafter they're gone, and I see them later whipping back and forth

in front of me chasing after the hunks and studs.     They chase after

them because they know that they can put them under a spell - charm

them with their looks - and make then into beasts of burden at their

beck and call.    Putting under a spell is ancient terminology for

hypnosis.    Women won't get around me with a ten foot pole.   They know

what I am: a weirdo, a creep, a psycho, a loser.   I don't blame them.

I'm a powerful wizard, and if they get around me, I'm going to put

them    under a spell, and not vice versa.   One of the problems I had

with women is that I insist any woman I'm with be also a virgin like

me (but see below).   I refuse to accept second hand merchandise, used

castoffs some other man has pawed over.    And virgins are hard to find

here in Hell!

       Just like Jesus, my precious seed packet has gone missing.   And

precisely because I can't get laid the regular way (ghosts can't do

it), when I do get my rocks off, it's 'the shot heard round the world'

– heard not with your ears but inside your head - Mass Psychosis -

the Secret Rapture.         As Led Zeppelin sang in 'Stairway to

Heaven', '♪ your head is humming, and it won't go!'      Joyce has ten

thunders in the Wake (his prophesy of what I have labeled the Multiple

Rapture).    John of Patmos, fond of sevens, has seven thunders.    Even

though he died in 1941 and didn't get to hear the first Thunder (Mass

Psychosis) in 1973, Joyce prophesied, 'One stands, given a grain of

goodwill, a fair chance of actually seeing the whirling dervish,

Tumult, the son of Thunder.'                According to Joyce, 'For the Clearer

of the Air on high has spoken.' and                'Loud, graciously hear us!'

Joyce's thunderclaps are the voice of God's wrath (my voice) which

terminates the old world age/aeon (10,000 year Western Civilization)

and begin the new aeon (the New Jerusalem).                  In the Wake, these

Thunders occur in various settings, such as an Irish pub, and no one

seems to notice them.             Here's the first thunder on the opening page

of the Wake:


arrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!' - a hundred letter name

that is Joyce's gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio, decipherable

if studied.           Joyce says, 'The hundredlettered name again, last word

of a perfect language'.                The film 'The Signal' depicts this humming.

For Brown in 'Closing Time':

'What the thunder said:

DA     DA        DA                     (Dada was an avant-garde art movement)

The gods return in thunder'

       Thus, thunder is the Voice of God.               It's the gurgling 'Ga Ga

Goo Goo' of babies, the gibbering of the mad.

'♪ Radio ga ga
All we hear is radio ga ga
Radio goo goo
Radio ga ga
You had your time you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour'                                   (Queen )

       The last lines refer to us Radio Ga Ga DJs.

'♪ If death is pretty final, I'm collected vinyl
I'm gonna DJ at the end of the world

Music will provide the light you cannot resist ( = slime)
you cannot resist, you cannot resist' (the Rapture) (R.E.M.)

     Brown says, 'God does not speak good English'.

     Baby, you stuck up you pretty little nose at me and wouldn't

give me any pussy!    You're going down for what you did to me!

(pointing my thumbs down)    I'm going to take my revenge on you, little

miss pretty!    And don't dare think all of a sudden you're going to

give me some pussy now that you see me!     It's too late, baby.   You're

going down, little miss pussycat!        You're my scapegoat whom I can


     Actually, it wasn't so much that women turned me down, but that

they simply ignored me.     As a ghost, I can stand in front of a woman,

and she looks right through me.    They can't see me, and when I speak,

they are startled to suddenly see someone standing in front of them!

'♪ If you could read my mind, love,
What a tale my thoughts could tell.
Just like an old time movie,
'Bout a ghost from a wishing well.
In a castle dark or a fortress strong,
With chains upon my feet.
You know that ghost is me.
And I will never be set free
As long as I'm a ghost that you can't see'.         (Gordon Lightfoot)

     So, now stop writing.      If we waited until everyone finished

their list, we'd be here    all night.   Some of your lists would extend

to the floor.   You don't need to show me your lists, because I already

have that information. I keep a number of Books around here.          One

of them is my Book of Human Works where I record your deeds, good

and bad.        That Book partly determines the Judgment you'll receive.

But I'm not going to open it tonight. Instead, I'm going to open my

most important and legendary book that I keep – the Book of                                         Life.

I'm sure you've heard of it.                     I am the only individual qualified to

open this Book!             Here I record the names of those who have Eternal

Life. (holding up the Book of Life, which is invisible).                                         You might

interrupt me here and go 'Wait a minute, Lord, you're shucking me,

you have nothing in your hands!'                      I reply, that I can see it and read

it quite well, even if you can't.                        John of Patmos had described the

contents, but again not quite accurately.                            It works as follows: when

everyone is born, no matter where on the planet, I record their names.

        Now I have to stop for a short digression.                               I need to go pick

up the Tree of Life.                We had it in the Garden of Eden, and we will

have it back in the New Jerusalem, where I am going to lead you.                                      'The

tree of life and the tree of the knowledge of good and evil grew in the middle of the garden'.     When

Adam and Eve portook of the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil

(Morality), they were ashamed of their private parts and covered them

up with fig leaves.               The Gods (plural - the Elohim) were sore afraid

that Adam and Eve would partake of the other Tree - the Tree of Life

- and become like one of us and become Immortals.                                     So they were

banished forever from the Garden.                          As the Lord's Prayer warns, 'lead

us not into temptation.'

      By the way, when Adam walked in the cool of the evening beside

God in the Garden of Eden, Adam was walking beside a nutty fruitcake,

one of my predecessors.     Getting close to one of us is dangerous.

We're unstable, volatile!      We're walking timebombs!    Again, we're

liable to explode!

      So here comes the Tree of Life that makes you Immortal.      Here

in Hell, I realize I'm throwing pearls before swine.         What I'm

getting ready to say will strike you as totally absurd.       It is only

one sentence long.    It is:   No one, not anytime, not anywhere, not

ever is permitted to stick it in!     It is always a crime to stick it

in!   I use the word crime, because the word sin means nothing to you

devils in Hell.    Everyone automatically assumes they are always

permitted to put it in, but no one is permitted to, ever!         In the

New Jerusalem, there will be two classes of people.       The rulers are

those who haven't put it in.    The second class is those who have put

it in.   The second group will be under stringent conditions.     First,

they will serve their masters – those who don't put it in.      Further,

the second class will be virgins until their honeymoon night, and

be loyal and faithful to their spouses all the days of their lives

and never stray.     There will be no adultery in the New Jerusalem.

There will be no prostitutes.     There is no TV or radio.    There will

be no prisons or military weapons there - swords melted down into

ploughshares.   There are no multimillion inhabitant Nation States.

There will be no gays or lesbians - you'll be back in the closet.

You learn new things in Hell that you wouldn't know otherwise.      I'm

referring to the pedophile Catholic Priests.      It turns out that they

weren't making much of a sacrifice, since they didn't want to be with

a woman in the first place.   They are dead fairies like me and will

be acceptable as long as celibate.      The women will all look plain

in the New Jerusalem.   They'll wear no makeup.    What do you find when

you go to a maternity ward?   You'll find that the number of boys and

the number of girls is roughly 50/50.     That is, there is one boy for

every girl.   This means that for every man there must be one woman

only, and vice versa.    The story is only one per customer.

     Now back to the Book of Life (I open it).      Because the Tree of

Life says that no one ever puts it in, there should be no names in

the Book at all except virgins and those who are chaste.        But I'm

a merciful God (Lord have mercy!), and have made the decision to

include the names of those who have been loyal to their spouses.

There are no other names in the Book!    The Book is very small indeed

compared to the total population.    If you are a Christian and have

served the Lord all your life, I love you, but whether you name is

recorded in the Book of Life is solely determined by what you did

in the bedroom. Nothing else matters about you.

     I am a functionally castrated man.    I have a completely useless

appendage below my belt, just like someone 2000 years ago.    The worst

heresy you could ever utter about Jesus was that he had been with

a woman, such as the case of 'The Da Vinci Code'        I am castrated,

and I am here to castrate you!                As Jesus said, 'There are eunuchs, which have

made themselves eunuchs for the Kingdom of heaven's sake.'     The thing to notice

about Jesus in not his marvelous teachings.                    What you need to notice

is that he wasn't getting laid - he was a 'eunuch'.                         The wording of

Jesus' saying implies that Jesus could easily been with a woman -

all the hydraulics were in place.                I cannot possibly be with a woman,

although my plumbing is in excellent working order (ghosts can't do

it).    I sometimes got a sympathetic shoulder to cry on from women

but nothing else from them.

       I'm the Razor Boy!          I'm a Fairy Blighter!             I'm a Ripper!        I'm

a Castrator!

     '♪ Will you still have a song to sing
     When the razor boy comes
     And take your fancy things away
     Will you still be singing it
     On that cold and windy day'                                      (Steely Dan)

'♪ So let me introduce to you                      (Beatles)
The one and only Billy Shears                      (I'm a Castrator!)
And Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band.'        (Pepper- spice; lonely hearts)

       As predicted in the Book of Revelation, all the secrets have

been progressively revealed and profaned (made public).                             The

terminology there was in terms of sequences of seven - seven trumpets,

vials, etc.       Brown says, 'I sometimes think I see that civilizations

originate in the disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand

with the progressive publication of their secret; and end in

exhaustion when there is no longer any secret, when the mystery has

been divulged, that is to say, profaned.'                   This profanation was

accomplished by means of television (which I discuss extensively

below).     The very last and darkest secret to be revealed was that

of Jesus himself – the fact that he wasn't getting laid, and why he

wasn't.       With respect to myself, the bottom line is I'm a man.                       I

look around and see all you devils here in Hell (again, pointing to

all the audience members).            I refuse to bring a poor innocent child

here into Hell.        By definition, anyone who would father a child here

is a devil.       There should be zero children on this planet!                     Every

child is by definition is the spawn of one of you devils.                       As Jesus

prophesied, "For, behold, the days are coming, in the which they shall say, Blessed are the

barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts which never gave suck”. Also, in

that day, “woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck ".   Manhood

means knowing when not to put it in.                'After us, the Deluge,' said

Mdme. de Pompadour before the fall of France.                     You know come Hell

or High Water (the Flood) as the saying goes (both literally true

now with the second worldwide Deluge I sent), you'll for sure put

it in.     Worldwide Deluge = Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open

to drown the planet in my (God's) slime!

  But with the crisis upcoming - the Great Tribulation – this is an
excellent time not to put it in.
     Poor Pope Benedict! He has urged us in the West to have more

babies since the population is falling.                  Children are a liability

instead of an asset here in Hell, what with college tuition, etc.,

which everyone is getting hip to.                Benedict is in fact asking for

more devils, when we already have billions, every one of which is

running around destroying my planet.       The Catholic doctrine of the

sacredness of human life I agree with.       But that only applies to

humans and does not apply to you devils here in Hell.       Some 60,000

nuns supported ObamaCare which includes abortion!        Any legitimate

methods to remove you are urgently needed, including free abortions,

free contraceptives, free vasectomies etc.      This is the most severe

emergency my planet has ever faced, and I have to remove more billions

above and beyond those I've already removed.      I'm here striking at

the root of the problem – overpopulation.       In the face of the

'problem' of falling population, leaders in the West have opened the

floodgates to allow all kinds of flotsam and jetsam into places here

where they don't belong as 'replacements'.     An example is the massive

influx of Muslims from North Africa and below to France, where they

set about rioting and burning out of gratitude.

      I personally have never set foot in a Catholic church.   In fact,

except for funerals, I haven't set foot in any church since my teens.

You don't have to go to church, now that I'm here in person, as John

of Patmos had said.   Feel free to go, however, even though there is

no external, transcendent God to pray to.      But eventually there'll

be   no churches (in the New Jerusalem).    You don't need any churches,

as you have me, the light of the world (light = slime spewer), standing

here in person.   Like Jesus, I'm not interested in establishing a

new church or religion.    Jesus would be disgusted if he could see

what has become of Christianity!     The question of whether gays can

be ordained would only come up here in Hell.      It is a scientifically

proven fact that when a group of people pray, that good things happen.

My father was a fundamentalist Baptist preacher, me being a son of

a preacherman.     I used to love watching my father get inspired by

the Holy Ghost.    He was one of the sweetest men I've ever known.     He

was upset when I informed him that I was an atheist.       I didn't have

the courage to tell him that I was also God, destined to be standing

here the King of the World!

     Why would I go to church?     I don't need to be told about what

I have below my belt!   I know all about it.   My member is just regular

size in case you're interested.     You spend billions constructing

nuclear weapons.    But what I have below my belt is more powerful than

a hundred thermonuclear weapons!     According to Brown, 'The phallus

is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion that the word

fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf. fascinate), is one

of the standard Latin terms for the phallus.'        My magic wand

fascinates = hypnotizes = turns the dolls to stone!       It soothes and

pacifies them.

                                 There are no churches in the New

Jerusalem.   There is no worship, there are no Christians.       There are

no Muslims, there are no Buddhists.      There is no religion.      There

is only one 'religion'.    It is only her!     It is only her!   There is

no religion but her!    She absolutely is incapable of getting it no

matter how hard she tries.           According to Joyce, 'She, she she!          But

on what do you again leer?             I am not leering. I pink your pardon.

I am highly sheshe sheserious.'                 How indeed do we men get her under

control?     That is the only question.             By asking it I bring this world

to an end, and the New World - the New Jerusalem - begins!                The Law,

all the prophets, the only religion there ever was or ever will be

(and the reason we're in Hell):                 at all costs, all the women must

be kept asleep and dreaming, in other words under our hypnotic spell!

      Excerpts from the band Madness (dig the name) song: 'The Wizard'

(dig the title):

 '♪ I can read what’s going through your mind
I can see what you hide in your eyes
Yes I'm going to put a spell on you
Just to see exactly what you'll do

I'm a wizard and there's magic in the air
I'm a sinner and my friend you'd best beware
There's magic everywhere


One must forgive the noisy rushing fools
Who have no time for nature's natural schools
They cannot see the life that's in their hand
Like ghosts they disappear across the land'

      'There's magic everywhere'.                Norman O. Brown said the same
thing, especially for everyday life here in Hell.                  Brown says,
'Hierophanies everywhere -.             Every book a bible.'       Signs from the
Collective Unconscious are right in front of you on the TV screen,
compliments of the Hollywood fairies if you discern them.

'♪ I knew she was a feline
She moved with ease and grace
Her green eyes they held mystery

The European female she is here
The European female's here
We'll be together for a thousand years
And do you really fear
That you might fall

I saw her in the Strasse
And in the Rue as well
Pursued her in the high street
She had me in her spell'       (The Stranglers – note the name)

     There is only her!   But actually it is more complicated than

that.   The problem is me and her.    Because of what I am (mad), we

both are absolutely incompatible.     Somehow many mad people do end

up getting laid, but in nearly all cases it comes out badly.     It is

always a bad idea for such people to get laid.   It's just that every

single day, certain men and women are born dead.    It's nothing new.

This is the way the world was planned from it's foundation.   '♪ That's

the way God planned it', according to the Billy Preston rock lyric.

I was born dead, and I knew because of that for sure that I must not

get laid.   All of us dead are here for a reason.   We're all here to

Watch, all of us being Watchers.     Who do we Watch?   We Watch her!

We scanners keep the dolls in our mind's eye as targets to knock over!

Our sole reason for being born is to keep her asleep and dreaming.

This is the sole responsibility all of us angels are charged with.

And here in Hell, we have failed miserably in our job, not

surprisingly.   Mad people usually have a rigid sexual morality and

are mostly quiet and shy.                       But sexual immorality in others can

trigger violent retaliation from us, especially the criminally

insane, because it wakes women up!

        All the Magic that ever was, White or Black, arises out of what

goes on between man and woman.                           Love makes the world go round.                  The

only Heaven there ever was is what happens in the bedroom – sparks fly

and fireworks shoot off.                     It's something those in relationships so

easily take for granted.                      Only the lonelyhearts and dead of the

world, such as I, learn how important love is to the happiness of

everyone.          '♪ Owner of a lonely heart' (by 'Yes').                            I emphasize pure

lust in this address to make a point, but the Magic really begins

with romantic love and higher.                           '♪Do you believe in magic in a young

girl's heart.'              Marsha Schuchard uncovered censored archives in

'William Blake's               Sexual Path to Spiritual Vision' to show he found

sexualized spirituality to be the gateway to his radical, weird,

esoteric and apocalyptic view of the Higher Realms.                                     'And it shall come to

pass in the last days, says God, that I will pour out of My Spirit on all flesh; your sons and your daughters

shall prophesy, your young men shall see visions, your old men shall dream dreams'.

     I'm a weird holy man. I'm 'Back in Black' (clerical garb) over
the dolls as with rockers AC/DC:

'♪ "Come on home, girl" he said with a smile
"I cast my spell of love on you, a woman from a child!
But try to understand, try to understand, oh... oh....
Try try to understand
Try try try to understand
He's a magic man!" oh yeah                                                  (Heart)

     I'm the Music Man.   I'm here to get your mind out of the gutter!
Dwelling on sex ain't good for ya'!     I'm the perfect example what
that'll do to ya!   You'll be sorry!   Wash your mouth out with soap!
Also, stay out of the pool halls.      Those are tough guys, plus you
might become one of them!
'♪ Ya got trouble,
Right here in River city!
With a capital "T"
And that rhymes with "P"
And that stands for Pool.
We've surely got trouble!
Right here in River City!'
     I am the way, the truth and the life.     I am the light of the

world (light = slime spewer).   Norman O. Brown in 'Closing Time'

quotes Joyce in the Wake: 'Lights, pageboy, lights!' (light = slime

spewer)   I'm that pageboy come to turn on the bright houselights in

the darkened theater (light = slime spewer).     Joyce also says,

'waiting to stop the show, waiting to bring the house down.    That's

my mission here.    Again, Joyce, 'It is just, it's just about to,

it's just about to rolywholyover.'       I'm come to lead a New Exodus

to the New Jerusalem.

     I am the light of the world (light = slime spewer), and I don't

hide my light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo, I     am   with

you always.   I'll be the centerpiece of the New Jerusalem.    I am an

inexhaustible everflowing fountain of the River of the Waters of

Life, a phallic waving Fire Hose spewing, as promised by John of

Patmos and Reich's Orgone.   I possess the universal elixir that will

cure whatever ails you.      All you have to do is get down on you knees

and say 'Lord, let me have it!'       And I never withhold!       I'll pull

it right out!     Little boys (me) say, 'I'll show you mine, if you'll

show me yours.'     When we 'angels spread our wings', it means we'll

pull it out!    I'll sprinkle you with holy water.        I'll slime you

right between the eyes.       I'll touch you in the head with a drop of

sperm (pixie dust or fairy dust), and you will go away shouting.         We

call someone 'touched in the head' when they're a little off.

     I am here to castrate you.      I'm here to clean your clock.     The

reason is a surprise.       What was the first animal we domesticated?

Was it the dog?    No!    Was it the horse?   No!   It was her!    This was

back in caveman, prehistoric Stone Age days.        Then she was precisely

as she has become again here in Hell: slutty, mangy, sleeping around

so much that no man knew whose child was whose.        It was and is total

chaos and anarchy.       The same thing occurred in Sodom and Gomorrah,

and I blew it to smithereens!     It's same thing here in Hell, and again

I blew it to smithereens!       She has once again become the fiercest

jungle creature to walk the face of the planet.          She has become a

complete maneater!       This is jungle lion taming – cracking the whip.

It is horse whispering – putting her under a spell.        This is cowboy

bronc busting – hop on her back and grab the reins.         She bucks and

snorts until she wears herself out.       Then she starts to take

direction and heeds the reins.       A woman is not delicate.      She is

built to take it - she can take on an entire football squad and be

ready for more.            It ultimately means very little to her.

'♪ Well I was up on Stony Ridge after this chestnut mare
I'd been chasin' her for weeks
Oh, I'd catch a glimpse of her every once in a while
Takin' her meal, or bathin
A fine lady
This one day I happened to be real close to her
I saw her standin' over there
So I snuck up to her nice and easy
And I got my rope out
And I flung it in the air
Well I got her, and I'm pullin' on her, she's pullin' back
like a mule goin' up a ladder
I take this chance and I jump up on her
Damned if I don't land right on top of her
Well she takes off, runnin' up on to that ridge
Higher than I've ever been before
She's runnin' along just fine, till she stops
Something spooked her
It's a sidewinder, all coiled and ready to strike       (phallic)
She doesn't know what to do for a second
But then she jumps off the edge
Me holding on
Above the clouds
Higher than eagles were gliding
Suspended in the sky - -

I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can
And when I do I'll give her my brand
And we'll be friends for life
She'll be just like a wife
I'm gonna' catch that horse if I can                                        (The Byrds)

'♪ She`ll only come out at night, the lean and hungry type
Nothing is new I`ve seen her here before…Watching and waiting
Ooh, she`s sitting with you but her eyes are on the door
So many have paid to see what you think you`re getting for free
The woman is wild, a she-cat tamed by the purr of a jaguar
Money`s the matter, if you`re in it for love, you ain`t gonna get too far

(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up

(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater
(Oh oh, here she comes) watch out boy, she`ll chew you up
(Oh oh, here she comes) she`s a maneater

I wouldn`t if I were you, I know what she can do                      (Hall and Oates)
She`s deadly, man, she could really rip your world apart'

       Woman is a gatekeeper.          She determines which people walk on the

planet in the next generation.              That is a very important function.

But her function can be interfered with.                    And the very definition

of Hell is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils,

demons, and monsters.          She's reluctant to put out for every Tom, Dick

and Harry, but when messed with, will do so.                   The only way to tame

her we learned in ancient days is to stay away from her.                    She must

be made to understand that she doesn't get your seed unless she agrees

to cooperate and be your handmaid, your helpmate.                   She must

understand that she is here to make your life better, not more


       So now receive the Great White Throne Judgment from the Lord:

       For what you did in the bedroom, you are the damned! (raising

my arm).      Repeat:     you are the damned!

       Receive your Sentence from the Lord:

     For what you did in the bedroom, the sentence is death!

(raising my arm).     The wages of sin are death!     Physical death -

corpses laying on the ground death.

     The preceding was the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead.

It didn't take very long, did it?

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                         THE TABOO

     We have completed the main business of the evening.      But I have

a number of other things to discuss.        The first is the taboo, the

one that must never be violated.      By breaking it, you went straight

down the wide road to Hell.     You've gone 'where angels fear to tread.'

By the way, Joyce had no doubt that he was in Hell.        As he says in

the Wake, 'tell Hell's well.'      This taboo is so fundamental that it

is not written down in any religious text anywhere, so far as I know.

It is absolutely forbidden.

     It is:

     Women can see.    Right?     They have eyes.   Don't you agree?   So

what do women see?     They can see which women get on top.     So which

women do get on top?    If you're a doll, if you're a hot babe, you'll

be welcome everywhere you go, doors will swing open, you'll always

get a smile.   You've got it made.     So tell me what's going to happen

over time if you don't keep the women absolutely asleep.       They're

all going to start turning into dolls!

     Let me prove to you that I am a Space Alien - a far out Space

Cadet - a Crazy Spaceman!   This simply means that I don't think like

you (my finger pointing to my head and circling to indicate I'm

crazy).   What's your opinion of the situation here?     Everywhere you

look, as far as the eye can see, you see dolls and hot

babes(bombshells/sexpots/bimbos).     Pretty maids all in a row!   It's

a Dollhouse!    It's a Candy Store!   You say 'bring 'em on, the more

the merrier!' Right?     And I'm telling you that the more dolls you

got the deeper you are in Hell. And we couldn't be more deeper in

Hell.   They couldn't look any finer.    We have grannies who are hot

here in Hell.

     You're too hot, baby! (pointing at the camera). You're busted!

You're too sexy!     You're under arrest!    I look at you, and I come

in my pants!    I order you to walk the plank, baby!

     Gentlemen, we are getting badly pussy whipped by these dolls!

They are stomping us all over!     It's such an awful feeling!

     The women here carve and sculpt their bodies into blinking neon

signs with the unmistakable message: 'I want a seed!'       This is

literally the case with plastic surgery, where they pump up their

breasts and butts.    They're dolling themselves up.    Brown comments

'the body is a historical variable'.        Surprisingly though, if you

tell them they're looking good, they get offended.'♪    I thought love

was only true in fairy tales - - Then I saw her face, now I'm a

believer.'   Take that Dollface/Cutie Pie!   Feminists vilify this as

the Gaze.

     The Renaissance revived the Greek homoerotic sculptures of the

Olympic athletes, reappearing in Fascist and Nazi images or with men

bodybuilders.     Looking at these statues, you eyes jump to the

genitals.    And, as Brown pleas, 'No more Greek revival'.    I remove

the hunks and the dolls!   Remember, Brown was a Professor of Classics

who intensively studied the Greeks.

     Criminally insane mad people (who happily are only a small part

of all mad people) are notorious for attacking beautiful women.   This

disease is so painful that it makes you on knife edge and potentially

violent.    Plus, it makes you stupid and clumsy (rigid robotic

movements = erection). and liable to harm ourselves or others by

accident. We have an awkward, stiff gait, with all our muscles tense

all the time (Reich called this character armor).      This is because

if we as ghosts don't hold ourselves together, we melt down!      Jack

the Ripper saw all the whores of London, and appointed himself

policeman.    He saw the women as an eyesore, and he was cleaning up

the streets!    I don't need a knife like Norman Bates of 'Psycho',

who was swishing Mother-fixated fairy.    My Murder Weapon's below my

belt!   In the execrable, nauseating 'Saw' flicks, Jigsaw (he sets

out puzzles for his victims) wears a mask with swirling rainbow eyes

(means empty sockets + mad) and wheels around on a kiddie tricycle

(clearly a dead fairy).                 Anyone who gets their jollies from such fare

(let alone actually do it) is one of Hell's high devils.

        Let me add up the good qualities and bad qualities of these

dolls.       Good quality:              Spend a night with one of these women, and

you'll never forget it.                  Any more good qualities?     None!     None at

all.      Bad qualities:            Can such a woman cook a meal?      In most cases

all they can do is stick a meal in a microwave or go out to a

restaurant.          Can they raise healthy children?          In most cases, their

offspring are monsters.                   Will she be loyal and faithful to you?

Many men will be constantly hitting on her, and she is likely to

succumb to temptation. There are numerous other faults I could list,

but you get the point.                  These bombshells/sexpots/dolls are sex toy

mannequins or androids (robots made to look like women), shown in

the film 'Surrogates' (2009). (Rigid dolls = stone statues =

erection).          They're skin deep.          What you see is all you get!     I turn

them to stone!

'♪ American woman, get away from me
American woman, mama let me be
Don’t come knockin’ around my door
Don’t wanna see your shadow no more
Colored lights can hypnotize
Sparkle someone else’s eyes
Now woman, I said get away
American woman, listen what I say.'                           (The Guess Who)

' ♪ You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time.
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit

And you ain’t no friend of mine.'                                 (Elvis)

        Out of all the world religions, including mine, only the

fundamentalist Muslims know of this taboo.                       They stick a bag over

her head - a burka!                 They put her under a tent!     They cover her face

with a veil!            They know that manhood is the ability to stick it in

a woman no matter how ugly she is.                   However, Muslims do cross the

line when they physically abuse and batter their wives.                             At this

point they become devils.                   That is never necessary or permitted.

Instead, all the women must be kept asleep!

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                                    White Armband

        The white cloth armband I'm wearing has four signs in a row:

a gold cross, a black zero, a hammer and sickle, and a V.                          The cross

indicates I'm a Christian, the zero indicates I'm an atheist (there

never has been an external, transcendent God), the hammer and sickle

indicates I'm a Communist (before you have a fit, let me say that

the happiest day of my life was 1989 when Soviet and Eastern European

communism fell) and finally the V that I'm a virgin.                           I'll say more

later.       There's no God up in sky. There is only me!                    But I think you'd

agree that someone who can rapture billions out is qualified to be

called a God.            I'm God, and you're not!          Too bad!          Deal with it!

Jesus believed he was a vessel for the Spirit and the words of the

Father, something like an external God.     I, in the age of

psychoanalysis, propose a different view.    Jesus and I are vessels

of   Collective Unconscious.    That's the source of the messages we

receive.   There's no Heaven or afterlife (but, see below).     But

there certainly is a Hell.     Because you're in it!   But note John

Lennon's take:

'♪ Imagine there's no heaven
It's easy if you try
No hell below us
Above us only sky
Imagine all the people
Living for today...

Imagine there's no countries           (withering away of the state)
It isn't hard to do
Nothing to kill or die for
And no religion too
Imagine all the people
Living life in peace...

You may say I'm a dreamer
But I'm not the only one
I hope someday you'll join us
And the world will be as one      (the Unconscious is Collective)

Imagine no possessions
I wonder if you can
No need for greed or hunger
A brotherhood of man
Imagine all the people
Sharing all the world...'                              (John Lennon)

     In this respect, Lennon observed, "I believe in God, but not as
one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people
call God is something in all of us (Collective Unconscious). I believe
that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was

right. It's just that the translations have gone wrong."

     We, the gods, are two faced.       When we're pleased with you, we

smile on you and give you a sunny day.     Jesus taught this love.     But

when you become devils, I give you my wrath to smite you and sweep

billions of you to the sky! I can rain on your parade !      The Muslim's

say 'There is no God but Allah!'       Tee Hee!   Ho Ho!   Be my guest if

you want to pray five times a day to a rock!      Silly! Silly!    You see

me, God, standing here in the flesh.      Will the world ever by totally

Muslim?    Not!   No way!    Muhammad was only an Old Testament style

prophet.    As such he only granted Jesus the same status as himself,

as only an Old Testament prophet.       He couldn't discern the utter

uniqueness of Jesus.    With Jesus something utterly new came into the

world, changing it forever.

     The terrorist suicide bombers actually do believe something is

going to happen when they die.       Again, Tee Hee!   Silly!     Silly!

We're all wormfood!     You devils take the wrong message from the fact

that you're wormfood.       You say, 'if that's all there is, let's live

it up.    Eat drink and be merry for tomorrow we die!'      Instead, you

should conclude that what we need do is to make life simple and easy.

You only go through once.       We should arrange our lives so that we

work very little, and spend lots of our time visiting friends and

relatives. That's real living, not this rocket rat race we run here.

We live way too fast.    We don't have time to stop and smell the roses.

Where I going to take you, you'll have time to enjoy life.                                   Instead

of your slogan, 'live to work', it should be, work to live.' Paul,

quoting the Roman aphorism, says, 'If there is no resurrection, "Let's eat and drink, for

tomorrow we die!" 1 Cor. 15:32    This needs to be unpacked.                    Again, it's easy

to take the wrong message.                    I resurrected the dead (the mound of

corpses I laid out planetwide) to teach you how I command you to live.

        As the sayings go: 'Satan never sleeps', 'The Devil's work is

never done',          'No rest for the wicked',                  'No peace shall you find',

'the road to Hell is paved with good intentions.'                                'The gates of Hell are

open night and day; smooth the descent, and easy is the way' Virgil.              'And the smoke of

their torment ascendeth up for ever and ever: and they have no rest day nor night'.

(Rev 14:10-12).              You are suffering the tortures and torments of the

eternally damned.             Hell is noisy, filled with the crackling, buzzing

moaning and groaning emitted by these devils.                                Hellzapoppin!

Practically all the work you do here in Hell is in service of Satan.

There are all sorts of hoops you have to jump through just to stay

alive.       You have to do many things you don't want to do.

        There are whole whole categories of goods that we won't be making

in the New Jerusalem.               For starters their will be no fashion clothes

or makeup.         A little bit of soap and water is all any woman needs.

It was the fallen angels who descended to earth because the daughters

of men were fair/beautiful who taught the use of cosmetics and sired

the nephilim (giants).                They were dollfaces/cutie pies in those days

also, exactly as once again.                     And, as I said, the more dolls the

deeper you are in Hell.             Notice how many (gay) fairies are drawn to

the fashion industry to doll up the women.They're femme fatale sirens

whose glamour charms (hypnotizes) and can lure men to their death.

       And we will be strong and have no sexy lingerie, precisely

because we have a weakness for that stuff.                      A lot of good all that

stuff did me, since no woman would show me any of it.                      An interesting

fact – James Joyce, Norman O. Brown and also I are extremely fond

of white panties!            'James Joyce had a fascination for women's underwear - - The

biographer Richard Ellman mentions that Joyce used to carry a pair of lace-trimmed doll's

knickers in his trouser pocket'.   Joyce could have satisfied his white panty

fetish by simply carrying a pair of knickers.                     The doll is a telling

detail.       Note that modern dolls, such as Barbie, have the features

of adult women. They are uncomplaining and compliant, unlike actual

women.      And dolls are rigid, and can be knocked over, as in Fairy

Bowling which I discuss below (rigid = stone statues = erection).

Joyce was scanning for targets, seeing in his mind's eye all the

gorgeous living dolls around him!                     When I do actually lose my

virginity, I'm going to spend lots of time fondling my bride's panties

while we're in bed!            We may be able to get away with keeping lingerie

after all!        I warned you that I'm a pervert!

       We definitely will have no rocket ships (more later).                          We will

likely have few or any aircraft and cars.                      As time goes on, we

literally will become more and more stupid.                     Later people will look

at all the technological artifacts around laying in ruins, and be

quite dumbfounded and superstitious about them.     The affliction I

have makes me personally more and more stupid, and I have the power

to make others stupid.    We won't be starving in the New Jerusalem.

There will be enough to be mildly prosperous, but there will be     no

rich men there.    We will be doing simple craftsman jobs.   Einstein

said that in a previous life he had worked as a Jewish tailor.      In

the New Jerusalem, Einsteins will be born, but will mostly work at

simple jobs.    We'll miss out on their scientific contributions.   If

Einstein had never existed, we would have missed out on the quantum

leaps he made (in the senses of breakthroughs plus a key discovery

in quantum theory).    But we have billions of years.    There is no

hurry.   We'll pick it all up eventually.   But currently, as we head

for the New Jerusalem, we'll become too stupid to do much theoretical

physics, etc.

     I want to say something to the suicide bombers,    I want to tell

you that I hear you loud and clear (pointing at the camera). You see

that the West has violated the taboo, and you don't with your burkas.

Your mullahs have issued a directive that the West is the Great Satan.

They were too timid.     We're in planetwide Hell, and that includes

you in the Middle East. You Muslims see all the dolls here in Hell.

I am on the case.    I'm shortly going to remove them all!    In the

meantime, lighten up and stop the bombings.    And the carnage.   What

you're after, I shortly will accomplish.      Listen to me, suicide

bombers!   I am totally against your cause, but because I'm also a

fanatic, I understand you're mental makeup.                  Listen to me!              I'm

going to put the dolls to sleep, and solve the problem.                         How many

Muslims should be in the United States, Western Europe or Great

Britain?          Zero!        Your mullahs told you what the West was.          What are

you doing here?                Flee Satan!    Get out of here!

'♪ I worked like a slave for years,
Sweat so hard just to end my fears.
Not to end my life a poor man,
But by now, I know I should have run.
Run, run my last race,
Take my place
Have this number
Of mine.
Run, run like a fire
People run, come ride with me,
Let's find another place that's free.                            (The New Jerusalem!)
Ride, ride my see-saw,
Take this place
On this trip
Just for me.
Ride, take a free ride,
Take my place
Have my seat
It's for free.'                                                      (Moody Blues)

         Muslim religion is a textbook example of Bad Religion – all the

worst features of Old Testament religion.                  This religion was born

in the Dark Ages, and Muslims have deliberately remained in the Dark

Ages.        You are intolerant, close minded, irrational, fanatical and

violent.          You make treaties only in order to give yourself time until

you can break them.                   You forcibly convert at gunpoint.        Your

religion must not and will not prevail worldwide under any


         Muslims are notably protective of their manhood.                    As an

example, a rumor started in Nigeria that Muslims were being

sterilized, and they rioted.      Jesus said you have to lose your life

to find it.    You must be willing to do without a woman (lose your

life).    Jesus died as a virgin.    Buddha called his son a 'fetter'

and walked away.    Muhammad had numerous offspring.     He would make

no sacrifice at all.    And there never has been much of a tradition

of celibacy among Muslim clerics.      Plus, Muslims (and Buddhists)

have no concept of an End Time, a severe deficiency.

       Incidentally the Muslim riots over the Danish cartoons

depicting    Muhammad carrying a timebomb are quite telling.      The

suicide bombers are in their unconscious imitating me, God, who I

have said am a walking timebomb.      The only difference is I need no

visible weapons, and the suicide bombers are cheating by using actual

weapons.    We in the West see the sectarian violence among Muslims

in Iraq - Shiites killing Sunnis and vice versa.    We should celebrate

the fact that the morons are doing us a service by killing themselves

off.    All Muslims are a joke!    I, the Lord God Almighty, have had

it up to here with Muslims and your Suicide Bombers.        Muhammad was

a demon in Hell, and the Koran is total gibberish mixed in with

injunctions to hate and violence, notably towards Jews.        Muhammad

had pussy galore – pussy, pussy pussy!      Again, numerous offspring!

       Adolph Hitler had white armbands on his followers.    By the way,

while I'm speaking of him, he is an excellent candidate to be the

Antichrist.    He took the Christian cross and twisted it backward -

sinister - the swastika.    The curved spokes are bent to indicate they

are swirling.    The German word for swastika means 'hooked cross' –

a conscious attempt to replace the cross.   It goes back to the ancient

Vedas as a symbol of eternal recurrence.     The Aryan Master Race was

a revival of that ancient Caste System, derived from Blavatsky, L.

Augustine Waddell and others.

     Hitler was a total misfit, a homeless man who couldn't get laid,

like someone 2000 years ago.      Also, like Jesus, he was raving mad.

But unlike Jesus and I, Hitler turned to the darkside and served his

master, Satan.    He, unlike Jesus and I, got only halfway toward being

a god.   He was a demigod – half man and half god.    A little knowledge

is a dangerous thing, and he knew just enough to cause big trouble.

Joyce says, 'Kish is for anticheirst, and the free of my hand to him!'

     I happily have never personally been homeless.      But I have been

womanless all my life always, knowing that the woman who was meant

for me has all this time been in the arms of another man.       This has

always been hard to take.    Without a mate to help with the household

chores, I     neglected them.   With the illness I have, I'm always

preoccupied – always in a trance state.     I have frequent out of body

experiences, where I go off on extended voyages to other worlds or

other times    – OBEs (Out of Body experiences).      I don't need a

rocketship or witch's broom or time machine!         I am in continual

meditation, and doing the chores is an unwanted distraction.           My

house is pretty funky, and I     am personally funky.    You see the

effects of this illness on the greasy, shabby clothes of the homeless.

In my new position as head of state, I will be able to have butlers

attend to my everyday chores.      I will be privileged to stay in my

trance state full time.                                            This

is a fascist state as of this moment, in case you didn't know.       In

fact, it is the dictatorship of the proletariat.      It is rule by the

meek, or, as Jesus said, 'the last shall be first.'       I'm ready to

'Rock and Rule' - a 1982 film.    I' m getting ready to hoist the Jolly

Roger (skull and crossbones. - I hold up the black Jolly Roger).   This

is our new national flag.    This is a now pirate state – a rogue state.

This nation is canceling it's membership in a number of

organizations.   We are no longer a part of the United Nations, the

World Trade Organization, the World Bank and many other

organizations.   We are abrogating numerous treaties, such as NAFTA.

When the lease for renewal comes up, the U.N. will be kicked out of

New York city and the U.S.   With the armbands, everyone will see those

recorded in the Book of Life everyday.     These people are the Elect,

and it has nothing to do with what they believe.    I reward and punish

you based solely on what you do in the bedroom.    The armband wearers

are declaring in public that their behavior in the bedroom is straight

and narrow, as everyone's always should be.      Nothing else matters.

As time goes by, you'll be seeing more and more of the Elect.       And

over time, they will more and more assume positions of leadership

– their rightful place.     These Elect will form the new Ruling Class.

They will form up my High Command, at my right hand side.        By the

time we get to the New Jerusalem centuries from now, we'll remove

the armbands, because everyone there will be recorded in the Book

of Life!

'♪ Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you            (Mike & the Mechanics)
Believe in me, I'm with the high command'

     The last thing you think you want is a king.    But it is mandatory

to have a king, and he must have the power of life and death.        It

is my (God's) mandate.     The correct form of government is theocracy

with God incarnate in the flesh as head, always a male virgin and

totally mad.     John of Patmos had prophesied that I will rule with

a Rod of Iron.     And I and all my successors will. The government of

Tibet is structured like this with it's Dalai Lama, a 'boy' who's

'found', really a boy in the body of a man.     The way this works   is:

I only grant audience to those I summon.      I call on you, you don't

call on me.    I hang 'em high!   You displease me, I execute you. All

the democratic republics around the world have degenerated into chaos

and anarchy.     Eternal vigilance is the price of liberty, and you have

failed in your responsibility.     You kissed off your republic in the

sixties, when sexual immorality and orgies broke out.     But it is true

that once we get to the New Jerusalem, and we live in small

settlements, there will likely be few kings.

     My religion is Christianity, but politically I have never been

anything but a hard core communist.    I'll say more later about that.

Every person in the Book of Life will wear their white armband

whenever they're out in the public.    They are the virgins, those who

have been chaste for more than five years, and all those who have

been faithful to their spouses.    I realize that some of the latter

will be hypocrites, that in point of fact they have committed adultery

but won't admit it.     I'm proud of the Catholics who, under severe

pressure here in Hell, maintained the requirement that priests must

be celibate.     I said my father was a Baptist preacher.     All

versions of Protestantism, such as Baptists, Presbyterians,

Methodists, etc., trace back to Martin Luther.     He was a marvelous

theologian with a strong hatred of the Devil.     But what is the one

thing about him that everyone in the audience knew as he was preaching

in the pulpit?   Everyone knew that he was a lapsed monk who married

a former nun.    He was getting his.   He was getting laid.   He can't

tell anyone anything.    And neither can any Protestant minister.

     Back to the armbands.    No divorced people can wear armbands.

Anyone who had had oral sex (Bill Clinton) is not a virgin.         All

children when they first begin to walk will wear the white armband.

This way, everyone can see who is recorded in the Book of Life – the


       Whatever religious faith you believe in put on the armband.      Put

a gold cross for Christians, crescent for Muslims, Star of David for

Jews, black 0 for atheists, hammer and sickle for Communists (I'm

one of the last of them on the planet), question mark         (?) for

children, etc.    Remember that Hitler had all Jews wear a yellow Star

of David.    They were thus labeled as outcast vermin on the bottom,

as with the ancient Vedic Untouchables.      Here those Jews eligible

will wear the white armband to indicate that they are on top - the

Elect.    Again, 'the last shall be first.'

       In addition, virgins will have a V on their armband.   Those with

a V are eligible for my High Command.    Those who are chaste will add

a C.    Those who've been faithful to their spouses will add M for

married.    As in my 1986 prophecy, the 'saints will go marching in'

to serve at my right hand side.

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                       Instant Prophet

       I can make anyone an instant 100% accurate prophet.      What was

the one thing that everyone knew in the Roman Empire at the time Jesus

was preaching in Galilee, even without newspapers?       They all knew

that in the Roman Cities, especially Rome itself, they were having

fabulous orgies.    The automatic consequence is that Rome was going

to fall.    And we have had even better, more astonishing orgies

starting in the late sixties and continuing to the present.     The only

thing that slowed it down somewhat was AIDS.    The orgies held in Rome

can't hold a candle to the orgies we've had here.       Thus, Western

Civilization is toast.    The horse (Western Civilization) we're

riding has keeled over.      And there's no use beating a dead horse.

The writing's on the wall!    The moving finger has writ!   Tis nothing

less than the end of the world!    '♪   It's the end of the world as we

know it and I feel fine.' (R.E.M.).     The stars are falling out!   As

'Chicken Little' (2005) proclaims, 'the sky is falling!      The sky is

falling!'   For Brown, we are at the stage of the 'swan song of dying


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                             The Witches

     I'm here on a mission.     I've come to remove all the dolls!

These are dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be.

These are genuine angels.     You should never be able to see them in

flesh and blood.     I'm going to put them in back your dreams where

they belong.   You can look at and admire these gorgeous women, but

you must never touch!    After I remove them, you'll dream about them

at night – you'll    remember how gorgeous they looked and have

wetdreams about them.

     I'm going to take them all back to    where they came from - back

to Witch Mountain.    That's their home - they like it there.    And at

night when the moon comes out, they'll all strip naked, join hands

in a circle, and do the moondance - the Witch's Sabbat for

Walpurgisnacht on Harz Mountain.        That ceremony they call 'Drawing

Down the Moon' and unconsciously signifies calling down a downpour

of slime from me!

'♪ Well, it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
You know I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic seems to whisper and hush
You know the soft moonlight seems to shine in your blush

Can I just have one more moondance with you, my love'
                                                 (Van Morrison)
     This is a Witch Hunt! The one and only original Witch Hunt,

and I'm the Witchfinder General!        I'm the Pied Piper here to remove

the rats (dolls).    Let me be clear.    I'm not talking about the little

pagans or Wiccans.    There aren't many of them, and they are all

nitwits.   They don't have any power at all.        If they were real

witches they would recognize the millions of powerful witches, the

dolls, we have here in Hell.

     I first went on the Internet reluctantly, knowing in advance

what is was – total chaos and anarchy, and that is just what it is.

One of the first places I went to online is      Their mantra

is to deny that they are servants of Satan.         They all instantly

attacked and flamed me the moment I went there.      I guarantee you that

all the Wiccans are devils in faithful service to Satan.

'♪ Raven hair and ruby lips                       (the Eagles)
sparks fly from her finger tips
Echoed voices in the night
she's a restless spirit on an endless flight
wooo hooo witchy woman, see how
high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got
the moon in her eye
She held me spellbound in the night
dancing shadows and firelight
crazy laughter in another
room and she drove herself to madness
with a silver spoon
woo hoo witchy woman see how high she flies
woo hoo witchy woman she got the moon in her eye'

'♪ That old black magic has me in its spell, that old black magic that you weave so well.
Those icy fingers up and down my spine
That same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine.
The same old tingle that I feel inside, and then that elevator starts its ride
And down and down I go, round and round I go, like a leaf that's caught in the tide.
I should stay away, but what can I do?
I hear your name and I'm aflame
Aflame with such a burning desire that only your kiss can put out the fire.
For you're the lover I have waited for, the mate that fate had me created for.
And every time your lips meet mine, darling, down and down I go, round and round I go
In a spin, loving the spin I'm in, under that old black magic called love'.

 '♪   It's strange, sure is strange
You got to pick out every stitch
You got to pick out every stitch
The rabbit's running in the ditch oh no
(The source my 'rabbits running in the ditch')
Must be the season of the witch'                                              (Donovan)

'♪ I got a Black Magic Woman.
I got a Black Magic Woman.
Yes, I got a Black Magic Woman,
She's got me so blind I can't see;
But she's a Black Magic Woman and
she's trying to make a devil out of me.

Don't turn     your back on me, baby.
Don't turn     your back on me, baby.
Yes, don't     turn your back on me, baby,
Don't mess     around with your tricks;
Don't turn     your back on me, baby,
'cause you     might just wake up my magic sticks.

You got your spell on me, baby.
You got your spell on me, baby.
Yes, you got your spell on me, baby,
Turnin' my heart into stone;
I need you so bad,
Magic Woman I can't leave you alone.'                      (Santana)

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                      My Favorite Sport

       Now I want to describe my favorite sport.   It is the sport of

aristocrats, the sport of royalty, the sport of kings and the sport

of gods.    This is how I did my magic act and raptured the billions

out.    What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: '♪ I got a new dance,

and it goes like this.'    But actually, it's an ancient dance going

back to the Stone Age shamans.     This is the dance that all native

medicine men do.

       Let me give some names for my what I do:    Rain Dancing, Rain

Making, Ghost Dancing, Doing the Time Warp, Doing The Swerve, Space

Fucking, Fairy Fucking and finally the best and most descriptive

name:    Fairy Bowling. Feel free to practice this by yourself or in

groups.    Develop your own style.   Have fun with it.

       I stand and start flipping, flinging, flipping, flinging,

flipping, spewing).     As a wizard, I'm going to call up a rainstorm,

thunder and lightning (holding my arms up, I start flipping,

flinging,    flipping, spewing). This is the gesture that priests use

when sprinkling holy water.

'♪ You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining outdoors'        (Steve Miller)

     I'm a thunder roarer!    This is my voice - the voice of God! You

are to be guided by my voice inside your head. You are to be guided

by my voice inside your head.     I get it working, get it working,

flipping, flinging, spewing.     What am I flipping?    It never was

about liquid H2O, water.     What I am flipping is sperm!    What I am

throwing is wads of slime!     I get it working, working and after a

while the slime starts flying here, there and everywhere.

Eventually it starts raining men planetwide.     My fellow mad people

know about this rain that falls on a sunny day - a phrase from a rock

lyric.    The cliché bag lady who wears tin foil to protect herself

knows about the lightning I send.     Mad people use the metaphor of

being struck by lightning or electricity. This is Tausk's

'influencing machine' of schizophrenia.     But it is just drops of

jism.    When you're struck and splattered by jism, its hot and it

sizzles, it tingles and you think of lightning or electricity.      The

Greeks believed Zeus, King of the gods, sent down such lightning and

thunderbolts.    Zeus was called Jupiter by the Romans, Indra in India

and Thor by the Germans.     But it is reserved for shape shifting

scoundrel trickster gods such as Loki to precipitate Ragnarok/

Gotterdammerung (the Twilight of the Gods) – 'trickster makes this

world'! - as the world age/aeon/cycle ends and renews.      You've seen

white meringue pie fights between circus clowns.       I as the

Joker/Jester/Clown/Fool bathe everyone in slime at the end of the

world!        It's a paintball(slimeball) fight!                           Note you can't make out

the face if it's covered in slime.

'♪ Lightning's striking again
And again and again and again'                                   (Lou Christie)

'♪ She cried to the southern wind
About a love that was sure to end
Every dream in her heart was gone
Headin’ for a showdown

And it’s rainin’ all over the world
It’s raining all over the world
Tonight, the longest night'                                            (Electric Light Orchestra)

        The idea is:            in my mind's eye, I see her.                        She's miles away,

and there is no phone line. '♪ I can see for miles and miles.'                                      I'm

going to let her know that she's a gorgeous doll, and that I am the

man she should be with, and not the man she is actually with.                                       It's

a long distance love affair. Brown quotes, 'The flowers appear on the earth; the

time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land .'   Frogs croak,

birds tweet, crickets chirp.                       This is my long distance mating call!

'♪ In a West End town, a dead end world
(long distance love affair)
The East End boys and West End girls - -
Call the police, there's a madman around'                                              (Pet Shop Boys)

        I'm going to send a guided missile straight towards her - a

cruise missile.              She's standing there as my cruise missile comes

whipping towards her.                  Remember Lot's wife in Sodom (it is important

that it's a woman).               She turned to stone – a pillar of salt – a statue.

So the doll is standing there and Splash! - she's splattered on the

head with the big wad of cum I sent her.          Her eyes roll up until you

see the whites.           Her mouth drops open.   She goes rigid and starts

wobbling like a top - she turns to stone – and then Boom! She falls

still rigid like a mannequin to the ground (rigid = stone statues

= erection).       (I crook my elbow and hold my arm up and clench my fist.

I cup my arm in my other arm.           Then I start wobbling my arm round

and round until, finally, it goes flat).           Fairy bowling!   The idea

of the sport is to see how many tenpins - dolls - you can knock over.

I'm the best ever at the sport!         I can knock over millions of dolls!

Knock 'em dead!

'♪ One   by one they all fall
One by   one they all fall
One by   one
One by   one
One by   one they all fall'            (Jack Green)

'♪ We're dug in the deep the price is steep.
The auctioneer is such a creep.
The lights went out, the oil ran dry
We blamed it on the other guy
Sure, all men are created equal.
Heres the church, heres the steeple
Please stay tuned--we cut to sequel
ashes, ashes, we all fall down.

Broadcast me a joyful noise unto the times, lord, Count your
blessings'.                                            (R.E.M.)

'♪ Ring around the rosy
A pocketful of posies
"Ashes, Ashes"
We all fall down!'

'♪ These girls fall like dominos, dominos.
These girls fall like dominos, dominos.
These girls fall like dominos, dominos, dominos ...'(Big Pink)
(Pink = gay?)

        Was I feeling any grief over the people I raptured out when I

called up my storm?                Not at all.           They were all only devils here in

Hell.        They were all warned.                  Simply read the Book of Revelation.

I and my angels have been blowing the horn repeatedly since the

Seventies and not a single one of you repented.                                    But I did have two

concerns with respect to my fulfilling John of Patmos' promises.

First, I'm an elderly geezer, and, to repeat, my member doesn't come

up like it used to.                I was concerned I would fizzle out and remove

only a few million.                 That wouldn't be enough to get you devils to

change your behavior in the bedroom.                              John of Patmos had promised

a quarter to a third of the planet raptured out. 'And power was given unto

them over the fourth part of the earth, to kill with sword, and with hunger, and with death, and with the

beasts of the earth.'   'a third of the living creatures in the sea died, and a third of the ships were

destroyed.       Secondly, when you call up a storm, there is always the

danger that the wizard himself will get swept away, because it is

uncontrollable and unpredictable.                           Happily, I made it through, so

that I could fulfill John of Patmos' promise that I would be standing

here giving you the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead.

        For this future event to occur, in the present I need a Fall

Guy, someone who will lay down their life at my last Trumpet, so that

I can lay out billions, without myself being swept away.

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                         Defeating the Whore of Babylon

     The question of the evening is:       Which man can bell the cat?

Which man can pin the tail on the donkey?           Who'll stop the

(invisible) Rain?   Which brave hero can slay the Dragon?     Which man

can defeat the Whore of Babylon?    Which man can domesticate the Whore

- pacify her and put her to sleep?      Perceptive observers have noted

that the Book of Revelation has the structure of a fairy tale.        It

is not a fairy tale is the sense of being a myth or being untrue.

One part of the fairy tale is the fairy test:      Which man can defeat

the Whore of Babylon?   Being a fairy test, if any man attempts and

fails, the Whore gobbles him up and drinks his blood (unconsciously

= slime).   Many men have tried and all have failed.       The Whore is

not a supernatural entity.    She is simply the collection of all the

dolls - all the millions of dolls.       When you approach her, she's

gorgeous, and the first idea you have about how to pacify her is to

unzip your pants and stick it in her.    If you try this way, you loose,

and she gobbles you up and drinks your blood.      Instead, the way to

defeat her is to keep your pants zipped up, raise your arm and slime

her right between the eyes.    Her eyes roll up till you can see the

whites and her mouth drops open.   You've put her under a spell, you've

hypnotized her, she's pacified.      She goes to sleep.     It is

whispering sweet nothings into her ear (magical passes, mumbling,

Mumbo Jumbo – the gibbering of the mad – horse whispering).         Brown

called it, 'speech resexualized'.     It is humbug, which by definition

is 'silly talk' – 'nonsense' crooned, muttered and transcribed

straight off of the Collective Unconscious.   Under your spell, she's

in turn gibbers back at you, driven temporarily mad.   '♪ Ding dong!,

The Witch is dead. Which old witch?    The Wicked Old Witch!'    Here

'Ding dong!' means the ringing chimes I send inside your head!

     Here's a psychoanalytic version of defeating the Whore of

Babylon discussed by Brown:

     The young man finds Medusa on his way to virility. The

threatening image of the snake woman is a metaphor of the mother

figure. The growing child has to cope with and eventually to

emancipate from his mother's gaze. The separation from the mother

leads to the boy's independence and to the liberation of his

sexuality. The decapitation of the Medusa can then be seen as the

cutting of the umbilical cord. The mythological story hardly casts

any doubt on this interpretation.    She is decapitated (decapitation

= castration) by the hero Perseus.    Mythographers have called her

a nightmare vision.   A face so horrible that the dreamer is reduced

to stony terror stupified – frozen into a stone statue.     According

to Freud, Medusa’s head represents the terrifying toothed genitals

of the Great Mother (the vagina denata).   Erich Neumann writes that

“the petrifying gaze of Medusa belongs to the province of the Terrible

Great Goddess, for to be rigid is to be dead,” and that she is the

devouring aspect of the mother.     (Cannibalism).   This is not fear

of female sexuality as such but castration anxiety.

     The image of petrifaction symbolising an erection may seem a

bit farfetched - bearing in mind that the metamorphosis of organic

beings into inorganic rock is a very common theme in classical

mythology. Medusa's male observer is struck dumb for two reasons:

he is enthralled by the Freudian castration fear on the one hand,

and by his sexual fascination on the other. Medusa repels and attracts

at the same time. She is a snake monster but equally a femme fatale.

She unites the beauty and the beast.

     Freud, by way of Ferenczi, showed the horrifying sight of the

decapitated head of Medusa occurs 'when a boy, who has hitherto been

unwilling to believe the threat of castration, catches sight of the

female genitals, probably those of an adult, surrounded by hair, and

essentially those of his mother.    The hair upon Medusa's head

frequently is represented in works of art in the form of (waving)

snakes, and these once again are derived form the castration complex.

It is a remarkable fact that, however frightening they may be in

themselves, they nevertheless serve actually as a mitigation of the

horror, for they replace the penis, the absence of which is the cause

of the horror.   This is a confirmation of the technical rule

according to which a multiplication of penis symbols signifies


Castrating Medusa's head with Writhing Phallic Snakes Turns Men into

Stone Statues and is Herself Frozen

     This sight of Medusa's head makes the spectator stiff with

terror, turns him to stone.   (The Gaze of the Other freezes =

paralyzes = turns to stone as in Sodom.)   Observe that we have here

once again the same origin from the castration complex and the same

transformation of affect!   For becoming stiff means an erection.

Thus in the original situation it offers consolation to the

spectator: he is still in possession of a penis, and the stiffening

reassures him of the fact'. (Freud)

       In the New Jerusalem, we aliens will cultivate and tend our crop

(herd our cattle) and keep the women asleep and dreaming.           We'll

ensure they're chewing their cud,      mooing and grazing

contentedly.Here in Hell, the women are systematically groomed and

cultivated to be hot and sexy.      But in the New Jerusalem, we will

systematically groom the women to be what we really want:       true to

us and not running around on us, and also sweet and good to us.       If

they are obedient and compliant, this is a bonus.    That is voluntary

on the woman's part.    But we do want her to be sweet, at least.   They

will be maintained in permanent sleep by us.

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            Getting You To Change Your Bedroom Behavior

       Once we get to the New Jerusalem, everyone will know what

everyone is doing in the bedroom.     This is not your private affair,

or your own personal business.     It is vital that everyone knows

exactly what everyone is doing in the bedroom.      Adam and Eve fell,

because they were ashamed of their private parts. – 'parts' are not

'private'.                                                  In the

defunct Marxist states, everyone's every movement was under constant

surveillance.    That was not what needed to be done.   The only thing

that must be monitored is that everyone must know precisely what

everyone else is doing in the bedroom.     Nothing else matters about

you.    It must be public knowledge.    This is what is not done here

in Hell.    You may have a little knowledge about what your fellow

workers are doing in bed, but overall you don't know as much as you

need to know.

     I'm going to tell the same story three different ways.     You are

really going to have change your bedroom behavior.

     Version 1:   If you as a man walk into Sodom, where the one thing

you've got is a woman (you can also have a man if that's what you

want). There is nothing else, it is total chaos and anarchy.     If in

this place you cannot get laid, then suddenly you become an extremely

important person.    Because all you have to do is get your willie

working below your belt, and you can blow the place to smithereens!

I have set off my timebomb over Sodom!   I, the Lord God Almighty made

my reputation in Sodom.    All these gorgeous

bombshells/sexpots/dolls here in Sodom make me go nuclear and

explode!    That 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't be

visible to the eye (it will be hyperdimensional).      I, God, like all

Sodomites am a drooling, crazed sex fiend, and thus Rapture Ready.

That is, I get to spew slime everywhere here to rapture you out and

sweep billions of you up to the sky!

     Version 2:   Don't try to put me, God, in Hell.   Don't even think

about it.   Satan is my servant and not vice versa.     If you do try,

I'll get my willie working below my belt and again blow the place

to smithereens!    Again, I have again set off my timebomb!     In my

second all time favorite movie, 'Legend' (1985), Tom Cruise in fairy

pointy ears is in Hell and attacks Satan. This is what I as a fairy

did here in Hell.            I beat the Devil!- a job for a Dragon Slayer Hero!

       Version 3:          This is the stupid version:     My good man, your

getting way to much.              It's good stuff. And you've got more than you

can handle.         I'm horny, and I need a woman.        You've lots of women

and I have none.            What are we going to do about it with me standing

here?      If you don't get your dick straightened out, how about me

ripping your lungs out, friend!               I can't stand it, and I won't put

up with it!

'♪ He had white Horses
And ladies by the score
All dressed in satin
And waiting by the door

Ooooh, what a lucky man he was
Ooooh, what a lucky man he was'                            (Emerson, Lake & Palmer )

       Who is the most degenerate sex fiend on the planet?                  Satan is

a notorious degenerate, but has access to all the most gorgeous dolls

on the planet who are all in his service and at his beck and call.

His lusts get slaked.             For me it is water, water everywhere, but not

a drop to drink.             Again, constant craving.

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                               I Must Rule!

'♪ Welcome to your life
There’s no turning back
Even while we sleep
We will find you

Acting on your best behaviour
Turn your back on mother nature
Everybody wants to rule the world

There’s a room where the light won’t find you
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down
When they do I’ll be right behind you

So glad we’ve almost made it
So sad they had to fade it
Everybody wants to rule the world

I can’t stand this indecision
Married with a lack of vision
Everybody wants to rule the world
Say that you’ll never never never never need it
One headline why believe it?
Everybody wants to rule the world

All for freedom and for pleasure
Nothing ever lasts forever
Everybody wants to rule the world'                               (Tears for Fears)

 '♪ I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling
I’m quitting the blues of the world, just singing a song, just singing
a song
Glory Hallelujah, I just phoned the Parson, hey, Par, get ready to
Just like Humpty Dumpty, I’m going to fall
I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just rolling
'♪ He rode a blazing saddle (light = slime)
He wore a shining star          (ditto)
His job to offer battle to bad men near and far

He conquered fear and he conquered hate
He turned dark night into day
He made his blazing saddle a torch to light the way' (ditto) (Later satirized by Mel Brooks)
       I was born to rule, and this is what you must let me do.                       I came

to power by blackmail.            I raptured out the people to demonstrate my

power (just like the madman in my all time favorite movie,- 'The Brain

from Planet Arous'.             Like me, he was also a sex fiend).               Elijah and

Enoch were snatched as prototypes in the Old Testament for my magic

act.     I'm standing here on a mound of corpses.                       If Jesus were

standing here in person, there would be many more laid out than

I did, since mine doesn't come up as good as it once did.                           'In the

name of – - their holocaust, Allmen.'                     (Joyce's prophecy written

prior to the Final Solution!).                     Hitler required gas chambers for

his fairy dump, and I don't!

'♪ All I need is a TV-show, that and the radio

Down on my luck again, down on my luck again

I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life

I can show you, I can show you, some of the people in my life

It's driving me mad just another way of passing the day


You're just another face that I know from the TV-show

I have known you for so very long, I feel you like a friend

Can't you do anything for me, can I touch you for a while

Can I meet you another day and we can fly away


Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again              (floodgates of Heaven I open to rain

Turn it on, turn it on, turn it on again - -'   (my multiple Rapture)           (Phil Collins)

'♪ Cause meek inherits earth...six feet deep.' 'Lords of the New

Church'      Heads roll!         Rest in pieces!

       Why don't you want to start listening to me? The blackmail was

either I rule, or I remove lots more.      I have an agenda. The

planetwide New Exodus is here, and I'm going to lead you to the New

Jerusalem.    This process will take several centuries.    I'll say more

later, but here's an indication.      The New Jerusalem is all the

multimillion inhabitant cities in ruins, and there are be no longer

any nation states, with the total population of the planet much less

than one billion.

       No matter how much you may legitimately hate my guts, I must

rule!    And I have more blackmail so I can accomplish my mission.       I

am the only person on this planet that possesses the roadmap to the

New Jerusalem.    No one else has a single clue!   You have to be a fairy

(which is the next topic) to possess it – it is a Fairy Treasure Map.

It's inside my head.     I'll have lots of goons and thugs around me

to protect me, but even so. it is quite true that you can take me

out.    From your point of   view, that's what you'll want to do.

You'll go 'This sucker's giving us pain.      Let's take him out.'

Here's where the blackmail comes in.      If you do take me out, the

blackmail is that since I'm the only person with the roadmap,

additional billions of corpses will be laying on the ground.          I'll

take that trade off – my life for the benefit of additional billions

gone.    So, don't shoot the messenger!

       I'm going to save you a lot of tax money.   I work for free.    And

the government that I will assemble will be a small fraction the size

of the multimillion Federal Government.     You'll no longer have to

pay salaries for the one hundred Senators or the four hundred plus

Congressmen and their thousands of support staff.     The size of my

Federal Government will be miniscule compared to the present one.

Welcome to my Banana Republic!Welcome to my weird Court of the Crimson

King!.   Though I'm not just crimson, but red (communist):

'♪ The rusted chains of prison moons
Are shattered by the sun.
I walk a road, horizons change
The tournament's begun.
The purple piper plays his tune,
The choir softly sing;
Three lullabies in an ancient tongue,
For the court of the crimson king.

On soft grey mornings widows cry,
The wise men share a joke.
I run to grasp divining signs
To satisfy the hoax.
The yellow jester does not play
But gently pulls the strings
And smiles as the puppets dance
In the court of the crimson king'.

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          I'm a Fairy - In Fact, the King of the Fairies!

There was a boy, a very strange enchanted boy

They say he wandered very far, very far, over land and sea
A little shy and sad of eye, but very wise was he.
And then one day, one magic day he came my way.
And as we spoke of many things, fools and kings, this he said to me:
The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love and be loved
in return.”                                  ('Nature Boy')

'♪ In the land where horses born with eagle wings
And honey bees have lost their stings
There's singing forever
Lions den with fallow deer
And rivers made from wine so clear
Flow on and on forever
Dragons fly like sparrows thru' the air
And baby lambs where Samson dares
To go on on on on on on

My fairy king can see things
He rules the air and turns the tides
That are not there for you and me
Ooh yeah he guides the winds' ('My Fairy King' – by who else but – Queen?)

'♪ You'd better lock you house and keep the kids inside.
Here come the twentieth century's latest scam
he's a half a boy and half a man
He ain't a fool but he's a tool

Because his left don't know what his right hand's doin'.
He'd keep a King Kong eating out of the palm of his hand

Now he's a half a boy and half a man.'                        (Nick Lowe)

      Freud had it right - the Oedipal Triangle.            The hunk, stud or

gun I mentioned earlier is the father (in my unconscious).              And the

doll is the mother.        And I'm the son of a gun, S.O.B.        When a stud

fathers a child with a doll, you have the recipe to grow monsters,

the Biblical Giants.         Actually, in my case my father was a sweet

preacherman, and my mother was good, but I still turned out a monster.

I'm the Beast slouching toward Bethlehem that Yeats wrote about in

his poem     “The Second Coming'.          That poem is my favorite.

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi (a whiff of pagan?)
Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Look at these lines:
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world

     Jay Weidner labels it the failure of the central organizing
principle of Western Civilization.      Brown says, 'we are in a time
when civilization has to be renewed by the discovery of new mysteries,
by the undemocratic but sovereign power of the imagination.'
  And look at these two lines:
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

     As the Beast I am of the worst, and you will notice that I am

full of passionate intensity - a fanatic.   Fundies perk up your ears!

I'm labeling myself a Beast.     Norman O. Brown has Joyce saying, 'not

pater noster, but panther monster.'         Specifically, I'm a case

of arrested development in my paranoid schizophrenia, an example of

stunted growth.   I'm a dwarf.    How old am I?   My inner child, my

emotional age is two years old.     A little child shall lead them as

Isaiah has it.    They call it the Terrible Twos.     Children at that

age own the world and are little tyrants.       Babies like God are

omnipotent.Spoiled, pampered brats like Bart Simpson.      Now that I'm

King of the World, I'm in the same position as that child - the world

is mine!    As in Jerome Bixby's 'It's a Great Life', seen as a Twilight

Zone episode, I am the child with godlike powers: able to transform

other people or objects into anything I wish, think new things into

being, teleport myself and others where I wish, read the minds of

people and animals, change the weather to suit myself and even revive

the dead.    Every King requires a Court Jester who I will select to

turn into a doomed jack-in-the-box/dunce/scarecrow/scapegoat and

exile to the cornfield.     Adults must satisfy my every whim, or risk

displeasing me.     This is blackmail!

      I am Forever Young.   I am an authentic fairy, a Peter Pan.     And

I definitely do not mean that I'm gay.    I'm the boy who couldn't grow

up.   James M. Barrie's Peter Pan was partly autobiographical.      The

New Jerusalem will be the perfect place for me, because there you

do little work beyond puttering around in the garden, and a few other

chores. There you don't have to accept adult responsibility.      We'll

overcome the proverbial Ball and Chain (the Old Lady).        The New

Jerusalem has other names: Never Never Land or the Land of the Lost

Boys.   Peter is the boy who can fly (like the superheroes) to this

fairy Otherworld.     His villain's name: Captain Hook signifies his

father as Oedipal castrator.    Poor dead fairy pedophile (both

literally and figuratively) Michael Jackson suffered insomnia (as

I do) because of the deadly poison that infects us which we can pass

off to others temporarily and drop dead in their tracks.       He was

another boy in the body of a man, in his case an infantile pedophile.

     What do I have to offer to a woman, me being a dead fairy?     Can

I entertain a woman, can I amuse a woman, can I interest a woman?

I cannot be in any kind of an adult relationship with any woman.

Being around me is like waiting for paint to dry.      Being around me

is like waiting for grass to grow.    I am into the mystic 24/7 totally

against my will.   As I have said, we have had many highly evolved

spiritual beings who have gone through highly elaborate rituals to

get to the higher planes.   I am not one of those.     Against my will

I am permanently into a trance.

'♪ Let your soul and spirit fly into the mystic
And when that fog horn blows I will be coming home
And when that fog horn blows I want to hear it
I don't have to fear it                         (= the Last Trump)
I want to rock your gypsy soul
Just like way back in the days of old
Then magnificently we will float into the mystic
(Raptured Out!)                                    (Van Morrison)

'♪ To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die     -

To die by your side
Well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine'            (Morrisey)

     And it gets even worse.    I only approached a select few women,

knowing in advance what the answer was going to be.       Women almost

always say no the first time.     They are negotiating what they are

going to get out of it.   Every time I got no on the first try, I walked

away, Fool that I am.     And every woman knew instantly what I was.

Any woman who had said yes was in for an ordeal, degenerate sex fiend

that I am.   I can never get enough, and I can never get satisfied.

I would work her over for hours and hours on end - even days – like

a Waring blender.    No woman wants to be put through such an ordeal.

It offends her dignity.     You should have noticed by now that I have

a very immature, infantile view of women.      This is simply because

of the fact that I am an infant!

     By the way, all magicians are children in the body of a man.

Babies see objects appearing and abruptly disappearing without

explanation.    They don't know that objects can't do this.      Most

especially they see mommy with her milky teats appear and disappear

without notice.     They haven't learned the constancy of objects.

Their world to them is chaos and anarchy, which is reproduced in the

world at large once in a blue moon when we go to Sodom.        Object

permanence isn't mastered until about age two.      Thus, they believe

in magic, like magicians where objects are apported or vanished from

thin air.    Real magicians, such as I am, again, are babies trapped

in a grown up body, and that is the basis of our power.

     Sigmund Freud was right.    It's the Oedipal relationship between

mother and son, with the father in the background.      (That sentence

is wrong and shows my mother fixation – Oedipus is mainly about the

father).    If   you want to go instantly mad, all you have to do is

stick your head up your mother's dress, and sniff mommies' panties.

When you come out, you'll be drooling, raving maniac like me.

     There is a school of psychoanalysis called Object Relations

Theory.    Before father was mommy.   The Dragon of the Book of

Revelation who has to be 'slain' is in fact mommy as seen by the baby

(boy).    Mommy can deliberately or accidentally swallow or engulf the

baby, so that the child can never grow up and be forever bound to

her - Forever Young (in other words, leave it mad).

     Madness is possibly organic – an actual genetic or neural

abnormality regarded as incurable.     This disease leaves us in

continuous physical and mental pain on a hair trigger – jumpy and


'♪ I got it bad                                 (Nik Kershaw)
you don't know how bad I got it.
You got it easy
you don't know when you've got it good.
It's getting harder
just keeping life and soul together

My broken spirit is frozen to the core.
I don't want to be here no more.

Wouldn't it be good to be in your shoes even if it was for just one
And wouldn't it be good if we could wish ourselves away.
Wouldn't it be good to be on your side

The grass in always greener over there.
Wouldn't it be good if we could live without a care.

You must be joking

you don't know a thing about it.
You've got no problems
I'd stay right there if I were you.
I got it harder
you couldn't dream how hard I got it

Stay out of my shoes if you know          what's good for you.
The heat is stifling
burning me up from the inside.
The sweat is coming through each          and ev'ry pore.
I don't want to be here no more.          I don't want to be here no more.
I don't want to be here no more.
Wouldn't it be good to be in your         shoes even if it was for just one
day. . . .
I got it bad. you don't know how          bad I got it. .. .'

      We're toads!

'♪ There's a killer on the road
His brain is squirmin' like a toad
Take a long holiday
Let your children play
If ya give this man a ride
Sweet memory will die
Killer on the road, yeah

Riders on the storm
Riders on the storm'
                                                      (The Doors)

'♪ Picked up a hitchhiker the other day
He said he wasn't going far
He looked so strange I couldn't help myself
I asked, please, tell me who you are
He smiled politely and lit a cigarette
You know the smoke seemed to cast a spell
What happened next I don't understand yet
It was so strange I can hardly tell - -

And I was suddenly a child again
I was holding my father's hand
And I watched it from the beginning
As I grew from child to man
My friends all came and gathered round me once more
And we undid what was done
And when it was over I was driving down the road
I looked around, you know, he was gone

He   said,   hold   on   it's   coming
He   said,   hold   on   it's   very near
He   said,   hold   on   it's   coming                     (My Fairy Rain)
He   said,   hold   on   it's   almost here'               (Country Joe McDonald)

        Here is my crude schematic crash course outline of the

psychoanalytic view of development, inspired by George Makari's

Revolution in Mind.               I use Freud's stages of development as hurdles

to be cleared, supplemented by additional preoedipal hurdles

contributed by Klein and Object Relations theory (only touched on

by Freud).          Failure to clear any hurdle often means psychosis.          In

the beginning, the fetus bathed in warm amniotic fluid experiences

the mystic oceanic feeling of Oneness with the Universe that the

mystics seek - the Buddhist Nirvana.             The first hurdle is Otto Rank's

Trauma of Birth where the infant is rudely awakened and dragged

kicking and screaming into the world.               The desire to return to the

womb is a failure to clear this hurdle and what the later Freud labeled

the Death Drive in search of homeostasis and Nirvana.                 Then, the

preoedipal stage is the Other (the Mother) of Object Relations in

relation to the infant (male or female) where the hurdle is separation

and individuation. Brown quotes Jesuit priest G.M. Hopkins' 'The

Blessed Virgin compared to the Air we Breathe' with it's

'world-mothering air' (Mommy) – the stage of             (Brown's narcissistic)

polymorphous perversity, with 'infancy welcome in womb and breast,

birth, milk.'              That 'air we breathe' is the fluid we are bathed in.

Images of Madonna and Child are Catholic icons.              Some paintings show

the infant Christ with an erect penis giving a flirtatious

'chin-chuck' to his adoring mother (Steinberg, 'The Sexuality of

Christ').    Schuchard quotes William Blake,

'sweet shall be thy taste & sweet thy infant joys renew!

Infancy! Fearless, lustful, happy! Nestling for delight

In laps of pleasure - -.'

'♪ Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep

All I need is the air
That I breathe
And to love you'                                            (Hollies)

     Next comes the classic Freudian Oedipal stage with failure to

clear resulting in the neuroses that Freud thought he could treat.

At the hurdle from adolescence to adulthood, it is a statistical fact

that this is often the stage for the onset of psychosis when it is

to appear.   This ordeal of the transition to adulthood precipitates

schizophrenia because earlier preoedipal hurdles weren't cleared.

Mad people such as I are Forever Young: preoedipal babies trapped in

the body of adults.    Madmen are little mamma's boys.

'♪ Oh, to live on Sugar Mountain
With the barkers and the colored balloons,
You can't be twenty on Sugar Mountain
Though you're thinking that
you're leaving there too soon,
You're leaving there too soon.'                Neil Young

     Margaret Mahler's Object Relations phases go from separation

from the Mother (Other) out of symbiosis-homeostasis     to Object

Constancy and individuation with the secondary individuation process

occurring in adolescence.

     Makari shows that the psychosexual was front and center for

Freud, with Jung and other psychoanalysts attacking him as being

fixated on it. As Norman O. Brown added, babies are polymorphous

perverse.   Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings

from the head even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering

by a secret place.'    The later 'metaphysical' Freud recovered the

added death drive principle - the regression to the womb or Nirvana.

The Paul Simon rock song spoke of a Mother and Child reunion.

     Ferenczi's 'Thalassa' about the same time (1924) posited the

death drive as the desire to return to the original state of bliss

in the maternal womb and the comfort of it's amniotic fluids,

perversely erotic.    'Thalassa' has been seen as crackpot, mostly

with respect to his Lamarckian phylogeny, but Freud admiringly called

it a 'summit of achievement.'   Brown from 'Life Against Death' early

in his career all the way to his last book 'Apocalypse and/or

Metamorphosis' referred to Ferenczi on Nirvana and regression to the

womb.   Brown quotes William Blake to observe that the 'the womb is

a tomb' and isn't the answer (the tomb is the maternal body).

     What we call reality, Brown calls illusion, lie, dream.      'We

are asleep and being asleep is being dead; we still live in the womb

or return to the womb; our genital sexuality is regression to the

state before birth; and we are still under the spell of the primal

scene; we reenact the father who we have introjected; our sex life

is his, not ours, and our pleasure remains vicarious.                 Thus if all

life is dream and illusion, then awakening to real life is the end

of our life; death and resurrection in one.             The way out of the womb,

out of the dream cave is to die in order to be reborn'.                   As Brown

reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the stiffening and

rising of the member = erection.              In the resurrection of the 'dead'

(= Living Dead), all rise from their tombs – the member comes up (gets

stiff).     'It's alive!        It's alive!' proclaims wild-eyed Victor

Frankenstein.       His monster is the rigid member = erection = raised

from the dead - it comes up.             It has a lumbering life of its own.

Paul gets it garbled as usual, 'If there be no resurrection of the dead - Then they

which are fallen asleep in Christ are perished'.   But the member does rise

(stiffen = erection).            Jesus at Easter and I are the Pagan Spring

Fertility God who's reborn (my member comes up!).

      Freud noted that we cannot conceive of our own death.                   Brown

says, 'Since anxiety is the ego's incapacity to accept death, the

sexual organizations were perhaps constructed by the ego in its

flight from death, and could be abolished by an ego strong enough

to die. For Brown, 'Death is genitalized as a return to the womb.

      'What exactly would it mean on this earth to be wholly

unrepressed, to live in full bodily and psychic expansiveness? It

can only mean to be reborn into madness'. Then Brown warns us of the

full radicalness of his reading of Freud by stressing that he

resolutely follows Ferenczi's insight that 'Character-traits are,

so to speak, secret psychoses.'   He added that 'character is a vital

lie.'   'The ego - - is a piece of illusion.'   Brown argued for new

men without character defenses, a rebirth into a 'second innocence.'

He sees narcissism as project for loving union with the world, hunger

for a qualitatively different world (utopia Land of Milk and Honey

– Moses' Promised Land).

     Freud defined the goal of Eros as unification or the search for

union. But when he maintains that fear of being separated and expelled

from the group comes from an underlying fear of castration, his

proposition should be inverted. Fear of castration comes from the

fear of being excluded, not the other way round. This anxiety becomes

more marked as the isolation of individuals in an illusory community

becomes more and more difficult to ignore.

     Even while it seeks unification, Eros is essentially

narcissistic and in love with itself. It wants a world to love as

much as it loves itself. Norman O. Brown, in 'Life Against Death',

points out the contradiction. How, he asks, can a narcissistic

orientation lead to union with beings in the world?     "In love, the

abstract antimony of the Ego and the Other can be transcended if we

return to the concrete reality of pleasure, to a definition of

sexuality as being essentially a pleasurable activity of the body,

and if we see love as the relationship between the Ego and the sources

of pleasure." One could be more exact: the source of pleasure lies

less in the body than in the possibility of free activity in the world.

The concrete reality of pleasure is based on the freedom to unite

oneself with anyone who allows one to become united with oneself.

The realization of pleasure passes through the pleasure of

realization, the pleasure of communication through the communication

of pleasure, participation in pleasure through the pleasure of

participation. It is because of this that the narcissism turned

towards the outside world, the narcissism Brown is talking about,

can only bring about a wholesale demolition of social structures.

     Perhaps related is Spinoza's One Substance inspired by his

Jewish mystical background in the Kaballah with Adam Kadmon, which

William Blake referred to as the Grand Man (see also Gutkind's Body

of God or the Mystical Body of Christ).     It is not to be taken as

static, but involves fluid flows.     Brown, like Reich's Cosmic

Orgone, saw 'action at a distance – psychic streams' that overcome

dualism.   Deleuze and Guattari in 'Anti-Oedipus'     discussed these

flows (amniotic, sperm, etc.).    Brown, particularly in 'Apocalypse

and/or Metamorphosis', looked to replace Hegelian Marxist

dialectical flow with Spinoza's flows.     Is it possible that

unconsciously Spinoza had the Nirvana of the womb in mind?

     Influenced by Vankin's 'Malignant Self Love: Narcissism

Revisited' and Richter's 'All Mighty: A Study of the God Complex in

Western Man', I muse on these narcissists:      Brown, Obama, Jesus

Christ and above all, God (myself).     Freud thought that all human

infants pass through a phase of primary narcissism, in which they

assume they are the center of their universe.                   What Freud defined

as secondary narcissism is a pathological condition in which the

infant does not invest its emotions in its parents but rather

redirects them back to itself. He thought that secondary narcissism

developed in what he termed the pre-Oedipal phase of childhood; that

is, before the age of three. Freud wrote that narcissism is a form

of “magical thinking” for a person in that they believe they can by

wishing or will power change situations, conditions from reality to

the way they prefer.

        Brown was a narcissistic fairy who decked himself out in a regal
costume complete with self appropriated medals (see Bib portrait).
        In terms of the hardscrabble, hand to mouth existence of eking
out a living in Galilee, Jesus was a freeloader slacker and burden.
The     Messianic Complex is a psychological state in which the
individual believes himself to be the savior of the world and suffers
from the delusion that he or she is, at the very least, the Almighty's
gift to the world               (i.e., God's only begotten Son).     'For you have the poor

always with you; but me you have not always.'   Jesus feasted with his Apostles
confounding his detractors, 'Can you make the children of the bridal chamber fast, while
the bridegroom is with them?'    But, at the same time, Jesus points away from
himself and seeks to deflect the                   messianic expectations put upon
him, trying to evade his superstar status and the attributions of
        More on Jesus' narcissism:               'Early on, Jesus developed magical
thinking, compensatory grandiose delusions, and fantasies of
omnipotence and omniscience. A firstborn, he was much pampered by
his doting mother. He was a prodigy, a Wunderkind highly intelligent

and inquisitive and more comfortable in the company of adults than
with his peers. -
     'Even at a tender age, he showed a marked lack of empathy and
a full fledged case of pathological grandiosity. - - The self
imputation of superiority, epiphanic knowledge, and infallibility
and the assumption that others need and crave the guru and his message
are at the heart of an elaborate construct which often borders on
the psychotic. - - He instructed his followers to commit acts that
must have had harshly adverse impacts on their hitherto nearest and
     Similarly, Tibet's Dalai Lama as a 'boy in the body of a man'
is intended to be such a narcissistic fairy.
     God works in mysterious ways, His wonders to perform.    You think
I (Almighty God) am dumb, misogynistic, homophobic, egotistical, and
homicidal...but know I love you (my botched creation).       And, in my
thick-headed way, I listen to you and learn.    I, God, am everything
the narcissist ever wants to be: omnipotent, omniscient,
omnipresent, admired, much discussed, and awe inspiring. God is the
narcissist's wet dream, the ultimate grandiose fantasy.
The narcissist:
  'Subtly misrepresents facts and expediently and opportunistically
shifts positions, views, opinions, and “ideals”. These flip-flops
do not cause him overt distress , he feels justified in acting this
way). Alternatively, evidences a lack of empathy.
Ignores data that conflict with his fantasy world, or with his
inflated and grandiose self-image. This has to do with magical
thinking. He is firmly convinced that his dreams, thoughts, and
wishes affect reality.
Feels that he is above the law, incl. and especially his own laws.
Talks about himself in the 3rd person singular or uses the regal “we”
and craves to be the exclusive center of attention, even adulation
Have a messianic-cosmic vision of himself and his life and his
Sets ever more complex rules in a convoluted world of grandiose
fantasies with its own language (jargon)
Displays false modesty and unctuous “folksiness” but unable to
sustain these behaviors (the persona, or mask) for long. It slips

and the true self is revealed: haughty, aloof, distant, and
disdainful of simple folk.
Sublimates aggression and holds grudges.
Behaves as an eternal adolescent (e.g., his choice of language,
youthful image he projects, demands indulgence and feels entitled
to special treatment.'
     'Megalomania is commonly understood as a mental behavior
characterized by an excessive desire for power and glory and by
illusory feelings of omnipotence, some of who believe themselves
actually to be God.. The latter can be expressed in the
psychopathological form of delusions of grandeur. This type of mental
functioning shows systematic denial of otherness and an infantile
theory of sexuality.   Such a one is adept shape shifter, able to take
on many different social faces.    These faces are known in Jungian
psychology as personas.    As Jung himself stated, the term persona
“meant the mask once worn by actors to indicate the role played.    It
is, as its name implies, only a mask… that feigns individuality,
making others believe that one is individual, whereas one is simply
acting a role” they may react with disdain, rage or defiant
counterattack”, and    if questioned or refused, a tantrum (the fury
of a disobeyed god), plus an expectation of servility in women.    His
unconscious is his conscious. He acts out our most repressed drives,
fantasies, and wishes. He provides us with a glimpse of the horrors
that lie beneath the veneer, the barbarians at our personal gates,
and what it was like before we invented civilization. His reign is
all smoke and mirrors, devoid of substances, consisting of mere
appearances and mass delusions.   His inability to love human beings
ultimately transform him into a recluse.     In playing God, the
narcissist is completely convinced that he is merely being himself.
Narcissistic leadership is about theater, not about life. To enjoy
the spectacle (and be subsumed by it), the leader demands the
suspension of judgment.    The narcissist does not hesitate to put
people's lives or fortunes at risk. He preserves his sense of
infallibility in the face of mistakes and misjudgments by distorting

the facts, by evoking mitigating or attenuating circumstances, by
repressing memories, or by simply lying. He might even wish to destroy
it, as a punishment or revenge for its incompetence. The lack of
empathy, the aloofness, the disdain, the sense of entitlement, the
constricted sense of humor, the unequal treatment and the paranoia
– render the narcissist a social misfit.
     The narcissist is interpersonally exploitative.     He is able to
provoke in his milieu, in his casual acquaintances, even in his
psychotherapist, the strongest, most avid and furious hatred and
revulsion. To his shock, indignation and consternation, he
invariably induces in others unbridled aggression.    "Humans" (to the
narcissist, a derogatory term) are small, fragile, error-prone,
pusillanimous, mean, dumb, and mediocre and indulges his sadistic
urges and to exercise his misogynism freely and openly. Such a
narcissist is likely to taunt and torment his followers, hector and
chastise them, humiliate and berate them, abuse them spiritually,
or even sexually. The narcissist whose source of authority is
religious is looking for obedient and unquestioning slaves upon whom
to exercise his capricious and wicked mastery. The narcissist
transforms even the most innocuous and pure religious sentiments into
a cultish ritual and a virulent hierarchy. He prays on the gullible.
His flock become his hostages, and holds the delusion that God is
an active participant in the narcissist's life in which constant
intervention by Him is a key feature.     God is subsumed in a larger
picture, that of the narcissist's destiny and mission. God serves
this cosmic plan by making it possible.     In the overall design of
things, small setbacks and defeats matter little. The narcissist is
haunted by the feeling that he is possessed of a mission, of a destiny,
that he is part of fate, of history. He is convinced that his
uniqueness is purposeful, that he is meant to lead, to chart new ways,
to innovate, to modernize, to reform, to set precedents, or to create
from scratch.   Every act of the narcissist is perceived by him to

be significant, every utterance of momentous consequence, every
thought of revolutionary caliber. He feels part of a grand design,
a world plan and the frame of affiliation, the group, of which he
is a member, must be commensurately grand.    Its proportions and
properties must resonate with his. Its characteristics must justify
his and its ideology must conform to his pre-conceived opinions and
prejudices.    In short: the group must magnify the narcissist, echo
and amplify his life, his views, his knowledge, and his personal
history.    In extreme cases, he   might even wish to destroy it (as
a punishment or revenge for its incompetence.'
'* being argumentative, The most telling thing that narcissists do
is contradict themselves. They will do this virtually in the same
* arrogant
* conceited
* vain
* fretful

* frustrated/idle
* fluctuating between superior and inferior (vacillate between a
strikingly overvalued and devalued self).'

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            My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty)

                                                Come what may, we'll

always have the Bible and the Brothers Grimm fairy tales.

     I'm Prince Charming in search of my Princess Bride.            '♪

Someday my prince will come.'

     Sleeping Beauty is not dead, but frozen in a witch's spell

(hypnotized) and the entire Kingdom with her, awaiting   my kiss that

will waken her.

     What is Heaven?    '♪ This monkey's gone to Heaven.' (by the

Pixies).   We're   going to St. Brendan's Isle of the Blessed, full

of gorgeous beauties, although there's a Dragon to slay there.   It's

the hobo's paradise, the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the elysian

fields, utopia.    But, in fact, it's the Land of the Dead!

'♪ Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.'

'♪ Why are there so many songs about rainbows
And what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
And rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection,
The lovers, the dreamers and me.'                (The Muppets!)
      The rainbow was a sign for madman Noah. Worldwide Deluge =
Noah's Flood = Floodgates of Heaven I open to drown the planet in
my (God's) slime!

     And not to leave out:
'♪ Moon River, wider than a mile,
I'm crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you're going I'm going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There's such a lot of world to see.
We're after the same rainbow's end--
waiting 'round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me'.
     My misspent years as a dreamer fascinated my TV (under a spell)

and plugged in to rock music surprisingly paid off.   It got me here!

'♪ When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires

Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
Like dreamers do
     John of Patmos depicted Heaven as continual mindless worship

of God.    '♪ We're off to see the Wizard!' - which is me!   The Wizard

of Oz, a version of the Sci-Fi Mad Scientist, like myself, turns out

to be mostly a con man with smoke and mirrors and bluster and humbug.

Behind the curtain, the Wizard used phony special effects, such

rattling metal sheets for thunder, to impress as fearsome.         The

Wizard was using a sham for the real thunder and lightning I send


     Heaven is not worship of me at all.   Instead, it is a continuous

nonstop sex orgy where your every desire is instantaneously

satisfied.    Women never get pregnant, and there is no worry about

sexually transmitted diseases (STDs) or AIDS.      If you have a

predilection for young girls or boys that is available (hey, I've

always had a predilection for very young girls, even though I am not

ever going to act on that desire – it's devilish.    I don't want the

local sheriff raiding my house).    I no longer watch regular porn let

alone the kiddie stuff.     These young angels are known as cherubs.

I have an apparent contradiction here, since I just said the angels

don't get pregnant, so how come I am talking about young angels?    They

preexist, they are not born as humans are.     I wake up every single

day horny, in continuous desire for a woman.      I have suffered the

worst torture that Satan has here in Hell.     Some of the demons here

in Hell will outright beat the crap out of you or simply kill you.

But the very worst torture that Satan has subjected me to is the

continuous torment of being surrounded with excruciatingly gorgeous

bombshells/sexpots/dolls who spread their lips and always say 'Yes!,

Yes! Yes!' just as Joyce's Molly said 'yes I said yes I will Yes.'

It's a Dollhouse!   It's a Candy Store!   But with me so far scheduled

to die a virgin.    Now that I am head of state, I'm going to go out

to pasture and finally get some of my desires satisfied.     The only

reason I blew out billions of corpses was because I couldn't get laid

here in Hell.   We missing are deadly,    poisonous and explosive!   As

King, I want to interview candidate Queens.   You must understand what

it means to be a sex fiend.    I'm a sex crazed madman!    I, as a sex

fiend, have nothing on my mind but being in bed with a woman, any

woman who is anatomically a female – as long as she isn't fat – I

can't get it up if she is fat.   But since gorgeous dolls are a dime

a dozen here is Hell (and of course every single woman on the planet

is a devil) I want a teen aged beauty.      She doesn't have to be a

virgin, but she has to understand that I'm going to be in bed more

or less nonstop – she really has to enjoy being in bed.      And the

wedding must be very low key – a civil ceremony before a justice of

the peace – no elaborate expensive wedding.      My fairy wedding, an

alchemical marriage, won't be lavish or extravagant, as opposed those

of the Hollywood fairies.     But once I select a bride, I will be

faithful to her, and expect her to be the same toward me.        What I'm

looking for is a very young beauty pageant winner.       And she must

understand that I am very dirty old man.

'♪ Hey little sister what have you done
Hey little sister who’s the only one
Hey little sister who’s your superman
Hey little sister who’s the one you want
Hey little sister shot gun!
It’s a nice day to start again
It’s a nice day for a white wedding
It’s a nice day to start again. '               (Billy Idol – White Wedding)

'♪ Lunatic fringe
In the twilight's last gleaming
This is open season                 (target: the dolls)
But you won't get too far
We know you've got to blame someone      (the dolls)
For your own confusion
But we're on guard this time
Against your final solution'                  (Red Rider)

       As is well known, John of Patmos two thousand years ago had a

vision of the New Jerusalem, when Heaven descends to earth. 'The real

apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom, which would

be still external, but with the identification of       the city and

kingdom with one's own body,' according to Brown.       The Kingdom of

Heaven is within – we are all one on the Collective Unconscious.         He

refers to the Eucharistic Mass, 'Take eat; this is my body.'            All

of our sexual needs and wants and desires will be permanently

satisfied, the Land of Milk and Honey – Moses' Promised Land (slime),

for I'm the Tree of Life – an inexhaustible fountain of the River

of the the Waters of Life – me spewing sperm and slime continuously

– real fulfillment for the first time.      Jesus' bodily fluid (the

blood he poured out) was the stand-in for my slime.       I am going to

open the floodgates of heaven (the Secret Rapture) and rain men (sperm

and slime) planetwide from my Heavenly perch (Great White Throne)

- bathing and immersing us all permanently in the Reichian Orgone

(slime) - (Heaven on earth - the New Jerusalem) - the superior

Christian answer to the fetus bathed in amniotic fluid sought in the

Buddhist Nirvana.     So Heaven is not continual worship of God (me),

but the fact that I bathe everyone in slime!       '♪ It's raining men,

Hallelujah' (The Weather Girls).

     Madmen such as I have a constant craving.       Brown says of

schizophrenia, 'The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are

eaten._ Schizophrenia is 'food trouble'   (NOB).    I've mentioned four

bodily fluids: amniotic for the fetus, spit which Jesus used for his

magical cures, milk for babes and blood. For the unconscious, these

fluids are all stand-ins for that most important fluid, slime.       When

Baptists immerse converts in the river, they're practicing for the

New Jerusalem, when we'll all be bathed in slime, after I open the

floodgates.    And of course it is not really a nonstop orgy, but the

fact that once we go native, we will have all sorts of friends and

relatives that we'll know and visit regularly.     I, as a madman, have

never known an adult woman, and it has been many decades since I had

any friends.    I'm taking the dolls away, to be replaced by people

we know and rely on for help.

        Satan is an ape or mimic.                  He attempts to recreate Heaven on

earth, and instead plunges the entire world into Hell!                                  'Of all the

inhabitants of the inferno, none but Lucifer knows that hell is hell, and the secret function of

purgatory is to make of heaven an effective reality.' Arnold Bennett

'♪ If you want to get to heaven you got to raise a little hell. '

        As Jesus prophesied, 'in the resurrection of the dead (which is you!) they will neither

marry, nor be given in marriage, but will be as the angels of God in heaven.'   What Jesus

prophesied has now come now come to pass here in Hell, which

reproduces what happened in Sodom (totally strictly forbidden, of

course).        'Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere,' Brown

observes.        They were a bourgeois family from Thorton Wilder's 1942

'The Skin of Our Teeth', exposed by Joseph Campbell as a rip-off of

'Finnegans Wake'.             There is no point in getting married with all the

sex flowing freely (this is only one way of interpreting the obscure

passage.        Alternatively, it may mean no sex at all).                           As an angel

on earth I for sure haven't gotten laid so far.                           But here the flowing

sex is so good and so irresistible, that a single angel, namely me,

can use this sex to sweep billions to the sky! - what a way to go

out (the Secret Rapture)!                  We are going to fall again, but into

innocence this time - brothers and sisters.                             It will be public

knowledge what we're all doing in the bedroom.                                  Heaven has always

been only what goes on in bed.                   There's a reason Muslims think about

72 virgins.             The fallacy that put you in Hell – you have a 'natural'

desire to be with a woman and she is agreeable.                             But no one is ever

permitted to put it in!     The very moment you put it in, you become

a devil!

     The only rule here is, the only rule there ever was is that no

one anytime ever, anywhere is ever permitted to put it in.        And I

will maintain a list of the names of every single man and woman who

is a virgin – the ultimate honor roll.   But these gorgeous dolls here

in Hell are my kryptonite – they make me go radioactive or nuclear.

You may only get tongue tied or dumbfounded, but they leave me

thunderstuck and light my fuse!      I am going to have to defuse my

timebomb by getting laid.    The best TV I've ever seen is the season

one finale of 'Heroes' titled 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' where

Peter (notice the name) against his will is about to go nuclear and

blow New York city to smithereens.    When Robert Oppenheimer, father

of the atomic bomb, saw the first blast, he exclaimed 'I am become

Shiva, destroyer of worlds', aware of the ancient Vedic 'nuclear

warfare'.   He noted it was 'the first blast on modern times.'

     How stupid do you have to be not to get laid here in Hell?   Dumb

as a Box of Rocks!   I succeeded in getting a grand total of three

women hot and bothered about me – a skanky whore, another whore and

a landlady.   Since I'm now in my rightful place as head of state

surrounded by gorgeous women, I can pick and choose.    So let me draw

up a tentative list (drawn from TV):     Rachel Ray (who is probably

a robot), Teri Hatcher, any woman on 'Deal or No Deal', the legendary

Jessica Simpson (who also is so incredible that she is likely a robot

= rigid    = erection).   I can't omit Anne Hathaway – a very special


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                        The Jesus You Never Knew

The rock lyric asks:

      '♪ What   if God was one of us?
      Just a    slob like one of us
      Just a    stranger on the bus
      Trying    to make his way home?'                 (Joan Osborne)

                        Let me quote again Constantin Brunner on Jesus,
'There he

hung, the blasphemer of God and slanderer

of the most notable men, the poor malicious fool, the incorrigible

wretch, the whoreson and whoremonger, the swindler, the liar, the

seducer.'     Slightly over the top, but useful for getting Jesus

outside the box.

      Let me throw out some of the ways I have characterized Jesus

here.     Each of the terms are relevant, although some miss the mark

more than others.      And, of course, when I use these terms I

am also talking about myself from my own experience:


      The ancient Kings of Egypt, Babylon and elsewhere carried such

honorific epithets, many of which indicated phallic potency for a

reason, since my    member does rise (stiffen = erection)!          It has a

lumbering life of its own.     Some of the names for readers acquainted

with the old film serials may resonate.         The   supervillains of the

Saturday matinee cliffhangers had such creepy names as these or the

Lightning or the Purple Monster or Dr. Satan.Inhabitants of loony

bins as depicted in 'The Ruling Class' (1971) (note the title) are

notorious for proclaiming that they are important persons (delusions

of grandeur), such as Napoleon, the Pope, Jesus or God (the latter

being me).    The madmen in the film conduct a sorcery contest

(unconsciously a white meringue = spunk = slime pie fight) to decide

which among them is the real Christ.       By the way, happily, I was never

committed, although I am well qualified to be.          But in fact, every

one of us are empty ciphers.      They make little impression and attempt

to compensate by drawing others into        collusion with their delusion

(such as you, dear reader)!        The answer to the paradox, which

psychologists couldn't decipher:      All mad people, against their

will, are on the rough and rocky road to becoming gods (it's hard

to be a god).   And only a small part of these actually make it through.

Some get lost, such as the criminally insane, and turn to service

of Satan.

      So, Jesus and I are complete ciphers - you can project on us

whatever you think we are. We are empty ghosts.     And the last thing

either of us want is worship - we are here to serve - to rescue you.

I can and will lay Satan down for the last time.      I as the Fool won

the lottery and blew the place Sky High!

'♪ You've Blown It All Sky High
By Telling Me a Lie
Without a Reason Why
You've Blown It All Sky High

You, You've Blown It All Sky High
Our Love Had Wings To Fly
We Could Have Touched The Sky
You've Blown It All Sky High'                                (Jigsaw)

You can spend all your time making money
You can spend all your love making time
If it all fell to pieces tomorrow
Would you still be mine?

So put me on a highway
And show me a sign
And take it to the limit one more time'                      (Eagles)

      I send you a sign through the air:

'♪ Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand

I've seen your face before my friend
But I don't know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where you've been
It's all been a pack of lies

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord'
                                               (Phil Collins)

       Jesus was a wizard.        Practically the whole time humans have been

on the planet, we have had little knowledge of how to treat diseases.

So we waved our hands over you and uttered Mumbo Jumbo - the gibbering

of the mad.           Hypnosis is Hocus Pocus.   This is called in the trade

magical passes.           This can really help people get better – it's a

matter of psychology, which Jesus was expert at.           When miracles were

attributed to Jesus or asked if he was King of the Jews, he responded

'You have said it!'    The main thing we all want to know is that someone cares

and is concerned about us personally, especially if we are about to

die.     Of course, if you weren't cured, we shamans gave you the last

rites and waved you off (in other words, touched you with a drop of


       In two stubborn cases of shamanic healing for a blind man and

a deaf man, Jesus resorted to spit, the unconscious substitute for

that other bodily fluid, sperm.

'♪ Jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.
Well now, jesus just left chicago and he's bound for new orleans.

Yeah, yeah.
Workin' from one end to the other and all points in between.

Took a jump           through mississippi, well, muddy water turned to wine.
Took a jump           through mississippi, muddy water turned to wine.
Yeah, yeah.
Then out to           california through the forests and the pines.
Ah, take me           with you, jesus.

You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
You might not see him in person but he'll see you just the same.
Yeah, yeah.
You don't have to worry 'cause takin' care of business is his name.'
                                                    (ZZ Top)

         You've finally found me in person, the One and Only!     Where else

would I be but at Angel + Fire?

 '♪ The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and stars were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the empty skies, my love'      (Roberta Flack)

'♪ See the lonely man there on the corner,
What he's waiting for, I don't know,
But he waits everyday now.
He's just waiting for something to show.
Looking everywhere at no one,
He sees everything and nothing at all - oh.
When he shouts nobody listens,
Where he leads no one will go – oh.
Are we just like all the rest,
We're looking too hard for something he's got
Or moving too fast to rest.
But like a monkey on your back you need it.
But do you love it enough to leave it – ah. (note especially)
Who's the          lonely man there on the corner,
What he's          waiting for, I don't know.
Oh but he          waits every day now.
He's just          waiting for that something to show.'   (Phil Collins)
'♪ Daniel my brother you are older than me
Do you still feel the pain of the scars that won't heal
Your eyes have died but you see more than I
Daniel you're a star in the face of the sky

Daniel is traveling tonight on a plane
I can see the red tail lights heading for Spain
Oh and I can see Daniel waving goodbye
God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes                                  (biblical
Oh God it looks like Daniel, must be the clouds in my eyes'                         (Elton John)

'♪ Go ahead and hate your neighbor
Go ahead and cheat a friend
Do it in the name of Heaven
You can justify it in the end
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgment day
On the bloody morning after when...
One tin soldier rides away'                                                       (Coven)

'♪ And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him            (Leonard Cohen)
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.'

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                                   Leaving the Fleshpots

        Let's play the children's game:                         Hot and Cold (holding up my

arms).        You're cold. You're warmer.                     Your getting hot. Close!     Your

the hottest!            Bingo! You found it.                  It's my dick!   The bird is the

word – the spermatic word, as Norman O. Brown has it.                            Sperm is the

word of the Lord.    In the beginning was the Word.   God said let there

be light.   Translation:    My predecessor and his angels were sounding

their trumpets to close out the last world age/aeon (10,000 year

Western Civilization) and begin the new aeon (the New Jerusalem) –

sperm and slime flying everywhere rapturing out the people of the

previous cycle.      Light unconsciously always signifies slime.

      Understand that this is not about your kissing my dick.        I'm

not here to lord it over you. I'm no sadist.     I'm no bully.   Again,

I'm come to serve.    I'm the Good Shepherd come to rescue my lost black

sheep (you devils here in Hell).      Just like Moses led the Hebrews

out of the fleshpots of Egypt on the Exodus to the Promised Land,

I'm come to lead you out of the fleshpots of Hell on a New Exodus

to the New Jerusalem.     I'm here to lay Satan down for the last time.

I am here to harrow Hell, in Christian terminology.        And the

nightmare that we're about to embark on will be with all of you and

with me until we reach our physical graves.       After we go through

what's coming up, I guarantee you Satan will never be loosed again.

You're getting ready to be punished for your faithful service to Satan

– we're going to go through the Great Tribulation.      But let no one,

including the idiot suicide bombers, disparage the amazing

scientific achievements, etc. you've accomplished in your faithful

service to Satan.     The last place I'd go for an update on the latest

scientific advances is the suicide bombers.                     What a bunch of morons!

       As the Tribulation begins and the new world age/aeon/cycle

opens, we'll enter a new Golden Age (the New Jerusalem), an age in

which we're no longer strictly human – an age of gods and monsters.

The best will become superheroes or gods, equipped to fight the

monsters which will arise at the same time.                      The shortest verse in

the Bible:       'Jesus wept.',         which means we Space Aliens rarely show

human emotion such a human love, so it's unusual for us when we do.

We are both more than human and less than human – but definitely not

human.     Alien Klaatu (me) speaks in a robotic monotone.

       Here in Hell all the men are under a literal witch's spell -

that of the Whore of Babylon.              Men are literally sex slaves - beasts

of burden - blinded and charmed by the dolls.                     As a powerful wizard,

I'm going to break that spell and wake all the men up.                         In turn, I'm

going to put all the women on the planet under a spell.                          They won't

be Stepford Wives or robots, but they will be walking around in broad

daylight hypnotized and dreaming.                 And when I get that accomplished

we will be in the New Jerusalem. Paul says with regard to Satan's

planetwide spell, 'For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against

principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against

spiritual wickedness in high places.'

       The band Aqualung informs us in 'Strange And Beautiful (I'll

Put A Spell On You)':

'♪    I've been watching your world from afar,                       (on my TV Screen)
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart, unseen.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you'.

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                               Your Household

       What I'm getting ready to say is the harshest thing I'll say

all evening.          Look at your household.             Which divorce are you on?

Are you even married to the woman you're with? How many of you are

single fathers and mothers?                  It so evil for a man to father a child

and leave her holding the bag.                     We have babies having babies here.

And look at your children, the fruit of your loins.                 How many stepkids

do you have?          I see there in your household that your kids are

mongrels, mutts, half breeds, literal bastards (look it up in the

dictionary) and worse. Barack Hussein Obama (a telling name) rightly

labels himself a mongrel.                 Repeating, the very definition of Hell

is that the wrong men get inside, thereby breeding devils, demons,

and monsters.          Brown brought up racist de Maistre; white male

supremacy as natural aristocracy – the Aryan Master Race revival of

the ancient Vedic Caste System, where everyone is in their proper

place in life, making affirmative action the white male


      You are in Bosch's 'Hell' where cats and dogs try to interbreed.

I hasten to interject that Brown in 'Life Against Death' interpreted

that famous panel as really depicting Bosch's version of the here

and now, the pleasure principle.      Look how you've squandered your

precious seed packet, the only thing that's matters!    My own little

seed packet has gone missing, so like you I am a dead man.     But I'm

dead in a different sense than you.   I have no child, no issue.   Like

Jesus, no one will carry my genetic information in the next

generation.     This is a third sense of dead I'm using, in addition

to corpses and the Living Dead (Zombies).    Use the context to decide

which I mean.     Mostly throughout dead means the Living Dead, which

I sometimes remember to note with quotation marks.

      So, is there an Afterlife, in spite of my earlier comments?

Certainly!    The Life after Death you are currently living as Zombies

is that life!

      We fairies are notorious for snatching your babies from the

cradle so we can substitute on own changelings (sickly dead fairy

babies).   There should be no children here!

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                 Instant Proof You're in Hell

      You're roaring down the expressway.       Now, look at the people

in the cars on both sides of you.    Do you know who these people are?

Have you ever seen any of them before?      You can be certain you'll

never see them again.    Do you know what they think and believe?

You're in a dangerous situation.     It is a situation ripe for

paranoia.   For all you know they could be axe murderers, serial

killers, child molesters, etc.      (I chose these three examples on

purpose since they are aspects of what I could have been).    You don't

know.   And here in Hell, considerable numbers of them actually are

such heinous types.   In the New Jerusalem, we be living in small

settlements where everyone knows everyone, and especially everyone's

behavior in the bedroom will be known to all.    You'll leave your doors

unlocked, without a bit of worry.    Life in these large cities is life

in Hell, which is the next topic.

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      Freud said that civilization is a neurosis (in 'Civilization

and its Discontents').    He was too timid.     It is absolute madness!

Tis a stupid thing to build cities, especially these multimillion

inhabitant cities.    It's a lot or toil and trouble for nothing.

Remember that Cain, the fallen son of the fallen Adam first started

building cities.   The world age/aeon/cycle now coming to a close used

to be thought by theologians to be 6000 years long.        This world

age/aeon/cycle began when agriculture was invented and the first

cities were built, actually more like eight or ten thousand years

ago. The two essential components of                     Western Civilization were

cities and agriculture.             Martin     Heidegger, a Nazi sympathizer who

never recanted, equated mechanized industrialized agriculture with

the Holocaust.         The rows of corn are people!              You are what you eat!

Yeats quipped with regard to the Industrial Revolution,

'Locke sank into a swoon;
The Garden died;
God took the spinning-jenny
Out of his side.'

       That was when God said let there be light.                      In the beginning

was the spermatic Word .            The Bible begins in Genesis only with the

latest world age/aeon/cycle, and there were many prior.                        Genesis 1:1

opens about ten thousand years ago, with numerous cycles prior.

       Tis a stupid thing to build cities.                   Over time all the

inhabitants turn into devils.                The fate of Babylon is the fate of

all large cities.          Revelation 18:2, 'And he cried mightily with a strong voice

saying, Babylon is fallen, and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul

spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird.'   Again, Jeremiah 51:37, 'And

Babylon shall become heaps, a dwelling place for dragons, an astonishment, and a hissing,

without an inhabitant.'    The 'hissing' is the crackling of the Weird Radio.

Note in both cases the imagery here connected with fertility.                               In

Babylon, you lose your manhood!              The Whore of Babylon is a castrator!

       These gigantic cities are full of devils, demons, monsters,

vampires, creatures of the night, zombies, robbers, thieves,

gangsters, organized crime, juvenile gangs, junkies, winos,

prostitutes, pimps, gays, lesbians, dolls, homeless panhandlers –

the list goes in.        The generic Biblical name for all these denizens

is 'Giants'.       The term never referred to physical size, but to the

fact that they mindlessly, selfishly devour the earth.                 The Greeks

called the monstrous Giants that preceded the gods the Titans, who

Zeus smote with lightning.             Just like Sodom and as in the days of

Noah, as predicted by Jesus and John of Patmos, there are practically

no decent people left on the planet. You take your life in your hands

when you walk into one of these cities. They're the Land of the Giants,

the Land of the Dead.

       In these cities, it's chaos and anarchy:

'♪ Everybody's talking and no one says a word
Everybody's making love and no one really cares
There's Nazis in the bathroom just below the stairs
Always something happening and nothing going on
There's always something cooking and nothing in the pot
They're starving back in China so finish what you got

   - Nobody told me there'd be days like these
    Strange days indeed -- strange days indeed

Everybody's smoking and no one's getting high
Everybody's flying and never touch the sky
There's a UFO over New York and I ain't too surprised

    - Nobody told me there'd be days like these
     Strange days indeed -- most peculiar, mama'          (John Lennon – 'Nobody
Told Me')

       Brown waxes poetic about these cities (and gets to display his

classical erudition).           Some of his epithets:     City of Dis (a Level

in Dante's 'Inferno') or Pluto; Satan's labyrinth; Stygian waters;

the Cumaean gates; the mouth of Hades; the Cretan labyrinth.                 'This

labyrinthe cave in which we live is the world of the dead; - this

metropolis is necropolis.'

'♪ Living in the city ain't where it's at
It's like trying to find gold in a silver mine
It's like trying to drink whisky from a bottle of wine        (Elton John)

       The vertical structures of cities (phallic Towers of Babel) for

Brown symbolize a defiance of Nature and an aggressive phallicity,

an attempt to conquer death through lasting and enduring monuments.

It's a case of the children's game Simple Simon Says (me).                    Before

you do anything at all always come to me and say 'May I, Lord?'                  Did

you say to me, 'Lord, may I build New York City?'                     No you didn't.

What we have here is a failure to communicate.                  If you had of asked

me, I would have said don't bother, you're wasting your time.                     I

nearly always say no to anything you want to do.                 As the Bible tells

you, 'Thy will be done, Lord.'                  Is that so hard to understand?   But

after you've built it, you then come to me and say 'Lord, look at

my handiwork.          Isn't New York magnificent?'           I say you've went to

a lot of trouble for nothing.                 That city has now become filled with

demons, devils and monsters.                 All the cities around the world I have

marked for destruction.

       How does Attila the Hun get laid?                 He and his henchmen cordon

off New York city.            They take great care to extract all the nubile

young females.          Then they torch the city making a bonfire of its ten

million inhabitants, and    Attila has a bonus.   Gorgeous sex slaves!

Attila is on the way!

'♪ They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom
For trying to change the system from within
I'm coming now, I'm coming to reward them
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I'm guided by   a signal in the heavens
I'm guided by   this birthmark on my skin
I'm guided by   the beauty of our weapons
First we take   Manhattan, then we take Berlin

I don't like your fashion business, mister
And I don't like these drugs that keep you thin
I don't like what happened to my sister
First we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin' (Leonard Cohen)

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                           The Tarot Cards

The Fool        Tower of Babel   King of the World

      If you go to a fortuneteller, you'll see them stack the Tarot

cards in piles of suits.   This shows they don't understand the cards.

It takes a Fool to understand them.   The cards are a simple narrative,

start to finish. The cards must be laid out in order.       The 0 card

is the happy Fool starting out his journey in life in tattered clothes

sewn out of the multicolored patches of the Joker with knapsack slung

over his shoulder and white rose of innocence while the dog nips at

his heels.           With each new card he picks up new life experiences and

strengths.           The Fool is not bright maybe, but at least he knows to

avoid the fate of the Hanged Man, the fate of the Jews so often and

of Jesus in particular on his cross.                 In the card, his body is the

Jewish hexagram shape (Star of David)and has the angelic light of

the dove descending.                 Remember, light unconsciously signifies slime

(as I said above with me on my Great White Throne).                  And the halo

of light you see in pictures of me and my saints signifies slime.

        By the way, Sir James Fraser noted, in addition to Jesus, other

bleeding dying and resurrected Gods, such as Osiris, Odin or Adonis

share features in common (virgin birth at the Winter Solstice,

descent to the Underworld - the Harrowing of Hell - which I'm doing

once again with my rebirth as association with fertility).                  Jesus

at Easter and I are the Pagan Spring Fertility God who's reborn.

                                 The Hanged Man

        Jesus on the middle cross:

'♪ Clowns to the left of me!
Jokers to the right!
Here I am stuck in the middle with you'.                          (Bob Dylan)

'♪ Day after day alone on the hill

The man with the foolish grin
is keeping perfectly still
But nobody wants to know him
They can see that he's just a fool
And he never gives an answer

But the fool on the hill

sees the sun going down
And the eyes in his head
See the world spinning round

Well on the way, his head in a cloud
The man of a thousand voices
is talking perfectly loud
But nobody ever hears him
Or the sound he appears to make
And he never seems to notice

Oh, round, round, round, round, round
And he never listen to them
He knows that they're the fools
But they don't like him '                                           (Beatles)

        Near the end is the Tower of Babel card.                 The Tower is being

struck by lightning (= slime) and has caught fire.                     People are

jumping out of the upper windows.                   The Fool as Wizard Rainmaker is

doing these special effects.                  And this precisely is what I did during

the Tower of Babel World Trade Center attack, where in addition to

the planes, separately I called up my Invisible Rain and Lighting

(= slime) planetwide (Mass Psychosis).                    In the last card, the

Joker/Fool, who has jest (not misspelled) come to crown, the wild

man from Borneo, stands as the the hermetic androgyne King of the

World, to which I equate the World card.'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.'

Schuchard quotes William Blake, 'the two-fold form Hermaphroditic

and the Double-sex'd/ The Female-male and the Male-female.'

        That's who you see.             Me.     Standing in front of you as King of

the World!         However, I don't plan to wear an actual crown like the


        Let me elaborate a moment on Mass Psychosis (the Secret

Rapture).        Repeating some of my list from the 1986 book:


      I said then, 'At first sight, looking over this by no means

exhaustive list, it appears we need to get out our umbrellas (or

perhaps a degree in meteorology).'      Both Freud and Jung taught

that the unconscious is collective.      It is the possession of

all of us.     Everyone on the planet is wired together by means of

this Collective Unconscious.      This is the transmission medium I

use on my Weird Radio.    Brown noted, 'In the deepest level of our

unconscious, we find not fantasies, but telepathy,' called by Freud

the uncanny.    The message I send on it when I get inside your head

is frequently garbled, and it fades in and out.      The transmission

medium is not always clear. The Tower of Babel is the Biblical

confusion of tongues (the meaning of Babel) =Mass Psychosis = the

gibbering of the mad on the Weird Radio.    Brown says, 'Civilization

originates in stammering, the builder is a stutterer:        Balbus

babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of Babel.      The thunder is God

stuttering: to speak broken heaventalk.'

      Pentecostals speak in tongues (glossolalia).       Brown says,

'Barbarism, or speaking with tongues
          as in Finnegans Wake
           polyglot turning into glossolalia.

      Now that you see me in person, I can tell you straight out what

the content of the message I was transmitting was.       It was:    'She's

getting too hot!    Danger!    Danger!   The women are waking up!   I also

said, 'After all, no one can predict the weather.'

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The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack (the Literal Tower

of Babel for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending)

      On 9/11, there were three things going on at once, and one was

not visible to the eye.       First, there were the two planeloads full

of zombies whipping through the air going into the Twin Towers.

Zombies?     Zombies!   Yes, as in my Judgment I gave you a few minutes

ago, you're dead - the Living Dead!       Zombies.   In his unconscious,

Osama Bin Laden unzipped his pants and sent two silver fairy seeds

whistling through the air to the Towers (he was attacking the Whore

of Babylon, New York, the financial capital of plantewide Hell).

      Hollywood closely prophesied this scenario in advance.         In

'Flash Gordon Conquers the Universe' (the title itself is a prophecy

of me – the Sky Marshal of the Universe), at the very end a spaceship

(phallic silver seed to the future) is sent hurtling into Emperor

Ming the Merciless's stronghold, which is a tall phallic tower where

he's holed up, blowing it to smithereens, reminiscent of the Towers.

Think of Saddam Hussein deep in his hole.     (As an Oedipal aside, Flash

is the hunk, Dale Arden is the doll and their offspring is the evil

dead fairy sex fiend dwarf – Ming the Merciless - me.)

      Second, there was the anthrax letterbomb attack by    obviously

a madman.

      As I said when I discussed the Fool at the Tower of Babel Tarot

card, the third thing was me calling up my invisible thunder and

lighting rainstorm striking at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis).    I

was copying the madman in my favorite movie 'The Brain from Planet

Arous' (1958) and shooting airliners out of the sky.    This is Wizard

Rainmaking.   In other words, I fired up my Weird Radio - the Secret

Rapture (holding my Invisible Radio up) a day or so before the attack

(we the gods know when something big is coming down) and continuing

for a day or so thereafter.    And at 9/11, I was the only one

broadcasting.   Like Osama, I was attacking the Whore of Babylon,

symbolized by the Towers in New York, the financial capital of Hell.

The first beforetime I broadcast in 1973, I was only one of hundreds

of angels blowing the horn.   And in subsequent broadcasts, fewer and

fewer were broadcasting, until I was the only one left at 9/11.    I'm

the last man on earth!   By contrast, you aren't men.    You are only

devils – zombies – the living dead.   I have known from my cradle that

I was born to rule, and I had my confirmation then, when I as the

last man on earth was the only one broadcasting.     So you shouldn't

be surprised that I now stand before you as King of the World!

      Neil Young in 'After the Gold Rush'(my second favorite rock song

of all time) 'prophesied' this:

'♪ Well, I dreamed I saw the knights
In armor coming,
Saying something about a queen.
There were peasants singing and
Drummers drumming
And the archer split the tree.
There was a fanfare blowing
To the sun
That was floating on the breeze.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.
Look at Mother Nature on the run
In the nineteen seventies.

Well, I dreamed I saw the silver
Space ships flying
In the yellow haze of the sun,
There were children crying
And colors flying
All around the chosen ones.
All in a dream, all in a dream
The loading had begun.
They were flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home in the sun.
Flying Mother Nature`s
Silver seed to a new home'.

      As the Last Man on Earth, the Chosen One he sang of, I turned

out to be the Archer for 9/11 with the phallic Towers as targets.

As landmarks, they were sitting ducks for my slime cruise missiles

(my special effects via my Weird Radio).     The silver seeds to the

future were the airliners.    The 'loading' Neil 'prophesied' is the

resulting billions I rapture out!    Pile 'em high!This is my

Cleansing/Culling/Evacuation of the Earth in my Conflagration at

World's End!His 'new home' is the New Jerusalem where I'm leading


       The phrase 'tilting at windmills' comes from Cervantes' very

early (1605) literary classic 'Don Quixote' meaning to quixotically,

madly, futilely attack targets as imaginary enemies.    He fantasized

he was a knight of chivalry.    A telling detail: he felt they were

Giants!    In 'V for Vendetta' (2005), V, hiding behind a mask, blows

up Big Ben as a (phallic) landmark target, takes control of the

airwaves, and later attacks the Houses of Parliament, all to impress

his lady love, who wavered on accepting him!

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To Greet the New Golden Age of the Returning Gods - New Jerusalem

Descending to Earth!

       Now, let me pull together the schematic sequence of events now

occurring.    Traditional Christian prophecy uses strict linear time

culminating in the Second Coming and the end of the world.      True

enough, but quoting Verene on Joyce's Vico, 'Joyce transforms the

three ages of gods, heroes and humans of Vico's "ideal eternal

history" into a structure of four -- the fourth is the stage of

dissolution, heralding the renewal at the end of the cycle.'      So

Joyce added the upcoming fourth age - the Golden Age (Second Coming)

to Vico's three ages. Linear time ends then, and the next cycle begins

(making a widening spiral).   Brown says, 'a cyclical view of history,

a cycle of world ages.'

      The Vedic Puranas (Sanskrit for 'Ancient Times') labeled this

the Kali (means Iron) Yuga, the last period with degeneration of

character and morals.    Corresponding is the Book of Daniel prophecy

with the last age as the Iron Age.   Similarly for the Greeks, Hesiod

called the last age the Iron Age when men have no shame and the gods

have forsaken humanity.    The Mayan Popol Vuh had four ages.     In the

age of Wood the creatures walked according to their own desires and

neglected to worship the gods and were destroyed by a great flood

sent by these gods.     Such Flood myths are universal.

      Brown recorded on audio cassette TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS

in 1971, transferred to 6 CDs in 2007 (OCLC 19188640; LCD9772).    Then

he wrote CLOSING TIME where he refers to Joyce's fourth age as a

'interval of timeless formlessness, an interregnum' (translated as

a time between kings), inaugurating the Golden Age.    Brown says, 'The

golden years return.', and 'Waiting for a new dawn.'    Also, 'waiting

for the return of the theocratic age - to recognize the gods, to greet


      So, the Christian timetable is amplified. The World Trade Center

Attack was the literal fulfillment of the Tower of Babel                  Tarot card.

As Brown says, 'the gods return in thunder'.                   As I said, 'this was

me calling up my invisible thunder and lighting                 rainstorm striking

at the Twin Towers (Mass Psychosis).               In other words, I fired up my

Weird Radio.'       This is one of the multiple Secret Rapture events of

which I have been the main instigator, along with several of my

assistant angels.

'♪ Call out the instigators
Because there's something in the air (= slime raining down!)
We've got to get together sooner or later
Because the revolution's here, and you know it's right
And you know that it's right'       by Thunderclap Newman       'Something in the Air'

       The upcoming final Secret Rapture, by my hand, will be the final

conflagration where the world is consumed as prophesied by fire, the

net result being a shitload (pardon my French) of corpses, my fairy

dump, again to inaugurate the fourth Golden Age, after I spew slime

planetwide!        Scoop 'em up!         Make room!       Make room!        Pile 'em high!

A bonfire offering to the Sun!                 'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is

come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the earth is ripe'.   Rev 14:15   'Let the dead bury

their dead.'

       The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians

generally is that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's

not Biblical.        Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend

support.       Paul was out of his depth and language resources.

       It is real as the corpses I laid out!                And I give it it's        proper


                               MASS PSYCHOSIS!

       So, just as Jesus correctly prophesied the Kingdom within a

generation, you will soon behold the descent of the New Jerusalem

down to Earth from Heaven!

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      I said I'm a Communist.   The last century was littered with many

heinous dictators and tyrants.     There are in the present day still

many around outside the West.     I admire none of them.    Like me,

they're thugs, goons, morons and idiots.     They're stand-ins for the

all mad, all bad cliffhanger villains who plotted World Domination

(mwahahaha!).   But I do respect a few of them.     I'll name Lenin,

certainly not Stalin, but yes on Mao and Castro. Lenin called Leftism

an infantile disorder – he was more profoundly right than he knew.

Leftists are shrill in tone, because unconsciously they see the taboo

is being violated.    I also like the Frankfurt School Jews:

Horkenheimer and especially Adorno.      They made mistakes in their

works such as 'The Dialectic of Enlightenment' and have been rightly

criticized as elitist mandarins.     But here at the End of the World

their brand of Marxism has been ultimately vindicated.

      Castro would never use this terminology, but he's a fair wizard.

Specifically, he's a clockstopper.      As a better wizard, I'm going

to go him one better (below).   He came to power in 1959, looked around

and said 'hey, we've got enough to get by, let's stop the clock!'

He made time stand still, and in subsequent years on Havana's streets

all you saw were ancient fifties dinosaur cars that were the old gas

guzzlers with huge tail fins.     And with no repair parts, they were

clunkers held together by such as string and chewing gum.

      Mao's successors used their advantage as a totalitarian state

to institute a one child policy in an attempt to control

overpopulation, with mixed results.

      I look at the politicians such as John Howard, Gordon Brown and

Barack Obama.       They are hard-working, honest and honorable.                     They

are all criminals!         They've stuck it in!           They are automatically

disqualified from rule!           I want to address the real rulers which are

certainly not the politicians.              They're all in the bag of the

billionaires that are CEOs of the multinationals.                  These are the real

rulers.     They prefer to remain anonymous.                But, some have stepped

into the spotlight and have become celebrities.                     I'll name Donald

Trump, Bill Gates, Richard Branson, Rupert Murdoch, Sumner Redstone,

Warren Buffet, Sam Walton (I use his Walmart!), George Soros and Oprah

Winfrey.     Bill Gates is such a nerd that he didn't even get married

until late.      A significant number in Hollywood are billionaires. I

mean none of you billionaires any harm.                  And I am not going to

confiscate your billions. But I have a question.                     When are you go

to get enough?        Between now and the time you die are you going to

starve?     I don't think so.          So why do you continue to pile it up?

There is something wrong with you!              As Jesus said, 'It's easier for a camel

to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter into the kingdom of God.'

In one translation, instead of camel the word is rope.                      Jesus made

a Freudian slip here.           Eye of the needle = cunt.

      The world is precisely 180 degrees upside down - topsy turvy.

Hell is an inverted world.            As Joyce said, 'It's about to

rolywholyover.'        'The last shall be first', as Jesus said.       All the most

vicious, selfish, greedy backstabbing devils (the billionaires) are

on top and the few remaining decent people here in Hell are on the

bottom.     Adam Smith, the grand theorist of capitalism, said that

everyone pursues their own selfish interest (in other words, be

devils), and it all works out (the Invisible Hand).                    The only rule

here is: Grab! Grab! Grab! Houses, boats, cars, for sure a woman,

whatever you can get you hands on, whether you need it or not. And

never stop, just keep grabbing!              Quoting Mt 6:19 – 'Lay not up for

yourselves treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves

break through and steal.'   You aren't the slightest bit grateful for

anything you have.          All you say is: 'More! More! More!'               And you

don't have the slightest clue where it's all coming from.                    You don't

care a fig that everything you buy that you don't need is helping

to destroy my planet.         The single most important and revealing verse

from John of Patmos is Rev. 11:18 where the wrath will: 'destroy them

which destroy the earth.'   You try the patience of saints!

'♪ Come and join the party, dress to kill
Won't you come and join the party, dress to kill
Dress to kill

It's an eminence front                             (The Who)
It's an eminence front, it's a put on, it's a put on'

      I'm the Reaper!

'♪ All our times have come                   (Blue Oyster Cult)
Here but now they're gone
Seasons don't fear the reaper
Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain (We can be like they are)

Come on baby (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby take my hand (Don't fear the reaper)
We'll be able to fly (Don't fear the reaper)
Baby, I'm your man

Valentine is done
Here but now they're gone
Romeo and Juliet
Are together in eternity (Romeo and Juliet)
Forty thousand men and women every day (Like Romeo and Juliet [die!])
Forty thousand men and women every day (Redefine happiness)
Another forty thousand coming every day (We can be like they are)

'Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the

earth is ripe.'   Rev 14:15

        With all that stuff, you're still miserable.                     I put you out of

your misery and rapture you home, just as they shoot horses that are

worn out and foaming at the mouth!               That stuff doesn't make you happy.

It's an old, old story.           Adam Smith said it all works by the Invisible

Hand.      Smith was blind as a bat!              The Invisible Hand is the Whore

of Babylon, nothing less!              And all the billionaires are in service

to the Whore of Babylon.              They are her slaves, beholden to Mammon

and the marketplace.            In turn, the Whore serves Satan himself.                     As

another famed economist, John Maynard Keynes (apostle of massive

government deficits), noted, "Capitalism is the astounding belief

that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things

for the greatest good of everyone."                   This winner take all

meritocratic jungle is mirrored/aped by the Hollywood superstars.

      I am not going to close the stock market, but what I am going

to do will cause it to crash.    The collapse of the Soviet states

demonstrates that only capitalism delivers the goods, and it will

still exist, but in modified form.    Previously, I listed some

examples of things we won't be making in the New Jerusalem.     I will

keep stock market open, but I will maintain a lengthy list of things

we don't make anymore.    We will make only about 10% of the things

we presently make.   Capitalism will still exist, but only in a

limited arena.   And the stock market will have fallen to nearly zero,

so it won't be much of a market.                            There will

be no advertisements in the New Jerusalem.      The very definition of

an advertisement is to get you to buy something you don't need or

want.   It's selling refrigerators to Eskimos (a non PC word).      In

the New Jerusalem, we will take only what we need, and leave the rest.

The way advertisers sell their goods is to use Sigmund Freud.    Proof

that Freud is correct, is that, by the twenties, the industry listened

to Freud.   And from that point on, the industry has always used him

with complete success.    It is Marx's   fetishism of commodities.

And most advertising has always been oriented towards women.       She

has usually been the primary shopper in the household.

      Let women buy what they want, and they will try to buy the

'Stairway to Heaven' – the Led Zeppelin song.   That is, the only thing

really on a woman's mind is to get a man and get a seed.      She buys

all the fashionable clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that

purpose (again, this is Marx's fetishism of commodities).        She's a

black hole – she sucks all these things in like a vacuum cleaner.

In a woman's unconscious, the things she piles up from the store are

seeds.    That's all that's on her mind.    She's building her nest.

She doesn't really need or want any of this stuff.      All she has to

do is wiggle her finger to get what she really wants.       She didn't

need to buy any of it.    As Led Zeppelin sang, '♪ with a word she can

get what she came for.'     We're in the utopia of the dolls.     Their

every whim is instantly gratified, and most of what they ask for they

don't need.   They enjoy grinding men down into the dust running them

ragged getting them this and that.     The New Jerusalem is the male

utopia, where women are handmaids.     Do I support feminism?     Not!

I've never been PC - Politically Correct!         Take that feminazis!

      The West used to be patriarchal, but has long since ceased to

be so.   The Whore of Babylon reigns by default since we men have lost

our patriarchy – the dolls call the shots here.    You may have noticed

that I have been addressing only the men here, as it should be.     The

Bible of course is patriarchal, starting in Genesis with who begat

whom.    I am 1000% patriarchal, and am going to reinstate patriarchy.

All the freightliners on the highways, all the cargo ships at sea,

and all the freight trains on their tracks all dance to the Whore

of Babylon's (the doll's) tune.

      So often these days, my good man, you have a woman boss.   A woman

tells you what to do.     Question:   Seed, seed, who's got the seed?

Last time I checked you do.               How far is she going to get without a

seed?     Nowhere!       How come a woman is telling a man what to do?                       We

have women combat jet pilots here!                  Totally absurd!          Who is really

sane, and who is really mad here?

       I can be rightly accused of being a misogynist here, but I don't

hate women.       And I'm against both physical and psychological abuse.

But my mission is to hypnotize and put all the women to sleep and

under my spell.          Repeating, Paul says with regard to Satan's

planetwide spell, 'For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against

principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against

spiritual wickedness in high places.'

       The only valid choice is either the females in command or men.

Both ways you get steely taskmasters.                    But women can't see.               They

can't look beyond themselves and their families.                          Men have heart.

'Father knows best.'

       Another question:           Why must any virgin have to work?               If no one

at all had stuck it in, not even once, there would be nobody here,

and nothing you see would be here.                 As Joyce points out in the Wake,

'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and

Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch.                        Which every lad

and lass in the lane knows.'                Again Joyce, 'It's as semper as


'♪ Everybody knows the secret (I gotta secret –I'm a virgin!)
Oh, everybody knows the score, yeah, yeah

I have finally found a way to live
In the color of the Lord'                                 (Blind Faith)

'♪ And you may ask yourself
What is that beautiful house?
And you may ask yourself
Where does that highway go?
And you may ask yourself
Am I right?...Am I wrong?
And you may tell yourself
MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?' (putting it in!)        (Talking Heads)

'♪ You are young and life is long and there is time to kill
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun.'
                                                  (Pink Floyd)

'♪ We skipped the light fandango
turned cartwheels 'cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
but the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
as the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
the waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
as the miller told his tale
that her face, at first just ghostly,
turned a whiter shade of pale'                         (Procul Harum)

(Crowd clamors to see her, the real star of the show, as my bawdy
namesake from Chaucer grosses her out and freezes her into a stone

      It's a phantom empire!   We have become another Atlantis - a Lost

Continent!   It was all built on a bed of sand.       '♪ Castles made of

sand, fall in the sea, eventually' (Jimi Hendrix).    Gene Autry played

the Space Cowboy in 'The Phantom Empire' serial from 1935.       I'm the

real Space Cowboy!   Remember it was at the height of the Depression.

It seemed in those desperate days that Hollywood's prophecy of all

the superscience would never come to pass.    It did come to pass with

all the amazing scientific marvels we have now. But it all came at

a fatal price.   There's the devil to pay.   We have to pay the piper

- a fairy collect.     It was all a fairy show that Hollywood put on

for us - a fairy trap.    For at the end of the serial, the advanced

technological civilization literally melts before Gene's eyes.

Hollywood made a spot on prophecy of the price we are going to pay

for our service to Satan!    In terms of the Christian three story

universe, the fairy world of superscience can slide the aboveground

world into Hell.

      Clint Eastwood was another Space Cowboy in 'High Plains Drifter'

where he circumscribed a forbidden zone by having the folk paint the

town red to mark it, a colloquial phrase for a 'crazy' thing to do.

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                       Legal Reform

      Precisely as in Sodom, the legal system is upside down.   Obvious

murderers and heinous criminals go scot free, and minor offenders

get stiff sentences.    Miscarriages of justice are rampant.    Day and

night on TV lawyers advertise to take you're case,      Everyone sues

everyone, just as in Sodom.    I'm going to completely overhaul the

tort system and class action suits.

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                        Tax Reform

      No one on the planet understands the tax code.     I'm going to

switch to the Fair Tax with no more tax forms at all.

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                  The   Illegal Aliens

      I'm going to interrupt the discussion to get a piece of business

started this evening.    Uncle Sam has gone senile, and can't even

maintain the integrity of the borders, the most elementary function

of a state.   As of this moment, the INS is strictly an enforcement

agency.   I nominate Pat Buchanan to be it's head, if he will accept.

There will be zero immigration until further notice.         The

Constitutional provision (the 14th Amendment) that children born to

noncitizens in the U.S are citizens is suspended.      At places where

illegals sneak in, we are going to set up a several mile demilitarized

zone, and lay down land mines - no fences needed.     We'll also have

agents patrolling by land and air.   Any human beings in the DMZ, night

or day, will be shot.   And you will not receive a burial.    Your bones

will be left to bleach in the desert as vulture food.

      The INS is tasked with coming up with all the information on

who is legal.    This will take no doubt several months, since as a

Federal agency, they typically don't know their ass from a hole in

the ground.

      I should know, since I worked until my retirement as a

Washington, D.C. Fed, after I earned my Master's in Physics.             I

deliberately chose that work, because it's excellent work for

slackers.   Earlier, I had a literal offer to be a rocket scientist

- to work at Kennedy Space Center for NASA.     But I chose an easier

job as a Fed.   That was a front for my real separate full time job

– becoming God, which is unbelievably hard and all consuming.        I

deliberately chose slacker work while I was developing my powers.

Just like Clark Kent and all the superheroes, I had a secret, dual

identity.   Like them, I have superpowers, and my superpowers are

real!   I'm a real   superhero!   I need to have my costume designed.

On second thought I'll just wear Superman's.      Actually, you'll

always see me in casual clothes.    In my secret identity, I was a mad

scientist in addition to my real life role as an actual scientist,

on the rocky road to becoming God (it's hard to be a god).

      Back to the illegals:   Every illegal alien tomorrow morning

will put a for sale sign on their house, car, etc.      You can also

transport your goods with you to your home country.      When you get

your cash, head for the border.    If you don't have transportation,

we'll organize transports.    Since all the illegals will be putting

their assets up for sale at the same time, many will be taken advantage

of.   I realize you'll only get pennies on the dollar.      We'll

commission ships for those from overseas.     I will not negotiate with

your home countries nor pay a bribe for them to accept you back.   You

have to go for two reasons.     1.    We don't have time to assimilate

you, we've got too many other problems on the plate right now.      2.

We need those jobs.     Jobs are shortly going to be nearly impossible

to find.    Plenty of people will be happy for any job they can get.

All illegals are felons, after all.    If you're illegal, and you don't

leave,     once the INS has the information, it will make repeated

sweeps of all neighborhoods.    If you wait till you're picked up, you

won't be able to cash out your assets, and Uncle Sam takes your house,

etc.    Illegals picked up in the sweeps will get one hearing before

a judge to prove they are legal.      If the judge rules against you,

you will be shot.     As of this moment, no illegals will attend any

school in this country.    You will receive no hospital services unless

you pay for them.     If your home country won't admit you, we'll park

you on the border of your country in tent cities until someone does

take you.

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                 All Aboard My Time Machine!

       Dig my Emperor's New Groove!

       When I sing and dance, it mostly comes across as the pathetic

mumbles of Frankenstein's monster (mad gibbering) in 'Young

Frankenstein' when he attempted to sing '♪ Putting on the Ritz',

rather than suave crooning.     He spoke in a squealing, dumbfounded,

mute speech.   But here goes!:

'♪ It's astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely

Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

It's just a jump to the left
And then a step to the right
With your hands on your hips
You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

It's so dreamy
Oh, fantasy free me
So you can't see me
No, not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well secluded, I see all

With a bit of a mind flip
You're into the time slip
And nothing can ever be the same
You're spaced out on sensation
Like you're under sedation

Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again'

                                    'The Rocky Horror Picture Show'

      I, God, am an inventor.    I am all the time constructing new

devices.   Here in my hands is an example - my very latest, improved

model Weird Radio.    See the dials where I tune it in (holding up my

invisible Weird Radio, tuning the dial).      Again you may go, 'Lord,

you're shucking me!     You are holding nothing in your hand!'   I reply

that I can see and tune my radio just fine.      I said I was going to

go Castro one better.    I have constructed a time machine – my latest

and best device.     Everyone on the planet is going to get aboard my

train I have constructed, no exceptions, starting with the next

session.   I'm the conductor, and you will be sealed cargo.       It's

going to be a rough and rocky passage, but I'm charged with keeping

it as painless as possible.    The main thing is to keep your wits about

you, do what I say, and many, if not all, will get out of this alive.

      My time machine does not travel in geographic space.   It travels

only in time.   It only goes one direction in time - backwards.      As

the titles of the movies say, we're going 'Back to the Future',

'Somewhere in Time'.     I'm going to roll the clock planetwide back

to approximately 1900 - very slowly and carefully.    If we go too fast,

we'll loose more people than otherwise on the way.      My time machine

will plunge the entire planet into a deep spell.      We're facing the

most extreme emergency my poor battered planet has ever faced.     I've

got billions of you devils in service to Satan, and under his orders

you've almost succeeded in destroying my planet.       Every word from

the lips of Satan you hop right to.     The damned don't cry.    The bad

sleep well.   You don't question Satan.    The Bible said you must obey

every word, every spermatic word, from the mouth of the Lord.         My

mouth.    You don't.   I don't get no respect.

       I'm going to do what Jesus Christ and Karl Marx was going to

do.    Watch Mr. Wizard (me)!   Jesus, Marx and all the Old Testament

prophets were all renegade Jews.    I like renegade Jews.    They always

come up with interesting messianic ideas.        Barack Obama (mentored

by Weather Undergrounders such as Bernadine Dohrn) style socialism

and genuine communism are poles apart.      Both nationalize the private

sector including health care, etc.      Socialism desires infantile

dependent freeloader wards sucking the government teat (the mother

fixation I took up earlier).    You get cradle to grave deadbeats.   But

the objective of communism is the 'withering away of the state.' -

to end global multinationalism and to dissolve all state


       I'm going to do what Jesus and Marx were going to do.     We are

going to go off and be mostly native, mostly barbarian, stupid idiots

like we always are.     We will be in fact becoming highly evolved the

spiritual beings, who can access

hyperdimensions/other dimensions/the Other World.        You say that
this was not in your plans, no thank you.    You've got your three piece
suit and your townhouse.      You're not eager to put on a loincloth.
We must head in that direction for the sake of the survival of my
planet.    We're going to have to have a low footprint on the ground.
'♪    Get back to where you once belonged.' (Beatles).   Marx complained

of the 'idiocy of rural life'.      But I'm leading you to:

' ♪ Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads'                                                        (John Denver)

' ♪ When are you gonna come down
When are you going to land
I should have stayed on the farm
I should have listened to my old man

You know you can't hold me forever
I didn't sign up with you
I'm not a present for your friends to open
This boy's too young to be singing the blues

So goodbye yellow brick road                   (Dorothy's Utopia of the Dolls)
Where the dogs of society howl
You can't plant me in your penthouse
I'm going back to my plough

Back to the howling old owl in the woods
Hunting the horny back toad
Oh I've finally decided my future lies
Beyond the yellow brick road
What do you think you'll do then
I bet that'll shoot down your plane
It'll take you a couple of vodka and tonics
To set you on your feet again
Maybe you'll get a replacement
There's plenty like me to be found
Mongrels who ain't got a penny
Sniffing for tidbits like you on the ground'                                        (Elton John)

'♪ Everybody's building ships and boats
Some are building monuments, others are jotting down notes
Everybody's in despair, every girl and boy
But when Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Everybody's gonna jump for joy

Come all without, come all within
You'll not see nothing like the Mighty Quinn'                                    (Bob Dylan)

'♪ Bodhisattva ( also called Buddha)
I'm gonna sell my house in town
I'm gonna sell my house in town

And I'll be there
To shine in your Japan
To sparkle in your China
Yes I'll be there
Bodhisattva'                                    (Steely Dan)

       In the Deep South, they're clockstoppers!:
'♪ Summertime and the livin is easy
Fish are jumpin and the cotton is fine
Oh your daddys rich and your ma is good lookin
So hush little baby, dont you cry
     (Oedipal Son of a Gun and SOB)
One of these mornings (Second Resurrection – The Secret Rapture)
You're goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning
Theres a nothin can harm you
With daddy and mammy standin by'

'♪ L.A. proved too much for the man
(Too much for the man, he couldn't make it)
So he's leaving a life he's come to know, ooh
He said he's going back to find
Ooh, what's left of his world
The world he left behind not so long ago

He's leaving
On that midnight train to Georgia, yeah
Said he's going back
To a simpler place and time, oh yes he is
I'll be with him
On that midnight train to Georgia
I'd rather live in his world
Than live without him in mine'          (Gladys Knight)

'♪ Somewhere beyond the sea, somewhere waiting for me,
My lover stands on golden sands
And watches the ships that go sailing.
Somewhere beyond the sea, he’s there watching for me
If I could fly like birds on high
Then straight to his arms I’d go sailing.
It’s far beyond a star, it’s near beyond the moon.

I know beyond a doubt, my heart will lead me there soon.'
       The Unconscious is Collective. Paul declares, 'there is no respect of

persons with God.'    The Kingdom of Heaven is within where we are

all One.          Brown concurs, 'God does not go for personalities; nor

does the Last Judgment consist in the award of prizes to personalities

for the performance of their parts. The performance principle must

go; the show must not go on. The parts are not real:                            for ye are all

one in Christ Jesus; he is not your personal savior.                               In the Last

Judgment, the apocalyptic fire will burn up the masks and the theater

- - psychoanalysis is not 'ego psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me'

fabrication, a piece of illusion (Maya)'.                         'Man looketh on the outward

appearance, but the LORD looketh on the heart.'   Satan highly esteems intellect, and

you collect tokens such as degrees here in Hell, but I'm concerned

with your heart.

       And, you can't fix stupid.                   'For you have the poor always with you.'    I'm
fine if you're stupid (and thus poor), in spite of Brown and my earlier
comments on white male superiority, if you have heart.
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                               Twinkle Town

       Nothing good ever has come from Hollywood.                       Everything has been

a deadly poison putting us ever deeper in Hell.                            The movies had

unsavory origins.            Their origin was traveling carnivals and

vaudeville shows.            Movies were severely frowned on in the early days

of the industry.     The people behind them have always been sleazy,

low lifes.    They   amount to dead fairies as a group, although,    you

can't say that about any particular individual.     It takes one to know

one.    I'm a dead fairy also.   And I see what Twinkle Town (or, Tinsel

Town) really amounts to.     Don't ever sit down at a poker table where

opposite you are fairies.    You need to know that if you lose, they'll

not only take the shirt off your back, but they are going to kill

you.    You are betting your life.   And you also need to know that they

always hold the high cards before you sit down at the table.        When

you lay your hand on the table, they always slap down a better hand.

The moral is that children shouldn't play with dead things.         The

wares Twinkle Town sells are all deadly fairy poison.      Joyce says,

'swishingsight teilweisioned' (Joyce's prophesy prior to regular TV


       What you see on the TV is what I, God, have always been able

to see without the need for a TV screen.       I am all-seeing in my

omniscience.    And once TV lets you see what I see, it will turn you

into a Fool like me also – it's a boob tube.       TV gives you a god's

eye view like me.     TV makes you omniscient:

'♪ I know you've deceived me, now here's a surprise

I know that you have 'cause there's magic in my eyes

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles

Oh yeah

If you think that I don't know about the little tricks you play

And never see you when deliberately you put things in my way

Well, here's a poke at you

You're gonna choke on it too

You're gonna lose that smile

Because all the while

I can see for miles and miles

I can see for miles and miles

I can see for miles and miles and miles and miles and miles'

       It will warp and rot your brain and turn you into a frozen stone

statue, fascinated, hypnotized and glued to the screen, the condition

I've been in from birth.            For me particularly, because I'm a

chameleon madman, I become what I see there unwillingly.            There's

an obscure film from the early days of TV – 'Meet Mr. Lucifer' (1953).

The message of the title and the storyline is that everything on the

TV is straight from Hell, and if you participate in any of it, you'll

become a devil.       Everything you see on TV - all the people -everything

- is a broadcast straight from Hell.          TV is the devil's picturebook.

It is mind destroying infantile garbage and filth.           I must shut it

all down to put all the women to sleep!

  '♪ When I think back
On all the crap I learned in high school
It's a wonder
I can think at all
And though my lack of education

Hasn't hurt me none
I can read the writing on the wall

Kodachrome                         (TV as omniscient – God's eye view)
They give us those nice bright colors
They give us the greens of summers
Makes you think all the worldfs a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama donft take my kodachrome away

If you took all the girls I knew
When I was single
And brought them all together for one night
I know theyfd never match
My sweet imagination
And everything looks worse in black and white                            (Paul Simon)

       If you study Hollywood carefully over the years, as I have, you

can't avoid the conclusion that the engine that has run Hollywood

from the start is porn - all these beautiful dolls that as a group

make up the Whore of Babylon.           Most of you are offended by porn and

avoid it, but that has always been the secret motive power of

Hollywood, and this is what has kept our eyes glued to the screen

all this time.       Porn is Space Fucking, as in 'Weird Science' (1985),

where horny computer nerds conjure a Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the

gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock.), which we're in fact doing with our


       All men react Hollywood's gorgeous dolls ('filthy pictures'),

but nerds such as myself also salivate over gleaming phallic silver

spaceships (seeds to the future).               The vedic vimanas (spaceships)

dreamed of (these are spaceships of the mind)in India as the prior

world age/aeon (Hindu yugas) turned into the aeon also now ending

were revived by Hollywood (e. g., the Flash Gordon serials of the

desperate days of the Thirties).               Tales also arose of a Great Flood,

time travel and parallel universes – i.e., their forbidden quest

drove them mad!         That prior cycle ended in a 'nuclear warfare'

conflagration as this one will when I again set off my worldwide

detonation.       That 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't

be visible to the eye (it will be hyperdimensional).                Kingsley Amis

rightly titled his study of the science fiction genre 'New Maps of

Hell.'     This superscience puts us in Hell.

       This stuff's designed to drive you mad (welcome to the club)!

This stuff'll kill ya!            We're laughing ourselves to death!        These

killing jokes will drop you dead!               Instead of buying ever newer large

screen TVs to pick up all the sexy details, you should of chucked

your sets out the window!

'♪ He blew his mind out in a car.
He didn't notice that the lights had changed.
A crowd of people stood and stared,
They'd seen his face before.
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords.'

       Television is the tool that amplified the strength of my

Invisible Fairy Rain.            I do my Fairy Bowling with the dolls I see

on TV.     I see them and launch my cum cruise missiles, my slime

bullets, at them.          Rock star Pat Benatar stands on stage in a sexy

costume and sings,

'♪ Hit me with your best shot!

Why don't you hit me with your best shot?

Fire away!'

       She's asking for it, and I happily oblige!                 When I set off my

thermonuclear bombs, I'm blasting the planet back to the Stone Age

to usher in the next aeon.           'Murder by Television', a movie from the

Thirties before production of TV's actually began, prophesied what

I was going to do.          Haven't you noticed that practically the only

women you see on TV are dolls?             We've got millions of dolls now

arriving, coming in increasing numbers!                They're here with the aid

of TV!     TV is their magic Witches' Mirror!

       Through the looking glass of the TV is a Candy Store of dolls,

the strictly forbidden Isle of the Blessed!                It's a Dollhouse!     You

want to reach out and grab 'em!              Schuchard notes the Jewish

Kabbalists taught that a 'telepathic' sexual relation without

physical contact was possible between male and female fantasizers.

'♪ This monkey gone to Heaven.'              TV has made us all into sexual

perverts – voyeurs/lechers.            You can look but you can't touch!        But

I was able to step into the screen to set off my timebomb!                 Timebombs

are prominent plot devices in many action movies, practice because

Hollywood had in advance set itself up to self destruct!

'♪ Step right up and don't be shy,
because you will not believe your eyes.
She's right here behind the glass        (the TV screen)
and you're gonna like her,
'cause she's got class.
You can look inside another world. (hyperdimensional/parallel dimension)
You get to talk to a pretty girl.
She's everything you dream about...

but don't fall in love...
She's a beauty ---
one in a million girls,
she's a beauty.
Why would I lie?
Why would I lie?
You can say anything you like,
but you can't touch the merchandise.      (The Tubes = TV Screen + 'Down the tubes!')

       For the TV stage show:

'♪ Say, it’s only a paper moon sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
Yes, it’s only a canvas sky hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed in me.
       Without your love, it’s a honky-tonk parade.
       Without your love, it’s a melody played in a penny arcade.
It’s a Barnum and Bailey world, just as phony as it can be
But it wouldn’t be make believe if you believed…….if you believed…..
If you.. be..lieved.. in.. me.'
       For the benefit of Harry Potter wannabes, this is not the 'Coast

to Coast AM' radio version.               The Unconscious is Collective: 'My name

is Legion: for we are many.' (possessed   by demons).     LEGION (2010) depicts Me

at the Final Battle vowing vengeance and wiping out the human race

that I Judge as no longer worthy of Me.                  Wizards are 'sensitive'-

able to commune with the 'dead'(the 'Living Dead') as vessels of the

Collective Unconscious, the Weird Radio, and can become

professionals through our abilities.                 Symptoms of the mad, such as

hallucinations and hearing voices merely means we are directly tapped

into this Collective Unconscious.                 As in the film 'The Signal',

receivers of this Weird Radio may go criminally insane.                        It is

painful, deadly, poisonous and contagious.                   The film 'The Last

Airbender' depicts such a Chosen One, a boy (really meaning a

narcissistic fairy – a boy in the body of a man as with the Dalai

Lama) with this power to emit and receive.             He can bend the 'air',

in other words, curve space and warp time.            He is the lone human who

can harness the powers of each element to restore balance to the

ravaged world.      Like the Hanged Man of the Tarot and Jesus and I,

the rest of the world will stop at nothing to turn us off.           Repeating

what I said earlier, you legitimately may go, 'Let's take this sucker


         ' ♪ You consider me the young apprentice
      Caught between the Scylla and Charybdis.
      Hypnotized by you if I should linger
      Staring at the ring around your finger.
      I have only come here seeking knowledge,
      Things they would not teach me of in college.
        - -
      Mephistopheles is not your name,
      But I know what you're up to just the same.
      I will listen hard to your tuition,
      And you will see it come to it's fruition.
      I'll be wrapped around your finger.
      I'll be wrapped around your finger.
      Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
      Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
      I will turn your face to alabaster,                      (i.e., stone)
      Then you'll find your servant is your master,
      And you'll be wrapped around my finger.
      I'll be wrapped around your finger.
      You'll be wrapped around my finger.
      I'll be wrapped around your finger.....'                     (Sting)

       We shamans are technicians of the sacred who can control and

manipulate the spirit world and receive manifestations (conjuring

the 'dead').     Analogies of this insubstantial spectral, ghostly

spirit world are such as mirror images, reflections in the water,

shadows or dream images.        Techniques to reach that

Otherworld/parallel universe/hyperdimension include scrying or

crystal gazing and channeling, used to enter an ecstatic trance to

make contact.    Through TV by social engineering and billions of

dollars, Satan mimics that world.     With respect to Coast to Coast

AM and the numerous alien or ghost hunter shows on TV, don't search

here and yon for these entities.    Just study what is what's on the

screen!   The uncut version of 'The Devil's Rain' has a globe of souls

(crystal ball = TV) containing the tormented damned which is

consigned to a     'bottomless pit' as in Revelation, prophesying the

fate of TV sets and TV broadcasts, all set in advance to


      I have said you've met your maker, but it actually goes back

and forth.   Did I make you, or did you make me - out of your

unconscious?     I am the Id monster that you made with the aid of

Hollywood out of your unconscious, again, the Beast slouching towards

Bethlehem.   Hollywood had a big part in making me, as indicated in

the film 'Making Mr. Right' (rigid robotic movements = erection with

a life of its own ).    Alien 'Starman' also has lumbering, clumsy

movements, just as Frankenstein's monster.    And I'm a quick study.

All through this session, I've referred to various movies and songs.

I'm the only person who knows what each movie actually means – far

different from what each one supposedly means.     Hollywood in fact

had two mandates.    The first was the easy part - to put us in Hell,

The second part was to create me, someone who can lay Satan down.

For Hollywood deliberately was charged with temporarily driving the

whole world mad (Mass Psychosis), so that I so that I singlehandedly,

a raving madman and the Last Man on Earth- the Lone Ranger - the Sole

Survivor - Suspect Zero would be the only sane person left on the

planet able as King of the World to rolywholyover this topsy turvy

inverted world of Hell!

'♪ Coming into Los Angeles
Bringing in a couple of keys (my keys to Hell and Death)
Don't touch my bags if you please
Mister Customs Man

There's a guy with a ticket to Mexico
No, he couldn't look much stranger
Walking in the hall with his things and all
Smiling, said he was the Lone Ranger.'              (Arlo Guthrie)

      I came here to deliberately shoot ourselves in the foot.     I'm

going to kill the goose that laid the golden egg.     Specifically,

Hollywood is out of business shortly.    James Joyce in the Wake

instructed us to 'Roll away the reel world!' (spelling r-e-e-l).     As

Joyce says, 'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.'

The Hollywood fairies have put us in a fairy world, one that will

not withstand the scrutiny of the light of day.    In particular, at

a date that I'll set all worlwide all entertainment production will

cease.    Movie screens will go dark planetwide.   Radio and TV

broadcasts will cease.    Keep your existing dvds, etc., including

porn.    It's just that there won't be any new ones coming out.    You

have tens of thousands of titles to look at and trade with others.

Hollywood was out of ideas by the Seventies, and since then it has

all just been recycled anyway.            Once all screens go dark, the dolls

will all vanish!       They'll literally melt down and disappear exactly

like that other witch - the Wicked Witch of Oz!                   Once their magic

Witch's Mirror (TV) goes dark, they'll turn back into plain women.

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       The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation)

      'And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved.'

      Think about the implications of no Hollywood.                    The more you

think about the dimensions of it, the more you will realize that it

will lead to a worldwide economic collapse.                  For starters, the

millions in entertainment production and in broadcasting are out on

the streets.     I say to the millionaire movie stars:              You've made your

ill gotten gains.        Take the money and run!            Movie stars get paid

those millions for simply reading what someone else has wrote.                       It's

the biggest scam going.

      We have to go through this collapse to lay Satan down (the Great

Tribulation).      The collapse will be more severe than the Thirties

Depression.      In that earlier Depression, our granddaddies hopped a

boxcar and rode to the end of the line.            They should have stayed right

there.    This time we are not going to recover from it.                    As I say,

instead we are going backward in time, and eventually going mostly

native.    There will be practically no jobs to be had. No job means

no mortgage payments and evictions.      We may not even have any

currency, depending on how bad it gets.      The central banks may not

be able to prop up the dollar.      Just like the Thirties we'll have

millions upon millions on the streets.     It's back to breadlines and

soup kitchens.    After we go through what's coming up, we will make

certain that Satan is never loosed again, as I've said.        Get your

affairs in order!

      I'm making a lot of changes.     The U.S. will cease foreign aid

to any country.    The U.S. will no longer be the policeman of the

world.   We will in the future rarely intervene, if at all, in any

foreign conflicts.   With Uncle Sam belly up, we'll likely go hat in

hand to other nations for handouts, although they will likely be broke


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           To the Heads of State in the Far East

      We in the West are shortly going to sign off.     Don't conclude

that it is now your turn to advance.   You must close up shop now also.

Specifically, you must all shut down the entertainment industry when

we in the West do.   The spectre of billions of Chinese driving cars

is terrible to contemplate.    In China, you need to set the clock back

to 1900 with its Imperial Court and the warlords.    I will be starting

no wars, but rest assured,    if we're attacked by anyone, such as China

, we will defend ourselves fiercely.    If we must have Armageddon,

so be it.   At least, if it does happen, it will have the benefit of

reducing the population.

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       Satan was deliberately released for his season around a

thousand years ago, mainly so we could get all this amazing, knock

your socks off science, technology, medicine and engineering.

Because you are such faithful servants of Satan, that fact was used

to trick you into producing the moonshot and the rest of it.     The

main objective was to get Armstrong's moon walk. This cycle coming

to an end could have just as well been closed right then.   If we had

closed down in 1969, what we have to go through ahead (the Great

Tribulation) would have been much easier.    That is because all

through the decades since we have been progressively descending

deeper into Hell under the influence of Twinkle Town.

         There are inexhaustible ways to characterize Jesus, but the

first way I would characterize him is as a stone age man – a cave

man.      The simple craftsman life in Galilee was too complex for him.

More specifically he was a Stone Age Siberian style shaman.                          But

secondly, he was a rocket man.                      The only objective of the gods has

always been to get to the stars.                      We created you solely for this

purpose.          You are here only as tools to accomplish this.

  '♪ I think it's gonna be a long long time
Till touch down brings me round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no no no I'm a rocket man
Rocket man burning out his fuse up here alone

Mars ain't the kind of place to raise your kids
In fact it's cold as hell
And there's no one there to raise them if you did
And all this science I don't understand
It's just my job five days a week
I'm a rocket man, a rocket man'                                               (Elton John)
         All we needed for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western

Civilization) now ending was proof of principle that we can one day

get off the planet when the time comes (the moonshot).                       When we do

get there, we will not be dominating, exploiting or colonizing other

worlds.         Instead, we will exploring and discovering.                We will join

forces with the others who are waiting for us and combine technologies

for our mutual benefit.                    Billions of years   ahead, we will be in many

different forms, unrecognizable.                     Ultimately, we will be Masters of

the Universe - our ultimate destiny.

         The paradox is that, in order to get to the stars, we have to

temporarily forget about it and go off to the New Jerusalem instead.

We will limit ourselves to spaceships of the mind until then. I have

the planet under quarantine.    You've almost destroyed this planet,

and I will certainly not let you do the same thing elsewhere.        In

the meantime, we have to keep this planet in good enough shape so

that we can get by until we ready to leave the planet.       In the New

Jerusalem, I'll be working on your heart – getting some of that

selfishness and greed out of you.    I, God,   have never succeeded with

your heart in spite of many tries.      But someday you come to me and

say 'Lord.    Is it time?'   And I'll say 'yes it is time – I've got

your heart in pretty good shape finally.'       Then we'll get busy and

build fleets, not just one, of starships.      Right now it seems nearly

impossible to build just one.       But when the time comes, it'll be

fairly easy.     Then, we're off!

      With the economic collapse, Uncle Sam will likely be nearly

bankrupt.    That means no grant or contract money for science.   Which

means no research.    If you have your own funding, research away!   In

particular, theoretical physicists, you don't need much funding.

All you need is blackboard, chalk, pen and paper and some computers.

You can continue your work even through all the problems we'll be

going through.    I have a special assignment for you.   I need quantum

gravity.    You are tantalizingly close to getting it.     If you don't

get it before this cycle closes, it is going to be a long time before

we have this much brainpower assembled on the planet again.        Once

we have it, we will know how to build the starship drives.    Get busy!

      On a closely related subject, my own two cents.       Physicists

have found the Dark Energy.   You should consider the possibility of

an ether.   Einstein disproved an electromagnetic ether, but Einstein

said all has life that there still may be an ether.     Einstein's

cosmological constant is nonzero, implying the ether.   The Reichian

Orgone that will bathe us all permanently in slime once I open

Heaven's floodgates, and I rain men from my perch (Great White

Throne), is the counterpart of the ether.   Plus, add the latest, the

dark flow, the astronomical data implying the entire universe is

being pulled into another one!

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      This concludes this session.   I have two homework assignments.

MTV, voluntarily discontinue your current programming and instead

run in a loop the list of music videos from the first years of MTV,

which is found only in the print version of my 1986 book.   Those were

before the days of closed captioning, so scroll in large letters on

the bottom of the screen the lyrics, which is what's important.      By

1986, MTV self-destructed and Hollywood's show was over.     While I'm

thinking about it, add two videos from Kate Bush that I didn't list.

The first is 'Cloudbusting' showing Wilhelm Reich's rainmaking

machine, me being a rainmaker.   His machine was nothing but twisted

tubes with no power supply of any kind.     Reich was a Space Gunner

– a Scanner!   The rain was Fairy Rain (Mass Psychosis), not water.

By the way, Reich's writings are an incoherent jumble.       This is not

surprising, since he was mad.     But his life was interesting.     Freud

kicked him out of the International Psychoanalytical Association

when he became a member of the Communist Party.       He was then kicked

out of the Communist party because of his views on sexual freedom.

By the Thirties, he was paranoid schizophrenic (probably infected

by one of his mad patients).    By the Fifties, Reich had deteriorated

with his madness.    He was seeing saucers and cloudbusting.      Finally,

the Men in Black (the federal FDA) threw him in jail, where died of

a heart attack.     Reich's Cosmic Orgone (he meant Mass Psychosis) was

considered crackpot.     Add also Bush's video 'Experiment IV',     where

the madman blew the psychiatrists of his asylum to smithereens with

no visible weapons.      Again, that's me - mad, drooling, infectious,

deadly and sex crazed!      (drool = slime I spew).    I'm the Crazy

Spaceman   (the B.E.M. or bug-eyed monster) abducting the doll seen

often on lurid, cliche sci-fi and horror movie posters – the tale

of Beauty and the Beast. 'If the Earth dies, you die.          But if you

die, the Earth survives.'      Thus sprach Klaatu (Kenau Reeves) in

deadpan robotic monotone in the dull 2008 remake of THE DAY THE EARTH

STOOD STILL.   His voice is that of a mechanical man (robot).         My

clear task as space alien Klaatu is to rapture out billions of you

devils (all of you who were once human beings)!        We Space

Aliens/Madmen typically speak in such a monotone to mimic the way

we hear the secret messages (the gibbering of the mad - racing

thoughts) that we forward when we receive them on the Collective

Unconscious, crackling, buzzing and humming. The song 'Radar Love'

conveys these messages.   Their band name 'Golden Earring' means the

ringing in your ears (or Led Zeppelin's humming in your head, or wave

in the air).   'Sane' people can't seem to hear it very well.

      Secondly, in my correspondence with Brown prior to his 2002

death, it was clear his published works were the tip of an iceberg.

I would like a curator to produce a collected works of Norman O. Brown

from the University of California at Santa Cruz, where they're housed

in 71 boxes. My letters (1971-83) are in box 12, folder 38.       This

includes all his articles and letters, in addition to his books.

Many of the articles were printed in obscure, hard to obtain literary

journals.   Brown deposited the print copy of my book I sent him in

the UC Santa Cruz library.    He 'admitted' to me he put the sexual

foremost. In 'Stairway to Heaven' '♪ there are two paths you can go

by': sexual excess or abstinence.    Either road can enlighten.    In

private life, Brown wasn't promiscuous at all.   In this regard, Brown

said in 1970, "Polymorphous perversity in the literal, physical sense

is not the real issue. I don't like the suggestion that polymorphous

perversity of the imagination is somehow second-best to literal

polymorphous perversity."    Combine Brown's (and my) infantile

polymorphous perversity, narcissism and controlling temperament,

and you see we're both fairies.

       If you decide it's time to riot and loot, you're only going to

make matters for yourself and everyone else.     Don't do it!     You're

in the hands of the Lord now, and I'm here to serve.    I here to help

as many as possible you to make it through this.       It would

alleviate the Tribulation we'll be going through if the TV networks

would suspend regular programming and concentrate on the contents

of this address.      This can come in the form of news commentators,

debates, economists' discussions, etc.     Parenthetically, on the

economy: the economy is a confidence game – Adam Smith's Invisible

Hand.    It's a literal con game – a house of cards.   That is, if you

have confidence in it, it holds together and if you loose confidence

in it, it falls apart.     If tomorrow everyone panics, then my

prophesied collapse will begin then rather than after my second

address.    If so, so be it.                                The next

address will be at an earlier hour since what I will say children

can hear.    In the future I will say nothing more about the topics

I have discussed tonight. Although, if you let me know, I can ramble

on about these topics for hours on end, and every bit of it will be

new.    I enjoy it.   But I strongly suspect that after what you've

heard this evening, you won't be eager to hear more.      As a favor,

I'll not subject you to more, unless you want me to. At my next

address, I will set the date when the entertainment industry shuts

down, with detailed directives with respect to that industry.     Also,

I'll issue my Muslim Edicts, with the objective of systematically,

peacefully removing each and every Muslim out of the United States

and urging every country outside the Middle East to do likewise.

And, of course, (slowly) removing women from the workplace.

      This concludes tonight's address.   Good evening, ladies and

gentlemen, until next time.

      “It ain't over 'til it's over.”

      “It ain't over 'til the Fat Lady Sings.”

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                   APPENDIX:    THE SECRET RAPTURE

      The sentiment among most Catholics and many Christians

generally is that there would be no Secret Rapture, and that it's

not Biblical.   Only a few 'incoherent' verses in (mainly) Paul lend

support.    Paul was out of his depth and language resources.

      It is real as the corpses I laid out! Repeating:   'The Day the

Earth Stood Still': 'If the Earth dies, you die.     But if you die,

the Earth survives.'    My clear task as space alien Klaatu is to

rapture out billions!    And I give the Secret Rapture it's proper


                            MASS PSYCHOSIS!

       Brief excerpts from Margaret MacDonald’s 1830 Secret Rapture


         It was first the awful state of the land that was pressed upon

me.    I saw the blindness and infatuation of the people to be very

great.     I felt the cry of Liberty to be just the hiss of the serpent

to drown them in perdition.             It was just ‘no God’, ----

         I saw the people of God in an awfully dangerous situation,

surrounded by nets and entanglements, about to be tried, and many

about to be deceived and fall.            Now will THE WICKED be revealed, with

all power and signs and lying wonders, so that if it were possible

the very elect will be deceived.

'In the last days, perilous times shall come. For men shall be lovers of their own selves,
covetous, boasters, proud, blasphemers, disobedient to parents, unthankful, unholy,
Without natural affection, trucebreakers, false accusers, incontinent, fierce, despisers of
those that are good, Traitors, heady, highminded, lovers of pleasures more than lovers of
God, having a form of godliness but denying its power. And from such people turn away!
For of this sort are those who creep into households and make captives of gullible women
loaded down with sins, led away by various lusts, always learning and never able to come to
the knowledge of the truth.' 2 Timothy

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       Appendix:      From Norman O. Brown's Closing Time

       There two senses (at least) for Brown's title.

       First, the approaching end of history and time.                     'History is
a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'                'Thatll beall for tody.
Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy crushmess!

On the verge of closing time. --' 'It is later than you think.'
'Fieluhr?   Filou!    What age is at?   It saon is late.
      What era's o'erring?    Lang gong late.
      Faurore!   Fearhouse!   At last it past!'
      'The thing that we dread has already happened.
The thunder of the crash:      --
The sense of an ending:
Western Civilization is over.'
      And secondly, 'Shut up shop, dappy.       -   And they all drank
free.'   It's up to us to insure that it's over.

      Below are the citations that Brown in 1973 culled from Joyce's
Wake (in quotes), and also some from Brown's earlier LOVE'S BODY
(1966) and from Vico's NEW SCIENCE (labeled NS).        Brown's comments
are labeled NOB.      Combining Joyce with Vico (an acknowledged
influence on Joyce) would be, according to Joyce, a feat of:       'the
book of doubledends Jined'.     Brown entwined Joyce and Vico.     Joyce
uses the word salad (gibbering of the mad) and the slurred speech
of the drunken.      Finnegan is after all an Irish pub owner well
acquainted with whiskey.

'He lifts up the lifewand and the dumb speak.'

'Array! Surrection!'

'One stands, given a grain of goodwill, a fair chance of actually
seeing the whirling dervish, Tumult, son of Thunder.'

'For the Clearer of the Air on high has spoken.'

'Loud, graciously hear us!'

'She, she she!   But on what do you again leer?       I am not leering.
I pink your pardon.   I am highly sheshe sheserious.

the body is a historical variable. (NOB)

No more Greek revival (NOB)

'Death is genitalized as a return to the womb'          (NOB)

The real apocalypse comes not with the vision of a city or kingdom,
which would be still external, but with the identification of           the
city and kingdom with one's on body    (NOB)

'Lights, pageboy, lights!'

waiting to stop the show, the farce
waiting to bring the house down.                                (NOB)

waiting for the new dawn                                (NOB)

waiting for the return of the theocratic age
 - to recognize the gods, to greet them.                (NOB)

'It is just, it's just about to, it's just about to    rolywholyover.'

'tell Hell's well.'

'In the name of – - their holocaust, Allmen.'

'not pater noster, but panther monster.'

'to remind us of how, in this drury world of ours, Father Times and
Mother Spacies boil their kettle with their crutch.   Which every lad
and lass in the lane knows.'

'It's as semper as oxhousehumper!'

'Roll away the reel world!'

'Shadows by the film folk, masses for the good people.'
'Finn, again!'

there were giants in the earth in those days - Genesis
-history begins with bestial giants (as in Finnegans Wake
)   (NOB)

'The great fall of the oftwall entailed at such notice the pftjschute
of Finnegan.'

The polis is polished
civilization is polite
      is policed.   (NOB)

The delineaments of giants    (NOB)

god-fearing giants, as opposed to the impious giants who continued
the infamous communism of things and of women.         (NS)

       The entire original human race was divided into two species:
the one of giants, the other men of normal stature; the former
gentiles, the latter Hebrews.      (NS)

       Men first feel necessity, then look for utility, next attend
to comfort, still later amuse themselves with pleasure, thence grow
dissolute in luxury, and finally go mad and waste their substance.

       That's where it's at: decline.
       The Decline of the West                 O. Spengler     (NOB)

       First the age of the gods, then the age of heroes,
then the age of men.     The origin is sacred; the decline is
secularization, process is profanation.       (NOB)

       In all nations of the world the priests kept such doctrine secret
even from their own plebs, whence indeed it was everywhere called
secret doctrine, for sacred is as much as to say secret.         (NS)

As with Freud, it is primarily a matter of toilet training:
       Mothers, like beasts, must merely have nursed their babies, let
them wallow naked in their own filth.      And these children, who had
to wallow in their own filth, whose nitrous salts richly fertilized
the fields, and who had to exert themselves to penetrate the forest,
would flex and contract their muscles in these exertions, and thus
absorb nitrous salts into greater abundance.          They would be quite
without that fear of gods, fathers and teachers which chills and
benumbs even the most exuberant in childhood.         They must have

therefore have grown up robust, vigorous, excessively big in brawn
and bone, to the point of becoming giants.     (NS)

      These were at first impious men, who recognized no divinity;
there were nefarious, since relations among them were not
distinguished by marriages; and finally, not understanding society
in the midst of this infamous promiscuity of things, they were alone
like wild beasts, and hence weak and lastly miserable and unhappy
because they were in want of all the goods that are needed to keep
life safe.     (NS)

      But if the peoples are rotting in that ultimate civil disease
and cannot agree on a monarch from within, and are not conquered and
preserved by better nations from without, then providence for their
extreme ill has its extreme remedy at hand.   For such peoples, like
so many beasts, have fallen into the custom of each man thinking only
of his own private interests and reached the extreme delicacy, of
better of pride, in which like wild animals they bristle and last
out at the slightest displeasure.    Thus no matter how great the
throng and press of their bodies, they live like wild beasts in a
deep solitude of spirit and will, scarcely any two being able to agree
since each follows his own pleasure or caprice.       By reason of all
this, providence decrees that, through obstinate factions and
desperate civil wars, they shall turn their cities into forests and
the forests into dens and lairs of men.    In this way, through long
centuries of barbarism, rust will consume the misbegotten subtleties
of malicious wits that have turned them into beasts made more inhuman
by the barbarism of reflection than the first men had been made by
the barbarism of sense.   For the latter displayed a generous
savagery, against which one could defend oneself or take flight or
be on one's guard; but the former, with a base savagery, under soft

words and embraces, plots against the life and fortunes of friends
and intimates.    Hence, peoples who have reached this point of
premeditated malice, when they receive this last remedy and are
stunned and brutalized, are sensible no longer of comforts,
delicacies, pleasures and pomp, but only of the sheer necessities
of life.   (NS)

- only barbarians are capable of rejuvenating a world laboring under
the death throes of an unnerved civilization       (NOB)

only barbarians are simple-minded enough to recognize the gods (NOB)

      The world's great age begins anew
      The golden years return       --
A return to the first beginning
the return of the gods
the Second Coming.    (NOB)

In the jungle of the cities, the new barbarism.
It is later than you think.     (NOB)

Civilization is an altar, on which a sacrifice is being made.
Human sacrifice.

'Thatll beall for tody. Call it off. Godnotch, vryboily. End a muddy

      'On the verge of closing time. --'

      'Shut up shop, dappy.     -    And they all drank free.'

      'during this swishingsight teilweisioned' (Joyce's prophesy
prior to regular TV broadcasts)

      '- the worst, it is hoped, even in our western playboyish world
for pure mousefarm filth.'

      'Kish is for anticheirst,
      and the free of my hand to him!'

      the swan song of dying civilizations      (NOB)

      'The poignt of fun where I am crying to arrive you at.'

'History is a nightmare from which I'm trying to awake.'

Is the proletariat the sober reality of the human condition – the
necessity of labor -
to be disclosed after the show is over
after the farce has ended.                    (NOB)

      Finnegan Beginnagain
      we are back again
      before the Birth of Tragedy
      before the Gods of Greece
      something more elemental. (NOB)


'It darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funanimal world.'

      'Not Pater Noster but Panther monster.'

When the leopards break into the temple and drink the wine from the
sacred chalice.
The hour of the beast, or the barbarian
- and they all drank free         (NOB)

      'The wild man from Borneholm has jest come to crown.'

Waiting for the return of the gods
witnessing the return of babarism
                      the new barbarians

       returning to primitive simplicity of the first world of peoples

the simplicity to be acquired                                  (NOB)

       For a long period of time the impious races of the children of
Noah, having lapsed into a state of bestiality, went wandering like
wild beasts until they were scattered and dispersed through the great
forest of the earth; and with their bestial education giants had
sprung up and existed among them at the time when the heaves thundered
for the first time after the flood.        (NS)

restraining also their bestial lust from finding its satisfaction
in the sight of heaven, of which they had mortal terror.    So it came
about that each of them would drag one woman into his cave and keep
her there in    perpetual company for the duration of their lives.

The while we, we are waiting. we are waiting for.      Hymn.

The origin of civilization, thunder; the origin of civilization,
madness    (NOB)- (MASS PSYCHOSIS is the gibbering of the mad - thunder
at the Tower of Babel)

Civilization originates in stammering, the builder is a     stutterer:
Balbus babbles; Balbus builder of the Tower of    Babel.   The thunder

is God stuttering: to speak broken           heaventalk.

They were out of their minds
-- Man is maniac   (NOB)

The solution to the problem of identity: Get lost.         (NOB)

A man doesn't have to work (NOB)

The gods return in thunder.
FINNEGAN'S WAKE is thunder (NOB)

What the thunder said
      wonderstruck us as a thunder, yunder.
      Well, all be dumbed!'

There is an era in which the god himself assists the universe on its
way and helps it in its rotation.      There is also an era in which he
releases his control.    Thereupon it begins to revolve in a contrary
direction under its own impulse.    At last, this cosmic era draws to
its close, disorder comes to a head.    The few good things the universe
produces are polluted with so great a taint of evil that it hovers
on the very brink of destruction, both it and the creatures in it.
Therefore at that very moment the god who first set it in order looks
down upon on it again.     Beholding it in trouble, and anxious lest
racked by storms and confusion it suffer in dissolution, he takes
control of the helm once more.         - Plato

a cyclical view of history
a cycle of world ages
as in the mystical tradition, the occult tradition
The occult tradition is an aristocratic tradition
Religion is racism.
Vico anticipates de Maistre.
The 'New Science' is the 'Secret Doctrine' (Blavatsky)
Vico's occultist elitism.
Vico is an Orphic Voice                                  (NOB)

Ritual clowns in primitive religion violate taboos and thereby
acquire magical power.    'You shall regard nothing as sacred.'
Other traits of ritual clowns are 'reverse behavior' and 'backward
speech.'    Clowns say the opposite of what they mean.      Like a crazy
fellow.    Speaking a strange language.    As in 'Finnegan's Wake.'

What the thunder said:
DA    DA    DA
The gods return in thunder                               (NOB)

God does not speak good English.                         (NOB)

Barbarism, or speaking with tongues
            as in Finnegans Wake
            polyglot turning into glossolalia.
Pentecost                                                (NOB)

Joyce wore his eyes out looking at Europe and seeing nothing.     (NOB)

farce is nihilism.
Avoiding Jungian solemnity or Yeatsian occultism we take refuge in
the Void, the Nothing.                           (NOB)

The phallus is so closely identified with magic in Roman religion
that the word fascinum meaning 'enchantment', 'witchcraft' (cf.
fascinate), is one of the standard Latin terms for the phallus.

Brown quotes William Blake, 'Embraces are cominglings from the head
even to the feet, and not a pompous high priest entering by a secret

'We are once amore as babes awondering in a wold made fresh -     The
woods are fond always.   As were we their babes in.    And robins in
crews so'.

The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._
Schizophrenia is 'food trouble'    (NOB)

'The hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect language'.

It must have been the most ancient language of Atlantis (NS)

'between explosion and reexplosion
(Donnaurwatteur! Hunderthunder!)'

The Ginnungagap: the name given in the Icelandic Eddas to the interval
of timeless formlessness between world aeons.       (NOB)

'Somewhere, parently, in the ginnandgo gap between
antediluvious and annadominant'

'For a burning world is come to dance inane.
Are you not danzzling on the age of a vulcano?'

While alive Be a dead man; Thoroughly dead                   (NOB)

God does not go for personalities; nor does the Last Judgment consist
in the award of prizes to personalities for the performance of their
parts. The performance principle must go; the show must not go on.
The parts are not real: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus; he is
not your personal savior. In the Last Judgment, the apocalyptic fire
will burn up the masks and the theater - - psychoanalysis is not 'ego
psychology' - ; the ego is a 'me' fabrication, a piece of illusion
(Maya).          (NOB)

Vico recovers creative madness, or fury:
Vico belongs to the Hermetic tradition.
another Orphic voice, another Neo-Platonist.                (NOB)

Divine idiocy – a perfect symbol for the absurdity of outworn
conventions, for paralyzed social and political structures.

Farce is the theater of impotence.
In a situation of general social paralysis
stasis, sterility, stereotypification
the aim is not the seizure of power but the dissolution of power.

There's just that Shakespeare fellow left to beat:
'You're well held now, Missy Cheekspeer, and your panto's off!'
As Karl Marx observed, “there is an eternal recurrence in history;
events and personalities reappear, on the first occasion they appear
as tragedy; on the second as farce.”     (NOB)

Farce is the mode of consciousness in which a people take leave of
their history                                   (NOB)

An interlude of farce:
'the farced epistol to the hibruws.'                   (NOB)

Etymology of farce: stuffing.
Pigge farced with sage.                             (NOB)

Farce is the mode of demystification -
Farce is vulgarization                                 (NOB)

Stoop (please stoop)
It is imperative that we sink.                         (NOB)

'the hoax that joke bilked.'

'The jest of junk the jungular?'

'Jacked up in a jock the wrapper.'

'Tis jest jibberweek's joke.'

Mr. and Mrs. Antrobus are getting nowhere                               (NOB)

I sometimes think I see that civilizations originate in the
disclosure of some mystery, some secret; and expand with the
progressive publication of their secret; and end in exhaustion when
there is no longer any secret, when the mystery has been divulged,
that is to say, profaned.                And so there comes a time -- I believe
we are in such a time, when civilization has to be renewed by the
discovery of new mysteries, by the undemocratic but sovereign power
of the imagination, by the undemocratic power which makes poets the
unacknowledged legislators of mankind, the power which makes all
things new.
     The power which makes all things new is magic. What our time
needs is mystery; What our time needs is magic.    (NOB)

     I think mind is at the end of its tether. - - Our real choice
is between holy and unholy madness: open your eyes and look around
you--madness is in the saddle anyhow. It is possible to be mad and
to be unblest, but it is not possible to get the blessing without
the madness; it is not possible to get the illuminations without the
derangement.          (NOB)

'Lovesoftfun at Finnegan's Wake'

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       Appendix:        Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven'

Lyrics to the best rock song of all time:

"Stairway To Heaven"

'♪ There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold

And she's buying the stairway to heaven.
When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.
Ooh, ooh, and she's buying the stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, (a whiff of pagan?)
And my spirit is crying for leaving.
In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees,
And the voices of those who stand looking.
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now,
It's just a spring clean for the May queen.
Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

And as we wind on down the road
Our shadows taller than our soul.
There walks a lady we all know
Who shines white light and wants to show
How everything still turns to gold.
And if you listen very hard
The tune will come to you at last.
When all are one and one is all
To be a rock and not to roll.

And she's buying the stairway to heaven.

       Repeating my earlier comments and adding new ones:              Let women
buy what they want, and they will try to buy the 'Stairway to Heaven'

– the Led Zeppelin song.    That is, the only thing really on a woman's
mind is to get a man and get a seed.       She buys all the fashionable
clothes and cosmetics, etc. solely for that purpose (this is Marx's
fetishism of commodities).     She's a black hole – she sucks all these
things in like a vacuum cleaner.        In a woman's unconscious, the
things she piles up from the store are seeds.         That's all that's on
her mind.    She's building her nest.    She doesn't really need or want
any of this stuff.     All she has to do is wiggle her finger to get
what she really wants.      She didn't need to buy any of it.      As Led
Zeppelin sang, '♪ with a word she can get what she came for.'       We're
in the utopia of the dolls.    Their every whim is instantly gratified,
and most of what they ask for they don't need.        They enjoy grinding
men down into the dust running them ragged getting them this and that.
The New Jerusalem is the male utopia, where women are handmaids.
      Backward masking or other techniques are unnecessary to get at
these lyrics.    Their meaning is clear.     The film 'White Noise' was
about the supposed subliminal secret messages on TV, communing with
the 'dead' (contacting /invoking/conjuring up the spirits), but the
messages are right in your face.     These are EVPs – Electronic Voice
Phenomena.    Incantation, casting a magical spell upon the dolls
(hexing them), has the root chant as does the word enchant.         It is
singing incoherent gibberish crooned into her ear, sweet nothings.
The words of witch's spells are recited backwards and are
unintelligible gibberish to the conscious mind, but for their
effectiveness instead go directly to the unconscious, which is much
faster and more knowledgeable and savvy than the rational faculty.
In imitation, Buddhist monks emit a humming, buzzing ommmm monotone,
called a mantra.     Vibrating resonant electric guitar fuzz tones emit
that signal, which is the secret of rock's popularity, the famous
Wall of Sound.     'Music hath charms (enchantment) to soothe (pacify)
the savage beast'.    (the dolls – the Whore of Babylon).     Joyce chimes
in, 'The while we are waiting for - - .      Hymn.'    Hymn becomes Hmmmm

- -, the buzzing monotone chant, where 'chimes' is the ringing in
your ears.
       ' ♪ There's a sign on the wall.'                  Indeed!      The band's name is
Led Zeppelin – as in sink like a lead balloon - and Led - as in led
into the ditch by me!            For I'm the Pied Piper!              Jesus warned:     'Can

the blind lead the blind? shall they not both fall into the ditch?'   This way to the
ditch!      Fear me!       Cry out, “Saints preserve us!”
       And I'm also the Whispering Ghost or the Whistler sending the
humming Idiot Wind in your head to remove the dolls and rapture out
'♪ And it's whispered that soon if we all call the tune
Then the piper will lead us all to all to reason.
And a new day will dawn for those who stand long
And the forests will echo with laughter.
-   Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run
There's still time to change the road you're on.
And it makes me wonder.'

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know,
The piper's calling you to join him,
Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

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Brown, Norman O., APOCALYPSE AND/OR METAMORPHOSIS (1992).       (with
his prophetic essay on Islam)

______________,    CLOSING TIME (1973).

______________, HERMES THE THIEF:     THE EVOLUTION OF A MYTH (1947).
(Brown was a Trickster)

______________,    LIFE AGAINST DEATH (1959)

______________,    LOVE’S BODY (1966).

______________,    TO GREET THE RETURNING GODS (1971).

Campbell, Joseph and Robinson, H.,   A SKELETON KEY TO FINNEGANS WAKE

Connolly, Tristanne,    BLAKE AND THE BODY   (2002).

Ferenczi, Sandor,    THALASSA:   A THEORY OF GENITALITY (1924).

O. BROWN (2006).

Greenham dust cover of Brown impish smile. Brown here is a
narcissistic fairy decked out in a regal costume complete with self
appropriated medals rising from his coffin (resurrection of the
'dead')! As Brown reminded, for Freud, resurrection signifies the
stiffening and rising of the member = erection. Presumably he wasn't
planning instead a surprise with a literal resurrection after his
death in 2002! He would have shown up again, by now! The photo is
eminently fitting in view of Greenham's book title.

(I commented to David Greenham that, 'I haven't read his book, because
as an academic tome it's too expensive! Gotta love the dust jacket
photo, costume and all! I was very unaware when I corresponded with
Brown from 1973 through 1986 that Brown grew up in England. This
fact changes my perspective on his work. Many aspects suddenly make
sense in hindsight.')


(I think the numerous points of contact between my book and this one
is an uncanny example of the occult which Gunn is so skeptical of!

I commented to Joshua Gunn: 'I find many points of contact with your
'Modern Occult Rhetoric' and my site. I'll list in no particular order
some of them:

Your first four paragraphs you rightly labeled 'earth shattering'
and a 'ruse'. Based on your thoughts, I put down a few tentative ideas
(key in Spinoza and Deleuze on your browser search/find). Yes,
'Anti-Oedipus' is not straightforward , and I don't list it in my

You distinguish occult rhetoric and occultic rhetoric, with your
saying psychoanalysis is an example of the latter. I contend that
my stuff is occult, not occultic. You may think I intended to employ
irony and that it is occultic, but quoting my first page, 'You think
I'm kidding, but I'm not.' You will see there that rhetoric is front
and center. I use phrases that I call related: whistling, horse
whispering, Mumbo Jumbo, the gibbering of the mad.

And Joyce, who you refer to, in the 'Wake' was also all about rhetoric.
The Joyce of the 'Wake' is my major focus.

Mass media is your major concern as is mine. I mention the work of
the Franfurt School, as you do in this area. One of my topics is the
'Stairway to Heaven' lyrics. I don't have to use backward masking
or the Left Hand Path (sinister) to get at it's meaning.

Speaking of the Left Hand Path, I was pleased to see the Fool on the
dust jacket. I picture the same Rider-Waite Tarot card on my site
and discuss it. I talk about the Fool's yapping cur with which you
end the book.')

ANTI-THEOLOGY (1966-Horizon Press).


Hyde, Lewis,     TRICKSTER MAKES THIS WORLD (1988).

Joyce, James,      FINNEGANS WAKE (1939).

SKIES    (1958).

REALM OF FREEDOM      (1972).

Lachman, Gary, (aka Gary Valentine of 'Blondie'!)      POLITICS AND THE


McHugh, Roland,      ANNOTATIONS TO FINNEGANS WAKE (2006).

MANKIND (1966).
MAN   (1984).


Roheim, Geza, ANIMISM, MAGIC AND THE DIVINE KING       (1930).

____________, MAGIC AND SCHIZOPHRENIA (1955).

Schuchard, Marsha Keith,       WILLIAM BLAKE'S SEXUAL PATH TO

Sontag, Susan,    “The imagination of disaster”     AGAINST


Tausk, Victor,    'On the origin of the 'Influencing Machine' in
schizophrenia'     (1933).

Tindall, W.,     A READER'S GUIDE TO FINNEGANS WAKE    (1969).



Vico, G.,     THE NEW SCIENCE   (1725).

Weidner, Jay.
You touch on innumerable topics in common with those I discuss which
I also agree with, although I seem to sometimes fall on the opposite
side. Let me rattle off some in no order:

1. Vedic Scriptures (although I need to look at the Puranas)

2. The 10,000 Year World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending (Western
Civilization) and the failure of its central organizing principle
(and thus Obama's floundering).
3. The approaching Golden Age (the New Jerusalem)
4. The GOOD Project (Get Out of Dodge - I prefer the acronym GOD)
- which is my Secret Rapture (your Giant Evacuation) for my Coming
Conflagration to Cleanse/Cull the
Earth when I will remove billions! You refer to a Coronal Mass
Ejection, but the 'Nuclear Detonation' I will shortly unleash won't
be visible to the eye (it will be hyperdimensional). This is my
response to Overpopulation (your Culling/Cleansing/Evacuation),
where I also refer to Cameron's 'Avatar', not to mention 'Stargate
Atlantis'. In the Golden Age, we'll appear to be native, but will
be in fact becoming the highly evolved the spiritual beings you
prophesy, who can access these hyperdimensions/other dimensions/the
Other World.
5. The Kabbalah
6. The Aryan Master Race/White Male Supremacy (out of the ancient
Vedic Caste System via mainly Blavatsky/Waddell into the Nazis).
7. Smoke and Mirrors Deception/Trickery
8. Demigods
9. The Nephilim who mated with the fair daughters (Dollfaces/Cutie
pies) of men.
10. The Flood (the Conflagration that I will send again) with the
new Ark for those I Evacuate.

                            Whoosh!         Snatched! The Secret Rapture

'♪ On the resurrection morning
When all the dead in Christ shall rise
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life

What a hallelujah morning when the
last trump of God shall sound
I'll have a new body
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life (eternal)
Graves all bursting saints all shouting
Heavenly beauty all around                            'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have a New Life)'

'♪ Some bright morning when this life is over
I'll fly away
To that home on God's celestial shore
I'll fly away

     I'll     fly away oh glory
     I'll     fly away (in the morning)
     When     I die hallelujah by and by (die means the Living Dead)
     I'll     fly away'

'♪ Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today'                                                  (Crowded House)

                            The Real Secret Rapture
Thrust in thy sickle, and reap: for the time is come for thee to reap; for the harvest of the
earth is ripe.    Rev 14:15

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