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MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE

JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD

Alvin Miller
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TOPICS
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Preface p. 5

MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE

JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD

Introducing Myself p. 6
I'm the Captain! p. 11
The Joke p. 13
The Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead p. 15
Me Seated on My Great White Throne for My Judgment of the Dead
Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Shape Shifting Nutty Fruitcake
Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God
'E.T.' Finger
'E.T.' Finger Light
The Taboo p. 34
'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me!
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'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling

White Armband p. 38
Bosch's 'Wages of Sin' (aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights')
Instant Prophet p. 47
The Witches p. 48
My Favorite Sport p. 50
'Weird Science' (1985) - Barbie Doll Se Toy/Robot
'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over!
'FlashForward' TV - Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down!
Defeating the Whore of Babylon p. 56
Castrating Medusa's Head Turns Men to Stone
Romantics - Tending Our Herd (Dolls Asleep)
Getting You to Change Your Bedroom Behavior p. 60
I Must Rule! p. 62
The Real Secret Rapture!
I'm a §Fairy - In Fact, the King of the Fairies! p. 65
Madonna and Child
My Princess Bride (My Sleeping Beauty) p. 80
'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors
'Heroes' TV - 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' - Peter Goes
Nuclear!
'Li'l Abner' - Clown/Joker Jerry Goes Nuclear (Stupefied)
Harp Playing Angel/Clown Harpo Struck Dumb (Mute - Goes
Nuclear) and Sounds His Trumpet over Dolls!
The Jesus You Never Knew p. 89
Leaving the Fleshpots p. 93
Your Household p. 95
Instant Proof You're in Hell p. 96
Cities p. 97
The Tarot Cards p. 100
The Fool/Tower of Babel/King of the World
The Hanged Man
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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 p. 104
Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds
'The Brain from Planet Arous' - Madman Cackles
To Greet the Returning Gods – New Jerusalem Descending to
Earth! p. 109
Timetable
A Secret Rapture Prophecy? Blake's 'Dante's Inferno'
Business p. 112
Legal Reform p. 119
Tax Reform p. 119
The Illegal Aliens p. 119
All Aboard My Time Machine! p. 121
'Rocky Horror Picture Show' - 'Let's Do the Time Warp Again'
Twinkle Town p. 126
'The Last Airbender' - Orgone
The Economic Collapse (the Great Tribulation) p. 134
To the Heads of State in the Far East p. 135
Science p. 136
Conclusion p. 138
Kate Bush 'Cloudbusting' Video
Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner
Kate Bush - Madman Raptures out His Psychiatrists!
Appendix1: The §Secret Rapture p. 143
Appendix2: From Norman O. Brown's CLOSING TIME p. 144
Appendix3: Led Zeppelin's 'Stairway to Heaven' p. 156
Bibliography p. 159
Index p. 166
Whoosh! Snatched! The Secret Rapture
The Real Secret Rapture!
'Halo' = Light

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PREFACE
'♪ 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.'
No one gets out of here alive!

Important note: Read my 1986 book (at

http://www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/alien.html/) 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 - the
fairy dump - rabbits running in the ditch. Megadeath! 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
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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! 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 Topic!

MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE

JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD

(Return to TOPICS)
Introducing Myself

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

television to explain my rapturing out billions. I made the
broadcast in 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.
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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. I'm the Space Cowboy.
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. 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
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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 it.
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. 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
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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
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to give you the Judgment. I wash my hands of you! 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)!
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. (Imitating 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
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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. 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 Unconscious.
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
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thinking of Aaron's two sons dead when they approached the Ark
of the Covenant in Leviticus).

(Return to TOPICS)
I'm the Captain!

'♪ 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)

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'♪ 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)

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!

'♪ 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, 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 first!
Twilight Zone: Cookbook - To Serve Man

I'm sure that has you rolling in the aisles. 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 the
Calorie Restriction Society.
There you'll find proof you'll be healthier anyway without
food.
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(Return to TOPICS)
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
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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. His
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 on.
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've all been
turned into stone statues! My many enemies have been made
into footstools! And you have passed over. You are no longer
human! You once were. Then you became the Godless Wicked.
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
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and unsung - the space aliens – empty ciphers - ghosts. They

will get to 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
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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 them 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, 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) starts
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the cycle anew. 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:
'bababadalgharaghtakamminarronnkonnbronntonnerronntuonnthunntr
ovarrhounawnskawntoohoohoordenenthurnuk!' - 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.)
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!
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
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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
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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. "Behold,
the man has become like one of Us, knowing good and evil; and now, he might stretch
out his hand, and take also from the tree of life, and eat, and live forever." 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!

Amazulu 'Excitable' Video - Shape Shifting Nutty Fruitcake

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
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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. They are dead fairies like me and will be acceptable
as long as celibate. 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. 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, and have made the decision to
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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)
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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. 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
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with. But that only applies to humans and does not apply to
you devils here in Hell. 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
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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.

Leonardo Da Vinci 'Creation of Adam' Finger of God

(unconsciously drop of sperm)
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E.T. Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm)

E.T. Finger (unconsciously light equals drop of sperm) Boy

Fascinated by Phallus (Frozen into Stone Statue)
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
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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
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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. It's something
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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'.

"♪ 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 of what that'll do to ya'! 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,
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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 (light = slime spewer) of the world, and I
don't hide my light under a bushel. I'm on call 24/7, and lo,
I am with you alway. 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 I'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
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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
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(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
Mind over matter, ooh, the beauty is there, but a beast is in the heart'

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
painful.

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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(Return to TOPICS)
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 (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.
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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! 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.' 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 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 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
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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 dead 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 rainbow eyes and
wheels around on an infantile 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 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 into
stone statues!
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'Surrogates' - Dolls I remove! Turned to stone by me!

(Labeled a murder for plot purposes)

'Surrogates' - Me Looking Down and Fairy Bowling - the Secret

Rapture! Slip Sliding Away! They All Fall Down!
'♪ 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.
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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!

(Return to TOPICS)
White Armband

The white cloth armband I'm wearing has four markers 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 (Jung's) Collective Unconscious. That's
the source of the messages we receive. There's no Heaven or
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afterlife (but see below). But there certainly is a Hell.

Because you're in it!
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
and smite you to sweep billions of you to the sky! I will
rain slime on your parade from my Heavenly perch (Great White
Throne)! 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
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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'. '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 you 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.

Bosch's 'Wages of Sin' (aka 'Garden of Earthly Delights' -

Left to Right Depicting the Descent into Hell)
I hasten to interject that Brown had a different
interpretation in 'Life Against Death'. For Brown, the third
panel may really depict Bosch's version of the here and now,
while the center scene illustrates the joyful, uninhibited
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sensuality that the Adamites (an early radical sect know for
nudity) wanted mankind to practice.
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 women were fair who taught the use of
cosmetics. They were dolls 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.
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! 'I see Paris, I
see France, I see women's underpants!' '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
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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. 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!
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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
circumstances. 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 and, for that
matter, Buddha died as virgins. 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. Mohammad was a demon in Hell, and the
Koran is total gibberish mixed in with injunctions to hate and
violence, notably towards Jews. Mohammad had pussy galore –
pussy, pussy pussy! Again, numerous offspring!
Adolph Hitler had white armbands on
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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 - the swastika. The
arms 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 ancient Buddhism.
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 – OBEs (Out of
Body experiences). I don't need a rocketship! 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
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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
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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 Dali Lama. 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
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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 Elect.
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. 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
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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!'
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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!
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'♪ 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
Wicca.com. 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 (by 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
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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).
'♪ You better come on into my kitchen
Because it is going to be raining outdoors' (Steve Miller)
This is the gesture that priests use when sprinkling holy
water. I'm a thunder roarer! This is my voice - the voice of
God! 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
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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 among circus clowns. I
as the Joker/Jester/Clown/Fool bathe everyone in slime! It's
a paintball (slimeball) fight at the end of the world!

'♪ 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
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(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 (rigid = stone statues =
erection) and starts wobbling like a top - she turns to stone
– and then Boom! She falls still rigid like a mannequin (rigid
= stone statues = erection) to the ground. (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 bowl
over. I'm the best ever at the sport! I can knock over
millions of dolls!

'♪ 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)

'♪ 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)
In 'Weird Science' (1985), computer nerds conjure a
Barbie Doll sex toy/Robot (the gorgeous sexy Kelly Le Brock).
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(Rigid dolls = stone statues = erection).

'Weird Science' (1985) Barbie Doll Sex Toy/Robot Conjured by

Horny Nerds

'Men who Stare at Goats' (2009) - Bowled Over!

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'FlashForward' TV Fairy Bowling. All Fall Down!

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, I 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
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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 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
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passes, mumbling, Mumbo Jumbo – the gibbering of the mad –

horse whispering). Brown called it, 'speech resexualized'.
It is humbug, which is by definition 'silly talk' – 'nonsense'
babble 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 Groddess,
for to be rigid is to be dead,” and that she is the devouring
aspect of the mother. (Cannibalism).
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
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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 castration'.
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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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Romantics - 'Talking in Your Sleep' Video - Tending Our Herd

(Dolls Asleep - Hypnotized Under Our Spell)
(Return to TOPICS)
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
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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 dolls here in Sodom
make me go nuclear and explode! 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 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!
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'♪ 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.
(Return to TOPICS)
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
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rolling along.
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 call
Just like Humpty Dumpty, I’m going to fall
I’m sitting on top of the world, just rolling along, just
rolling along.'

'♪ 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. '♪Cause meek inherits
earth...six feet deep.' 'Lords of the New Church' Heads roll!
Rest in pieces!
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The Real Secret Rapture!

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. He's contagious and poisonous.
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.
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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
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'.

(Return to TOPICS)
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')

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'♪ 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.
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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
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 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.
Complete 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! 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-
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in-the-box/dunce/scarecrow 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 (to this fairy
Otherworld). Poor dead fairy pedophile 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.
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)
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'♪ 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.
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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 paranoid.
'♪ 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 day:
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.
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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)

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)
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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 - -.'

Madonna and Child

'♪ Peace came upon me
And it leaves me weak
So sleep, silent angel
Go to sleep

Sometimes
All I need is the air
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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

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
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his last book 'Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis' referred

to Ferenczi on Nirvana as regression to the womb. Brown
quotes William Blake to observe that '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 shall arise from their tombs – the
member comes up (gets stiff).
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
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sees narcissism as project for loving union with the world,

hunger for a qualitatively different world (utopia Land of
Milk and Honey).
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.
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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
flows 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
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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 glory.
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 “mission”.
• 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.
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• 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
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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,
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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.'
Characteristics:
'* being argumentative, The most telling thing that
narcissists do is contradict themselves. They will do this
virtually in the same sentence,
* 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.'
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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, in other words, fairies). We're going to St.
Brendan's Isle of the Blessed, full of gorgeous beauties,
although there's still a Dragon to slay even there. It's the
hobo's paradise, the Big Rock Candy Mountains, the elysian
fields, utopia. 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 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 (under a spell)
by my TV and plugged in to rock music surprisingly paid off.
It got me here!
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'♪ 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'

'The Wizard of Oz' - Smoke and Mirrors

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 a rattling metal
sheets for thunder, to impress as fearsome. The Wizard was
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using a sham for the real thunder and lightning I send

(slime).
Heaven is not worship of me 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 – I don't want the local sheriff raiding my
house). 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 dolls
who will 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! 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
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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, where 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. All of our sexual needs and wants and
desires will be permanently satisfied, the Land of Milk and
Honey (slime), for I'm the Tree of Life – an inexhaustible
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fountain of the River of the the Waters of Life – me spewing

sperm and slime continuously – real fulfillment for the first
time. 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! '♪
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
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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). 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!'
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'Heroes' TV: 'How to Stop an Exploding Man' Peter Goes

Nuclear!

'Li'l Abner' Clown/Joker Jerry Lewis Goes Nuclear (Rigid =

Erection) over Stupefyin' Jones (Stupefied = Turned to Stone)
(In addition to Stupefyin' Jones, there are other characters
with especially significant names: Appassionata Von Climax,
Moonbeam McSwine, Earthquake McGoon and Evil Eye Fleagle,
Think about what they signify).
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Leg Pull Harp-Playing Angel/Clown Harpo Struck Dumb (Mute -

Goes Nuclear) and Sounds his Angel Trumpet (Horn) over Dolls!
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 who I put under a spell (hypnotized), 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
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incredible that she is likely a robot). I can't omit Anne

Hathaway – a very special lady.

(Return to TOPICS)
The Jesus You Never Knew
The rock lyric asks:

'♪ What if God was one of us? (Joan Osborne)

Just a slob like one of us
Just a stranger on the bus
Trying to make his way home?'

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 SPACE COWBOY THE SPACE GHOST THE WHISTLER

THE WHISPERING SKULL THE GHOST WITH THE MOST CRAZY
SPACEMAN MADMAN THE MAN WITH A THOUSAND FACES
DEAD FAIRY SEX FIEND KILLER DWARF BASTARD
HUMAN GARBAGE WIZARD MAGICIAN ROCKET MAN
WITCHFINDER GENERAL ANGEL WATCHER THE LAST
AIRBENDER THE CHOSEN ONE THE FOOL THE JOKER
THE PIED PIPER WALKING TIMEBOMB SHAPE SHIFTER DOA
ZOMBIE THE GOOD SHEPHERD GOD ALMIGHTY
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The ancient Kings of Egypt, Babylon and elsewhere carried

such honorific epithets, many of which indicated phallic
potency for a reason. Some of the names for readers acquainted
with the old film serials (a few of which I list) 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 of 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
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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
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cares and is concerned about us personally, especially if we

are about to die. Of course, if you weren't cured, we gave
you the last rites and waved you off (in other words, touched
you with a drop of sperm).
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.
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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)

'♪ 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.'

(Return to TOPICS)
Leaving the Fleshpots

Let's play the children's game: Hot and Cold (holding up

my arms). You're cold. You're warmer. Close! Your getting
hot. Your the hottest! Bingo! You found it! It's my dick!
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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, denigrate 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
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
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the same time. The shortest verse in the Bible: 'Jesus

wept.', which means we Space Aliens rarely show human
emotions 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'.

(Return to TOPICS)
Your Household
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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.
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 our own changelings (sickly
dead fairy babies). There should be no children here!
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(Return to TOPICS)
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.

(Return to TOPICS)
Cities

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
believed by theologians to be 6000 years long. This cycle
began when agriculture was invented and the first cities were
built, actually more like eight or ten thousand years ago.
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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 time 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.
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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.
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
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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)

(Return to TOPICS)
The Tarot Cards
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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 (also in the psychic 'aura')you see in pictures of me
and my saints signifies slime.
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The Hanged Man

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) with rebirth as association with fertility).

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
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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 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 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 Fool.
Let me elaborate a moment on Mass Psychosis (the Secret
Rapture). Repeating some of my list from 1986:

PURPLE RAIN COLORED RAIN GREEN RAIN FAIRY RAIN

INVISIBLE RAIN BLOWING THE WIND REAPING THE WHIRLWIND
IDIOT WIND THE WHISPERING WIND WEATHER WAR FIRE
AND BRIMSTONE THE FLOOD

I said then, 'At first sight, looking over this by no

means exhaustive list, it appears we need to get out our
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umbrellas (or perhaps a degree in meteorology).' I also said,

'After all, no one can predict the weather.' Both Freud and
Jung taught that the unconscious is collective. It is the
common 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 with regard to Freud, '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 =
The Secret Rapture. 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.
Pentecost'
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!'

(Return to TOPICS)
The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack (the Literal
Tower of Babel for this World Age/Aeon/Cycle Now Ending)
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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.

Osama Bin Laden's Silver Fairy Seeds

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'The Brain from Planet Arous' -Madman Cackles While Shooting

Down Airliners with his Eyes. (Note the poster sex attack)

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 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
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their offspring is the evil dead fairy sex fiend dwarf – Ming
the Merciless.)
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 (= slime) 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 time 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
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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 were the airliners. The 'loading' Neil
'prophesied' is the resulting billions I raptured out! Pile
'em high! His 'new home' is the New Jerusalem where I'm
leading you!
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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(Return to TOPICS)
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 spiral). Brown says, 'a cyclical view of history, a

cycle of world ages.'

Brown recorded an audio cassette: TO GREET THE RETURNING

GODS, 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 them.'

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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
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'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.'

A Secret 'Rapture Prophecy? William Blake's Writhing

'Whirlwind of Lovers' in Hell (Dante's 'Inferno') (Compare

with my phallic waving Fire Hose spewing).

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.
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It is real as the corpses I laid out! And I give the

Secret Rapture it's proper name:

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!

(Return to TOPICS)

Business

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
supervillains who plotted World Domination. 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 een 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
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wizrd, 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!) 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.
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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.'
'♪ 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
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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. It 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, 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."
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. In the New Jerusalem, we
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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!
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
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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 under my spell.
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 oxhousehumper!'

'♪ 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?
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And you may tell yourself

MY GOD!...WHAT HAVE I DONE?' (putting it in!) (Talking Heads)

'♪ 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 statue.)

'♪ 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)

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
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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! The Phantom Empire was appropriately located deep
underground. 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.
(Return to TOPICS)
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.

(Return to TOPICS)
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.

(Return to TOPICS)
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
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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. 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).
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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. I am
not being racist. 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.
(Return to TOPICS)

All Aboard My Time Machine!

Dig my Emperor's New Groove!

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'Rocky Horror Picture Show'- Let's Do the Time Warp Again'

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
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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
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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.' 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. 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 style
socialism and genuine communism are poles apart. Both take
over the private sector including health care, etc. But the
objective of communism is the 'withering away of the state.' -
to end global multinationalism and to dissolve all state
organizations.
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. 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)
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'♪ 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
Bodhisattva
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!:

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'♪ 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
You're goin to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take the sky
But till that morning
(Second Resurrection – The Secret Rapture)
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' (Roberta Flack)

'♪ 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.'

(Return to TOPICS)
Twinkle Town
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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 broadcasts).
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

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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 world’s a sunny day, oh yeah
I got a nikon camera
I love to take a photograph
So mama don’t 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 they’d never match
My sweet imagination
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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 TVs.
All men react Hollywood's gorgeous dolls ('filthy
pictures'), but nerds such as myself also salivate over
gleaming spaceships. The vedic vimanas (spaceships) dreamed
(these are spaceships of the mind) of in India as the prior
world age/aeon (Hindu yugas) turned into the aeon also now
ending were deliberately revived by Hollywood (e. g., the
Flash Gordon serials of the desperate days of the Thirties
depression). 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! 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.' (Beatles)

Television is the tool that amplified the strength of my

Invisible Fairy Rain. I do my Fairy Bowling with the dolls I
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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. 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.
You get to talk to a pretty girl.
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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)

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. 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 fairy – a boy in the body
of a man) 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 cards and Jesus and I, the rest of the world will
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stop at nothing to turn us off. Repeating what I said

earlier, you legitimately may go, 'Let's take this sucker
out!'

The Last Airbender – Orgone

The 'smoky' mist is being emitted by the 'boy' from his
mountaintop cavern. Unconsciously this signifies the slime he
is spewing from his Fire Hose planetwide!

The Last Airbender – Pie Fight 'The rest of the world will
stop at nothing to turn us off.' The warships are lobbing
flaming shells (unconscously slime) to stop the 'boy' spewing.
It's a paintball(slimeball) pie fight!
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,
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reflections in the water, shadows or dream images. Techniques

to reach that Otherworld 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. The uncut version of 'The Devil's
Rain' has a globe (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 self-destruct.
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'. 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
singlehandedly, a raving madman and the Last Man on Earth, the
Lone Ranger, 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!
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
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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
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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 also.

(Return to TOPICS)
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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(Return to TOPICS)
Science

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. 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,
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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
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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 from my perch (Great White Throne), and rain men
planetwide, 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!
(Return to TOPICS)
Conclusion
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.
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Kate Bush – 'Cloudbusting' Video

Dead 'Alien' Film Space Gunner (Compare with Prior Image of

Reich's (Phallic) Space Gun!)
The rain was Fairy Rain (Mass Psychosis), not water.
Reich was a Space Gunner – a Scanner! 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
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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.

Kate Bush – 'Experiment 4' Video - Madman Raptures Out his

Psychiatrists in His Asylum
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Drooling Green Alien Sex Fiend (Me)

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 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 (who once were human)! 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 (MS-35 - view at
UCSantaCruz.). My letters (1971-83) are in box 12, folder 38.
This includes all his articles and letters, in addition to
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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
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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.

(Return to TOPICS)
APPENDIX 1: 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' says: '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 name:
MASS PSYCHOSIS!

Brief excerpts from Margaret MacDonald’s 1830 Secret

Rapture prophecy:
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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
(Return to TOPICS)
Appendix 2: From Norman O. Brown's Closing Time

There two senses (at least) for Brown's title Closing

Time

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.
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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 from Vico's New Science (labeled
NS), and also some from Brown's earlier LOVE'S BODY (1966).
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 of the mad
(gibbering) 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.'
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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, waiting to bring the house down.'

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.'
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'It's as semper as oxhousehumper!'

'Roll away the reel world, the reel world, 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 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. (NS)

That's where it's at: decline.

The Decline of the West O. Spengler

First the age of the gods, then the age of heroes,

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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)

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)

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 int 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
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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 simple-minded enough to recognize the gods

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(NOB)

- only barbarians are capable of rejuvenating a world laboring

under the death throes of an unnerved civilization (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 crushmess!'

'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!'
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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)

'pawses'

'It darkles (tinct, tint) all this our funnanimal 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
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returning to primitive simplicity of the first world of

peoples (NS)

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 heavens thundered for the first time
after the flood.
Thereupon a few giants, who must have been more robust,
and who were dispersed through the forests on the mountain
heights where the strongest beasts have their dens, were
frightened and astonished by the great effect whose cause they
could not know, and raised their eyes and became aware of the
sky. They pictured the sky to themselves as a great animated
body, which in that aspect they called Jove, who meant to tell
them something by the hiss of his bolts and the clap of his
thunder.
Thus it was fear which created gods in the world. (NS)

'The while we, we are waiting. we are waiting for. Hymn.'

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. (NS)
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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. (NOB)

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

'dumbfounding
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
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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 (NOB)

a cyclical view of history

a cycle of world ages
as in the mystical tradition, the occult tradition
The 'New Science' is the 'Secret Doctrine' (Blavatsky)
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.' (NOB)

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.
Nixnixundnix.
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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. (NOB)

'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 hundredlettered name again, last word of a perfect

language'.

The testimony of schizophrenia: _they eat and are eaten._

Schizophrenia is 'food trouble' (NOB)

'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'

'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)

'Lotsoftfun at Finnegan's Wake.'

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Appendix 3: Led Zeppellin'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,

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
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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 (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.
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
 p.158

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 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!”
We ghosts emit the soundless, but weird, creepy moan and
eerie whine that we receive off the Collective Unconscious.
I'm the Whispering Ghost or the Whistler sending the humming
Idiot Wind in your head to remove the dolls (Mass Psychosis)
and rapture out billions!
'♪ 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.
- 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,
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Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know
Your stairway lies on the whispering wind.

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Your first four paragraphs you rightly labeled 'earth

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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
Praise the Lord, I'll have a new life' 'I'll Have a New Body (I'll Have a New Life)'

Something so strong
Could carry us away
Something so strong
Could carry us today (Crowded House)

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)
 p.165

When I die hallelujah by and by (die means the Living Dead)

I'll fly away

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

What Would Jesus Do? 'Halo' unconsciously = Bathed in Slime!

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Alphabetical Index
 p.166

angels..............................................................................16, 29, 41, 48, 55, 83, 85, 94, 107, 110
Collective Unconscious......................................................................................38, 57, 104, 131
damned.......................................................................................................................33, 40, 124
Damned....................................................................................................................................15
dolls......34, 35, 36, 41, 42, 48, 49, 53, 56, 61, 62, 83, 85, 86, 95, 116, 129, 130, 134, 157, 158
fairy...............................5, 14, 31, 35, 56, 61, 63, 64, 68, 84, 105, 107, 111, 118, 119, 127, 134
Fairy...................................................................................................3, 51, 53, 64, 65, 129, 139
FAIRY..............................................................................................................................89, 103
ghost...............................................................................................................................7, 10, 19
Ghost............................................................................................................................7, 25, 158
GHOST.....................................................................................................................................89
giants......................................................................................................................147, 148, 152
Giants...........................................................................................................................66, 98, 99
gibbering...................................................................................9, 19, 57, 91, 104, 145, 153, 161
have to work...................................................................................................................117, 153
Isle..............................................................................................................................15, 81, 130
mad. .8, 9, 10, 11, 16, 19, 29, 35, 44, 46, 51, 57, 70, 90, 91, 104, 112, 117, 120, 129, 131, 139,
140, 141, 145, 147, 153, 161
Mad.........................................................................................................................11, 29, 52, 73
madness..............................................................................................................11, 97, 140, 153
Madness................................................................................................................11, 28, 70, 122
Mass Psychosis.....................................................10, 16, 18, 103, 104, 107, 110, 139, 140, 158
MASS PSYCHOSIS...............................................................................................112, 143, 153
Secret Rapture.......................4, 10, 16, 18, 85, 86, 103, 104, 107, 110, 111, 112, 143, 164, 165
SECRET RAPTURE..............................................................................................................143
signal......................................................................................................................................158
Signal........................................................................................................................................19
spirit..........................................................................................................98, 132, 149, 156, 157
Spirit.....................................................................................................................................6, 38
thunder........................................................................................19, 51, 107, 110, 145, 152, 153
Thunder............................................................................................................................18, 145
timebomb..........................................................................................................6, 43, 61, 86, 130
TIMEBOMB............................................................................................................................89
virgin.................................................................................8, 18, 38, 46, 47, 83, 84, 86, 102, 117
Virgin........................................................................................................................................72
virgin ........................................................................................................8, 18, 46, 86, 102, 117
Virgin .......................................................................................................................................72
watchers....................................................................................................................................16
Watchers...................................................................................................................................29
Weird Radio......................................................................................19, 104, 107, 110, 123, 131
wizard.....................................................................................9, 18, 28, 51, 55, 91, 95, 112, 113
Wizard........................................................................................................................28, 82, 103
WIZARD..................................................................................................................................89
♪....................................................................10, 11, 18, 29, 35, 51, 57, 116, 122, 130, 157, 158