chapter 01

Before we get into the romantic fantasies of John Whoever, I'm gonna tell a story of a 17 year old boy who in 1977 of the Lord Jesus Christ king of kings, Lord of Lord and a man who enjoyed the company of many who loved him and he loved them.

He had a big blue mercury with a 427 V8 and a crag power play tape deck. He had lost interest and belief in his religion, his school and most everything else the world had to offer.

Not that the poor boy was down and out. Simply not interested.

And he smoked colombian maryjuanna on weekends. And holidays. On the beach at long point.

And it came to pass that he was outside of the arcade of pin ball machines some all new electronic screen stuff and soccer tables. Real cool soccer tables.

And as he was calling up his friend Tim on a pay phone. And a friend of a friend of a friend that he knew, suddenly appeared to him, like an angel. All nervous and not attempting to hide his nervousness as he tells me some college student who he thinks is okay, he don't know. It was all in there.

And when I looked at this college student. I mean when he.

Jesus laughed.

My instinct jumped like a real thing and I could see the man was shroud in a lie.

And somehow I felt he already had me, so I took him to my car.

(short interruption. when you think you know someone and love them from somewhere else. as in your instinct tells you, well, i'm in love with my grandmother)

"I'm a narc and you are under arrest."

"I know."

Three other narcs came running up to the car as if I was the big drug dealer.

The first night was a little weird. I let some tears out. But not for long. The guy in the next sell was, oddly enough, an angel.

Which I didn't even find surprising.

Right after him, I knew I was going to start learning stuff.

Like how to stay as free as possible.

Legalizing maryjuanna would help a few million.

Shit almost forgot.

I was hitch hiking out of downtown London and the guy that layed the narc on me who lived in the same subdivision drove by in his pickup.

And I thought. Why the hell didn't he pick me up.

Doesn't he know that the narc told him to give him someone.

I was someone and I don't take it personally. So chill man. And give me a ride next time.

And just one other short thought I picked up while executing an assignment John gave me.

Hold on.

"Mother, I went up on the cross to prove a point. And you still refuse to see it."

"What's your point."

"This here is it."

"That's not what the priest said."

"Hang the priests."

"Jesus H."

"If they do not repent of their crimes against evolution and the spirit which is alive in man."

"What are you going to do."

"It's a surprise."

"You can tell your own mother."

"Okay, in 2000 years I'm going to come back to destroy the religion those buggers made in my name."

"Why."

"Open you eyes and understand that looking is not seeing. Touch me and see that I am real."

John is a space cowboy with absolutely no regard for what is real or what is plausible. He inspires me to feel hopelessly lost in a world of idiots and idiots. So bare with me as I fight to have hope in this trash heap we call humanity.

I don't know who or what John thought the word was that existed. Maybe the word was.

Ignite.

And all the energy of our universe was. Some believe a universe ain't so hard to make if you got the technology and resources.

It was energy without dimension. We still got trouble with our heads figuring that out.

I'll tell you why not many atheist bother spending time on this book.

To them it would appear to be a children's fairy tale. I've heard it said and never really believed it, but it might not even deserve such a title.

Religious jibberish is all it is.

Nobody understands it because their is nothing in it.

It's a sad thing. Belief.

And John wants nothing more than to have us believe words thin with meaning.

The same club bullshit.

If you believe us you get to be one of God's kids.

And the only reason I can imagine having the simple tale of a man told three times is so that children of Christians who feed this shit to them from the time of birth, can see how impossible the thing is.

Matt has Jesus born in a house and wise men come visit. Luke has him in a barn with a bunch of animals. Although I think most of the animals were added by assholes wanting to have more plastic shit to sell.

Religion must stop or we will have no hope for sanity. And the priests with their many names and countless demons of doubt must be seen for what the are.

Clowns. Vipers. Tyrants. Liers. Murderers. The lowest of all creatures and we still listen to them babble jibberish.

"Jesus Christ said to dress up like clowns or in black, for lower ranks, and murder anyone and everything we want because God has power over all and he's a great guy when he ain't waging war."

We need. Sometimes we get an idea in our head and it spins in our head so that nothing in the world matters.

Sometimes it works out. Like two days of sex. But even that comes to an end and we want something else.

And it comes to pass that we don't really notice that what is real is really real. Compacted and organized energy.

Which admittedly doesn't seem possible. Someone must of designed it. Maybe it evolved. It ain't a relevant point. And neither were we until we woke up and started writing stories about how grand we are.

And almost all these grand storys are Law and Order. War and plunder.

There isn't much great about us yet. Some of the stories being written now are a little better. A little more plausible and they don't keep saying.

"Believe our fairy tale fantasy or we kill you."

Because that is a road to the extinction of a species that managed to press out a few who could see.

And they were systematically slaughtered or written out of history buy a bunch of War Lords that make religions to save on military spending.

Kill me if you want. I will not recant. If this believing because you are told to believe isn't wiped out of our gene pool.

The pool is done.

People you are creating the end of the world by believing it.

Stop your Goddamn believing words that do not in anyway match the size of the elephant.

The elephant is bigger than we thought and we far too blind.

John talked about John the Baptist and ducks coming down from heaven to sit on the head of Jesus. This proved then that ducks were Gods voice.

Quack. Quack. Quack.

I can't believe intelligent humans can believe that quacking ducks in the senate give a nat terd about real.

We'll try see what is tucked away in the quacking of the next chapter after a short commercial Break.

"Are you frustrated with the drunken idiocy of the planet of the mad primates.

Smoke a little Mary&John. They are not your only friends. But so what. They are more real than religion. All the religions put together. So take a drag the odd time and look at a tree or a bug or another real live human.

And ask that human.

Would you rather smoke and chill.
Or obey the liers, go rape and kill.

chapter 02

I don't propose to say that Mary and John are the only road to heaven. But it is one used by millions and it should be illegal to make it illegal.

And though I can't give my support to most other drugs, especially the chemicals sold by paranoia propigating legal drug companies.

Half the hospital beds in the first world countries are full with people with no hold on their heads. This is a condition that is not improving. Partly because we have become the creature void of instinct and reason. The bloody believers.

In so many gods. Most of all money.

So it is pointless to ask if Jesus made water into wine.

He didn't. Wine is made from grapes.

It is a sacrament for Jews, Christians and the other Gentiles.

And since the wedding with Jesus and his mother and the disciples all there could be the wedding of Jesus.

And as my sister reminded me.

"Does it matter."

"No. It's distraction detail."

Jesus and all his silly magic tricks. To prove he was the son of God. He had the right to say things. And the religious liers would have us believe no one else does.

Carl Sagan is a pot smoking non-Christian, non-Jew sinner so the universe doesn't exist. Copernicus was a pot smoking non-Christian, non-Jew so the universe doesn't exist.

Anything before the story of the Jacobite clan and its out-sourcing daughter company, the Christians, doesn't exist. And when things finally do exist after 13.7 billion years. The father of Adam the idiot made everything. Including 65 million year old dinosaur bones hidden in the ground to test the true believer.

And billions of years old light from uncountable stars moving at light speed from a central point 13.7 billion years.

Why are religious institutions legal. Why the hell are they tax free.

And why the hell are they allowed to walk into 12,000 year old cultures that have nothing to do with Moses or Jesus and sell them a lie that tells them life is not real. Life is a test to see if you get to heaven.

Which is where.

This is a sham. A horrible crime of misconduct. I like this love idea. It has worked well for me and many others.

But if they do not repent, they must be, for the love of life and a universe with a 100 billion year good future.

Remove them.

The system is breaking apart and we must save at least our love, reason, instinct. And language.

The time is not coming. The time is now.

Stop believing and wake up. Slowly. Very slowly. Without grabbing at convictions.

Or we will not be in heaven for the next 100 billion years.

And that, people, is a sin. To billions of unborn gods that didn't become because we fucked up.

chapter 03

The fact that war is the central business in plunder capitalism and those that speak against it usually get killed is not an excuses to do nothing, obey and act according to their laws.

It is cause for alarm and a rude. Very rude.

Awakening.

The third world already know they are our slaves. Our refusing to see it, acknowledge it and react with a new theater.

We're dead.

And the rude awakening is better for us than the most beautiful opiate of lies. Lies, no matter how many are slaughtered and enslaved in its wake, are lies.

The church is on fire.

We must get out.

I have no intention to pay any attention to the idiot John. We have to deal with him again in his end of the world word virus that is eating at our languages in the western world.

Bloody hell. Most everyone does not live in the affluent pockets in the western would.

How the hell did the bastard children of Jacob get to form our concept of reality.

verse 3: Jesus answered, "I am telling you the truth: no one can see the kingdom of God unless he is born again."

You can make that mean a great deal of things.

Let's pick evolution and reincarnation out of the hat.

In reality, the one thing I really have trouble with is slowing down. Most people that know me only from seeing and not looking wouldn't believe I had trouble with it. Those who know the angel in me. My spirit. Remind me.

Pain reminds me since long before I finally started writing something I felt was my story.

Quite by chance. After 25 years of looking for it. It turns out to be the bloody bible. The thing that infuriated me so much that I couldn't even lie to my mother and say I believed. To ease her conscience.

And, this, with much searching and direct contact with the angel in man, is your sometimes humble, sometimes megalomaniac, story teller's cross.

I haven't suffered from carrying it and part of the reason I may have bore it so long before ridding myself of it by writing my furry against the church and its leaders.

This book might shatter my mother.

Because she believes that it matters that I was a bastard child. She believes if I don't repent, I will go to hell. She believes the Law is good. She has held onto a brutal children's story like so many millions and billions have.

And she will not want to believe my life long objective was clarity.

And I know my father feared for my obsession with knowing things other people didn't know.

He feared I would find what I was looking for and it would be the end of me.

It might be. At the time of writing this book I had no enemies and everyone I met either loved me or learned to love me.

A blessed child.

And when one doesn't believe in god, one can only hope there is still hope for humans.

And if there isn't. The rude truth is, my mother and I don't matter, like any dramatic mother son story, anything at all compared to the possibility that I wake up six people with my writing.

And that is already history.

I am not good. I am a foul mouth asshole who has a talent for love and a hunger for an answer to the question.

Why are we killing the planet and each other.

No holy word is ever or will ever be above life.

For without life there ain't no idiots to write books.

After John tells us.

Jesus laughed.

vs. 13: "And no one has ever gone up to heaven except the Son of Man, who came down from heaven."

This is in reality obvious only true if the son of a man and woman was up their in a hot air balloon, which might be even true. Or a airplane. Which could be true now. Or a space craft. Which is already on the real side of things that can be.

Anyhow. One more confession. Not to show my artificial humility to make you love me more. I've got more than enough love and have more than enough angels.

Without my angels, which in case you have been sleeping, is the same thing Nietzsche tried to explain, being mirrors for my soul, the thing an atheist refused to really believe in.

I would have had my head stuck in the ass of the elephant and told you all to pack it in, it's over.

That ain't worth the paper.

So we have to believe in us. Not to believe we are angles because Nietzsche and Anny said.

Never believe and don't teach your children to believe.

Instead, shut the fuck up and listen to what they try to communicate. They haven't been stuffed full of shit yet. Being stuffed full of shit does not make us the authority over the minds of their children.

Mom. If you do read this. I love you. Just don't believe heaven is somewhere else.

Okay, let's do some comic relief.

vs. 4: As Moses lifted up the bronze snake on a pole in the desert, in the same way the son of Man must be lifted up.

If you forget the snake on a stick story, it was in the desert where we are to believe that Moses was the pope and talked the voice of god.

"People are dieing here in the pile of human bile and vermin."

"Well, Moses, why don't you put a snake on a stick."

"All righty."

John 3. 16 was one of the verses I managed with my dyslexic head to memorize as a kid. 17 with it. Classic for kids.

If Life is God and churches aren't in existence, there could be truth found in them.

So let's do away with the both of them.

Forever and ever.

Amen.

vs. 19: "This is how the judgment works: the light has come into the world, but people love the darkness rather than the light." End Quote

Then, obey or die. No. Come to the light or die.

Could be used as rope material.

Jesus laughed. And to be respectful of one's teacher's, I must thank John for his, John the Baptist 2000. Same idea. Different body.

Idea. Now that's something to.

For his brilliance and clarity in his lessons. Ironically, his most important lesson don't take place in a reality an atheist likes to believe in.

But that's evolution for you. If love helps a creature survive, if language helps a creature to survive. A spirit wouldn't be such a bad thing for evolution to give shit throwing killer primates.

Just don't name it for Christ Sake. Not until the religion virus is out of our language.

I mean no jest. I wouldn't spend 25 years looking to prove how wrong I was when I said I didn't need to learn how to read.

But pride is for monkeys.

Knock down the houses of religion. And read.


john chapters 04 - 06