christianity is not an offshoot of judaism. i am christ and i am here to tell you this buddhism, the religion of the entire universe forever. monotheism is the satanic pagan mischief of old greco-roman mystics.
they need it to be "one true god" so they can impersonate that god and act like they own everything. the universe is a much larger place than this. the universe is full of planets with heavens and hells just like this one. there are hundreds of millions of billions of gods and men.
even that number is but a shred of the vast truth. what i really wanted to teach was buddhist spiritual science. i used poetry instead of direct explanation in order to be more persuasive. if you think about it christianity is the greatest tantric religion ever, but it also is the most ignorant of spiritual and occult sciences. a peculiar dichotomy.
when it says i said, "heavenly father." I really was saying "heavenly fathers" in reference to the buddhas, plural, with an "S."
The trinity "the father, son, and the holy ghost" is really "The buddhas, the sanghas, and the dharmas" respectively. The "only know the father through me" does not mean "i am the one true god," it means "the bodhisatva way is the ultimate way." the "great vehicle" is the true way, and everyone's ultimate destiny whether they are conscious of it, or not.
When I said I was "the king of jews," it had nothing to do with wanting to be a Jewish authority, it meant I wanted to be a Buddhist authority. I said, "yes, I am the king of the jews. I am the king of the romans. I am the king of kings." Meaning all rivers flow into the ocean of buddhism. The gods themselves are taught buddhism in heaven.
And those gods who rebel against us and prevent us from enlightening planetary/heaven/hell systems of humans and gods, we will destroy them and damn them to hell for their horrid pride.
This is why the world will be shook to its knees for the 6th seal. Some dumb ass god had to take it too far and stand in buddhism's way, had to take it to the point of show of force thinking we were too permitting to do anything about it.
This spring I called up my close friend Alex and told him:
"I'm moving back home and we're getting the band back together
no more Jesus stuff, I'm just gonna get a decent local trucking job
and get laid all the time with as many girls as I can to make the band
look cool."
Alex was like, "Cool man, that will be fun."
That morning after a long period without any heavenly signs
of sunshine or thunder or lightning I awoke to a small thunder storm,
Lightning shot in my eyes when I thought of forgetting the quest to return as Jesus
Thunder reported when I thought of my love for Laura Hartung,
who I know is Mary Magdalene...
I apologized to God. I apologized to the Buddhas.
whichever one makes sense to you.
So now no one understands me around town.
They wonder what I am up to.
They are sick of my music performances on the street
And why shouldn't they be?
I've overplayed them
But what I think they hate more than anything
is the fact that I wait for her.
They've tried to call me gay.
Gay men have tried flirting with me and they knew
I knew what they wanted and that I wanted something else.
Girls hate me for not considering them.
Some are sympathetic and know.
Guys are at times sympathetic
and at times know it's an easy whipping boy
to make fun of for all his oddness.
An easy victory to score.
Some lecture behind my back
in passing about how I should just be normal
and I could get laid and get a hot chick
and be cool and normal.
They think I just am trying to be Bob Dylan
and be rich and never work.
But I've been through too many incredible
heavenly signs.
They are the signs of my return
and there will be no others.
I had a knot in my vertebrae
behind my heart chakra that I have worked out now.
I akin it to Odysseus wearing the rags and gait of a beggar
when he returns to Ithaca...
I was fated to have my heart broke at 15
and not be repaired until 30...
So in a way I'm only 16
and I think that's why I'm aging slower
than the people I grew up with.
But now a new test begins.
The last test was easier.
I just had to come out and the glory
Justified my faith.
Now comes the test
where I will face sadness,
the same sadness I cowered to and fell from
at 15,
I now will rise above
With faith in the signs I've seen
that I must carry them out to their final end
Without losing heart.
Playing through the pain.
Waiting like a stone.
Alone. Alone. Alone.
An outcast.
"A waste?"
guess you'll just have to stick around until the ending...
Jesus usually wouldn't give Mary Magdalene
the time of day.
he rather disdains the rich.
or is it just the cruel?
But Mary, she just had to break away
becoming a stripper and a groupie
to any little poet that could take her
away from her boring days
And Jesus couldn't tell her no.
Because when he offered her his true love
The same true love he offered to a thousand
Rich and poor girls
She didn't stomp it out like she was an aloof queen
She saw the risk
She saw the suicide in everything he did
At one point the rich are forgiven
and looked at with the same pity
and forgiveness as the poor.
Jesus is an accepter, if such a thing exists.
Now for all their folly
And much more done probably by christ
There is an imprint of them on collective unconscious sceaming
"Oh Laura!"
"Oh Babydoll!"
And no matter how lame or played out it gets
They still burn, burn, burn.
At least one of them anyway
and after she finds nothing but disappointment
and the same
she always goes back
to his unique ways
and for all his lust
that makes him less than perfect
as is said
he sees the same acceptance of everything and everyone
in her as he tries to adhere to himself
wild and free
idle and wasteful
who is the real savior??
a man or a woman?
are these just two bored souls
with nothing better to do
than play star-cross'd lovers?
I've always been weird for loving everybody.
I've never tried.
People always wanted me to fall in line
of the prison mentality of profiting socially
at the expense of others and I rarely gave in
And if so with bitten regret...
Could you hang out with losers?
Everyone has this image of Jesus in their mind
that he's a homecoming king executive with a mansion...
I hang out with people
other people call losers.
I hang out with innocent, loving people.
Everyone who knows me
Knows I've always been "strange" like this.
There's old pictures in southeast Asia of
Maitreya with a guitar.
One of my earliest memories
Was listening to my mom run the vacuum
For 45 minutes or so
and just humming with in the distorted noise
like not knowing it was my destiny or something
They say in certain buddhalands they teach the dharma through smell.
Here I will use jazz.
And jazz will use me.
It's how to become clairvoyant
Louis Armstrong may have been an emanation
of Amoghasiddhi
Robbie Robertson stole that from me
When I wrote it down a couple years ago.
Blues comes from nothing you can see.
and thus does Maitreya's psychic abilities...
la la la
And all I wanna do with them is
play, play, play
and that's why the gods
and buddhas trust me.
and right now i suck so bad
everyone will laugh and say i should quit.
and they're right.
i guess it's the thrill of victory,
or the agony of defeat
and defeat i can take.
it's the horrid gray numb
of cubicle and the Ford-150
i cannot take.
"could I borrow a feeling?"
i think they realized at some point they couldn't change me.
i mean as long as i learned the part where i helped old ladies
cross the street...
but seriously it is because
i blur the line between good and bad
with humour
that i shepherd the sinners
the other monks just write off
as fit for hell...
The very last to become a Buddha was one named Burner of the Lamp. Among the eight hundred disciples was one named Seeker of Fame. The Bodhisattva Wondrous Light had eight hundred disciples. One of them was called Seeker of Fame. Now, the Bodhisattva Wondrous Light was the Bodhisattva Manjushri. He was the master of the eight princes, and taught them all to become Buddhas. The last of the eight princes was called Burner of the Lamp. He was Shakyamuni Buddha’s teacher and transmitted the prediction of Buddhahood to Shakyamuni Buddha. This means that the Bodhisattva Manjushri was Shakyamuni Buddha’s grand-teacher, his teacher’s teacher.
Manjushri now acts as Shakyamuni Buddha’s disciple. The grand-teacher is now the disciple. What is the principle involved here? In the Buddhadharma, “TheDharma is level and equal with nothing above or below”. Everything in the world is, without exception, just like a play. People all watch the play and then, when it’s over, they go home. Manjushri Bodhisattva acted in the Saha world as the disciple of Shakyamuni Buddha and Shakyamuni Buddha’s teacher was Manjushri Bodhisattva’s disciple. So, take a look: “The Dharma is level and equal, with nothing above or below”, and so when Shakyamuni Buddha became a Buddha, Manjushri Bodhisattva had not yet done so, and so now he is Shakyamuni Buddha’s disciple.
Among the eight hundred disciples was one named Seeker of Fame. He just loved to seek fame and profit. What was he like? He never cultivated; he just laughed and joked all day. He ran around outside, climbing on conditions at the homes of the wealthy people and influential officials. He schemed for his own advantage and he didn’t cultivate. He didn’t recited Sutras. Well, he recited them, but his heart wasn’t in it. He recited them over and over, but couldn’t remember them. Why not? Because his heart was heavy laden with schemes for climbing on conditions. If you can’t remember your Sutra recitations, you should take a clue from Maitreya Bodhisattva for a warning. He couldn’t remember the Sutras because he was too involved with climbing on conditions and seeking fame.
Why can’t you remember your Sutra recitations? It’s because, in your heart, you also seek fame and climb on conditions; you seek fame and profit. If you put down those two words “fame and profit”, then you’d be able to recite any book at all after reading it only once. You wouldn’t have to put forth any special concentration to memorize it. Why? Because you’d have no other thoughts. Without thoughts of greed, hatred, or stupidity or climbing on conditions, your intelligence and wisdom would come forth.
Who was greedily attached to profit and offerings. See? Even Maitreya Bodhisattva had that flaw. He was greedy for profit, craved offerings, climbed on conditions, and got stuck on profit and offerings. Profit just means money. He was greedy for people to give him a little cash, like monks nowadays who receive offerings of money in little red envelopes. They open them up and if there is a sizable amount of money in them, they are delighted. That is what is meant by being greedily attached to profit and offerings. If they get a little less, they grimace and groan. This is just a manifestation of greed for offerings. If you are truly a person of the Way, if won’t matter how much they give. A little is a lot and a lot is a little. A little and a lot--it's all the same.
For example, last Saturday on the eighth day of the lunar month, one disciple saw that people were making offerings to the Dharma Master. Basically, I wouldn’t even bring this matter up because it is likely to sound as if I’m asking for offerings, but unless I talk about it, no one will know. She saw that the Chinese people were all making offerings and so she also gave an offering. At the time I didn’t know how much was in it. Later on, I opened it and saw that it was a penny. I was extremely happy.
You say, “How could a penny make you happy?”
Although it was only a penny, it showed that she had a sincere heart. I think on that day she didn’t have any money and so she only gave a penny. That night, she made another offering of four dollars and told me, “I didn’t have any money today.” I said, “I know. Your penny made merit and virtue for you perhaps as much as giving a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand dollars would have, because you were sincere.” In the Buddhadharma, as long as you are sincere, you obtain merit and virtue regardless of how much money you give as an offering. If you do not have a sincere heart, even if you give a lot, it’s still a little. If you have a sincere heart, if you give a little, it’s still a lot. You need only make offerings with a true heart.
Although he read and recited many scriptures, at that time the Bodhisattva Seeker of Fame, Maitreya, one of the eight hundred disciples, read and recited Sutras. Like now in the morning, the three who have left home along with several laypeople, recite the Shurangama Mantra, The Vajra Sutra, and The Heart Sutra. It would be good to recite the Great Compassion Mantra twenty-one times to seek a response and whatever you seek, you may obtain. If you recite the Great Compassion Mantra, the lecture hall will be filled with a rare fragrance as that state arises when one recites it. If you recite Sutras sincerely a rare fragrance may also manifest. How does that happen? When you recite the Sutras, heavenly maidens will scatter flowers and the fragrance will manifest. But you must recite with a sincere heart, in the same way that you must make offerings to the Triple Jewel with a sincere heart. If you have a sincere heart, when you recite a single sentence of the Sutra, you can startle heaven and move the earth. The ghosts and spirits in heaven and earth will all know about it. If you don’t have a sincere heart, you can recite the entire Sutra and all you do is strike up false thinking. What false thinking do you strike up? You think, “I’m reciting the Sutra today. I wonder if anyone will send me offerings? I’m reciting the Sutra so I can get offerings.” If you have that kind of false thinking, then no one will make offerings to you. Why not? Because your heart is filled with the wish for offerings and so they will not appear. If you have thought, it is false thought. The thought arising is just false thought. Without thought, you may obtain a response. If you do not seek offerings, and they come, that is a response. Although he read and recited many scriptures, not one Sutra, but a lot of them, he did not comprehend them. He couldn’t remember them. If you can’t remember them, then you remember the first part and forget the last part, or remember the last part and forget the first part. If you remember the first and the last, you forget the middle part, and you can’t recite it. You have to listen to the others and follow along with them. If you do that, the merit and virtue is theirs, not your own. Do you understand? You must be able to recite them on your own. You must comprehend them, recite them yourself, understand them and be well-versed in them. Well-versed, you can recite them from the first part to the very end remembering them all.
Now, he read and recited them but couldn’t remember them. And forgot most of what he learned. He didn’t really recite. He recited the first part and forgot the last; forgetting a whole lot of it. For that reason he was called Seeker of Fame. I believe that he probably did not give himself this name. Someone else probably gave it to him saying, “All you do is seek fame and seek profit. We’ll just call you Seeker of Fame Bodhisattva!”
Because he had also planted good roots, although he was called Seeker of Fame, he had also planted many good roots and cultivated many practices, cultivating blessings and cultivating wisdom. He was able to encounter limitless hundreds of thousands of tens of thousands of millions of Buddhas, making offerings to them and honoring them, venerating and praising them. He made offerings to limitless Buddhas, honored them, venerated and praised them.
Sutra:
“Maitreya, it should be known, could the Bodhisattva Wondrous Light have been anyone else? I, myself, was he. And the Bodhisattva Seeker of Fame was you, yourself!”
Outline:
J3. correspondence of the past and present
Commentary:
Maitreya, it should be known, could the Bodhisattva Wondrous Light have been anyone else? Do you know who he was? He wasn’t anybody else but--who? I, myself, was he. He was just me--Manjushri Bodhisattva! Do you remember? And the Bodhisattva Seeker of Fame, just who was he? You, yourself! You, Maitreya Bodhisattva, you were the one who sought fame and profit. But now, you’re improved yourself a lot, and made a lot of progress compared to the way you used to be.
In 2009 as I moved home from Iowa City I saw the wave that could drown the whole world.
On mile 47 of interstate 380 a spiraling vortex
the size the sky came bearing down on my car
I was driving with the windows down
Hunter-Thompson tactile feeling
an intense eminence and the wave came
to destroy me and the world
and it hit me and I hit it with a spirit bomb
and in that moment I smelled the gas and spray of D-Day
and the WHAP!
of a bet discussed over golf in Hawaii where the leaders of the world
bet on the future of the world
in the 20th century, Some bet on me, some didn't
wrong bet
The wave was dispersed and miraculously
everything it destroyed reappeared
and I drove home singing
I was drowned
I was set up and left for dead
I was born in a crossfire hurricane
And I was crowned with these spikes
Right through my hands
Yeah Yeah Yeah
~
This wave represents the old sorcery
made in the fashion of Sakyamuni's Water
Replaced by the new age sorcery
coming to be of Maitreya's Fire
So some people hide behind walls and laugh at me without actually talking to me. Well tell you what, I'm no good at cloak and dagger. You laugh with your millions of dollars of cloak and dagger money and then despair at some stupid rule I'll never have to worry about. I'm higher than you in the heavenly chain, higher than you think with that pompous laugh and I got that way simply through bravery and innocence.
I am more powerful than any wizard or god that travels this planet for I am on the cusp of Buddhahood. You waste all that time in ambition studying alchemy. You ought to just look for it within you. And to quote Lao Tzu further you are like those "who love shortcuts."
"The way is smooth and easy, the more you work it, the more comes forth out." Yes I'm Maitreya the "fame-seeker" theatre-arts bodhisatva but because I never wanted to leave birth and death because I loved it so much, because of that I achieved my "immortality." I am more powerful because I don't care to be powerful and like Lao Tzu said, "Heaven comes to your aid, with its mercy." I am powerful because I don't consider myself powerful. I have the power of god and the buddhas because I am so loving and kind and earnest, NOT because I wanted such occult supremacy.
I was a scared kid, but as it said in the bible Jesus comes into his stride in his 30s and September 30th I will turn 31. I am ready to go wherever the buddhas point me and to defend this with all the honor my mind hone out of itself. I know above all, the only thing I need to try to do is to stay calm - to watch my temper and develop my maturity and wisdom like any other aging man. But I taken all the time for a fool. Now you know why.
Big fans of the Libertines, graduated college, quit jobs rather do pizza, maybe UNIteaching then decided going full on music recorded "went to breakfast" with Jay and Casey, met Laura on myspace, Tornado, met Laura on facebook, fell in love writing letters in the fall of '08 during the excitement of the Obama election, meeting her parents, falling out, start of my wanderings, failed insurance job, fling with felicia, first trip to new orleans, trucking, solidifying love for laura and no one else, back to pizza delivery and the dwellers of the twilight void, the rapture, new orleans, bunkhouse on the run, madison everyday is judgment day, back to waterloo with asanga-dan bodhisatva, awaiting the change of 2012 and my return to Laura, the end.
So from being down and out on anti-depressants in 2004-2006, I eventually made a clean break from them with resistance from my psychiatrist and my mother and I finished school. The strange thing about my mental illness was it was always changing shape. I came back from feeling I was mentally handicapped to finishing a bachelor's of arts degree from the University of Northern Iowa in History Liberal Arts. I worked construction for a short time and then got a job with Target Corp. in one of their distribution centers. I would try to move up here to management with my degree for a career job.
But one day working in the hardest part of the busiest section fate got involved and in the spirit of working too hard I tried throwing a box of merchandise on a trailer and it fell onto a fellow employee's head and the although he was okay the next day I was fired. That weekend an old high school friend got married and I met one of his wife's close high school friends and we started a little fling. She was from Iowa, but lived in St. George Utah managing a Fazoli's her uncle owned. I moved out there, but within a month our relationship flamed out. I worked for a while at a Wal-Mart photo lab and rather enjoyed it. Coming back home I found work back at the pizza place and got a job debt collecting which I hated and quit and happily returned to the pizza place and bought a new guitar and amp and wanted to start a new band.
I got my old friends Jay and Casey to write and record some songs that spring that I play to this day. "Went to Breakfast," "My Window," and "Phantom Delivery Driver." I had recorded "Let's Go Make A Deal" the prior spring and I put those four songs up on myspace and because we were trying to be all cool and international like the Libertines and the Strokes I started adding anybody cool on myspace that looked like they liked the music I liked a lot. I tried to get a few people from every country and state, and I never felt bad about promoting like that for small bands, I consider it work like anything else, like restaurant work - you gotta constantly put menus out... You gotta constantly expose yourself on social media.
So I'm looking through the Eagles of Death Metal's friends and I see a page called "Music When the Lights Go Out" and it has some blonde who looks just like the hipster girl from the Taco Bell commercial and she's drinking a beer so I add her. I look at her friends and see some goofy looking black-haired girl sort of in lingerie looking sideways and looking at her page I can see she is completely about concerts. But even better she likes all the same old bands I like, and every band she likes that I don't know about I begin to just know why she likes them and how they have a style that links back to all the old 60s and 70s bands we both love so much. So I added her and told her simply "I liked her band list," and she writes back,
"I like your songs.... All!" And I could tell she wasn't that good at speaking english and I thought it was cute because it gave her an innocence most girls don't have, and if they do have it it's all immature. I loved her large eyes and she was all drinking beer at 17 and trying to be this band aid with her friends, so I said what the hell and told her "I love you." It was love at first sight because she replied "I love you too!!!" I remember my friend at pizza hut the reincarnation of St. Daniel, Dan Hunt was noticing the halo around my head and calling me holy and showing him her pictures on myspace and he gave me this long mystified look like he knew before I did. Dan was and still is really Christian.
So like a fool I told her she should leave Europe and come live with me in my little apartment and we could make music and it was finally too much for her. I mean from the start I told her I expected to scare her off, but somehow she didn't care. I really think and know it was true love from the start. So I kind of blew it off and around then the tornado happened and I moved to Iowa City. I remember before I left I took stock of all the girls I loved and I was trying to picture who I would be with listening to all the love songs I owned I had a vague picture in my mind but it wasn't Laura.
But later that fall before the election of Barack Obama I looked her up again but this time on Facebook and she was like, "Blake I had a feeling you would come back" and I would start writing to her then about music and I was reading a lot and I told her she could be my muse of sorts and I expected it to scare her off, but she said she loved it she said, "Blake, we're like some old married couple..." At that point it hit me like a ton of bricks, but I didn't even want to believe it. I didn't want to be Jesus, but I knew. I didn't want to be Jesus because Jesus isn't cool. But I realized I would be Jesus for Mary Magdalene. And now the only thing I regret is what a coward I was for Christianity for the sake of vain "hipsterism.."
So I began to fall in love with her more and more every time I'd write her a love poem and it wouldn't scare her away. I made sure to space them out through the weeks so I wouldn't over-do it. She told me that winter that she took all my letters and hung them on her wall. It was the proudest moment of my creative career. Still is. Always will be.
So in 2009 something strange happened. I think some date happened nobody really knew about where the world was supposed to end. This may sound psychotic but I'll tell you this sudden chain of events exactly how I perceived it. It was late May 2009 and I was out jogging around Kinnick stadium on the hill that goes down back to Riverside drive and two or three lightning bolts struck me, even in front of people. There was other light storming going on in the sky, but no thunder, they were just these flashes. I went to work the next day and my co-workers said there was a group of people in the lobby who say I was the return of Jesus and they wanted to see me. I replied, "that's all I need" as I was feeling kind of psychotic. I was being watched.
I think a guy came through with a case that contained the ark of the covenant and a suitcase nuke. I was jogging one night and went through George's Bar on a total whim and I think I met Laura's mom and dad. Her dad was a big bald guy drinking a Miller Lite quietly and her mom looked just like her with a big old black hairdo and ether was all in the air and everyone was feeling psychedelic. Her mom hugged her dad and told me in her heart that they were together and I saw ether stars all around them when she did this and she said to me, "Well look at the little cradle robber." This was kind of true because Laura was 19 at the time and I was 27.
But her dad nodded over to a table like saying, "she's over there." And I left because figured I should wait and meet her at some other time because I had to work in the morning. It was the stupidest thing I ever did not to walk over there and I won't ever make that mistake again. I looked at her facebook page that night and it had a picture that was all blurred from the ether and I know it was George's bar and the caption read, "Till we meet again." But it wasn't long after that that I made a jealous hot-headed comment on her page and she deleted me from her friends and quit talking to me so much after that.
At this time I started wandering. I quit my job and wandered to Minneapolis and Los Angeles playing guitar on the street. I moved home and was a failed insurance salesman and went through some more jobs and just kept playing on the street and went out trucking for a while. I still wrote Laura, but she only wrote back sporadically but at the same time I felt her presence more and more.
I had a brief fling with another girl and met a bunch of girls in the spring and summer of 2010 who wanted to be my girlfriend but Laura's spirit was taking over my heart and making me a heart-felt person where I never was a heart-felt person before. I began to know. Lightning and thunder storms would thunder and lightning when I thought about other girls warning me not to love anyone else sometimes right beside the house. This would increase. When I'd think of Laura sometimes it would start it raining, even when there were no clouds. This happened in New Orleans a lot.
I went through the rapture like I explained in the "Seven Seals" chapter in May of 2011 and these guys who seemed like pastors or something with Oklahoma State clothes on came up to me while I was playing guitar that weekend and put there hands on me and said, "I think god wants you to do help for them." Now I would have told them directly what was in our hearts, that I am the return of Jesus. Back then I was too afraid of conflict.
Laura wrote me in New Orleans last fall that I should tell people what I write her, and I think that represents all the secret societies that protect her asking her to ask me that because they are ready. I got up my gumption one night and told a bunch of people in a coffeehouse poetry session. It made most people defensive but the strange thing is I know they know, they feel it, they just don't want to be told like it's some sales pitch. For I don't need to be convincing when God was always shooting me with lightning bolts in front of people in New Orleans and I started to notice that when people denied my truths in certain situations lights flashed directly into their soul from the buddhas so they then knew I wasn't telling the truth even though they would still not like me. Mostly because I wasn't likable.
I wasn't sure of myself and awkward and so different. But I've changed so much trying to improve so maybe the powers that be will notice so I can get back to Laura. She really has been such a Muse.
I told my friend Jim this story of sorts in the spring of 2012 in Madison Wisconsin and it brought him to tears a little. Later I told him more about it at his home in Viroqua and even more flashes poured out of me in the night during opportune times where it seemed what I was saying was unbelievable because I was saying I was Jesus and I was Maitreya. Jim ended up more or less saying he believed me. He said he always thought that he was going to be "the observer."
So this pretty much leads up to today. I'm telling everyone. I don't care if you don't believe me, because I know now you will believe me later. I have been through so many miracles and I realize every night in conversation with an "Obi-Wan Kenobi" esque voice within what I need to work on or where I need to go - just like people think of Jesus, talking to God with his mind and telling people what he said.
I will continue to write my experiences as I remember them out of context, but there you go, that's my general story. I await for my story to gain public acceptance and plan to put together a touring apparatus whereas I could pay for mine and my chosen friend's travel and we could meet with people in all the world's cities and debate the dharma and sing songs to rally the love of the holy spirit. Yes, Jesus Christ Superstar Traveling Show. People will hate this idea and easily criticize it, but it is destined to happen. I have vowed to be with no other girl in any lifetime.
I have sat in contemplation and in fear of what this would mean in the afterlife if I am not telling the truth. I told my friend Kyle this the other day and without hesitation he said, "wow man, you're going to hell." But I forgive Kyle for that he will see it later. This reminds me of when I moved home after the Iowa City lightning bolt incident.
A storm was brewing outside my parent's new house outside Janesville, Iowa and the storm was so bad our friend stopped by after he had retreated the golf course and there was a very similar spirit in the air to the 2008 Tornado, and in general it was about a year later...
I looked inside and decided to put this debate to the test. I rode out into the west down the gravel road toward the cloud that was coming. I engendered the "Kick-off" spirit of football Thanatos where I was completely ready and indifferent of whether I would live or die... I was turning it over to the heavenly fathers. And there at the corner of Badger and Bluebird Avenue a single specific lightning bolt struck through me and my first thought was, "....sorry."
Sorry to god for all my doubt. Sorry to the buddhas and that I didn't talk to those people in Iowa City about being Jesus because I thought Jesus was lame. I realized without a doubt I was Jesus and Maitreya from that lightning bolt and I rode around the section and reflected and the storm dissipated and I came back and our neighbor Roger said, "I never saw you make that face..." And I said "oh that's my football warrior face." Everyone was less paranoid because when that lightning bolt hit the storm lost power and went away and so went the spirit of dread in the air that was like the tornado that had destroyed our home the prior year.
I told people on facebook that night I was Jesus but I think everyone took it as a joke. I was struggling with talking about it back then. I figured right then and there all of a sudden I was going to be on TV and everyone was going to accept it. I didn't think I had to tell everyone and in a way I still don't and that even ties back in with the bible. Bob Dylan said it best:
"The truth's in our hearts and we still don't believe."
But we'll see about that. You can think it's not true, but I bet you all those lightning bolts that it is. This has been the tribulation. It is winding down. Soon will be the public recognized second coming and my travels and preachings and songs.
Like I touched on earlier in the story, my family was "Christian," but not really that Christian so most things I learned about Christianity I picked up through popular culture - ya know TV and movies...
Like I said the 80s and 90s conspiracy "end of the world" shows like X-Files and Nostradamus specials led me to know what was to come, but I want to tell you now in hidden fashion - "thief in the night," Odysseus now reveals his cloak.
This means I'm now finally looking into the bible to tie all together at the end even though fate could have had me be like most people feel about the bible - something they just follow so they can fit-in society and get what they want even though they don't believe in all in any of the magic of it. It's just a hoop they jump through in order to get a good job.
That's why my earlier years were much like the wanderings with eastern mysticism and then growing apocalyptic at their very end - so tonight I'll be perfectly honest with you I just google-searched "return of jesus" and started following links about "Revelation stuff." I mean, when you watched Jack Van Impe productions in the 90s, the general consensus was it was a joke, but now the joke's on you. Here's my interpretation of the Seven Seals from wikipedia - you see the wicked laugh here, for they know to criticize it cruelly. Rather I am speaking like I said I would now, PLAINLY...
The first seal
"Revelation 6:1-2 1 And I saw when the Lamb opened one of the seals, and I heard, as it were the noise of thunder, one of the four beasts saying, Come and see. 2 And I saw, and behold a white horse: and he that sat on him had a bow; and a crown was given unto him: and he went forth conquering, and to conquer. (--Authorized King James Version) "
This part represents the going to war of 9/11.
The second seal
"Revelation 6:3-4 3 And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see. 4 And there went out another horse [that was] red: and [power] was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given unto him a great sword. (--Authorized King James Version)"
This represents mass-shootings and other gastly public acts in the world on "the media."
Third seal
Revelation 6:5-6 5 And when he had opened the third seal, I heard the third beast say, Come and see. And I beheld, and lo a black horse; and he that sat on him had a pair of balances in his hand. 6 And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts say, A measure of wheat for a penny, and three measures of barley for a penny; and [see] thou hurt not the oil and the wine. (--Authorized King James Version)
This laments the barriers to cooperation for the important things - FOOD in favor of the less important things OIL and OPIUM. This represents the economic crises.
Fourth Seal:
Revelation 6:7-8 7 And when he had opened the fourth seal, I heard the voice of the fourth beast say, Come and see. 8 And I looked, and behold a pale horse: and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him. 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. (--Authorized King James Version)
This represents the love of sarcasm and cruelty over innocence, courage, and love. Hence the Pale Horse. It represents cruel acts of the state in vanity of Lao Tzu's way of man which loves to heap on the "more than enough" more "more than enough." While it is important to note here that I value above all FREEDOM and this is not Marxist thought although it could be easily interpreted so. It is more of a condemnation of liberalism for all its hypocrisies and flaunted faithlessness.
Fifth Seal:
Revelation 6:9-11 9 And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God, and for the testimony which they held: 10 And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth? 11 And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little season, until their fellow servants also and their brethren, that should be killed as they [were], should be fulfilled. (--Authorized King James Version) This represents the great glory all have felt as I came forward out of hiding in the eleventh hour (2011) and began singing in the streets and from my car delivering pizzas blasting music while the heavy solar activity followed and created great euphoria for the faithfull-hearted. From the joint-karma of all who have believed in me and suffered, or believed in the holy spirit (dharma) and suffered came the great glory of my return which I cannot believe people still tried in great cowardice to make fun of and reduce to just another ironic story for the Onion coward-news paper. I can't say enough times that the only reason I found the courage to do this was because of how much I loved Mary Magdalene (Laura Hartung) and like I hinted in the "2003" post I will soon explain our romance as she asked me to do just about a year ago from the date of this post... But yes, in general those of a true christian heart walked with euphoria to my singing and I have done this on countless occasions and weekends across the united states.
Sixth seal
Revelation 6:12-17 12 And I beheld when he had opened the sixth seal, and, lo, there was a great earthquake; and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood; 13 And the stars of the heavens fell unto the earth, even as a fig tree casteth her untimely figs, when she is shaken of a mighty wind. 14 And the heavens departed as a scroll when it is rolled together; and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. 15 And the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich men, and the chief captains, and the mighty men, and every bondman, and every free man, hid themselves in the dens and in the rocks of the mountains; 16 And said to the mountains and rocks, Fall on us, and hide us from the face of him that sitteth on the throne, and from the wrath of the Lamb: 17 For the great day of his wrath is come; and who shall be able to stand? (--Authorized King James Version)
This one scares me a little for now comes the time where I must make a leap of faith like in Indiana Jones 3... What's left of the "regular person" in me fears that if "nothing happens in 2012" I could be made fun of forever, but then I begin to think back to just every miracle I've witnessed and I'll sell it to you straight from what the heavenly fathers tell me this means directly into my soul when I think it to them:
This represents the great polar-shift cataclysm prophesied for December 21st, 2012. The talk of hiding in mountains and rocks represents the shelters conspiracy-theorists talk about like the Denver, Colorado airport. I really do feel the "3 days of darkness" will come physically from all the soot in the air and there will be a new alignment of our planet and a great disaster-relief effort following my ultimate state-sponsored recognition in the 7th and final seal...
Seventh Seal:
Revelation 8:1-6 1 And when he had opened the seventh seal, there was silence in heaven about the space of half an hour. 2 And I saw the seven angels which stood before God; and to them were given seven trumpets. 3 And another angel came and stood at the altar, having a golden censer; and there was given unto him much incense, that he should offer [it] with the prayers of all saints upon the golden altar which was before the throne. 4 And the smoke of the incense, [which came] with the prayers of the saints, ascended up before God out of the angel's hand. 5 And the angel took the censer, and filled it with fire of the altar, and cast [it] into the earth: and there were voices, and thunderings, and lightnings, and an earthquake. 6 And the seven angels which had the seven trumpets prepared themselves to sound. Revelation 16:1 1 And I heard a great voice out of the temple saying to the seven angels, Go your ways, and pour out the vials of the wrath of God upon the earth. (--Authorized King James Version)
This is when the earth in ruin will begin to rebuild itself into a new age where in glory I will be able to preach and travel at will like I was asking out of Jerusalem and the Roman Empire before they killed me in biblical times. We will make direct contact with "Angels" which are none-other than "Ancient" Aliens - devas, ELVES... This will all be in great glory like the assemblies of Sakyamuni Buddha in his time and I will sing and lightning will shoot out of me and thunder on national television and on the internet leaving an undeniable holy-record for generations to come that once and for all "god" DOES EXIST. And as all watch in awe I will have free-reign to explain to them everything "that was in my heart" that I could not explain that brought me sorrow before the crucifixion. I will be re-united with and mary Laura Hartung (Mary Magdalene) and we will live our lives out to the best of our happiness.
The world rebuild in unification and the modern connivences of the first world will come in stability to the members of "third world." In 2074 I will finish my "cliff-hanger" by "automatically" turning into a Buddha brutally in 7-days, a process that will destroy my body and I will die upon Buddhahood by I envision trying to get off one more good "one-liner" before I die. The purpose of this death upon achievement of Buddhahood is akin to alchemical process of "reversal" a la the chinese classic "Secret of the Golden Flower."
I will tell people Sakyamuni's wisdom did all the "X's and O's" teaching I could ever hope for and my love you felt showed you every reason you could ever perceive for resolving your own buddhahood. Thus tying it all together with the old quote from Jerusalem, "What I have done, you will do EVEN BETTER."
And with that in 2074 I will die and go to my new buddhaland to reflect and rest with Mary Magdalene.
