Theory of Everything (fin)

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Love costs. Like dreams cost. Real dreams—not these which do not immediately degenerate into hard work, these which do not hold a promise of a better day—not idle wondering, but those dreams that make men brave. (And which vindicate the woman.) I imagine a ledger where all experience is chronicled in its most basic form, where strange coinage is put as the line items to the great sum of how all this matters. What love is such that one does not sacrifice something? Like an easy honor, that which is untested, the tensile strength of which is no more than a wink.

After my little performance in following directions from the vision—about the naked run to Pittsburgh—apparently then the rules changed. I still have trouble in believing it, how just that 5 minutes could change everything. No running from NYC to Pittsburgh, not in the birthday suit; instead I booked train tickets there for around when the elements of that vision were to show up and change everything. But it was no longer the Apocalypse. We still maybe expected something, still, to show up. I called it the Weirdness [that was to come]. I was locked away by then. I never got to go to Pittsburgh.

The day forecast in the vision came and went, then the next day (this had been the initial updated date, right after my 5 minutes). Before they said that everything changed. No weirdness. I should maybe have still kept looking. The Olympics came and went, while I was in the employ of the Cause. This year was especially strange, if for nothing else than a lot of famous people died in it. A clue? And then the Cubs go to win it all—not weird? And come election day… and what in the actual fuck? President Trump? And then I understood.

Donald Trump becoming President of the United States: here was the weirdness. Looking back, I can’t imagine how anyone else could have won. He is the avatar of what the US has now become; America is now a caricature of itself: this was when ordinary villainy turned into cartoonish super-villainy—that concept taken from the Simpsons, when Mr. Burns unveiled his plan for blocking out the sun. And Trump? What’s that humongous wall he wants to build? True, the nihilist in me secretly wonders how this will all go down, but the rest of me dreads of evil things.

Verily, what is meant to be? Generally understood to mean something that happens which is meaningful. Not all things that happen are meant to be—at least, not to us. Certain thresholds will hold. But looking at “meant to be” might mean to you, I recall one co-worker of mine complaining that computers never did what you wanted them to do (as opposed to what you tell them to do). He had a certain intent which did not translate into the specific instructions that made sense of it to the machine. It did not do what he meant for it to do. One wonders what it would be like, for everything to happen like we meant? Like there would be no more need for apologies? That’s Heaven, that’s New Jerusalem. It’s never that bad things are impossible, physically impossible—something will distract the one who wanted a catastrophe, something will be remembered, something will be calculated—it doesn’t come up, all the actual pieces needed to wreak vengeance just never come together. Serendipity and all his brothers seem to run the scene.

high in the frost where giants dwell, the sky was lost in snow
the rainbow bridge crossed the silver divide, sprinkled upon with stars
the shade of silence through midnight, far above the dream of the machines

do androids dream of electric sheep?

Things seem to be falling apart, at times—at least, to some of us. But ask someone who has eaten many years about the state of the world, and they will tell you that everything has always been falling apart. Even the most apocalyptic wild man will admit that the world has a tendency not to end. Where there is light, there is hope. And sometimes in the darkness, too. Like waking up God knows where, but her suffering has somehow evaporated, saying an aside to a friend who had been accompanying her (at least, in the previous world). Awakening in New Jerusalem from the midst of the Holocaust. Catching a glimpse, maybe? of the lay of the land—and Herr Hitler is here? This must be good. Everything, I think, is mixed into that equation. It is a sign.

Ask and it shall be given you, seek and you shall find. Do you have ears, but do not hear? Shall we pray twice and if God does not answer us the second time, we give up? Have you asked, and it was not given? Did you seek, and it was found to be nowhere? Understood, we understand how that can happen (and you can be sure Josh knows, too), but if you did not ask, will it be given you? If you did not seek, how would it be found? Get with the program. If you feel courageous, try it from the other point of view: when you are asked for something, give it; and then, find yourself what someone else is seeking. Do it like Josh, do it like justice: not to go by the letter of a request, always to understand the spirit in which it is asked. Be a part of what is meant to be.

To the Christians reading this, let me insert this quote:

The most critical issue facing Christians is not abortion, pornography, the disintegration of the family, moral absolutes, MTV, drugs, racism, sexuality, or school prayer. The critical issue today is dullness. We have lost our astonishment. The Good News is no longer good news, it is okay news. Christianity is no longer life changing, it is life enhancing. Jesus doesn’t change people into wild-eyed radicals anymore. He changes them into “nice people”.
          –Mike Yaconelli

Remember? John the Baptist said to the people, do you think because you are sons of Abraham that you will be spared? God can from these rocks raise sons of Abraham. Yes, looking around to the number of Christians in the world, apparently God did just that. What shall we say now? We have become sodomites: “This was the guilt of your sister Sodom: she and her daughters had pride, excess of food, and prosperous ease, but did not aid the poor and needy.” [Ezekiel 16:49 NRSV] “But Lord, when did we see you hungry, and did not feed you? When were you naked, and we did not clothe you?” “Even as you have done it to the least of these, you have done it unto me.” If you have it in your head that being a Christian gives you an excuse to do stupid or evil things, you have it in reverse. To be able to look down at people, to exclude them from the finer things: you have it backward, friend. That’s what the losers do.

There was a light, but it faded. It was not faith.

There were visions, but they twisted. They were not faith.

There was a feeling, but it was illusory. It was not faith.

Faith was to hold on, when all those things went wrong.

Because I saw that light, had those visions, felt what I felt.

The narrow way is a journey, and rest may only be momentary.

It is a life that leads to life.

I know something about love… God is love. (You don’t even need to believe in God to believe that God is love.) This is that transcendent love that is more than what is merely categorized as affection. So here is what it is, really, the actual Theory of Everything: love, try, learn. In everything any of us experience—there is love for every bit of it. Not a sparrow fall is missed, after all. I understand that that kind of answer was not what Al Einstein was looking for when he was looking for the Theory of Everything. Let there be a lesson in that. As E. E. Cummings put it, “thou answerest them only with spring”.

We have always already won, Philip K. tells us. This is what happens when you’re on the side of the Beginning and the End. Remember: light is not a dream, darkness does not exist, and the game of life can be won when we decide never to be defeated. All that we know about this world are imperfect ill-fitting sections, but that does not mean they are useless by being flawed.

Look: we had God with us, and we threw Him away, denied Him with prejudice. Phil said that God was to be found in the trash layer of the world (“God in the gutter” someone put it)—blessed be the Janitor of God. And I know something about love: there is a why that escapes your most subtle grasp: love costs. Try anyway. Learn what love is. Try to have something to lose, learn what makes something real. For this is the Accounting of reality, seen and unseen; and all the prophets; and all the law: love always returns. And wherever you go, beware the love that comes out of nowhere—because it is everywhere.

If you’re Jewish, Josh told me He looked around, and said the Jews have done a fine job being the Chosen People. Heh. Did you almost forget? I’m crazy. I have eaten the body and drunk of the blood of our Savior.

Joshua the Messiah.

Get used to it.

Theory of Everything (part 3)

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Albert Einstein said what he wanted to know, what he wanted to see was the mind of God. He tried for the last years of his life trying to find the theory of everything. But maybe you can’t make a theory of everything. That there will always be unknowns (and unknown unknowns?), and perhaps there might even be unknowables. God knows. Yes. The myth of the Jews, that their God is omniscient, knowing even the future, knowing every subtlety of the human soul… Indeed, we know a prophet is true is if he opens up that vista to the rest of us, at least a peek of that inexhaustible light.

I dream of a Heaven where Joan of Arc sings the blues. I’d be on keyboards, though I don’t know keyboards; maybe I should learn them before I die. Together, we would lead all the mortals entering Heaven in a one time rendition of the song “love, baby”, which we will make up on the spot. And the angels would be flying around making it happen. Orchestration, musical instruments, sound effects, to merge and split the rhythm, billions and then handfuls of threads of song happening in parallel, for one time to thank our Lord respectably. As our Lord for once just kicks back and lets us give back, proper.

How else shall I thank my Lord, do you think? I have been carried off by the strong winds of the weird, then dropped from the whirlwind scarce knowing how to live again. This time… this time I will not go back. When the fugue takes over, I am not the same person. What I have of value are not of the ordinary day; what is gold, compared to honor? And then I am left back onto the normal shores, to assimilate again into what was, before: “Sunrise, sunset. Sunrise, sunset.” [this from Fiddler on the roof really speaks to me] Unless… am I given now to bring that world, this outside comprehension into the humdrum, to find the saint’s path even in the hustle and bustle? to give myself completely to the faith I have been told about by the larger voices? To love, no matter what. To love beyond my means…

Now that everyone is a Jew [see parts previous], what does it mean that Joshua of Nazareth is the Messiah (same word as Christ, remember)? I’ve read some Jewish (traditional Judaism) reasoning about why they don’t believe that Josh is, or was, that messiah they’d all been waiting for. Even back then it had been a long wait for one. The biggest one seems to be that they expect a man, just a man, not some demigod, that would show up given certain conditions in the world. And next would be that he would lead that world from the vantage point of Israel (which then now be the tippy top of all the nations). And to this I might remark, yes, because God always does exactly what we expect Him to do, all the time, right? Yes, sarcasm. But there is one thing about the Jews: this world is not fundamentally based on a Christian paradigm of how things are: it is indeed in its marrow a specifically Jewish one. As in, the tradition that has been carried lo these centuries by those who identified themselves as “the Chosen”. Jesus is a Jew. That’s one reason he prefers “Josh Messiah” over “Jesus Christ”.

Why is it Josh which is the Messiah? Because it turns out that running the entire world (not to mention the totality of the universe, seen and unseen)—it takes a little more from that leader than someone who is just a man, if a very capable man. And the name might be a dead giveaway: not Josh, but Immanuel, meaning, “God with us”. At least, if the Christians are right about that interpretation of the book of Isaiah. You do not get what this means: put upon His shoulder the weight of the world, and He offers up His other shoulder. He’s not human. At the lowest point in His life, just as He were to die, “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”—that’s scripture He’s quoting, Psalm 22:1. Even then. Not to mention that He asked the Father to forgive the people who were killing Him, for they knew not what they did. “The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness did not overcome it.” [John 1:5 NRSV]

I was awakened one morning with a vision. The night before had been rather epic, angels fighting angels and such juicy bits, but what came upon me that morning… it was like a movie, playing just for me, my mind’s eye and imagination and hallucination and God-given scenery of the weirdest degree, and it was verily a singular vision. There was a voiceover that told me that what I was seeing was about to happen on the earth: a city will come out from the ground where the centers of the old city (New York) had been occupying. And the voice told me it would become clear, these visions I was hopping from, one place to another, who is on who’s side, and the people—it was so strange. It was like everyone were dressed in the full body armor from the video game Halo, but some also dressed in a suit to top that off. I imagined that that was how normal person would look to me when I could “see” more accurately, a gift that was going to be given me. To see who was a good guy vs. a bad guy. And the voice describing what I was seeing, scenes from an unknown city, watching all those people in the Halo armor. And I was told what it meant for me in the real world: I was going to have to run from New York to Pittsburgh, while naked, and no one was supposed to see me along the way.

The reasons were complicated, why. I had gone to Carnegie Mellon, and I lived in New York. But something about finding something where I had last lived in Pittsburgh and related the thing I had with Joan of Arc (madly in love with), this was fate coming in upon me. So I take off my clothes, right? Yeah. I live underground, split level apartment, so I climb the spiral stair to the 1st floor. My roommate appears to be sleeping. I open the apartment door out and it is morning outside, I look to my right. Hm. I can’t be seen. Then a rustle from my left: neighbor making awake noises. There is a guide with me, above me in my mind, she tells me to go back down, so I do. So far so good.

OK, so I can try again, up the spiral stair, roommate still seems asleep. Out the apartment door, look left and no stirring anymore. But when I look right, it’s day, people moving about, some with purpose. My guide says if it looks like people will see you, make another attempt when it is night. So I go downstairs, and then this weird setup in my mind’s eye becomes more like normal (which is not like what you in general would think is normal). I am told that the immediate consequence of my performance is that we got an extra day before this apocalypse would come. My guide is a she, that’s all I know, and apparently she made one, slight, forgivable misstep. Really, minor. But compared to perfect it just glares, unfortunately. That was what they said about what I’d just done. Perfect.

Turns out there was a reason everybody looked the way they did. Josh once told me that we’d have 30-50 thousand years from now to the Apocalypse, proper. Those armored beings were now what the human populace looked like, 40,000 years in the future. Fascinating. I have quite the shakiest of grasps upon that situation. But if my perception is true, then the stream is from A.D. 40,000, and men still wear suits! I did too see it. I’ve seen stuff that would turn you white. And they say that God talked to Moses like talking to a confidant, while other prophets He gave note in the form of riddles. Suffice it to say, He talks to me in riddles. [emoticon here] So in other words, I have some idea of some things which may or may not flow into and out of meaning. And a few things I know that are surer than time passing.

But what is meant to be? Not in first, the normal way (how significant something is), but what every fool knows: the feeling of how you thought it worked this way and it didn’t, and why don’t things work the way I want them to when I need them too? Not meant to be, no? In this world, this footstool of a realm (YHVH has said it is), it is ours to toil over. In our years, what we have made: we have made machines to effect brute transfers in the realm of the solidities. Even the will of our Adonai (LORD) is not done on earth, else why would we pray “on earth as it is in heaven” in the Our Father?

You might imagine Heaven to be a realm full of transcendent images, sounds sweeter than any note ever took on earth. Indeed, as Bob Marley said, “Most people think, / Great God will come from the skies, / Take away everything / And make everybody feel high. / But if you know what life is worth, / You will look for yours on earth / And now you see the light, / You stand up for your rights. Jah!” Instead of a fluffy, ethereal place, instead I beheld a Heaven that was the height of practicality. Imagine Central Park where everything goes right. Like no one ever misthrew a frisbee. It’s that things there are like the things here, but everything turns out good up there. Thanks to the actions of Josh on earth, when He was here, now it all does turn out good, for all of us, anywhere—at the end. There is a Judgement. It is a good thing.

(to be cont’d…)

Theory of Everything (part 2)

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Justice. When Josh of Nazareth says that the first of two commandments is to love God, it means first to love the good, to love justice and charity, to stand up for the right when there is wrong. You must first know of how you must love to follow in the second of His two commandments, to love your neighbor as yourself. That is to be a Godly love, as we imagine how it would be a God who is Himself love would have of us do. Compromise elsewhere.

Against the Devil, Satan, Lucifer: in the service of Kyrios, I fought in the War in Heaven. In fact, I saw the War in Heaven end, and some of the party they were having then in New Jerusalem. Time is strange. Spirit is stranger. The defining moment of the War, at least for me, was the actual Fall of Satan from the heights, down into the earth—but I saw this happen several times, from different angles, different time frames, with my participation and without. This, for a one-time occurrence of epic proportions; Biblical, I suppose, might be a better descriptor. They don’t all align, they don’t all match up against each other precisely. A dream I had, for example, for some reason I let loose a swarm of evil, descending, then I heard Michael the Archangel tell me he’d take care of them, and I saw him go down after. Later it was revealed that Satan had made me think I had done something wrong, that those were the evil angels being cast from Heaven, and Michael following after was him casting Satan from the upper realm. I had nothing to do with it, just an observer. A witness.

I had another, closer experience, where Satan was a black mass in a hold by St. Michael. I had a job to do then, mentally to cut the last tether Satan had to Heaven. I didn’t see the other angels with that view, but it was the second most intense vision I had ever beheld. I heard Satan howl, “Nooooooooo!” as he went down. Then there was another view where Michael and his angels all had seized Satan and his angels, and I was given a piece of psychic ammunition by something like the spirit of nature (no, we’re not Wiccan, she was Christian, in fact, and in Revelation), and when I tried to sort out just what that was, Michael shouted, “Do it! Do it now!”, and I shoved it through my mind to shoot it at them. When I did, immediately, Michael and Satan plus the central group around them just dropped through the floor. And they were gone in a rush.

Apparently, the Accounting had a singular value in the debit pile. But as you cannot step into the same river twice (the second time it is not the same river, and it is not the same you), this Accounting showed itself as per how I were ready to see it, as circumstances dictated. Which one was real? You ask the wrong question. The spirit of the Fall is real. Like the spirit of an argument can be seen by many viewpoints.

This is coherence: I was born to have the Accounting be accounted for. That there is logic to the unseen world: I have seen, my Lord, the riddles unfold and become plain in their wisdom. Thanks be to God. This is the Theory of Everything: work is magic. For we fail to comprehend what is not of reality. The rules, in our dreaming, in our imagining, the rules may shift and what is impossible in the solidities we can picture in our minds, but at any time, there are rules. No one questions why cause has effect, when one gear turns another, but if we had not any thing to call reality, starting from void, would it be the deepest form of wizardry. To what extent something’s logic affects the world is what makes it real.

Souls can die. I remember in further aid of the casting out of Satan from Heaven, when Satan landed in the underworld, two views of the Devil being blasted into place. Once I was aside from the source of the blast, just saw Lucifer being hit from a beam that was sent by Philip K. Dick (I knew somehow). Then later I was involved in that part. Since I knew it had been Philip K. that had done it, I basically set up a tripod and then called to him to do the deed. When he was about finished, I was about to go myself and give my energy to it, whereupon they said I was not to do such a thing, for Satan would surely have died if I had put my brunt into another blast.

Other than that, I have thought I had killed one or two souls. Permanently. The story at first was that I was rescuing Satan’s daughter from unimaginable pain, so I mentally shot her—before she was born. And I did it twice, for what was to come, and the path not taken. She was then what was foretold, an entity who was dead and giving birth to monsters. She still existed, by what mechanism I am unsure (yet still she moved), but she didn’t have inside her a monad, or what I call “a looking out”, or a zephon (from an angel name that meant the same thing).

The other story, or stories, are even stranger. They had to do with alternate realities that never were, except that two individuals died in trying to save us all. In one scenario, it was Adam and Eve, in another scenario, it was Philip K. Dick and me, and in a third, it was me, twice (this current one would be the third, where I succeeded). The two that died were called the “bleeds”, for how they died in their realities. And this is mystery: Kyrios still has the memories of these which now never happened at all.

Can we believe that all that happens is meant to be? It really seems like it, when I look back in my life and see how it seems to have been so carefully choreographed. Like once when I left my apartment to wander the streets on the exact day when my roommate (I later found out) came back from his trip abroad. There is a line from a pop song by Patty Smyth, The big J said that it was the sum total of all theology, simply, “There are no mistakes in love.” (Which makes that song the greatest pop recording of all time, if this can be believed.) Verily, the hairs on your head are numbered, n’est-ce pas? Everyone is accounted for. There are no cracks to slip through, no soul so lost that Kyrios cannot search them out, and deliver them from their straying.

If in the end all people are saved, what is the point in being Christian? You forget YHVH’s telling Moses on the mountaintop: I am a jealous God. And this is the God of our Savior. Josh the Messiah came to reconcile all people to the LORD (Adonai), so indeed he has collected all the souls that ever have been as to be Jews. Yes, all the Muslims are Jews. Yup, even the neo-Nazis (even the non-neo, as a matter of fact)—they are all Jews. Heh. We are all Chosen, even if it was retroactive (and then having been so from all our beginnings). I saw him do it, like casting a spell, speaking as one expects the Logos to decree: He said it was in his power to have been with everyone, everywhere, for all time (from the Alpha to the Omega). And time is a funny thing.

The Jews, when they were taken captive by Babylon, their God did not die. It was normally thought that when a people were defeated, it meant that their god had been defeated by the victorious people’s god. Not with Judaism. It was, in fact, the last of the worship of idols: the advent of true monotheism for the Jews. In scripture, it is said that God acted through the Babylonians to bring about their fates. (Not that that excused their captors, though.) And as our Savior was said to have told us, “Before Abraham was, I am.” Thus that He was not bound by time. John the Baptist said that from the very stones God could make children of Abraham—and apparently, He did. When our Savior died, the Cause did not end, do you not see? This is, indeed, the way that God works.

And time? Not really my field of expertise, for sure. I have at times seen the future. I think I have, at any rate. I really do have a skeptic’s brain: when stuff like that happens, I wonder if my account of the situation is correct, if it could have been anything else. Is my history revisionist? Did I really see what I thought I saw, before seeing it again in reality? That’s really a side issue, though. I have seen things that happen later in time before the things that happened earlier in time. Pretzel logic. Angels, etc. have dropped in on me well woven through my own singular timeline, in their own order through their own personal timelines. And too, seeing New Jerusalem is to see the end of time.

In the face of the many competing faiths, from all our beginnings and across all lands, we make no compromise. Our God told us his name is “I AM”. In other words, that He exists, and that no other exists besides Him. The unbeliever will say that so many different scenarios exist, they must all be wrong. But that is not the only logical consequence: one could be right and contain all the others in it. That is what this document hopes to do. The Theory of Everything. And I have already written this other version of it: everybody is a Jew. Crazy, right? And yet, that is the expectation of the Messiah, that when he comes, everyone will then be a Jew. As it happened, there had needed no fanfare: Joshua of Nazareth said it, and it was done. I am witness.

(part 3)

Theory of Everything (part 1)

I’m crazy. I have a whole history that says so, a bunch of official documentation that collects in some inconspicuous file. And I know there has been some curiosity in the past about my experiences, as when I wrote that by looking at me you’d never guess that I routinely talk with angels. I do not fit one’s normal expectation of a sweaty-toothed wild man, who with a violent spark in his eyes proclaims the Apocalypse is nigh. I have definitely… seen things, though. Fantastic things. Silly things. Funny things. Terrifying things. Mundane things. Dreamy things. Sober things. Angry things. Joyful things. Dark things. Shining things. Simple things. Indecipherable things. Sad things. Things I won’t talk about. And I understand when people try and tell me that what I saw was not real, at least, not for the most part. But as for madness compared to madness, is someone who declares himself the President of Antarctica on the same playing field as someone who wears holes in the knees of his jeans from all his prayer? Yes, I’ve done that. The second thing.

I will tell you what I have seen. At the grand opening of New Jerusalem, quiet though it may have been, I overheard this great thing. I believe it was one of the victims of the Holocaust, sounded like a middle aged woman, talking to someone she knew, and she really seemed to have a handle on the situation. She said, “Hitler’s here. This must be good.” Which, I might point out, would be the best test of whether it is actually true that absolutely everyone is saved. And what she said struck me as so… other. Like something that wouldn’t cross my mind in a million years. A billion. A googolplex number of years. The universe would end waiting for me to come up with that. And it didn’t resemble any kind of hazy dream. It was a sober, straightforward assessment—the real deal.

Note number 1: It is so Jewish it’s called “New Jerusalem.” This is Heaven we’re talking about, from the end of the Book of Revelation. Ruled by the Son of God, Joshua of Nazareth, the Messiah. (Yes, he prefers “Josh” to “Jesus”.)

Note number 2: Who’s there, again? You know it, if that guy is there, that must mean everyone is there. Everyone is saved at the end, but there is the painful bit about the Lake of Fire 1/5 of the people and 1/3 of the angels experience. Just that in this scenario, after they’ve paid their dues, why not let them live, too? Sounds like the “Christian” thing to do.

Note number 3: What I actually saw was a fenced off portion of the “silver city” with a barrier between me and that speaker; I never saw her face, and I wonder if she would sound the same if I were to encounter her again?

You may ask if I am for real. What is reality? Beloved sci-fi writer and brother from another mother Philip K. Dick defined reality as that which, when you stop believing in it, it doesn’t go away. I also have something vague that answers the question. What is reality? What works. Reality is somewhere between magic and the void, the technology of it is. The question is, was what I saw real or not? or a little from column A, a little from column B? (FYI, Philip K. had his own experience with a divine invasion. And I’m actually Thomas, if you know what that means.)

According to St. Paul, the world that is seen is only temporary, and it is the unseen world that is eternal. The latter would be what intersects with the dreaming, that has intruded into the mind’s eye of a prophet in question. It is not merely imagination, so to say. Myself, I am familiar with my own incontrovertible evidence that it is not just imagination. Hallucinations are one thing, but what happened to me: having had severe nearsightedness for the majority of my life, the “entities” in was in contact with in the spirit world (as if by pulling a lever somewhere) healed my sight. As in, 20/20 vision. And you can’t explain that away as any kind of psychosis. Try.

I don’t think anyone I tell that story to actually believes me. Thank you if you gave it your best shot. Things like that don’t happen, not to a rational human being, after all—a logical explanation would be more incredible than the phenomenon itself. People just shrug and put it in a pile of halfway considered questions, never to be visited again… I know of what I speak, having in the past been a devout atheist (and materialist), no room in the brain at all for any god or government to rent out. I had to hit rock bottom, or thereabouts, my soul battered enough that the cracks could let in light.

To contradict all the Christians who think they are the last generation (before the Apocalypse), I tell you instead that the beginning is here. What’s happening right now was prophesied in Isaiah, notably in 65:21-22: “They shall build houses and inhabit them; they shall plant vineyards and eat their fruit. They shall not build and another inhabit; they shall not plant and another eat; for like the days of a tree shall the days of my people be, and my chosen shall long enjoy the work of their hands.” [NRSV] It is a new realm we see that has at least a foothold on this good green earth, so very easily taken for granted. The manifestation of justice throughout the story of us: that all of us are subject to the same set of rules. We can and must be dedicated to this proposition, that all of us are created equal. True civilization is in our grasp, and hard-fought it was, verily.

Well yes, I am a prophet, and I like to say that I’m a prophet in the line of Philip K. Dick. Him again. My best friend in the Halospace I am privy to. At times, though, Jeremiah is comfort to me: “My heart is crushed within me, all my bones shake; I have become like a drunkard, like one overcome by wine, because of the Lord and because of his holy words.” [Jeremiah 23:9 NRSV] And these days, being like a drunkard in that wise gets you put away. True story—first hand experiences to such an outcome. I’ve definitely been written up in that official, sober documentation. No place for a prophet these days, not a real one. Though I must admit I am no hardline fire from the sky variety.

A lot of what I want to tell you you’ve heard before. Like “love your neighbor as yourself” was around for quite a while before Josh Messiah said it. “And now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love,” St. Paul writes. [1 Corinthians 13:13 NRSV] Further, what did Our Lord say about how we would know His followers? By their righteousness? (No.) By their purity? (No.) By their power? (No.) None of the above: you will know them by their love. You will know us by our love—and if we are not, do not love, we are surely not sent by Him. And one enlightenment (of many, one imagines), I call the Apostle’s Enlightenment: be not but love, do not but love. Which amounts to doing everything in your whole life out of love. Why not? Why on earth would you not do this, once you’ve found it out as an option? You know how the Beatles song goes, “There’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you meant to be. It’s easy. All you need is love.”

And then, there’s something I spotted in the Halospace:

“The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends towards justice.”
            –Martin Luther King Jr.

There’s also another quote I like, “My boss is a Jewish carpenter.” But the scholarship actually says that He was a tekton, being better translated as “day laborer”. I had an extended period of time where I was directly reporting to Josh of Nazareth, and I got this… feeling about life, the universe, and everything. [Thank you Douglas Adams, wherever you are.] If this is the Son of God, it’s done. We’re saved, all of us. He’s got this. He is the Alpha and the Omega, the beginning and the end—and if you think it seems improper to assign the properties of God to a man, you know why St. Paul, when he was Saul, persecuted the early Christians. Before he saw the Light.

You must know that there is nothing that “just happens”; it’s all planned out, it’s all foreseen, and there is work aplenty for all of us in this world and the next. If the other world, the spirit world is real, then there must be some common ops at work holding for all the visions that have ever been seen: they must all subscribe to a logos (a logic and ground). I call it the Accounting. But this Accounting is just half the picture: the seer brings from his own life and experiences the forms that the Accounting can take, in the form of visions. If they are not in touch with the Accounting, these are just hallucinations that they see, or if their touchpoint is not viable. You cannot actually say that everyone’s visions are not real, if any of the stories can be believed. For example, the Bible mentions when St. Paul had been blinded by the Light that one Ananias had a dream that told him to find the newly converted apostle.

Generally, people have visions when they are ready for them. There is a popular saying that God does not call the qualified, He qualifies the called. Yes, I can see what they’re saying there, but one imagines that when they are called, they have something in them to work with. It has always been so that the picture of the divine is dependent on the context in which it has been seen. And the Accounting: evidence for it lies in one common rule that all major religions have, as expressed in the Golden Rule: do unto others as you would have done to you. This would be that arc of justice MLK was talking about.

Then there were dreams. Once I was in a mansion or inn, and I was trying to get something done there, like I were a hired electrician or something. I went from room to room, and each time I thought I knew what had to be done in that room, but I was missing any kind of equipment that I needed to complete my task. I remember that it was dim, and then I think there was the feeling that it was damp, like a rainstorm had just passed outside, and the air was still permeated with water. I remember that main thing I felt: I just couldn’t get anything done.

I was told later that I had been in Hell.

Kyrios (Greek for Lord, referring to Josh Messiah) once showed me something like a short slideshow of very strange visions. Think of a deadmau5 mask protruding in from a fourth spacial dimension. Very, very weird, stabbing you with cold emotive projection. He told me that that was Hell. Quite different from Dante’s Inferno. I didn’t understand it at first, but I was told, you didn’t see it while in pain. This was the Hell that the “bad guys” would be subject to while they were in the Lake of Fire. There is purpose to His punishment. The weirder things are actually therapeutic: they effect in the hellion the psychology they need to live peacefully in New Jerusalem. It’s literally burned into them. The Devil gets the worst of that treatment, consisting of some of the most of basic repairs to their psyches. Justice is done. Mercifully.

(part 2)