(From the start of a previous version of the text, which I called the Gospel of Oblivion.)

What if that is His whole plan after all, to make all the saints, God? This seems unlikely, as I thought I was somehow the greatest human being after Jesus Christ, and I am not. In this plan, I was to be the first one to be God. This plan seems to fall apart, as I don’t seem to be some great wizard, but only helped to seem one to get some work done.

It seemed to be that I only accepted Christ when I saw the version of the HEAVEN that I wanted to go to. Perhaps it was a deception of the Devil, and Heaven is incomprehensible to one who has never been there. This seems likely.

All You Need Is Love

(Something I wrote up but ended up not using in the book.)

I have always thought that the Beatles’ “All You Need Is Love” is the greatest pop song ever to have been written. The line that made me realize it: “nowhere you can be that isn’t where you meant to be” and of course the line that follows: “all you need is love.” I then looked at all the places where I had been in my life and found that this is entirely true. In fact, all the other declarations are all also true. But the “nowhere” line really hit it home: it is to decide to do the best with what we have, and to do so is love: wherever you are, you can make of it the place you are meant to be. It is not the reverse, where you are a helpless puppet of fate. I think God made not the world that way. It is one where we are freely given the gifts we are meant to use, for the good of all we can reach. All you need is love.


(Also something I ended up not using, not written by me.)

There is an old Hassidic tale in which a rabbi asks his pupils how they could tell when the night ends and day begins.

“Could it be,” one of his students asked, “when you see an animal in the distance and can tell whether it is a sheep or a dog?” “No,” answered the rabbi.

Another student asked, “Is it when you look at a tree in the distance and can tell whether it is a fig tree or a peach tree?” “No,” the rabbi patiently replied.

“Tell us then,” the students asked, “when does night end and day begin?”

The rabbi replied, “It is when you can look on the face of any man or woman and see that it is the face of your sister or your brother. If you cannot see this, it is still night.”

More Notes

(As you can see by the timestamps, these are recent. Don’t know when it will be over over.)

the death of our Lord, Jesus Christ, the Lamb slain at the foundation of the world, was the end of the Age of Iron, and would bring about the Age of Gold. like the Lord was two days in the earth, two thousand years have passed from His death and resurrection to the beginning of this new age. which is to last, itself, somewhere between 30 and 50 thousand years. whereupon things will degenerate quickly to the End of Days. [2013-05-23 21.10]

What if the new heaven and the new earth were being carried in that vial that Judas is in? Could you set your mind aright enough to want to be a part of that? [2013-05-26 23.16]

Double Time

In my notes, which I took while the War in Heaven was going on, I have two sets of entries for the same time period on January 7. I thought maybe one was earlier, or the other was later, but I also have notes from January 6 and January 8. WTH? Was I in some sort of time warp or a passenger on an astral plane shift? This is like the Ghostbusters are telling me, “You have been a participant in the biggest interdimensional cross rip since the Tunguska blast of 1909!” Do I actually have a record of some sort of interplanar journey? I know that back when I was doing acid regularly, I had instances that are not easily explained — unless I were not actually in the earthly airs during such times. Occam’s Razor states that the simplest explanation is probably correct: I probably had the wrong date for one or the other. It’s so weird, though, I could have sworn that I had read the date from the iPad at all times. I don’t think I was guessing in either set of cases… I dunno. It’s just weird.


The book is now in the hands of a friend of mine, who’s going to edit it. He’s had a few books published himself, but I wonder if he knows what to do with it? I’m sure it’s unlike anything he’s ever handled before, or maybe even read before. I went through it myself when I had a couple test prints done of it from Lulu.com. Basically my own editing, maybe I’ll go through it another pass. See if I like the order of things as it stands.

Anyway, there is one unsolved mystery in the whole adventure. For even when I think on strange things, they resolve to something real. But when I got to the mental hospital, that first day, they handed me two slips of paper and they told me they were my parents’ numbers. But the numbers I did not recognize at all, not to mention why they had two numbers when my parents lived together. I threw those numbers away, the angels told me to. Strangeness, no?

The Beginning Is Near


The Great Blasphemy