The Arrival

I suppose I could tell you about the progression of events so far in this isolated hamlet, but when you reach the end of the gambit, it no longer holds any thrall. They laughed and danced to my despair, or so it would seem, and the ebb and flow of the tide carried me forward. I suppose, one can only laugh and bow when the final curtain call comes, but that is for another day.

Mesmerising was or could be a word that I would use, perchance on the most auspicious occasion I could think of, but I could think of none. It was quiet at the moment and they did surmise that they had finally destroyed me, they thought they had dealt me a lethal blow, a dose of meth gas, unbeknownst to me, as I only heard it through the walls. “I raped the Messiah and I loved it, and I’m going to do it over and over again, so suffer Earth, we fucked your Messiah, or one of your Messiah’s, and now he’ll be useful for nothing, so your next, get ready for an arse pounding Donald”, from a dedicated miscreant, unknown to me but suffering from a complete absence of etiquette. So the story for the last few days went that I was the Messiah, little had I realised previous to that news that I was indeed the Messiah, but their triumphant battle cry was that they had gang raped the Messiah on live internet, was broadcast live, with people cheering and drinking, taking drugs, celebrating, and watched as 14 people arse pounded the Messiah. Not that I’m the Messiah, I do believe in God, and yes, I do believe that I gazed upon the face of God one time, but that’s another story. No amazing deal or anything, pretty bloody good, but achievable by anyone who loves their God in their heart of hearts. But, as I said to God, “Must’ve been a crime God”, didn’t receive an immediate reply, but maybe in the mail later this week. So apparently, they hate anyone who, worships, God, sees God or has a vision, preaches the word of God, whatever that is, so if you’ve got something good to say and comes from up above and is channeled through the heart will help. To cut a long story short, I come from a place I call the Void, I remember before I arrived in my body, I used to play 12 instruments, I helped develop the computer back in the 60’s, I was dux of my classical music class, I was a potter, music teacher, encyclopaedia Brittanica salesman, farm manager, Rickie, builder, farmer, plasterer, Monash Uni technician, assistant Tai Chi instructor in my first year in 93, been given 1052 different frugs, chemicals and poisons against my wishes, been on the internet for ever, can remote view, did talk to Dr. Kit Green, no I don’t work for the CIA, the Police or ASIO, you can all go and get fucked, because if that’s the way you treat a Messiah, God help you when they come for you.