I called myself this. Later it was used against me. Amazing how everything that makes sense to me, and others, is the most vilified. I believe I have reincarnated over and over, and have been the inspiration for various religions, which were once the history, science, and... everything else rolled together; a Holy Man was was expected to know medical matters during most of the life of humans. I have memories of this life and they are tied back to memories of the many ways we practiced in the past. See from my perspective bits of the lives I led, just whatever helpst me to understand something, or a primitive manner we did things, which I hoped to be used metaphorically, as inspiration.
I wrote from the context of a mind that had no clear sense of how I was effecting the world, or how intensely I was being watched. I thought my name was unknown except to the folks in the media, and spies and governments, but that I was a caste away at that point, and I was fighting to be heard when I felt silenced; fighting to be seen when I seemed invisible; a plan to keep me ignorant because I would not go along with crime, ended with me thinking I was alone and surrounded by hostile armies. No matter how nice some people were to me, Steven Colbert especially. I had no idea at the time that represented two groups, though he obviously held the same reverence I have for the farm workers, and others who have had to fight hard for the basic necessities in capitalism, and still were getting sprayed with Chemicals last I heard.
From the start, Colbert and Stewart were huge parts of my communicating with the masses. I would have listened to both of you more if I knew what was going on. How you went on with this sickening mess surrounding you, deserves medals and honors and history books. I know you both worked for some people who were not what they seemed, or you agreed to go along with... though you expected me to choose between the various people of the earth. In some race. In the end it was called a race, and cars are still used in the means they communicate whom my allies are.
Any metaphor, any description, cannot bring on the pain unless you were there. I was told. That was horrible enough. Those of you who followed what you were told was me, were caught in a cult that I did not know about, though I joked about such a thing... thirty years ago I wrote a long, joking letter about having a cult. After studying them a bit. No expert. I had read about them and never understood the certainty it would take to turn myself fully over to a religion. All of them applied contextually alone....
Religion is a tool. A hammer. It can be used to build houses for the people -- notice I do not say Church -- or it can be used to kill. When attacked physically, fine. When killing for doctrine, never.
I see the bible, perhaps, was the inspiration for some of the confusion people had with me. I am not the guy in the bible, though I show a lot of his traits, most of what is in there never happened. I find a few clues left through all the holy books, like the golden rule, which all the major ones have passages about, because this is the first rule of humanity, and can be spoken without words by strangers.
Tribes tried to live by this. They got along when they did. Sometimes, those who would not follow the laws prospered. Sometimes they became kings, for awhile. At first the people would rise up from all around the law breaker, and destroy them. Then they got too powerful, I suppose, in the end, now that crime is hidden from the eyes of the people. Now they can do nothing about their corrupt systems, for the most part. though in some parts of the world, that think of citizens over corporations, at heart.... there could be a solution. In the underground, which I barely understand, know only they tried to use me in operation bluebeam, brainwashed me into thinking I am Jesus... or they awakened Jesus, as I have written, by an Ironic God who chose to send the one creature who would not accept their bribes, could not be corrupted in the end.
From another perspective, I am a person who was involved in a revolution, or which the party that first started it, was stopped by me, and I then gained unheard powers in a life and death situation, where people were killing for God. Lowering the population by murder and suicide. I made jokes when I wrote comedy in a character about this, though in fact I would never have thought anyone was contemplating a genocide.. I had no great knowledge of the intelligence agencies, read enough to know they were evil, pretty much, causing wars all over the earth to fight the philosophy they would never allow a chance, Socialism. James Agee, read him in high school, one of the first to really expose the CIA,, had to live in Cuba to be safe. Long ago now since anyone like him has come along, and they would never allow his book to make the best sellers list that is for sure.
The peoples movements were attacked, as now the one percent is attacking the ninety nine percent... a class war that the wounded and dying do not even realize they are on a battlefield.
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