Brainwashed Ten Years Ago Into Being Religious/ if not Christ.

I have barely written in here.  This is my journal, I guess.  The personal writing  I have no place for now that I have used facebook long enough, and need to get back to blogs, where I am free to express myself in my own environment.  Without having to think of an audience at all, though I know, being who I am, that my audience will be world wide, though selective;   I have worked with enough powerful people and know secrets about powerful people they do not want revealed, let alone their whole secret network of ruling, which they showed me, when I thought I would be the chaplain to their army as they took over the world. 

They say, my CIA files, that I was being brainwashed to be made more moral for a radio and movie contract, and the Christ arriving was an unexpected result of this activity.   I was taken seriously...  too seriously at times, not serious enough at others.  Oh, well.

This journal is not about repeating a story I have told, but in the everyday life I am living now, between conflicts that I am involved in, rather waiting for the next battle in a war without end, where certain sides are irreconcilable, especially after the recent blood baths in the states.

I get mad enough to want to kill someone when I AM FALSLY accused.  My moral indignity turns my flesh red and the horrible anger of knowing you are right and will win, no matter how many minds have already been infected with the poison of the mind.    I got that way over stupid shit on tv about me...  to have witnessed the fighting, especially that which looked like genocide, I cannot imagine the hatred for me that must have been cooked up.  So much the cia suggested I kill myself a few times...

Which is interesting.... they do not understand that I may risk my life for my cause, I have God on my side and my death is not going to be a good thing for humanity this time around, and I sure as hell am not going to commit suicide for your little interests.  God keeps me alive and only God decides when I die, as many lost their lives learning.  

I made my life valuable to sceptics, because believers would know why I am here, and what in the end I will do... and they are being given the sermons meant to quell their fears over the death of the planet, to ease them into the idea as much as possible, and stop them from being foolish when offered the opportunity, like murdering most of the planet to save it... ruining the lives of seven billion humans is not saving the planet, it is murdering a large portions of it, just as precious as the forests that sustain oxygen on the planet.



  You would miss me terribly, I assure you, when the time comes.