10/26-2014
To mom
and dad: please don’t say that you don’t read a lot, when mom reads her books
and Dad reads his there newspaper, everyday- which is more than what I have
written here. No more excuses, and let’s pretend that I do not have to take out
my brain to believe anyone’s excuse for not reading and believing in me as a
writer: as much as you believe in Danielle Steele or John Grisham or anyone in
the newspaper who talks for Obama or Bush or is for the love of romances or
mystery or whatever fever. I am as much of a writer and as good as or better at
writing than any of –them. I used to not have a mind, I was like in a
mental, emotional, spiritual wheel chair figuratively my whole life up until
about 2 months ago. My time was never much
spent practicing writing or reading or what, no my practice was to keep voices
out of my head and keep myself from killing myself my whole life, that was my
whole life till now. The good Lord freed my mind finally and now the real Mike
is coming out, here is his ability.
The USA
has not seen a best-selling author like myself in 50 years or more. The real
deal is coming to the world. This book
that I have written below is only about 5 pages long, right now. This is how I write, this is my true one only
profession. People believing that they
have all the love that they could possibly have wanted in amongst the
hate. Book pieces like this one inside
are written in my own style of pretext, I do it all my way, whether 5 pages or
100 or what. I take the bare necessity and the most needed sentiment and put it
together as quickly as possible to relay a message across. I call it Slipshod writing, I do it with
myself -- exposed and my shoe laces untied, nose running.
Title of Book is
~God is dead~
‘Jesus
hates (you) and so do I’
Chapter 1
~At
the colonnade by the Asylum of Jericho Bridge~
Which really as far as unholy of unholy things happen about;
this was one of the greatest moves for Civil Rights action. As members for
themselves were never too angry about anything, as God to them was really only
about mercy. God without wrath, without
judgment, without his great reasoning, without his anger, without his hate
also, without his jealousy, without his justice, without his truth, just
without. But their anger was for their
own choice of right or wrong. God was
emptied of all of his power from what he did upon what a holy his holy life on
earth….
(Holy is holy, if you believe in God and believe in such
things. Holy could holy hell, if you don’t know what actual holy is.)
A pleasing to their aroma scented in advices that strewn from
their God’s pleasing scent; it is what goes to their mankind, a sense--smell,
feel in sense of him- of his fullness, it is a force of nature. What—is an
attending that goes- it goes like angels washing each other’s wing, attending
to one another’s happiness it is to be there then the greatest prosperity to
attain from… Exact belief of what emotion can give to anyone; it living for oh
what a hell of feeling.
But things started to really change once in when fascination
in its outstretch, it held those into some horrible type of fixations,
attributes given to the believing who didn’t believe that their force of nature
attributed to anyone’s evil.
As the dark clouded envisioned ones, looked on- as the dark
shadows were felt in their presence not so much as seen…. A set in row of in
visionaries were all standing in a line of 6, and then behind them was another
line of 6, and another line of 6. And
when they left their watching over of these church services of Westgate, and
also Mukilteo Presbyterian, and Jericho Bridge and Restoration and like Grace
Community Chapel- like most of the churches around the USA, their presence
would evaporate into wind, fire and air.
Sally Sweetie and Donny Don and Jacky Jack and Timmy Tom would
sing their kumbaya, inside their church.
Later-
Some guy thought him marrying himself to his cats would be a
great idea in the age of man marrying man and woman marrying woman, it would be
novel artistic way to love on God more- it would be to have a legal union with
the animal kingdom. As he wanted in no place to believe in the Bible or there
that it said anything against his love…
And too many were in agreeing nature to that- because no one
thought of anything as so worthy to get angry over about.
Any surrounding clique in venue of it all, would be in shame
for ever trying to compare their congregation to this.
No church could be so great in their mind.
As the people sit about amongst it, for their love of war as
their peace, depth defying wickedness their sound off. Their members kill
without cause and attend their lives this way and work their religion in among
it, amongst its peace…. For whatever attending verse that they wanted to nurse
their ears by with their stiff necked obligation to it.
Them taking part by only letting others feel their presence
among it; but a small sum of people knew that they were- in for a bend in
acrimony. As it was all of their dark time in looming, steady for letting man’s
deeds come to full circle….
Acrimony was a given in a situation holding God as so much in
contempt.
As while church service went on-
As garbage cans would swirl in circles; endless ravaging barks
of what seemed to be dogs coming from nowhere would sound. Horrible scratching
happening on trees that could not be easily talked down. As the wind there and
odd faces appearing around corners of people’s houses; then that would dissipate
as quickly as they would appear. Wind garbling up the leaves with orbs bouncing
off of wet leaves imbibed from maple trees, and mysterious orbs appearing out
of nowhere putting a colder chill in the air. Making the hair on one’s arms
attest to shadows also. In a short
period of silence the anguished type dark figures left then in a great noise
seeming from afar; the noise would rise.
The throng inside the church would hum steadily and neither gravely, but
sinisterly in a loving kind way. People
not knowing what to do- other than what they would always do before; to ignore
what they knew true….
In particularly on happy arrivals, when come as something as welcomed,
as they were felt to be looming outside this worship of these days…People
living outside the lives that they were living, without them knowing what they
live….
The invariable downfall of any church is when the affected
portion of this-- church- it feels superior in actions to others who purport to
have the same God. Precarious situations
becomes status quo, for those who work among such….
The church people would dance like everything was as usual
they avoided personal knowledge of what worried other members. As a great sum would
always dash outside to catch a glimpse to see where the dark bodies emanate
from: they would shake off their disgust with a praise to Jesus from theirs in
mankind’s failure in effort to catch a long glimpse, of what they felt as God
outside their church and inside it at the same time.
A Sunday is but like this; like it is a Wednesday, like a
crowd, it would shuttle through the church that held itself in captivation
among a community center; to holding a church group. Wednesday holds up group
meetings from people’s houses, it would happen, Bible studies that would push for
more fellowship are at 10:30 a.m. on Sunday, Church would start; but first
there be meeting up at the Blue-Chip café at 9: 30 a.m. - before church comes
to start….
People wanted something to answer them in their church. For-
sacrificing their children and themselves is not all enough, their need in want
it never comes as fed; as one person is treated like the other, one family like
the other again…. The in treatment would come as the dark creatures would stir
outside the church quarters giving them messages: as its legion passed by to
say, “Mike was a guy; we used to know, he was guy we used to know all so well,
la, la, la.”
“Niener, niener, Mike and go castrate your own wiener.”
Natures would answer the pursuit in a pointing in a lieu of.
Chapter 2
Due North Westgate Chapel
This all comes from a Christian I coming like an Atheist,
pagan, and whatever evil Christians can dispel me from here.
Here is me as subservient to their cause as I wanted them to
be proven right amongst ---even for their wanton of beliefs. Who they of the
contagion that says that Mike is wrong and they are right, and Mike is the one
who is the cause of the problem. Again
nothing solved, again Mike moves on to another church, with no church ever so
here much as questioned. Here maybe I am wrong or too angry or maybe I am an
angry person and should relinquish myself to that fact. And love and mercy
should bear up my infidelity to the truth of all too that fact. As again I am as a Christian the only one
bringing up this stuff again; putting my belief into writing; up for
questioning. Putting my money where my mouth is. Meanwhile the great
unquestioned of the great unquestioned; for their only want, is to exposit
across what my anger as the problem: and theirs anger is everything everyone
gets to think of as love today.
You know people don’t often take on for themselves what it is
what they hate about themselves for what they may love of themselves. Wanting
to seem as like we are not supposed to hate anything about ourselves in any of
this; so on pretend it goes. There is no contentious bone I have to pick with
anyone who is Atheist or Agnostic or pagan believing or of non-belief, as they
are living up to the exact requirements of what is required of themselves in
life now: at least for my vision at this moment (my vision may change tomorrow)
they live towards onto what they obey. They have themselves; who live there as
to themselves and put it out all what they have as best of themselves out
again: limited to the flesh to the body consort that embellishes the chances
and whatever it all brings to their lives.
Here is me though a Christian. And I tend to like the
non-Christians more than I like anyone making a claim to God. (Except in the
cases, when someone is a Christian like myself is so despised by other claiming
believers in God about. If you are like me? Then I believe in you more than any
Atheist or Satanist.)
Being the fact for my present taste being in supposes onto
God- what his greatness and his wonderful acclaim--- about, that somehow that
with something like him- him coming to touch my human worthlessness, - that
there is some way his greatness would show out of me in some way, something
different than anything else the earth here creates. And
believe me I have tried my whole life to be a blend into all different said
being of churches all about me. I took
on what mantra from them saying that they are different, and “that there is
something different that we do.” But in
turn it always ends up looking like an ass end show of a dead cow’s ass with
flies suckling on its orifice again.
I do not see any difference between the church of supposed
Christians and those who are of no belief about today here. I am a person who
went and was a congregation member among various of churches and not one church
ever- let me have a say for what I believe of God- without my faith being
questioned for my questioning theirs and them ever gaining on in their chaste
hastening state of self-attain. I don’t see them ever questioning their faith
at all.
I apologize to the earth for my failures up before this point,
for my actually never showing what I have in the real Christ.
Because if people say that they have something; for what they
say is so great. What is the use of having it- if you are not showing it- off? Me
showing others by all phases of your being from your weakness and strength in
here activity that you are 100 percent human, angry, sad, happy, miserable, vengeful,
condemning, mystical believing in sensory; and that God is not just one thing
either, he is of many ways of personality- but for one way of truth about…
It would be boring or too exciting: if God were/was something
just merciful all the time- with all the crap going on down on earth. There has
to be a balance to everything that we do and known to have done, and it cannot
be all love and roses. Christians have to stop being a bunch of lap dog
slobberers over themselves for their lack of any controversy allowed in their
lives. Controversy for the sake of it- is sin, but controversy for the sake of
God’s here kingdom is a divine command.
Too many Christians don’t want to take on all theirs nor others
horribleness ever really.
Let this book break down the divide between unbelievers and
believers alike and between believers and believers alike.
It is O.K. to be angry.
God is not so weak that he will turn you away for some honest
anger. This book may be simple to some and may be
difficult to others to read or understand. I try to keep it simple and put it
among difficulty for how I am writing it.
Artistry is what I am shooting for also.
I guess that it is one personal narrative against another’s;
or is there an obvious truth that separates human kind from its wickedness- so
that something like a God can be seen through it? All I know is that; let me be
the first to say- I agree a lot with the Atheists and Satanists and such, as
they got good reason to be the way they are for their wants. They have every
right to point a finger at the Christians for Christian’s failure to ever
actually show God to them. As I 100 percent agree with their position
there. As Christians for 99 percent of
them don’t show me God either. As I have the faith to write that in all truth,
my faith is not so weak- where I cannot admit to my total here weakness. Let me
be the Christian that goes behind- while God walks before- for him showing
actual recompense here.
Trees clapping before God.
Chapter
3
Staring at Mukilteo Presbyterian Church
And Restoration
Church
Beginning-
Like a precipitating mist that held long enough, long enough
for someone to see them; - but in the dark there on shadows which were darker
than the dark that-that they were in, “it”
would go in emissary off, without filtering anyone’s cause of redemption; because
their participation was unknown for what their part is in amongst this---
church….
Some real Ghost Adventurer, Ghost Hunters, Ghost Asylum,
Alaska Monster’s TV like shit but lived in real time at church.
Note: Folks I am an artist. And it is time that I start acting
more like one. I am not here to have your beliefs or even my own really to
show. But show an impression of something that comes upon everyone’s life
without maybe you knowing.
Going against my own beliefs; it goes on against the most
valuable thing that Christians like myself attest to about. Is my life valid for what it is? Is my faith
something that constitutes something that strides for any man’s real on
betterment? Or is my life the damnable breath in vehement that gives no
conclusion in answer; is my life really hell?
Have written about 3 rough drafts for books that really have
not been books that I have here wanted to bring to completion yet. Because
there is this want to bring on something totally unexpected out of me- first
for my first novel. Here this is the book that the Lord almighty has finally
given me to start and bring to its full completion; for it going to be my first
book that I bring to completion online. The first book of many that the Rooster
is going to bring.
It will be called, GOD IS DEAD, ‘Jesus Hates (You) and so do
I’- and this is the first here of it. And I am working on it right now at this
time. As I have a job. But still only give myself 2 hours on the computer to
write and still be the Rooster who does it straight from his head to page, doing
my bubble concept ideas, rough draft, and formulating the growth of- it in one
turn of pushing out the impregnable of gest that circumvents harsh confinement
within a trust….
Thoughts of having a church band play a musical inclination to
that—steal of a note from heaven above for giving over to total growth, for what
streamlining anyone’s worth in a church in its wants these days- for its minds
want to grasp upon; because, who is going to believe there is a God these days
or even believe in one at all that or there is only one God- by them just
having a basic worship service strewn along with only a basic sown on knowhow
of gods. With all the other fun noticeable subtleties to know about; to know
only of his mercy it is only what they know….
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