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~
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 those getting
questioned.
Natures
would answer the pursuit in a pointing in lieu of.
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….
It was a
morning service went on like it were night among. No sense of time and no sense of area of
where they are….
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 what goes- it goes
like angels washing each other’s wing, attending to one another’s happiness it
is to be 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. In
times long ago as done in times right now, the proper description of this all
could only be given in a foreign tongue to those given to seeing or reading
about it: - the beleaguered sorts that only confined themselves to learn this….
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…. Theirs
was only finally created a repository of no conscious on conscience being; as
self was called their God.
(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.)
As the dark
clouded envisioned ones, looked on- for the dark shadows as were felt in their
presence not so much as seen, but 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 or Joel Osteen’s
church or any of those prosperity, health and wealth liberal God hating
atheists that call themselves Christians, 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 for where they live.
The real God,
Jesus Christ would see none of his power exacted.
Sally Sweetie
and Donny Don and Jacky Jack and Timmy Tom would sing their kumbaya, inside
their church, no matter where its being. The church location really is of no
matter, no matter if it’s even Billy Graham’s church there.
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. The
church only would come against those who questioned their God in their
presentation of him.
Later among
all immorality as morality-
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…
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.
They willing
it upon others, and call it- democracy and God’s lead religion.
“Are not we
all glad that we always have a Christian President.”
The church
people would dance from that moment 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, for 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…
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….
Their lives are
an in and out of body experience but while still living.
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….
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- their sacrificing their
children and themselves, it is not all enough their sacrifice for its deformed
capacity to the great and stupendous living perfect God, their need in want it
never comes as fed; as one person is treated like the other, one family like
the other again…. The here in treatment would come as the dark creatures would
stir outside the church quarters giving them messages: as its name 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 you can go and castrate your own wiener.”
Chapter 2
Staring at Mukilteo Presbyterian Church
And Restoration Church and
North Shore Christian
Thoughts of
now having a church band play a musical inclination to—steal of a note from
heaven above for giving over to total growth, for what streamlining anyone’s
worth it is 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 their God. With the
other fun noticeable subtleties to know about; to know only of its mercy it is
only what they know….
Beginning-
Like in a
beginning mist that carried on from the beginning archetype that was said to be
like what it was in the beginning a forlorn mist that was left over, like it
said that it was in the beginning as like a said what blessing. Like a precipitating mist that held long
enough, long enough for someone to see them; - but in the their dark on here
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. There of the people that give themselves over
to everything as pretty much they say that they are not so involved. The
despotic that want to ever investigate something that they never really want to
catch of themselves or find out that they really have left their God or god or
self in the dust for what could come out of some self on discovery….
Folks this
is an artist rendering for what is going on. And it is time that one person
start acting like one person instead of amalgamation of crap or a blob of some
sort. And it is time that the whole take on a representation in stance in
scene. It is time to have not 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. For maybe seeing of what your pursuits give….
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?
This 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….
And three of
God’s angels have visited me about this, for prophetic know how leaning on the
person that is left to write: his really have not been visits that I have here
wanted to bring to a completion yet, for my yet really figuring out the why to
it. 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.
(To the
people: please don’t say that you don’t read a lot, when I know that you read
books and some read his there newspaper, everyday- which is more than what I
have written. 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 Stephen
King or anyone in the newspaper who talks for here Obama or Bush or is for the
love of romances or mystery for 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 on really 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,
which 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 Lord God who is one, and
3 persons split but adjoined among the same one God. He gave me this fictional non-fictional tacit
task, to be estranged from my own Christianity and live fantasy here. )
(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 so many 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 what running. There is no time to spend my time like some diligent
left over relic from a past of a writing grave site here here.)
Chapter 3
Due North Westgate Chapel
This all
comes on from a Christian coming like an Atheist, pagan, and whatever evil
Christians can dispel me from--- here. Their
ropes tied up my arms to this angular post that seemed to directly lay my arms
straight across at a 45 degree angle to my legs which were tied up to like a
singular post that was running straight up and down from the ground.
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 only their love to contend with. There is no contentious bone I
have to pick right here 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.
The fortification of their Christian new motto: a survival of the fittest type
chore lived on. As when Christians take on the ends justify their means of
doing it- to justify their god in the USA and outside of it. As nothing for
peace has been so fortified to bear witness of any type peace.
Here is me
though a Christian. And I tend to like the non-Christians more than I like
anyone else making a claim to God. (Except in the cases, when someone is a
Christian like myself, one 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 or Christian wanting to be a pagan.)
Being the
fact for my present taste being in supposes onto God- what his greatness his
wonderful acclaim--- about, that somehow that with something like him- him
coming to touch my human worthlessness, - 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, with me on a cross….for my being replaced with Christ, as Christ
already did his good deed for mankind and its god there.
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 in lasting….
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
impression break down the divide between unbelievers and believers alike,
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 what 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.
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