Dare The Devil
“Floating
on the clouds of amber, searching for the rainbow’s end, earth so far
below me, I’m here alone & I won’t come down no more.”
--Kansas, Masque
I realized I was nervous as I stood on the elementary
school playground, marijuana pipe in hand, preparing for what would be my final
Communion. Or, more properly, the
final Communion that would occur at my behest.
A prayer of protection…that is what I needed…that is
where I had gone wrong before, opening myself to the Astral Plane without having
properly bound the forces of darkness. Today
would be different.
“Dearest God, Father of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob and Jesus,
please hear me. You are everywhere,
and have blessed me with so many wonderful gifts.
I have given my life to you, and wish to renew that vow right here and
now. I give you my life, to be all
that you want me to be. And I pray
that you talk to me, and reveal the full truth of Your Will to me here and now.
I love you.
“And in the Name of Jesus Christ I bind all evil forces,
you must stay away, you have no power here.
“In the Name of Jesus Christ, Amen.”
There. I was
safe.
Or so I thought.
There are none so blind as those who…oh, I don’t
know…There are just none so blind as I was then and there.
Strike match…pipe in mouth…heart beating a little fast,
it had been nearly a month since I had Communed last as I stood on that
schoolyard in late June…match to dried weed…inhale…suppress
cough…repeat…
Wow…almost immediate…the drug shot through my brain
like a poisoned crystal arrow…Pray…that’s it…must pray at all times, in
all things giving thanks, and I am so thankful for everything, including this
very moment, so perfect, so perfect, the living embodiment of all things
perfect…Thank you God!!
Good Boy. We
have so much to show you.
The Voice, clear, strong, so strong, not the Devil can’t
be the Devil I bound the Devil…
Welcome back. We
knew you’d come.
Me too. I
always knew I’d be back. There
was destiny and purpose in the air. “Speak
Oh Lord your servant hears!”
You are so important.
You are needed. So many need
you.
Yes, I want to serve, to help, to make a difference in
these last days.
The Last Days. Yes.
The Prophesied One. The
Forerunner. The AnteChrist.
Guessing problems only to deceive the mention…My only
problem is that sometimes I think there are problems, but there aren’t!
I see that so clearly now!
Others must know…There are so many for you to teach.
But your powers must become complete…the marijuana is only a key, an
aid, it is not real…It is only here to show you what is possible.
Yes, of course!! God
would never want His New Church to center around weed.
No, never. But
we have to get you to where your Powers are even stronger, and so that you do
not need weed any more. Do you
understand?
Yes. Of
course.
Your soul must dip into the River of Life that flows
from the Throne of God, and be washed, and become perfect, and then you will
have all the powers all of the time, and even more, the miracles and gifts of
the Spirit yours all yours now right NOW today are you ready?
Yes, oh Lord, YES!
Stand, My Beloved.
I stood up, as though a puppet on an unseen string.
My gaze was directed to the ground, as the blazing California June sun
cast my razor-sharp shadow on the pavement.
And following unspoken directions I began to stare at that shadow,
without blinking, eyes not flickering, when sooner-than-all-of-a-sudden I
realized I was in The Pyramid of Light, Part 3…
only this time it wasn’t 15 feet as the first time with
the florescent light above my head the night Peter Krenic cast a spell or
hypnosis or whatever it was on me…
and this time it wasn’t 250,000 miles above me like the
second time I stood in the Pyramid on the night I shot or did nothing-at-all to
my best friend Richard…
No, no, the others were the precursors, the Forerunners
(Yes, Oh YES!!)
and this was the FULFILLMENT, the REALEST of the REAL
THING, as I stood in the Sun Pyramid 93,000,000 miles high, and every photon DID
have size, shape, dimension, location in time and space, and had flown to reach
me, and each had a name trillions upon TRILLIONS of names, and they were beings
from another plane and personalities and they all Sang as one, the Song of the
AnteChrist, “Hail to The Lord’s Anointed!”
Me!!!
And the earth and the sky and the sun all as one sang and
danced and celebrated the Crowning of the New King.
And as I continued to stare at the ground my eyes
acclimated to the scene before me
(The time between the notes relates the color to the
scenes)
and the border between the dark shadow and the bright sun
began to blur, as the sharp-edge
(Close to the Edge)
began to disappear, when I recognized I could no longer see
light or shadow, all was one undifferentiated field of vision, and I knew
(I shook my head and smiled a whisper knowing all about
the place)
the meaning of the vision, able to interpret the living
waking dream, another gift of the Spirit as even now my Powers continued to grow
and expand, and the truth of the vision was that the light and dark are one, no
different, just as God and Man
(He turned around and pointed revealing all the human
race)
appeared to the ignorant to be different but are really
one, ONE, NO DIFFERENCE!
And I closed my eyes, and my soul gently slipped out of my
body, rising out of the top of my head, and as I did so the “field of
vision” (beyond sight, but I know no other words to use) expanded.
No longer was the sunlight visible in the narrow strip where my eyes were
(used to be)
but the light was shining from above and all around and
below, in a perfectly continuous sphere, 360 degrees latitude and 360 degrees
longitude, and the best analogy I can come up with was that it was like having
12 eyes in my skull, a pair pointing east, west, north, south, up and down, pure
vision, pure consciousness, unbounded by anything so coarse as a body.
(A constant vogue of triumphs dislocates man so it
seems)
I was weightless, utterly weightless, and I realized I was
home. The seasoned witch had indeed
taken away the earth-plane in which I moved, and my soul and spirit and whatever
words you want to use were free, completely freed from my body.
And The Voice spoke. No
more message. Words being only
excess at this point.
The Voice only had a question…The Question, the One
Question I had been being prepared for this entire past year.
The Voice wanted to know…
Are you ready to do what you are told?
Yes, Lord. Anything.
Such beauty, such perfection. God’s Perfect Plan.
Good Boy. You
must dip into the River of Life.
Yes Lord.
You must do it now.
Yes Lord.
You must leave your body behind.
Yes Lord.
You cannot travel that far while you are still attached
to your body.
Yes Lord.
I will watch it for you.
What, Lord?
When you are done you will come back.
It is Promised.
What, Lord?
You must kill yourself.
What, Lord?
You must kill yourself.
Now!
But…
You will do what you are told!!
I…
Do it!!
How?
Good Boy.
How?
Then, as though again being guided by an unseen hand, I lay
down on the pavement. Hot.
Very hot. But I was too
stoned to have that register in any way that I would take action on.
Roll over. Put
your face in the pavement and stop breathing.
I can’t.
YOU WILL DO WHAT YOU ARE TOLD!!!!!
I’m scared. I’m
sorry. I can’t do it.
But…
but…
but I believe you…I want to go…Take me, Please!!
I want to die, but you will have to do it for me.
Please.
Take me.
Kill me.
And Sam, who always felt weird and out of place, who had a
Mommy and Daddy who loved him the best ways they knew how, who had an adoring
girlfriend who really would do anything for him, who had brains and talent and
friends and a ministry and a purpose and gifts to share with the world, that
Sam, lay on the hot pavement of the Irvine Terrace Elementary School stoned out
of his mind, praying that the Demons would kill him.
