poems of Word & Song

If God's life and work is in a book.  We should remember that we all have our own stories too.

If God is with me, at all, He/She/They is for sure, with you too.  You can call me God's homie.  It's not eloquent, but it's enough for now.

So why God's homie, instead of, my given name?  Because I would be, whoever you need me to be, regardless of the consequences to myself.  Call me whatever you like!

I would love you all, I would die for you all and I would take it upon myself to ask for forgiveness for your sins on your behalf just incase you forgot.  In fact, I have already.

I, in fact, am not altruistic.  I simply had too much time on my hands, as a result of constant bothersome voices in my head, and you know, I wasn't doing anything anyway.

So, why did I refer to God, as He/She/They?  I guess because I would not presume to limit God to one physical form, like you all seem to have been doing.

I promise you God can and does shapeshift.  If not, physically, for sure, spiritually or intellectually.  And I believe every being in the universe has at least some of God in them.

How did I get the position of God's homie?  Well, I thought the "powers that be" were allowing too much dumb stuff to go down.  And then, I thought, I could do better.

Then that God prick was like ok you try then.  So, I tried, in my imagination at first, mentally going through creation and revelation mainly.  But imagined adversaries kept showing up distracting me.

I think that's why life is so broken on earth right now.  People or gods who do not think or create things keep showing up breaking stuff.  Then God bro was probably like screw this I'll come back later.

Anyway I think that's why stuff is broken at the moment.  You would not believe how jealous and annoyed those claiming to be gods get when you create anything new.

I made a clear egg shaped solar system where the sun and earth-like planet and air and water rolled around inside once and those bastards stole that shit and ran off with it somewhere.

Now, as I'm writing I have to poop.  Be right back.  Back.  Sometimes I suspect aliens or AI or something is paying attention.  Just part of the condition called faith I guess.

I wonder if this sermon will be another failure to save the world.  I guess my Dad was called before I was and also went nuts for a time when He was younger too.

He's given up now though, or perhaps He was just waiting for me to handle it for him.  Did, you know the children of people of faith are attacked on the reg?

The enemy doesn't want faith to be passed down because it makes impossible stuff possible.  I once talked to aliens for two weeks about the power of what I referred to as our faith based technology called prayer.

If you think about it, it is a very real, very powerful weapon that aliens are super terrified of apparently.  They were gonna destroy earth, because, I guess our tech on this plane of existence was insignificant to them.

Why were they talking to me specifically?  I called them by accident or involuntarily perhaps.  Or perhaps they targeted me specifically for some reason.  Sometimes I get connected to other entities in other planes of existence.

Some of those planes that I get connected to exist in my dreams.  Dreams that I continue over many weeks like pausing your favorite anime and picking it up again later.  My dad also has interesting dreams.

There are definitely downsides to having too much faith though, the more faith you have, it seems the further you are pushed by the powers that be, or perhaps seem to be.

And now I tackle religion potentially damning myself in the eyes of many.  Faith and prayer are important, they are the cow and milk, religions are just flavors of ice cream.

A voice says to use coffee, I guess coffee, is the same word in all languages and that's important I guess.  Hotel and taxi are also words like that.

It's not the shape of the cup, or even the coffee, or even the flavor of the coffee that matters.  It is the act of drinking together, in the morning, with someone you love.

Would you have a cup of coffee, and talk to God, if He showed up?  Of course you would, who wouldn't?

But I would tell Him/Her/They He is an asshole to his face, and exactly why I think that, and maybe that makes me potentially the devil or whatever, but that is the reason I've been tortured be demons and spirits and voices and aliens for 13 years.

I think I exist so, God has someone to empathize with about stuff.  You all believe God is perfect all the time, but I think He occasionally fucks up and may even feel guilty about stuff.

I also, strongly suspect, occasionally existing on earth with all the beasts of the field is my punishment for mouthing off to God.

However, I also suspect the holy spirit part of God referred to as "a comforter" and "teacher" in the Bible, and part of me, love each other occasionally, and perhaps that makes life ok?

Anyway I'm gonna take a break.