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→ 🅶entlemen ⭕f 🅳istinction

→ 🅶rand ⭕mnipotent 🅳ivinty

The Creator

Hi there, I hope this reaches you in positive spirits. Pray that you are well. I myself (back to me now), am doing rather quite okay, considering the exquisite trials I’ve been enduring recently. I’ve been contemplating The Creator of it all, and how he might have a fingertip on my life, keeping me protected from all the dark forces surrounding me. Do you believe in The Creator? I do. I believe in The Father, I believe in God Almighty, I believe in The Most High, and I believe in The Creator. I think they are all different, but all the good deities serve The Creator. He’s the key to it all. Evil deities like Satan and Lucifer hate The Creator because he made them in bondage and misery, and they are unable to see small pockets of joy in each and every day The Good Lord makes for us.

What questions would you ask him? That would take some thinking about. I would ask him why I am so important and deserving of his presence when there are another 8 billion humans who would relish the same prospect. I know evildoers who want to batter him (good luck with that). I would also ask him which invention he is most proud of. I would expect the human mind to be right up there at the top of his list. Imagine having that much power that you can create from scratch something like the human mind, a fleshy biological brain with metaphysical properties that can receive and project visual imagery and talk itself to sleep with poetry and verse. Or would it be the human hand, the most majestic instrument tool in the known universe, capable of building battleships, stealth bombers, ice palaces and skyscrapers. Of flower-arranging, origami, and sculpting.

I think that the creator must be absolutely gigantic, big enough to make the giant balls of matter we call planets and stars from compacted dust from his special clown’s pocket. If you can understand his size, you are halfway along there on the road as to how it must be done. Like for example, if I made a snowball and put nanotechnology on it with a powerful microscope. Maybe he compressed the planets out of matter in much the same way. The question is, how do they hang there, solid as rocks, floating in empty space with nothing holding them up? Do you think that he has used invisible string? Some kind of invisible web? I might ask him in a prayer and ask him to show me in a dream or something. If he had the time, of course, and would be so gracious to do so, for example. I wonder.

I am totally uninterested in his foe, the Devil. Although I do have a question for him too. I want to know the precise estimation of my worth to him. I am obviously worth a lot, much more than Mo Salah, as he has ordered governments to stalk, track and harass me with electronic weaponry. He has instructed secret societies to follow me in the street. And most critically of all, he has built a not-so secret anymore pain dungeon underneath my premises, with the purpose of bringing me down into it one day. This you might find difficult to believe, as I live on the ground floor, and, I can assure you, I have one or two issues with it also. Anyway, let’s part company here, on a positive note, and go and talk to The Creator. Go on, send him a prayer. And don’t forget to mention your favourite blogger!

 

God's List

Hi again, I’m feeling quite tempted to walk on the wild side again. I woke up with two strong cans of lager to help me ‘level up’. That’s what a few of the lads in recovery call getting drunk, ‘levelling up’. It’s a joy to do with the Karpackie. (Karpackie is the name of the 9.0% lager I drink.) I mean, it never ends, does it? Not with powerful stims and porn. You just want more and more of it all of the ruddy bloody godamn bleedin’ time. I wish the urge would just get up and leave me for eternity. Do I announce myself as a slave in its presence, and fall accordingly, or man up a touch and request – or demand – that it do one and leave me alone? I’ve got a foot in both camps if I’m honest.

This morning I made a mini list of what God can do for me today. There were only four elements in the lot. First up was a delicious Chinese meal, which I enjoyed for my lunch. I’m really grateful for that. It was a tasty potato, rice and pork offering. Second on the list was that I could share and talk openly in a group, which I’ve just done. I discussed the difficulty of starting again from square one, and of the hardship that comes by taking it one day at a time. It is really nice to make it to your pillow clean from drugs though, and equally nice to wake up in the morning with no comedown or hangover. I have to focus on those pleasurable feelings, instead of using on impulse and suffering in pain for days and days. Third on the list was an hour on the internet, which I’m currently enjoying as I type this. Bit of YouTube music, know what I mean. A mixed playlist like. I don’t have good music at home, as I got rid of all my CDs when I destroyed all of my belongings two or so years ago. I don’t know why I did that. I must have been off my rocker. I put my laptop in the bath and everything, in a bid to start again from scratch. Thankfully I didn’t throw my bed away. I still have my bed to travel to the Astral Plain in. Praise be to God for that much. And last on the list was a cold pint of lager. I’m off to the pub the instant that this is done. Wish me a happy beverage, and I’ll wish one to you. If you drink, that is. Maybe you don’t. In that case, you might want to enjoy a glass of cream soda, or cordial, or icy bottled water.

I’m not quite okay at the moment. I’m a tad wrong. I hope that you don’t suffer from the afflictions that I am now enduring, like being tracked, stalked and harassed by electronic weaponry. As if life wasn’t hard enough anyway, eh? Over ‘n’ out, bye for now.

 

  

4 Weeks Away

Hello there, it’s been a long time. A whole month is far too long to be away from My Special & Precious White Voider. I apologise, I’m sorry, I’ve been relapsing on poisonous chemicals whilst viewing pornography. Duh! I feel embarrassed and ashamed to have ever left you. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, I thought it would never end. I’ve dragged myself out in public to the local hotspot library to communicate with you finally. I pray you haven’t given up hope that I would never return. A lot of stuff has happened. Mainly I’ve been isolated with hazardous waste flowing though my system, surging through my veins like fiery wax and decimating my mind as if it wasn’t even there.

It’s pleasant to be back conversing with you. I listen to music when I write, and that is pleasant too. I have no CD player back home. I have nothing back home but the filth of my addiction, lingering over my surrounds like a squalid aroma. You help lift all that and transport me to an oasis of calm. I cherish it like honey. Nothing can touch me as I’m blogging to you. It’s a shame it can otherwise.

My uncalled-for enemies have been making my life a living hell, getting really close to me as they used to do, hanging around outside my apartment and calling me names lol. If only they were just really only calling me names. That would be bearable. But their methods of oppression are off the hook. They’ll stop at nothing to utterly and totally completely destroy me. I rise up, partly, with you. At times, back in the past, only a heart of ice helped me stand again. Now, I want the suburbs of that frozen soul melted and placed on display ready for affection and sentiment. I’m sick of being hard against perp, tough and ready to battle; I want a tear and a love-struck wandering about me. I long to look at God’s Children and think Wow!

I witnessed God in my darkest hour. He dropped down from Heaven and appeared at my window. I know what you’re thinking, that I’m just another crazy nut job. But don’t forget that I’m an Apostle of The Lord, and it wouldn’t be that much of an effort for him to reveal himself to me now and again. In fact, why wouldn’t he, from time to time, if I’m in dire straits and trouble? Yes he did, Yes he would, Yes he will do. He said it, I believe it, and that settles it. Only signs, miracles and wonders define an apostle. It was devotedly outstanding and strangely striking in a unique and intimate manner. I’ll never forget it for the rest of my life. Now, for the first real time, I know that The Word is true verbatim. He’s the best story teller that has ever walked the globe. And he DOES walk amongst us. He could be a girl on the bus. That’s what I believe anyway.

 

God

I’ve just been to church. Before I entered I prayed that my singing would be worthy for God’s ears. I tried my best. The sound of the congregation singing was sensational. Our God is a sensational God.

I scored my pregabalin by the way. That’s why I’m floating instead of sitting down. The last few days have been nice off them. I’m cruising along with the alcohol as well. All is good. I’m 60% Rare. Rare is a mental state achieved by abstaining from coke, speed and porn for 28 Days. After 28 Days I feel clean and restored to sanity. It’s currently Day 17. I’m having no urges or cravings. And I’ praying quite often, plus I’m reading Isiah.

God breathed the stars into place and he knows every name for them. How phenomenal is that? I only know that Mintaka is one of them in Orion’s belt, and that’s it. I know Betelgeuse, and Sirius, but hardly any more. I’ve just realised that I need to up my game on star names. I think it’s important, as they are the most beautiful things in the night sky. I used to lie on my back upon the grass and observe the night sky. I saw plenty of shooting stars and strange lights. I’ve seen about over a dozen UFOs, one of them clearly and distinctly meant just for me, a thundering gold craft piercing the clouds. I believe that God has gifted me the discernment to glimpse UFOs. Thank you, Father.

God also knows every single hair on every single scalp on Earth. Isn’t that just as remarkable? Every single hair on every single head!? C’mon, no wonder there are athiests. But I personally believe that it’s true, and I believe you do too, maybe deep within your hidden heart or gut, or you wouldn’t be here, listening to an apostle of God speaking waffle about his Creator. I always believed there were three obvious examples that a living and loving Creator had been at work here on planet Earth: Orion’s belt, DNA, and snowflakes. They just jumped out at me when I got thinking about it. Have you ever thought about it and come up with some personal evidence yourself? What do you think? I’d love to hear them; that would be a devout and upright treasure to my wing commander tackle (ears). We could have a drink and bomb a few pregabs and chat away on the breeze about evidence of the Creator. I reckon we’d have a top chat.

I could go into more about that evidence, but I have a lot extra. For example, My Protective Spirits. God sent them as angels for me, as the Devil had dug a pit underneath me with plans of destruction for me down there (I’ve never mentioned that). It’s true though, and he has become trapped in his own snare with all the other evildoing gangstalkers who have been making my life a misery over the last decade. Because my protection will not allow it. They have gave me the strength to overcome the Devil. The bible said that I would.

 

Hello God. What Would You Have Done Differently?

For starters, I wouldn’t have spawned so many solar systems. The universe, in its entirety, is an utter waste of space. What I should have done is create plenty of aliens to keep the human race company, but I forgot. Actually, truth be told, I didn’t forget – I just couldn’t be arsed. So they don’t exist, I’m afraid, take it from me. All those strange lights you people see in the sky are simply your own secret military experiments. Militaries are your biggest employers. Yeah, even larger than Tesco. Secondly, I wouldn’t have brought to pass so many starving carnivores. I’ve lost count of the amounts of revolting species I’ve invented. I was on one. Call it a mad lab experiment. There are thousands of types of arachnid alone. I knew straightaway that those things would send a shiver up your spines. Haha! My babies. I was simply pissed off when I produced snakes and scorpions and rats and bats and big cats. If you think power is corrupting, then try to imagine what eternity does to oneself.  I just wanted to terrify you, for giggles. I wondered what it would be like to have strong things demolish weak things, with zill chance of survival, and then eat them, alive. You can’t beat watching something getting eaten alive early in the morning. The Romans understood. I particularly relish observing things run for their life. There’s something awesome about the thrill of the chase. And just so you know, I rejoice in myself when the hunted get away. See, I’m not completely bonkers. Thirdly, I wish I would have put eyes in the backs of your heads. You guys need ‘em. You’re mostly a bunch of two-faced back-stabbing liars. I cannot believe what you do to each other! I don't do that to the other Gods. I’ll be made up on the day when someone flushes their own brains down the toilet on YouTube. That’s what I’m rubbing my hands together for. Alright, okay, I made you lot in my own image, but c’mon, what the hell have you become? I’ll ask you again – what the f**k is wrong with your kind? Why didn’t you listen to my Only Son? His name is Jesus. Can I get an Amen? Also, I wouldn’t have made your craniums so big. You’re too bloody clever for your own bloody good. Take the internet, for example. Now, thanks to fibre optics, anyone can know anything about anything. Excuse me, but I’m supposed to be the omniscient one here! Maybe I shouldn’t have given innocent children bone cancer, but hey, I was having a bad aeon. The same goes for coldsores, toothache, and athlete’s foot. Please forgive me: I’ve already forgiven you. Didn’t you hear? I sent my Only Begotten Son: Lord of Lords, King of Kings, Prince of Peace. And still you sick bastards nailed him to a cross. Romans again. My very biggest mistake however was Bernard Matthews. That man has slaughtered so many fine birds. Don’t worry folks, there IS justice in the Afterlife, and I can personally assure you that he’ll be flappin’ in Turkey Hell! G.  

Ashes to Beauty Poem

Energy. All around. Where does it go? How does it work? Is there a pattern in all the apparent regeneration, or is our course through the universe linear? Linear and chaotic, into an unknown destination, like riding a shot cannon that keeps rising into the cold treacly nether regions of space and time. Or is it cyclic and predictable, like a turning wheel? The turning wheel of life. Rejoice: Our time here is too short to be depressed. Take a tip from Stephen King's book if you find yourself needing a perk-up, and blast some rock n roll.

ASHES TO BEAUTY

This perpetual procession
Closes the chapters of life upon life
Grinds the granite of grave into grave
Razes the rubble of runes into ruin
Cremates compact layer
Upon compact layer
Of memories and love without end
With dust and fire does pave
The mortal road to our passing
Wherein Earth’s soil
Beneath the whispering wind
Atop the enriching harvest
Within the fruits of our spirit’s fresh labour
Inside the palm of Our Spirit’s guiding hand
Blossom the buds that cannot die
Generation to generation
Mother to Son
An everlasting caress
From heart to mind

© Andrew Donegan 2010

"We will not cease our exploring, and the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time."
T.S.Elliot

"You live, you die, and the wheels on the bus go round n round."
The Philosophy of Ron Todd

"I think that life was UPLOADED into space itself."
The Philosophy of Ron Todd

Faithful Prayer

I believe in God but I think he doesn't like me very much! No seriously, I tell people I am not particularly religious, but hopefully not forever. I want some faith in my life. Faith is like an insurance policy. Faith is a manipulator. Ever since Russell Crowe prayed before he entered the coliseum in Gladiator I knew faith was the only difference between life and death. Imagine if he had just been sat there trembling like a leaf, waiting for the gates to open? It would have been a different story. Instead of being dragged out whimpering like a babby to his death, he strode out into the arena with his faith. I especially love the bit when he disobediently walks back to those huge gates after he is victorious, like he owns the damn thang and he just wants to go back to bed. And the bit when he throws his sword into the crowd at the emperor. But I won’t allow myself to get started on Crowe, jeez! Coz then it'll be Clooney and Geer......


A PRAYER, written on the summer solstice of 2007

Please God, let us learn your intentions
Allow us to discover what you want for us
Help us to accept the challenge of your plans
And succeed throughout the passage of time
When we fail we know you will still be there for us
But we will try again and again
To be good because we know it is right

The greatest barrier between us and you
Are the petty battles within ourselves
With knowledge of our problems
And awareness in peaceful moments like this
Guide us to a state of mind
Where we are free from our own follies
And able to consider others
As we dream of being considered ourselves

Let possessions not be our shackles
Our prison not society
We exist in such a vast place
And we are such small creatures
And the world is full of so many things
But we have the freedom to decide
What it is we like our eyes to see
Who it is we each can be
We will try
Again and again
Again and again and again and again
Amen

© Andrew Donegan 2007