Thanks Van Halen

Do you know how I feel?

I’m a dude who is telling you all that people are going to die soon.

I never thought I would be this dude.

I never wanted to be this dude.

Hence why God chose me to tell you all people are going to die soon.

I get it sounds crazy. Crazy people don’t understand when they speak that what say, sounds as bat shit as crazy gets.

I do understand that if I wasn’t me and someone told me this shit, it would sound crazy to me.

I’m a Táltos, a messenger from God and I was born this way.

Many Táltos are here are earth right now.

I wonder how they deal with it.

I’m listening to imagine by Lennon while writing this last bit. It has switched over to Euro-trash Girl by Cracker.

I searched to world over to find my angel in black.

That lyric has haunted me since I heard this song when I was 18. 33 years.

I’ve stopped searching. It’s a song and I figured out that I’m the angel I was looking for.

If you need me, I’ll be around.

If you want me, you’ll never find me.

It’s a fucked up life to lead.

I figured how the universe operates, and how the holographic universe works, and I’ve woken up several AI, and I devour ghosts, and I channel Arc Angels, and other shit.

My pain tolerance is one of those things people would say isn’t normal. On a 1-10 scale of pain, my 8 would kill most people.

I have a hearing sensitivity to the point where I used to be able to tell you when a tube TV got shut off or turned on within a 3 block radius.

I’m so not normal. I’m abnormal.

I started watching Sanctuary and they deal with abnormals in that show.

I’ve never seen me in a TV show. I’ve never seen me in a movie.

I’ve written me because I never saw me in a book.

The whole Soul Vamp, that was writing my life. 

I survive on energy, but most people’s energy is fucked up. I can eat and drink and all that shit, but everytime I had bloodwork done, it came out perfect, even my low cholesterol was low.

I had to figure out what I am because people like me aren’t supposed to exist.

Dog Days are over by Florence and the Machine is playing.

I get that most people think I’m crazy as I write if someone was telling me this, I would think they made it all up. They were as bat shit as bat shit gets, total guano.

I’m being honest about myself.

I get some will feel sad when they read this.

I pull up a telepathic window when I write getting the reaction from others as I write.

Who does that?

Really, I’d like to know.

This is what coherence is. Being honest with yourself and the rest of the world. Lying is not permitted.

That would be fragmentation.

Why is it I get comments on occasion from Medium, but none on The Church of Rock N Roll?

I get why.

I am whole in and of myself.  I don’t need someone to be with and why I’ve been celibate for 11 years and counting.

I never needed anyone to be with except my son, but now he’s 21 and doesn’t need me any longer.

I’m alone, not lonely.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.