Take a look at this poem I wrote more than a while ago.

https://wp.me/p7ck1Q-hL

It’s a metaphor for me. I read it just before I wrote this.  It’s what I posted this day several years ago.

I’ve been doing this for more than 15 years.

I channel the higher self, the soul.  If the soul is a piece of God, I channel God.

What is the higher self?

That piece of God that looks after your life.

Arguing with me is exactly arguing with God.

I never wanted to channel God for anyone. I don’t like it.

Why would any want to channel God?

It’s a responsibility I never wanted.

But, that’s why God chose me to be God’s messenger. 

Because I don’t like it.

Because I never wanted it.

Think about it. Do you think you would want to be God’s bitch, some might think it’s cool.

Fuck the fuck off with that kind of thinking.

I’ve died and God brings me back. I don’t know how many times I’ve died, but I do know I always comeback in this body.

James Clayton Carter Jr. the one and only.

I’ve got my memory back.

Try pissing me off. Seriously, try to piss me off.

You’ll never do it, and you’ll hurt yourself trying, and hurt yourself getting pissed at me.

I’ve seen it happen. 

So instead, try this.

You need advice, ask me. God never guides wrongly. 

I can see all the options you have and can guide you through them, but you are responsible for making the choices.

My email is the worst secret on the planet. I’ve given it to you all.

Jimccarterjr@gmail.com

Here it is again.

Frankly I’d like to hear from you instead of the ass hats that think they can sell me some bullshit to make my books on Amazon sell.

For years I didn’t hear a peep. Now, every fucktard who needs someone to buy their package for books emails me.

Typically what they get in a response is something such as this.

Fuck the fuck off.

I didn’t ask to be sold some shit.

They’ve been emailing me for the last several months.

Do you think God needs to be sold?

My name is James.  Jim is the channel, the mask I wear.

Jimccarterjr@gmail.com

What in the blue holy fuck does God need with money?

God can do anything. Even if one thinks it’s impossible.  That’s the shit God loves doing. Making the impossible real.

I’ve seen it in my life. People tell me it’s impossible, then I do it.

How in the hell, or heaven do you fuck with God?

God can fuck up anyone’s plans.

I realize how truly blessed I am. It’s why I’m excellent always.  Why fuck up a good deal?

I don’t fuck up a good deal.

Have a blessed one and be excellent always.