I'm not really. I had my reasons. I couldn't just have you banding off together and becoming reclusive homosexual hermits all bundled up with the truth and going extinct with all this knowledge before you passed it on.
My biggest problem with homosexuality is that I went through all this trouble to make you and I like to watch you live. And, if you don't make another one of you I will miss you.
I know it happens. But, it just can't happen to much and especially not too much in little clans and such as you once were.
Remember, don't judge. Let me be the judge because my judgment is perfect.
Otherwise, I will have to judge you.
And, there are rooms in my house for everybody.
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Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
The use of the pronoun I vs God
This book will take on a whole new dimension and more powerful and significant meaning if I change the personal pronoun of I to God, and me to the Lord etc. We'll see. I'll try. But, definitely something to remember for the edits.
The story is after all His. In me.
The story is after all His. In me.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Monday, February 7, 2011
I remember when God condemned Canada to hell.
I am living now about a block away from the area of Vancouver BC called the downtown east side from where the majority of the victims found butchered and fed to farm animals on Willy Pickton's farm came from. And, I remember the day that God himself came down to this part of town with me or, more literally in me, this was after Jesus had left me for heaven, and instantly God completely freaked out.
I mean like He literally freaked right the fuck out. It was unbelievable. He had me writing emails and letters to all the governments in the world telling them of the consequences, if any be, to them, if he ever caught anyone one of them even trying to run anything even remotely similar to this very, very fucking illegal modern day Sodom and/or Gomorrah called the downtown east side of Vancouver BC. In a heartbeat He condemned the entire modern country of Canada, minus a few judicious exclusions like the native Indians and the Canadian military, straight to fucking hell. He called Canada the Anti-Christ - a system of hopelessness.
He had me writing to all the governments of the world, through automated email software, the horrors of crossing the legal line both in heaven and hell of Satan's touchstone of evil. He had me telling them, all the governments of this world, just what will happen to any country that happens to rub themselves up against the touchstone of evil and how quickly God's angel will come to both defend the honor of Satan's possession and avenge the infraction against our Lord God.
He went on and on and on for weeks into months and even years on this topic, even long after I had informed G-d of the possible conflicts of interest that His letter writing campaign, through me, might cause some of the other nations that he does care for and consequently sequestered the rest of His campaign to sending messages finally to the CIA and the FBI only. But, you have to imagine that behind all the world's scenes there I was writing to all the world's media and all the world's governments and all the worlds police departments, in the first person of God, his utter shock and horror and disdain and impending wrath over the rampant, overt and highly suspicious drug abuse in this neighborhood called the downtown east side of Vancouver, Canada.
And, all the horrible things he had to say about a country, let alone a province or even a city that had allowed the actual being of the systemic Anti-Christ to become on their watch. All, the horrible things He has said that He is going to do to this country and then proved quite literally how I was emailing out the media of the world at that time. And, then G-d and I would watch.
We would watch their exquisite and squirming faces on the local news as they began to realize that I was, this ostensible wannabe Hells Angels Motorcycle Club member, (which is another story all it's own and in fully God's way utterly incredible till it happens to you and painful), also sending these biblical notices of contractual termination, alongside my emails of the revelation of the Holy Anointing Oil as indeed a primitive form Crystal Meth along with Manna and, in prophetically good form and ultimate timing, giving me the credibility and authority to pen such notices, behind the scenes no less, that God himself is no longer going to save Canada nor any Canadians from His Wrath because it is in and of itself become the biblical Anti-Christ. Because of the downtown east side of Vancouver BC and what ultimately must have have happened outside the Pickton farm before any of these women showed up the dead for an untimely burial and disposal from public and prying eyes God has condemned all of Canada to hell, period. Case closed. Judgment delivered. In real time. By the angel of God. Me.
And, ultimately all believable if you where there to follow all my letters to the powers that be in this world in the order that I sent them so that the recipients may know that indeed Christ, as I, have both come and gone, as is written, and all that is left is the flesh and blood of God in which His spirit does dwell, unabashed. In the same way now that I am going to write this book so that anyone who reads this will always know the truth of my second coming and the reality of the judgment rendered by me, Jesus Christ, in heaven above now, in regards to Canada and, the many others who are in violation of simple hope and thus in fact Anti-Christ.
And, of course what can be done about that before my spirit does deliver my fathers wrath against you.
I mean like He literally freaked right the fuck out. It was unbelievable. He had me writing emails and letters to all the governments in the world telling them of the consequences, if any be, to them, if he ever caught anyone one of them even trying to run anything even remotely similar to this very, very fucking illegal modern day Sodom and/or Gomorrah called the downtown east side of Vancouver BC. In a heartbeat He condemned the entire modern country of Canada, minus a few judicious exclusions like the native Indians and the Canadian military, straight to fucking hell. He called Canada the Anti-Christ - a system of hopelessness.
He had me writing to all the governments of the world, through automated email software, the horrors of crossing the legal line both in heaven and hell of Satan's touchstone of evil. He had me telling them, all the governments of this world, just what will happen to any country that happens to rub themselves up against the touchstone of evil and how quickly God's angel will come to both defend the honor of Satan's possession and avenge the infraction against our Lord God.
He went on and on and on for weeks into months and even years on this topic, even long after I had informed G-d of the possible conflicts of interest that His letter writing campaign, through me, might cause some of the other nations that he does care for and consequently sequestered the rest of His campaign to sending messages finally to the CIA and the FBI only. But, you have to imagine that behind all the world's scenes there I was writing to all the world's media and all the world's governments and all the worlds police departments, in the first person of God, his utter shock and horror and disdain and impending wrath over the rampant, overt and highly suspicious drug abuse in this neighborhood called the downtown east side of Vancouver, Canada.
And, all the horrible things he had to say about a country, let alone a province or even a city that had allowed the actual being of the systemic Anti-Christ to become on their watch. All, the horrible things He has said that He is going to do to this country and then proved quite literally how I was emailing out the media of the world at that time. And, then G-d and I would watch.
We would watch their exquisite and squirming faces on the local news as they began to realize that I was, this ostensible wannabe Hells Angels Motorcycle Club member, (which is another story all it's own and in fully God's way utterly incredible till it happens to you and painful), also sending these biblical notices of contractual termination, alongside my emails of the revelation of the Holy Anointing Oil as indeed a primitive form Crystal Meth along with Manna and, in prophetically good form and ultimate timing, giving me the credibility and authority to pen such notices, behind the scenes no less, that God himself is no longer going to save Canada nor any Canadians from His Wrath because it is in and of itself become the biblical Anti-Christ. Because of the downtown east side of Vancouver BC and what ultimately must have have happened outside the Pickton farm before any of these women showed up the dead for an untimely burial and disposal from public and prying eyes God has condemned all of Canada to hell, period. Case closed. Judgment delivered. In real time. By the angel of God. Me.
And, ultimately all believable if you where there to follow all my letters to the powers that be in this world in the order that I sent them so that the recipients may know that indeed Christ, as I, have both come and gone, as is written, and all that is left is the flesh and blood of God in which His spirit does dwell, unabashed. In the same way now that I am going to write this book so that anyone who reads this will always know the truth of my second coming and the reality of the judgment rendered by me, Jesus Christ, in heaven above now, in regards to Canada and, the many others who are in violation of simple hope and thus in fact Anti-Christ.
And, of course what can be done about that before my spirit does deliver my fathers wrath against you.
I am all Hopped Up on Goofballs
I had a great day today. I got my disability benefits reinstated and I went and got my prescription for Modafinil filled at the pharmacy. (Thank you to my great doctors at Dr. Murphy's clinic on Granville Street).
So, I am all hopped up on my stimulant medications and can now think and write clearly. It's been about three or four days now that I have gone without stimulant medication and I have been reluctant to add any more scenes to my book for fear that in that stupor of half wake/half sleep I cannot write comprehensibly. I feel so much better knowing that I can think straight.
I read some reviews of books in the Georgia Straight and the Westender, a couple of local and free rags here in Vancouver, and I have been inspired somewhat by what I have read about other peoples writing.
I am having a problem giving this book a traditional narrative structure because it is, for the most part, not a novel but, a memoir or a biography. Having read the review of the book Soul Mining written by Daniel Lanois and reviewed by Alexander Varty in the Georgia Straight has reminded me that a book such as mine does not have to be altogether in any order but, can also be a collection of memories written as haphazardly as the author of Soul Mining, Daniel Lanois does in his collection of memoirs.
That is great news for me. As, more and more parts of this book come to me in any particular order while I am sitting on the bus or waiting in my doctors or going to the store. I am always saying to myself 'Oh, that's good. That's going in the book' but, on coming back to my blog later to add all those different thoughts, like this one, they have no narrative structure to fill.
Thus, many go unwritten as I look to my my list of scenes and realize that there is no room for these soliloquies alongside the structure of the story. Thank G-d for the blog. It makes adding a collection of thoughts possible as I drive the narrative forward.
In keeping with my new rituals of adding at least the beginning of one new scene a day to this book of mine I am going to review my list of scenes to write and add another one right now. See you in the next post.
So, I am all hopped up on my stimulant medications and can now think and write clearly. It's been about three or four days now that I have gone without stimulant medication and I have been reluctant to add any more scenes to my book for fear that in that stupor of half wake/half sleep I cannot write comprehensibly. I feel so much better knowing that I can think straight.
I read some reviews of books in the Georgia Straight and the Westender, a couple of local and free rags here in Vancouver, and I have been inspired somewhat by what I have read about other peoples writing.
I am having a problem giving this book a traditional narrative structure because it is, for the most part, not a novel but, a memoir or a biography. Having read the review of the book Soul Mining written by Daniel Lanois and reviewed by Alexander Varty in the Georgia Straight has reminded me that a book such as mine does not have to be altogether in any order but, can also be a collection of memories written as haphazardly as the author of Soul Mining, Daniel Lanois does in his collection of memoirs.
That is great news for me. As, more and more parts of this book come to me in any particular order while I am sitting on the bus or waiting in my doctors or going to the store. I am always saying to myself 'Oh, that's good. That's going in the book' but, on coming back to my blog later to add all those different thoughts, like this one, they have no narrative structure to fill.
Thus, many go unwritten as I look to my my list of scenes and realize that there is no room for these soliloquies alongside the structure of the story. Thank G-d for the blog. It makes adding a collection of thoughts possible as I drive the narrative forward.
In keeping with my new rituals of adding at least the beginning of one new scene a day to this book of mine I am going to review my list of scenes to write and add another one right now. See you in the next post.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
I can just imagine the CIA...
I can just imagine the CIA trying to explain Barack Obama that the Lord had just emailed us again, lol.
It would probably go something like this,
'Um, sir. We have reason to believe that the Lord Our God, the second coming has been emailing us his thoughts and opinions on His Second Coming' Can you imagine? Don't laugh too hard dear reader because that's just what I've done. All of the evidence and experiences I relate here I have also related in the past to the CIA and even the FBI. God bless the USA.
So, that's why I emailed them. Just to let them know that I had finally come and that everything was in fact and, not in fiction, indeed, both real and very true.
It would probably go something like this,
'Um, sir. We have reason to believe that the Lord Our God, the second coming has been emailing us his thoughts and opinions on His Second Coming' Can you imagine? Don't laugh too hard dear reader because that's just what I've done. All of the evidence and experiences I relate here I have also related in the past to the CIA and even the FBI. God bless the USA.
So, that's why I emailed them. Just to let them know that I had finally come and that everything was in fact and, not in fiction, indeed, both real and very true.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Prologue
So, before I get into writing this whole book down that's been in my head and around me for quite some time now I just want to remind the possible reader that;
One - When I was deciding how to write this book out I finally choose the easiest target audience I could think of to identify with. That being primarily myself. I thought that will be the easiest way to make the book fun enough for me to write so that I do in fact eventually complete writing it. So, I don't just quite half way through because I don't like writing it anymore. I wanted to make the whole book writing experience for me a passionate hobby that I do for myself and my own pleasure. I've tried writing things before with other audiences in mind but, I have found that my own limited life experiences don't make me comfortable enough to think that I could ever carry on a whole novels length worth of material without losing the interest of the customer because I don't know them well enough.
For instance this book will touch on a lot of different subjects that are probably dear to the hearts of many different kinds of people. But, I haven't got a clue how to identify with any of them on that deep emotional level that would require this book to satisfy them or any one group of them better than any other group of people that this book may be of interest to. I couldn't just write to the Jews for instance over the Christians. Or, the Muslims over the Jews. Nor, could I write it out to be a book for bikers over cops. I have never really been any of these things in any formal way that would allow me to presume that I could ever write a book to them as a target audience. Yet, besides me these are some of the kinds of characters that will populate the entire span of the novel. And, as the writer, in the end, I have realized that I am the only one of these characters that I know best here. So, presumably I am then best of to write the book to myself.
I say this first because I already know that some parts of this book may be offensive, even dangerous and possibly libelous or slanderous to some people. But, be rest assured that I did not intend to please you. I intended only to please myself in writing this book. And, I think that is the best approach for me to take to be able to tell this whole story through my own eyes without the feeling of being watched over, nervous or anxious about what other people might think of the things I am trying to write about as I am writing them. So, bear that in mind. That if you do get offended because of my testimony I certainly was not intending to offend you in particular over anyone else. Nor, was I trying to pretend to really understand you or your own cultures. Nor, was I trying to protect anyone else by offending you instead.
I think that by ultimately picking myself as the intended audience over anyone else this will result in the most fair and unbiased book I can write. As, well as being interesting enough for me to write that I don't lose interest in writing it. But, then also know that this is a very ignorant book. One in which I have only sought to tell my end of it. And, with that being said I hope your knowledge of my ignorance will be enough knowledge for the reader, about the author, to allow you to be able to complete reading it in the way it was written.
Two - While, I am penning this novel, even now, as I write out these notes to myself, I am in the full throws of something wildly biblical happening to me every day and every night. All day and all night long, I am having vivid hallucinations regarding the second coming of our Lord God. I am having full blown and intelligent conversations with the voices of these creatures in my mind who have identified themselves to me as being the Elohim. I am hearing the word of God, blowing in rushes of air, rolling up against my window, crashing like waves against the glass, proclaiming, 'Norman Christian Hoffmann is the Name of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords'. I hear this as loudly and as plainly as anyone hears a giant wave crash against a shore. I think that these voices are so loud that other people must also be able to hear them. And, I have thought before that I have witnessed other people also hearing what I think I am able to hear. But, I have asked my psychiatrist whether or not he thinks anybody else can hear what I am hearing and, he has told me that he has not ever heard what I am describing nor, has ever heard anybody else describing what I think I am hearing.
So, with that in mind I am not expecting anybody else who may read this book to come to any of the same conclusions that I do. And, know that all of the conclusions that I come to in this book are then due both to my hallucinations, which are easy to describe, and due to a bizarre series of events, which are not so easy to describe but, require a whole novel to explain, none of which may be true.
Now, that is the kind of novel that I like to write: Ignorant and most probably completely untrue.
Enjoy.
One - When I was deciding how to write this book out I finally choose the easiest target audience I could think of to identify with. That being primarily myself. I thought that will be the easiest way to make the book fun enough for me to write so that I do in fact eventually complete writing it. So, I don't just quite half way through because I don't like writing it anymore. I wanted to make the whole book writing experience for me a passionate hobby that I do for myself and my own pleasure. I've tried writing things before with other audiences in mind but, I have found that my own limited life experiences don't make me comfortable enough to think that I could ever carry on a whole novels length worth of material without losing the interest of the customer because I don't know them well enough.
For instance this book will touch on a lot of different subjects that are probably dear to the hearts of many different kinds of people. But, I haven't got a clue how to identify with any of them on that deep emotional level that would require this book to satisfy them or any one group of them better than any other group of people that this book may be of interest to. I couldn't just write to the Jews for instance over the Christians. Or, the Muslims over the Jews. Nor, could I write it out to be a book for bikers over cops. I have never really been any of these things in any formal way that would allow me to presume that I could ever write a book to them as a target audience. Yet, besides me these are some of the kinds of characters that will populate the entire span of the novel. And, as the writer, in the end, I have realized that I am the only one of these characters that I know best here. So, presumably I am then best of to write the book to myself.
I say this first because I already know that some parts of this book may be offensive, even dangerous and possibly libelous or slanderous to some people. But, be rest assured that I did not intend to please you. I intended only to please myself in writing this book. And, I think that is the best approach for me to take to be able to tell this whole story through my own eyes without the feeling of being watched over, nervous or anxious about what other people might think of the things I am trying to write about as I am writing them. So, bear that in mind. That if you do get offended because of my testimony I certainly was not intending to offend you in particular over anyone else. Nor, was I trying to pretend to really understand you or your own cultures. Nor, was I trying to protect anyone else by offending you instead.
I think that by ultimately picking myself as the intended audience over anyone else this will result in the most fair and unbiased book I can write. As, well as being interesting enough for me to write that I don't lose interest in writing it. But, then also know that this is a very ignorant book. One in which I have only sought to tell my end of it. And, with that being said I hope your knowledge of my ignorance will be enough knowledge for the reader, about the author, to allow you to be able to complete reading it in the way it was written.
Two - While, I am penning this novel, even now, as I write out these notes to myself, I am in the full throws of something wildly biblical happening to me every day and every night. All day and all night long, I am having vivid hallucinations regarding the second coming of our Lord God. I am having full blown and intelligent conversations with the voices of these creatures in my mind who have identified themselves to me as being the Elohim. I am hearing the word of God, blowing in rushes of air, rolling up against my window, crashing like waves against the glass, proclaiming, 'Norman Christian Hoffmann is the Name of The King of Kings and Lord of Lords'. I hear this as loudly and as plainly as anyone hears a giant wave crash against a shore. I think that these voices are so loud that other people must also be able to hear them. And, I have thought before that I have witnessed other people also hearing what I think I am able to hear. But, I have asked my psychiatrist whether or not he thinks anybody else can hear what I am hearing and, he has told me that he has not ever heard what I am describing nor, has ever heard anybody else describing what I think I am hearing.
So, with that in mind I am not expecting anybody else who may read this book to come to any of the same conclusions that I do. And, know that all of the conclusions that I come to in this book are then due both to my hallucinations, which are easy to describe, and due to a bizarre series of events, which are not so easy to describe but, require a whole novel to explain, none of which may be true.
Now, that is the kind of novel that I like to write: Ignorant and most probably completely untrue.
Enjoy.
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