The Move and Pretending

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He thought he was the only one, giving God tips even when he was in him. We were all surprised to find they made him some one else like they do any witch. My brother took to God and fielded the criticism well and of course my gay brother was made into some one else. The one left on earth is just fine without his wife who was made into some one else, most of his family came out alright but his daughter the doctor went for the technical secular things. It may take some time for her to accept that it was all consciousness and not much the technical stuff which is just the way it was on earth that little while though some of them kept it up it looks like without end. I don't see how they can think it is real but most of them that did that were geniuses or wannabes like the brother that was actually a witch. John knows how he came upon that approach. That brother taught him. It was very difficult to break.

The girls: One was completely the witch that attached herself to her when he father technically killed her trying to rape her. She never was the same, they call them toxic people and like witches they have to be made into someone else. One is still being cleaned up and refuses to admit that the time she was raped in her eyes because she was so young. She knows but is even yet in denial she begged for it, she caused it and she was ready to find out about sex. She is just in her own hell right now preferring what makes sense to her about the differences in ages. But she will eventually learn to live with it and give up the fiction but if she does not she can't go on calling God a liar by what she's doing and that is witchery. I worry about her becoming some one else. Her husband is saved in Jesus Christ but her boys don't know him. They may decide to go with their dad when they get there. They always were good kids. But the little one of the girls is saved by God narrowly escaping the mess her daughter had her in she didn't buy. That daughter will have to be some one else and in fact already is. She's confused. But God saved her from the psychodrama that is left of the Wiccans. The older brother is here. The one of him we saved from Satan when the Devil died also died and the one that had always been was saved. He never even goes to probation and they all thought him the black sheep of the family.

Mom even yet argues with Dad. His lies are mean and spiteful and could get people in hell. Even Ma won' t let that stand without calling him down on his lies. He could lie all he wanted it seemed and never get in any trouble but his Dad's lies were malign.

He lied a lot mostly to have something to talk about. If the lie was malignant in anyway that always fell on him not even a fictional character most times. It was a defense mechanism to keep them from fighting and explore some very interesting ideas. He would just spirit them away and take them to a better, though fictional place they all realized in the end. He was that way with all his buddies, his girlfriends were not like Ma they didn't like lies of any kind regardless of the purpose or how well it worked. But he didn't know Ma as well as Gladys though they were both functioning personalities of the same person. It is still difficult for him to solidify who she was in his mind for he dealt with Gladys, a died in the wool Christian woman with a lot of wisdom and objectivity, just what he needed. Had he not met Gladys first he might not have been able to see that, but it was Gladys that raised him. Dad sure didn't and Ma was a real character and he enjoyed her a lot but he never could have done without Ma's ability to each one of them's favorite and unconditional love and believe me he tested that many times as well as the true Godly character of Gladys. He was her favorite and none of the rest were. She made him her project because she thought that of all of them he was the one that would amount to something. But she gave up on him when he killed that devil's likeness in man. He was cursed in her eyes and it was time to forget him. She doesn't hold it against him anymore.

If you're a witch you have to be made into some one else to be in heaven. You won't be alone there are a lot of them. John never really was a witch but did things witches do that require fiction to get done but that one is not any longer. Witches were made by Satan and even he considered a big mistake. They only wanted to stir up trouble for others, often didn't believe in God at all or didn't care at all one but most thought they could do things God couldn't. Some could in a way by using fiction to accomplish it. It was the only way and give God the glory, it was his way and no one else'.

I'm a God. I can do anything just like God. I can make two fully loaded Mack trucks headed head on pass right through each other. I can give you the house of your dreams brand new in a perfect neighborhood for you and your neighbors won't even realize you haven't always lived there. I can take the rock of Gibraltar and play pool with it using huge laser beams for cue sticks and black holes for pockets. You see me now but the moment after I typed that last period I was on the other side of the universe. They have been making universes for months now and when I speak my voice is broadcast to everyone of them and if I wanted I could broadcast it so that everyone in the futures of the infinity times infinity plus universes could hear it better than live stream. I can make everyone ever created look exactly alike so no including me could ever tell them apart so everybody would automatically know everybody up close and personal. I just blinked my eyes and you saw me. I blinked them again and you were blind, deaf, mute, couldn't feel, smell, taste or think you ever did. Then I put you back the way you were.

Excuse me. Not much or if any of that can be done or would be something I would do. God maybe could but with all the extraneous things that would figure in he wouldn't and so in a way never could have. I was just pretending. We are not in that hell. That is what it would be if me or especially God did anything that came to mind at any time it came to mind, hell. In sharing my pretending I was just sharing what it could be like if everything we pretended became that we were pretending to do.

Now God says I wasn't pretending. I actually believe all that could happen. The only problem I have is I would have to do it and I am just pretending I would let alone did even in the length of time it takes for all of endlessness to pass. So it is sort of pretending. I always pretend stuff like that when I am pretending. But the truth be known it isn't really pretending. It is something else. But I assure you it is fiction. It is not going to happen by me because actually I am not God. I am a God in God and he said to me, “You are me,” but here's the catch. Are you ready for it. You've heard it before. I am not him. You don't have to trust me even if I could do all because I ain't going to do it. But you can trust for a fact God could do all that anything else that God won't do any of that unless there is no other way and with that sort of stuff there is always another way of doing things that doesn't require any of that be done. God would have to be just goofing off and he has fun sure but to goof off like that is not in him.

Now there's a woman listening in. The poor thing was manic and depressive all her life. I had mercy on her and healed her of her mental illness but now she lives in an apartment complex with about a hundred other mentally ill people as yet not healed. The place is known in the community as “That crazy place. Everybody there is way off the wall.”

So I will just move her to a nice little house in a rural area all at once. All her belongings everything she has even those things she doesn't treasure and I will give her nice big box containing Mary Osmund's Nutrysimstem and she will lose weight according to the plan but not because the plan works or does not work but because I will order her spirit to forget to eat anything but the stuff in that plan which won't effect her at all but she can lose all the weight she wants as she wants to lose it and to top it off nobody will know her in that town and she's not mentally ill so no one would ever guess it and she can live in that house nobody realizes has never been in that town but on the contrary thinks it has and she can live a completely normal life for once right?

“Wrong,” God says, “John you are just pretending. She is 64 years old and unskilled from her disease. Where is she to find a job and how is she supposed to live?” She can't. We can't do things like that. The change in the government computers and all the paperwork and all the drug companies and professionals working with her are needed for her to survive in a way that is not too much of a shock to her not to mention them. It is impractical. It would be a good thing to do. But it would be a disaster of great proportions. So I was not crazy. It could be done. But it is not practical. So I was just pretending again.

But I said, “To hell with being practical,” and I did moving her from her town to the little town in the process that took her less time than it took it to think. She could feel she was there. It scared her. She screamed. Then she screamed again. Then she ran outside and saw the town and the house. She could take the bus to her hometown and shop or just visit friends if she ever wanted to. It was great news for her. But her budget wasn't enough to buy a pack of cigarettes had she yet smoked and there would be no more coming in. There would be no one to meet the standards in her care givers to qualify her for a hello if she went to sign up for more.

God was right. It was impractical. The system is impractical. You are not just in it one moment and not the next. They don't pay Social Security to people who have no job and are 63. She would have to live for two years without an income. She was sad. I was sad. God was sad. You may be sad. But that just is not the way it works.

“We will do it,” a voice says. “Is she ready?”

I told her I heard a voice say that but I could not be sure it was God and asked her if she is ready.

“I am always ready for something like that,” she said.

It was Jesus.

We can feed her. We can even pay her way to her shrink's office to get more medication if she cannot believe they did not do it, are not doing it and never really did anything but make her as comfortable as the world can which is good enough, but just good enough is not enough for her. We will supply her with a new washer and dryer and laundry soap and she can call her friend and not even have to be seen with her unless she wants to and provide her with everything she needs. If Jesus is serious. I know he doesn't have the authority to do it and doesn't know how to use mine or God's power well enough to do it.

“She is there already,” a voice from down inside me said.

Do you believe it? Was God wrong? He didn't say it twice so according to scripture it is not fixed and cannot be changed. Did she believe it? Do I? I want to but don't quite. I guess I was just pretending again. She says it makes no difference which mood she is in her medication makes not difference because she is always in the same mood, not too high and not too low.

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[John Fredrick Carver]

I do not know her anymore. I lived with the witch she was for thirteen years. Bipolar Disorder was caused by witches. They either became witches and had to be changed to someone else when they got to the afterlife or they were changed on earth. Those on earth are good. I should have been content to just make a good witch out of her. Now I wouldn't know her if I met her. Many mental illnesses are schizophrenia which the Gods can heal. All people and more than just those diagnosed as Bipolar even yet were witches. There are no witches left. They are all someone else.