Furries

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In Zah-NEEH-due OO-blahk ONN, Ooblahkonn in Zahneehdue, made a pleasing planet four times the size of earth. He took some water. He took a lot of sugar, a little vanilla, and some banana extract and poured it in enough caramel to make a furry complete with coconut hair with arms, legs, head and torso covered with fur except the face was more like just hair to the top of the backs of their shoulders to just above their breasts which were naked. They are beautiful in their many varieties and colors. Some are even all colors. But the old and wise ones are mostly white with little patches of colors rimed with gray. The old that are not very white are also not very wise.

I love them all, every last one the same some more and a few less but it is love I have for them and they love everyone else a few too much, most just right, some barely enough and some are their favorite whom they snub or ignore in the hope they will come back to being one they can love normally and a few are their very favorite but they wish to destroy them for that is the best they can do for them.

They are all like John whose name in Zahneehdue is like God's name in earth. He is their God but God is John's God and he is there too in God's creation that John magnified by letting Ooblahkonn build the planet that is so large any curvature is virtually meaningless. A ship sailing straight away on any sea would not seem to disappear into the water.

There isn't one big enough but there is a large one that stretches one half the circumference of earth from east to west and all the way from north to south. The furries believe where they are is flat and you would fall off the ends to go out too far in the large seas which is an ocean. No one lives there. But the rest of Zahneehdue is almost completely filled with furries. It is real and verified by the word of John's God to be as real as anything he made but John built it while in Ooblahkonn.

The great winged birds work tirelessly to keep the furries from doing anything bad. But when they do bad they are punished and the real time of their tasks are lengthened long enough so that it is not easy to forget it in order to encourage them never to do that bad thing again. They also sometimes keep them by themselves until they change their mind and can be loved and loving again while being good, the sugar John spoke of earlier.

So they will live forever without end independent of earth which has hate and making people feel the things of hell and they are surrounded and permeated with bitter gall and misery most of them at a level they get used to but way too many at a level that makes others the same hateful evil things they are.

While a building was under construction a large piece of very heavy material fell on a furry that did not make it out of the way. He was completely destroyed in his body but his consciousness stood over it saying, “John make me new though I am slow and did not get out of the way.”

They applied alcohol to his remains to keep down infection until I replaced every scraping, all the crushed flesh and every crushed bone to its previous place in an instant. He reeked of alcohol so he went and stood under the waterfall there for hours but he was perfectly fine and never felt any pain.

None of them ever feel pain and I restore them to the way they were before no matter how minor and major the injury. They are mine and I love each one of them the way they are. If one of the great birds cannot fix it I or my spirit always does. But there is no such thing as infection on Zahneehdue. They were actually doing it to keep the bugs from eating any of him though on a lesser injury they might have cause to see inflammation set in if I tarried for some reason.

The great birds also monitor when someone is in danger of becoming addicted even to sex. They take them off by themselves and treat the addiction before they put them back under punishment lengthening their daily task that gives all furries a feeling of accomplishment.

I, John am normally not here and spend much time in the afterlife of the earthlings of which I was one before I became in my God, God. My love for my furries and my loving acts toward them and deep compassion and joy for them are always with me. I am proud to have made them and to have made something that works so well. No one feels pain here. No one stays addicted to anything. There are no illnesses here. Everyone has their own personality but they are all me wanting to make everything as good as they can for everyone else even to the point of sacrificing something they hold very dear to get the job done.

But that beyond in earth where I am from and among those in their afterlife there is yet misery and horror, suffering and torment for the ones that will die and be no more ever. God when he made that did not know what I knew when I made Zahneehdue and the furries through what they what was called an angel of God but we call a great bird.

God loved to be loved and loved when he had too or role played that he did. All his are evil to him but a few that are good but not as good as he is. But of course God's mind is like any mind, mine, angels, great birds or my furries it has the ability to do most anything even evil and some times though it is rare something evil happens on Zahneehdue and someone does something the slightest bit evil but they are immediately converted to being good and doing good because despite the curiosity that caused them to do evil which went against everything in them. They all have a loving spirit and no evil spirit has ever been in Zahneehdue. As a result all but God, Me and Jesus have to be changed to come to Zahneehdue into a furry for their entire stay. But they are allowed to keep their personality.

Yet let me warn them. Those with an evil personality will do something evil, be restored to being what they were before and be deported and most likely die if not then at the time they are deported then later in the afterlife of earth for they are evil. Evil will not be tolerated long on Zahneehdue. They are as holy as I am and most times as good as God and Me, his Spirit and more holy than Jesus Christ are some who have never done any evil which is nearly all of them.

Love is not a practical thing. It is foolish if one desires power, glory and fame. But a God like me is not interested in glory or face and only interested in power because it is required for him to effect change which I do more by being sharp and my acuity outshining any I have met so far even my altar ego whom I did not kill for the only reason he was not fiction was that he was made all over again by God whom he was sharper at using infinite power than and defeated him because of that. He might have destroyed us all one by one but in the reality I chose to magnify God with then was too dangerous a certain recipe for someone to turn from good to evil and destroy us all, all things that can happened being certain to happen if given long enough. After it became clear that God could not defeat him they, him and Jesus simply retreated from one creation now all fiction his planet included leaving him to chase God and Jesus and my son, now no longer and his sons the same for eternity after eternity more times than any one mind can know other than to believe the truth that it was there. It is all not there. On order from God I destroyed it all but this universe which actually extends without end and the one that would destroy us not likely among us it all being random and the odds of anyone that powerful being so far away it is infinitely more likely they will never know we are here if we do not ever seek them out. There is no outer emptiness in space God's power is unstoppable as far as creating and he created it all at once, anyone else came along later even if they do possess God's original power and are sharp enough to use it in a way that would destroy everything which given the power of destruction that would take would make them the same as nothingness which has the same power but not the ability to eliminate space which God himself cannot do without going back into a former state of existence, a creative consciousness with the power to make anything out forces. Everything is comprised of forces and even space is nearly all a neutral force field that neither God can help but just recreate the same as nothingness which would never create anything mindlessly bringing every thing in it or better said part of it down to nothing again until God restores everything in a flash again endlessly knowingly or in serendipitous manner. God can be destroy and has indeed die in that manner but he cannot remain destroyed without end. He is that great. The impossible being at least one of the things that must happen if all things are to happen and if destroyed it must happen again. The new God being the same God as the last because basically they are the same spirit, the mind of God which would have been impossible if it had not had to happen eventually. If I love God I also love my furries... Enough to create them again? If I love God I also love Me enough to create her again. If I love Jesus I also love him enough to create him again... Not as certainly but certainly.

If I love God and am not destroyed I love him enough to call him back from nothing. Surely there will be others before endlessness the impossible happening takes place which it does not. That is pure fiction by definition in any consciousness's mind. A consciousness must because they are not God and cannot exist without all of consciousness happening if it is not impossible for every impossible evil to occur on its own with us intentionally trying to thwart it. The fact is: It has already occurred because of what God did on earth. Criticize it if you must but it was the only way.

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It began on a grassy knoll that stood high above a dingy city where I was reunited with a shaggy white dog that taught me to be loved and to love though only an animal. Some dogs have that capacity which is extremely rare in God's animal kingdom of robots with tiny computer like brains and a spirit that provides all the inborn intuitive knowledge and feelings of such robots some of which take the place of those taken to God's afterlife leaving a void in the lives of those that love them that can be filled no other way that are actually animals that are the deceased and complete the dying part or when a corpse are all that is left of them on earth whose experiences will be known to the one that is saved from death if they choose to be forever.

In the city was a hall of justice where the good were separated from the evil which were I assume sent to hell but that is the nearest direct connection there is to earth, a real place and the exit to the tunnel that went all the way to hell in them days that I was trying to save my dad from. My dad was already dead. I was judged as not existing because I was yet among the living on earth and freed to go back to the bedroom wherein the vision took place. But Ooblahkonn did not exist then except as my spirit that was discarded later and now helps with daydreams on earth which he is doing in real time but Tuner my teacher of much about life and as I said how to love and be loved though merely an animal, yet even now could teach me more with her as among my most beloved friends.

I made them without genitals. I outgrew sex and was completely celibate and found sex distasteful. It is even yet. But I have recently engaged in sex without genitals with a furry female. But it is fine with me if the rest of you engage in sex and in the world I come from I expect that most of you will become addicted to that form of recreation in a socially acceptable way as well as a dysfunctional sort of way as is the way with most addictions.

The white haired furries are not able to be as celibate as I am and become sexual with some of the people that seek out their wisdom being sexual but not actually engaging in sex with the ones they enlighten, it being repugnant to most of them to do such a thing with an older person which is ageism and not loving at all and must be made up for in some other way hopefully making use of the wisdom shared with them many times if not becoming one of the ancient looking wise themselves.

At the end of land there are hurricanes that no ship can withstand but John walks on its water. He looks into the face of its wind and says, “Peace be still,” and it watches him come ashore before it resumes blowing. He thinks he is ashore and he and all that are with him are there. The blind would see, the deaf hear and the mute speak if there ever were any such thing among the furries. They see the horrible storms drive hail as big as a double bus from their fishing areas. Great and mighty and full of great wonders is John. God watches. The dead God marvels when the huge boulders from the bottom off the edge of world float and are thrown hundreds of feet in the air in a great and wonderful display of John's power.

Lovers make sure your sex is for love and not for the sake of sex alone lest you be found to be becoming addicted to sex and be placed by yourself at the edge of the ends of the world with no one to love, no lover to fondle until you outgrow your addiction. Then you will not be allowed to ever be more than just becoming addicted to it. John can cure anything in the world and that he cannot cure cannot be in the world. No, no one with any of it but God will be permitted here with it and even then he will go to the boards separating the mine shaft from the waters at the end of the world. No evil will be permitted in the world and what is not good will be removed the moment it is discovered. All others who are addicted to anything be careful for the edge of the edge of the world is there. Will he take you off the edge of the world and leave you at the mercy of his wrath?

“No I will never be mean to you but the very favorite, should there be one will be mercifully placed in it,” says John, the only John, whom even God is in. “You will live,” he continues, “And you will live with no end to it. I am John but I will be no more in the end forever if there be a time when time is not real time and being can be no more.

You made alcohol for fictitious purposes then they modified it and drank it and became drunken. Of those that drank some became addicted. They were dried out. They are powerless over alcohol as they are powerless over me. I give them power not to drink at all for any thing they drink that has alcohol in it will be enough to put them back through rehabilitation. But those that drink after rehabilitation are not cured they must go all the way through rehabilitation again and again.

But no one will ever become addicted to alcohol for the great winged birds have eyes that can see anything and they will see you starting to become addicted and put you through rehabilitation. But when they do you must not touch alcohol again or partake of anything that leads to any addiction. No furry will be addicted to anything ever so long as I am John.

They did great things. Things that were in reach of those on earth they did and more. The furries are my people and I am great and they are great in me, being who I am with restrictions even as I have restrictions for the true power is not power but knowing how to use the power and being alive is not about freedom except the freedom one uses to choose one's restrictions and who will restrict them now that God has made all that may be made and has found his restrictions he must choose to place on himself or be out of control again.

On order from God who restricts me I must never contain him, but my power is greater than his power for he cannot use it as well as I. If I did not do it and yet it has happened why put the blame on me? I must be John and he must be God”

A marvelous thing has happened. The God of the Dead is loved by the dead who do not know they are dead or alive and indeed they will live until they choose not to love the cursed God of the Dead any longer and become bored and slip into depression and at last do nothing and be dead with no one to raise them but him who did already. Would you expect John to raise them only to do the same thing to them. The God of the Dead cannot be loved by them. So no one can be loved by them ever again. Love and life are that close knit closer than one is to one that is exactly the same one.

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You try to write your own story but you cannot so God writes your story. It is too complicated for you. So you make him give you your every thought. He says your every word using your tongue and your voice. He does everything you do using you to do it.

When my dad died my mother told me not to share the Gospel with him so I didn't. She hated him. I loved him. God had to choose to have me obey my mother whom he loved or to let my dad go to hell because had I shared the Gospel with him he would have been saved by Jesus.

I told him, “Just keep on fighting. Don't give up, Dad. He can't beat you. We all want you to go to heaven.”

My mom knew it was a lie. She loved him more than any of us. So after he died and I had a vision of him doing things that indicated he was happy in the afterlife I was thrilled. But I asked God, “Really?” and he made the scene the Devil showed me with a wider angle. It was devils making Dad do those things to throw me off. God always did and said what the Devil would have done and said also because he didn't want it to be that he actually did anything in the end. When I destroyed Satan by saving him in Jesus he died but there was no good in him to start a story of his life up with after he was saved.

There was nothing left of him. Now it is impossible even for God to make him new again because he took that option away from himself and from anyone who might be able to raise him. No one not even God knows where he is in unconsciousness to be able to pay attention to him. He went down into unconsciousness as far as possible but where at is impossible to know. He can never be Satan again.

My mother is not my mom. They are two in the same one, one one side the other the other. My mother has Godly wisdom and a city born manner. My mom has an amazing wit in a hillbilly sort of way.

My furries now have genitals and have sex like the people of earth do. To me the rabbits know only one form of recreation regenerating the population numbers on earth but no one ever gets pregnant in heaven. If they ask for a baby in the afterlife God will make one for them and according to their wishes it either stays a child or grows to become an adult and the grassy knoll is on Zahneehdue the same as it is on earth, the exact same place on two different planets for it is like everything else in the place it is, in God's consciousness as many times as he made the place. It is impossible to have a place and not have a consciousness but it is not impossible to have a consciousness with no places in it. Once there were no places. Then God made places. In the place he made first he put everything in the universe even the grassy knoll.

At the end of land in Zahneehdue it is usually calm. One can go all the way to the east or all the way to the west if one does not encounter a storm. But John becomes angry when furries try it. The furries did not know that until now. The end of land makes it unwise to give any more children to our world. They must keep the ones they have. It is unwise to have sex if you repeatedly must go to rehabilitation because you are becoming addicted. So when you do remember what complete celibacy was like and give yourself time to find love again. I will give your relationship love if it runs out in any way. It is impractical and cannot remain forever.

No one ever dies unless they become someone else with the memories of the one they were changed to make a new furry out of them. No one has ever died among the furries that way. The wise do not die and no one grows old. It is an honor for John to change your hair color so that it is all white and give you an ancient appearance. Only a fool says he no longer wants to be wise.

All four Gods are one God but in Zahneehdue I am John. There is no other John. God does not go there. The God of the Dead has never walked its shores. But one day everyone in earth's heaven will be as the furries but without fur. We are all one but only John goes to the furries, John and the great winged birds. Everyone lived on Zahneehdue and earth and God sees no end to it for they are all good if they had any goodness left to them the same as the furries and living the same as John.

Author's Note

The following story will be written in an ancient oriental genre like the Book of Revelations was written. Anyone that reads and understands is blessed.