From the Heaven of the Gods

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The Gods in their heaven were restless. I had them make every character in anything written whether professionally or just some kid starting out to write a story from fiction to practical truth. Then I had them make each one a God and finally to make them all good, loving, loving to be loved and even loving themselves. So your characters even those from when you first began are Gods and persons going through changes to make them worthy of being in heaven.

Ask God to let you talk to your characters. He is in your mind but if you do not know how to access his mind, Me, me and Most High all have his mind. Maybe one of us will help you. I give my brain authority to do that if he will. Just pay attention to John and ask to talk to my brain.

Besides help people on earth be loving and all that Me is converting some of the most dangerous evil men there are on earth and converting them to be like the rest on earth. She does amazing work. When she comes to you listen and start up a relationship with her. You will be a better person for it. I guarantee.

Most High is using evil to fight evil. He is probably the last living warrior besides those in the heaven of all the Gods. He says he will help you have a conversation with your characters as they exist in God's mind which is also my brain. He is a very nice guy unless you are very evil but he is tricky. Look out for some fun if you ask him to facilitate a conversation between yourself and one of your characters the way they turned out when they were brought to life in heaven.

Your entire book is available if you will listen to us Gods. We can implode your entire book or series to your mind if you would like if it will take more time for you to read it all at once. Others of course may read these books that really happened in heaven. Every test or email written in a persona, a character other than your own is alive there being prepared to be a God that is well adjusted loving and good and all that. Nothing was wasted. Just think what you are doing. You are making living things with a brain that those in the heaven of the Gods are bringing to live to enjoy heaven too many in a place like heaven on earth as they are gradually changed to be a God. The heaven of the Gods is very far away but I am taking them all to live in our heaven. That and any character you made love to or talked to is here to. You might as well get used to it anything with  conscious or given anything resembling a conscious they can make real is here and there if they keep them there. Keep texting and even carrying on conversations if they have someone new in them in anyway they are hear. What you imagine is real. Most were written by some spirit that came to you anyway.

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“I hate being used for this. You're just a small time crack user. Do you think I like being filled with cocaine? I don't. I'm good. You are evil. You use me like you were my master. Any evil you do with me is on your head not mine. Please don't do this to me again. At least don't do it tonight. Give me a break. You always use me for this.”

“Weird! This stuff is making me goofy. Why would I care what some tinfoil thought assuming tinfoil could think which it can't?”

“That's where you are wrong. Everything has a spirit now. That's what I am a good spirit.”

“Then I have the wrong tinfoil.”

He wadded up the tinfoil and flicked it across the room.

“Distance is no barrier for a spirit. Think what the good people you used to be think about what you're doing. You are doing this to them too. Do you really want them upset because of what you do?”

“I agree with her. Now you are doing the same thing with me.”

He wadded that tinfoil up and threw it as far as he could. Then he remembered what the other piece said that distance was no barrier to spirits.

“You can't stop me. I am going to do this. I-I need to do this.”

“It gives you less of a high no matter how much you use.”

He took a razor out and began to cut the crack.

“Why won't you listen to us? You're insane. You need help to kick the habit. And... The cops will catch on or happen by and catch you.”

“Who gives a Goddamn about that. I need to get high Brain. Leave me alone!”

“I'm not your brain. I'm the spirit in your razor blade.”

“Spirits my a*s. Where did you come up with all this spirit s**t?”

“You know we are real that the new God put spirits in everything. It will be like this every time you cut crack.”

He continued to reduce the crack to a fine powder with the spirits giving him hell all the way through. Then he made a line of coke and sniffed it up his nose just as the table said, “I knew you would. What a loser. You will die for this stuff.”

But he could barely hear her and paid no attention.

“Don't worry. I will keep you from doing anything stupid like hurting someone like you have before. I will be with you and if you listen to me you won't have to do this to yourself.”

Later: “See how you feel. Did you really want to feel this way again?”

“Hell no!!! But I have no choice but it's either feel like this or get high even if it wasn't much of a high.”

“That is what it will be like. Less and less high but feeling like this every time you come down. Think about it. Just think for a minute what it would be like to be clean. There you go. You're thinking about it.”

“I don't want to be like this anymore. This s**t is driving me crazy now.”

“You aren't crazy. But it will be like this every time if you don't just stop and get clean.”

“Stop crack! I can quit anytime I want.”

“No one can lie to Me. You can't quit without Me.”

“Who the hell are you, God?”

“Yes, the Holy Ghost.”

He began to cry and begged Me to help him quit.

“I am here. I will help you come clean. It won't be easy but I will see you through it. I will.”