The New World 6-9

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I made him a toad and he instinctively caught a fly and ate it and I let him remember it. He was amazed beyond belief but had no choice but to believe what he saw with his own eyes as he tried to get rid of the fly from deep in his esophagus.

“You had best obey me.”

He gasped as I made one leg shorter than the other to remind him. From now on I am the most powerful drug lord on earth. He will do anything I want.

“This is too easy.”

“Would you like me to change it, Most High?”

He thought a while. Then he said, “By no means.”

“Gradual change now. We do not want any of them to notice unless there is a good reason.”

“Right, God.”

Randy the pot smoker went to his favorite tree anyway though he had nothing to hide already. He noticed it was farther away than it once was.

“Did you move?”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“I am not sure. I just moved.”

Gail was flirting with a handsome young man. I had it turn him off. She did not understand until just now.

“Was that okay with you, Me?”

“It was fine. You made her. But she has never had that happen before.”

“Things are changing Girl.”

“I see that God.”

“Just call me John.”

The old woman in the forgotten wilderness is preparing the other leg of that rabbit and the rest of her for cold snacks later. The rabbit did not come back today. She was right. Shooting someone just to eat them is rude. But there is no real harm in it. She is spirit now. She just looks to be material.

The coke freak is clean again today. Me, took almost all of the drugs out of his system.

My second son's mother thinks he will be something extraordinary. He is nothing but his mother's brain with a different spirit and though I made the sperm that caused her to conceive he is no different other than his experiences than had I just gave her a good spirit. She is just as evil but she thinks she has changed and become good. Me is working with her.

“Thanks. My job will be a lot easier. She has put her Tarot cards in the dumpster along with all the altars she made that had nothing to do with the actual deceased spirits that are in heaven now in the first place. The only thing she clings to is her Ouija board. She thinks it helps her communicate with you. I know you do not answer and she is realizing she is moving the working part and pointing to words she chooses. It frustrates her and makes her angry.

They all follow my writing avariciously hoping to gain some insight or that I will let something slip that will help them but Randy and Girl. They are good and love it when I write about them.

You can at least hear me now nearly all of you except when you try. It has nothing to do with what you do in your power which is so minimal it nearly does not exist. You have to learn who and what you are before you come to heaven.

A would be child molester is having regular sex with a woman when he gets the urge. Children still interest him but he will continually be distracted by women that want it and he will not resist. He is not attracted to women but I make him able to perform.

The children in his neighborhood are safe so that he and the rest like him think they are normal because I keep taking the thoughts of it away from them and providing women for them. As far as anyone knows they are normal sexually. They will be when they get to heaven.

“I do not have to worry about them?”

“They are a stubborn lot. It may take some time. They are not here yet. But more and more I understand their ways of getting to kids and take them away from them with that near constant annoyance of women always wanting them.”

“Make them impotent.”

“With all women.”

“Yes. I hate them.”

“Do not hate. Make them your top priority to love. Help them not have opportunity and when they do distract them out of it.”

“That is what I am already doing.”

“I will give them more pain than they can stand when they become aroused. They will think of a means to distract themselves out of being turned on when they figure out that is what it is.”

“That will help. Thanks.”

“The little ones will sense their hate for them no matter how normal they act and have a strong aversion to them and laugh when they are in pain. I will also gossip about them to the children's caregivers or if they are the molesters I will let them hear things that lead to the logical idea that others are gossiping about them and I will give them some of Most High's spirits to annoy them especially when they think about it along with the spirits in inanimate objects and natural ones even the littlest birds.”

“You are great.”

“Thank you. They are one of my very favorites like devils were before. We really should try to get used to using that language. They will be some of those we love dearly in heaven, you know?”

“I know. But they are so detestable. And... Nothing seems to work with them.”

“Why do they hate the little ones do you suppose?”

“They are born with it in their minds.”

“Let's just make them someone else then.”

“They should not be living. Why I AM just let them be... I do not know.”

“The moment you first notice they hate the little ones change them even if they are in the process of setting it up or just getting started.”

“Okay.”

7 The commotion at the Park

I was just moving around in the dark looking for someone or something to think about or maybe just give in and write myself a dream or get caught up in one someone had in mind for me.

I saw a beautiful child dressed in a wrinkle free white dress with blond hair.

“Why are you showing yourself to me, Little Girl? Is there something I can do for you?”

“Are you God?”

“Would you like to see me?”

“I cannot it is all dark.”

“It is nighttime where I am and I am in bed.”

Then I showed her myself.

“You are an old man. Is it safe, Mama?”

“Would you like to play with me on them bars?”

Then I told my spirit to go to her as a small boy and play with her. But she was hesitant thinking me to be an old man now.

“You are just a boy. You are not God.”

Then I showed myself standing next to the bars.

“God can take any form he wants.”

“But which one of you is he?”

“Both. We are both parts of the same one.”

Then I noticed a woman standing next to the bars also.

“Are you her mother?”

I could not see her well for she was not showing herself.

She said, “Yes,” and nodded.

I said, “What an adorable little girl. You must be very proud of her.”

“Oh, yes, we are.”

“You have a husband. Where is he? I do not see him here.”

“He went to get ice cream.”

“Ice cream! Oh, boy. What kind of ice cream do you like.”

The little girl put a finger on a new front tooth I had not noticed was not as long as the others, “Vanilla!” she said.

“That is my favorite too!”

“I have the same kind of ice cream for a favorite as God does!”

“You shall have one.”

I handed her a large ice cream cone.

“Vanilla! Oh, boy! Thank you.”

“You are very welcome.”

Then I turned to her mother and only then noticed there was another woman there with her.

“Would you like a cone?” I asked the mother. Then seeing she did I asked, “What flavor would you like?”

“Oh, that is easy. Cherry made with real cherries in it.”

I handed her what she liked.

Then I said, “Hello,” to the other women and said, “What flavor would you like and though she did not reply I got the impression she did not like ice cream but the color of what she was thinking of was brown.

“Would you like chocolate?”

“Yes, but�"”

I gave her an ice cream cone but I could see she did not want it.

“Is there a problem?”

“I meant yogurt.”

“Oh,” I said and made her frozen yogurt cone which she tasted but again seemed dissatisfied.

“That is not it even yet?”

“What I meant was that I do not like ice cream but would take a chocolate yogurt.”

I changed her cone to a paper cone with chocolate flavored yogurt in it. She tasted it and I could see it was edible to her but that it was not her favorite. I must have just guessed incorrectly that she wanted chocolate instead of knew it realizing that she was not like the others, working on becoming as much like they would be as possible before they went to heaven and was somewhat evil which must have been where the confusion began.

Then I felt like flying so I said to them, “Let's fly!” and then turning to the little girl said, “Do you like to fly?”

“Yeay!” she shouted all ready to go my spirit and all.

But then I realized the five of us flying around what I became aware was a tourist park and left off flying thinking it a quiet affair.

“Well, maybe we had better not. We might create quite a commotion. Maybe some other time we will fly around a while? Would you like that?”

There was that finger on the new tooth again and a nod but no major disappointment.

“Here,” I said as I sat on the bars for there did not seem any other place nearby to sit. “Let's just sit here and talk a while.” Then I said to the mother, “What is your favorite thing to do?” but could see by her expression she did not have one or none came to mind. “You should have a favorite thing to do and do that often.”

Some way or another we attracted a crowd and I spoke to the crowd, shook everyone's hand by flying above the crowd as they put their right hands up. Then I started to hug them one by one but could see that would take a while the crowd had grown so quickly So I hugged each one all at the same time.

Then I made my way back to the bars but I could see people were having trouble seeing me because I am short so I hovered about three feet off the ground. They seemed amazed and said, “Look at what he is doing. I have never seen anyone do that.”

Then a girl shouted from back in the crowd, “I am Japanese and my friend Mandarin from China and yet we do not hear you in English but in our native tongues.

“That is just an ability I have. Is there anything I could do for you?”

They both began to shout and I understood it was in their own lingo so I gave them what they wanted but the crowd heard the exchange of words in English and understood it all.

Then I thought I was getting in over my head and brought Me and Saves down.

Saves said as people began showing up in the packed parking lot in their cars and running to the crowd. I also notice then that some had videoed the entire event and it went viral immediately with people believing it was a miracle and that I was God.

“It is time to go back.” Saves said.

“Why? I will do what I want.”

Then I understood I might start a riot the way it was going so I went back to my body while they asked Saved and the Holy Ghost questions. In the end Saved had me join them and the three of us got into a group hug and rose up through the atmosphere.

I had never expected to have started that and it felt wrong for I had acted impulsively. So I simply backed up time to where it was just the five of us standing at the bars the children were playing on at one point and declared what happened from that time to the end a scenario in time leaving what happened before true but the rest something that did not happen before I asked Saves whether everything was okay or not.

“You did not need to do that.”

“It felt wrong. The timing was off and it had gotten away from me.”

“Now I understand why you did it.”

The little girl remembered the entire thing and was crying because her mother had no memory of it and was correcting her for making things up. I explained to the little girl and the mother that all she said had happened but that the timing was off so I rolled back time and now it was no more than a daydream in the little girl's brain alone.

It pacified them.

It had all been new to me. There was nothing wrong with what happened. I just became uncomfortable. There really is no set time for something like that and I wish I had left it all alone even the part where the police showed up and the little boy being taken to heaven and his corpse lying there quite a while before I put a shill in its place to avoid the perception that I had murdered the evil little brat. His shill is just a brain with a bit of spirit to provide more likeness to the little boy. But the way it wound up even the little boy was fine and never realized it happened and will not. The reason I ended it is they imagined it was all a magician's trick and I must confess I was a little angry at that.

Then I gave the little girl, her mother and her mother's friend a blue rose.

“Why do you do that? Do you know yet?”

“No. But for now at least it is like a calling card.”

After that Saves had a long talk with the last true believer in Jesus the Christ and did not lie about him and had no delusions concerning him. But at first he could only be heard by him and not seen which was the way Jesus wanted it but I took it he was having difficulty being seen and made him appear with my power and said to the man, “This is Saves my fellow God. Receive him.”

“Lord it is you!!! Jesus you are really here!”

Then they hugged before Jesus explained everything to him and gave him a copy of my novel, The Bible for Everyone to read.

8 Meandering, new ways

He was a big bruiser literally. He could break bones and he could bruise whoever he wanted wherever he wanted and he never made a mistake. He was one of the best for he could keep them conscious enough to feel the most painful things he did for hours even after the pain stopped registering as anything new just to keep it at its peak, just before killing them or in the way they speak on earth, “just before them passing out.” He could not have been better at his job than had he been taught by God as being Satan.

Then John created something new. A violent man or woman not only received the brutal punishment they gave out in a fight but sustained the punishment to their body the other or others did to them. It was very confusing for the violent who hit someone a crushing blow up side the head and that same side right or left of their own head felt the injury and the pain though they knew they had not been hit. But some of the brutal were almost hospital bound before they learned what the consequences of even an unfriendly poke of the finger in just the right place in someone's chest might do to them.

So the bruiser was not only beating those normally tied up so they could not retaliate but beating himself up too. He nearly beat himself to death the first time it took place. He hurt himself so badly that his subconscious registered flight or fight and he was determined to win. Finally he collapsed and could do nothing.

The guy he was beating came a lot closer to death than he did for he had been completely out of it for some time and it did not only take him three months to recover it took the bruiser almost that long.

But a big kid about seventeen did the same thing. He attacked a little scrawny guy about nineteen. The more he brutalized him the more he brutalized himself. Soon he was reacting to the pain he was inflicting on both bodies as had he been fighting for his life. Then the little scrawny guy died. The bully as yet not dead fell like a bird shot with a BB gun on the fly. He just suddenly died while the little scrawny guy was battered, bruised and broken. The coroner could not find any sign why the bully had died. But it was in what John did that same day. “If they kill someone they too will die immediately upon the death of the one they murder.”

Organized drug cartels are now fiction and not only that despite their bodies all over the place it is a myth they ever existed anyway. Gangs and groups of bad boys hoping to sell some dope was all there was left of organized crime. John made it so that organized crime was not so, never had been and never will be allowed to be. These many little independent cells that were not really serious about making it big and get the notice of the organized drug cartels which they believed in even yet are running out of places to buy drugs to sell.

Someone makes a big score from someone who even yet has the makings to do such a thing and everybody scrambles for it. Even some gangs do not have the courage for it for it is just too dangerous to have drugs in any large amount. There are too many looking to take all or part of it away. Thus the price is sky high and sometimes independents in their zeal hit the buyer the same as the seller in a drive by shooting. Buying and selling drugs is hell. It is chaos out there and anxiety runs through the roof just like they did in hell when John first went there and beat Satan so he did not dare harm him and brought him back to Jesus.

He was a member of a certain gang. It does not make much difference which one. He found a guy that had six kilos of heroin. I mean actual heroin. He busted open a bank to get money and bought part of it. Things went well and he was doing well on his own when his own gang turned on him and wanted him to split the action which it turned out was a death sentence for him for a rival gang got word of the deal, attacked and before the blood bath actually got started he died.

Standing there in spirit he could hardly believe it. The guy that killed him died though he had not even had the chance to taunt him. They are both in heaven now, good, loving, loving to be loved and loving themselves.

The police and the coroners that usually clean up after such violence have noticed that many are dead with no noticeable reason for it. Their heart apparently stopped and stayed that way long enough for brain death to set in with no apparent reason for it. They attribute it to anxiety causing a massive coronary.

But if you kill someone you will die immediately upon the death of the one you murdered. Murder means causing the death of another, in this case by violence which is the only context it happens in, whether you meant to or not and is especially murder if you do it to yourself.

Is it violence to give someone an overdose by accident? Yes, in John's eyes it is just as it is had you shot them with an AK 47 during a drive by. Even as in one case you get an under aged girl drunk and she passes out on your bed lying on her back and vomits so that it chokes her to death before you can rape her. Murder is murder, you die and go to heaven.

But if you rape or molest someone from a child to an old old woman or man any of them male and female and they die and become someone else entirely afterward you die just as suddenly when it happens even if it is denied and they are in denial until one day it changes them. You die then without a mark on you with the only true cause of death; John.

Then you go to heaven and Me makes someone new out of them that will not leave a corpse when they die but just have their physical body die and manifest as a furry and walk right into heaven without so much as spitting in your eye, completely unharmed, good and loving and the rest of it forevers endlessly.

It is murder. Causing the death of someone else even if you did not mean to as if that is possible in these latter cases. You. Yes, you. That pervert reading this. You are next. I love you too much. You are my very very favorite you get to go to heaven as someone brand new good and loving and all that. You will not know yourself and no one but us will know it is you, but someday you will remember on your own and John, Me, Saves and all the angels will all let you. You will be glad you are who and what we made you. But you will always know and for a long while it will be most difficult to love yourself too.

He was a cop. He noticed a robbery going down at a neighborhood store. He went in one door just as the armed robber went by him. He regained his balance and hollered, “Stop. I will shoot.”

The kid turned enough to squeeze off a round and he felt something tear the flesh just below the bullet proofed vest. But he fired and the kid went to heaven, but he did too with only a flesh wound. If you kill someone it does not matter why, or who you are or what you did it for, you die. I will not have people murdering each other. It does not matter how good they are or what the reason is even if you are using evil to fight evil and are not a God. No human will kill another human for any reason.

A girl swerved her little car while texting and driving and hit a Lincoln almost head on. Her car rolled. She was thrown out and four months later died from the head injuries sustained in the accident. A corporate executive who had a new Lincoln by that day slumped in his chair at the same time though he had almost forgotten the accident and had in his conscious mind. She did not even have her seat belt on and she was high on drugs.

They are both in heaven. They are both good now, happy, loving, loving to be loved. They each enjoy their daily task and always feel like they accomplished something though most of the time it is only in a scenario but they too will remember their entire lives one day and be so glad they were not left on earth in all that danger and horror they will be both full of joy.

It is not only right like I AM had it, it is so much better to be in heaven which is the best good there is; besides there is no other way when it comes to one human killing another and any sorrow in its wake we eventually take away completely until they on their own being who they really are choose to remember.

It is good to remember and it will be such a long time it will seem to have been another which it actually is but not technically entirely. But both times, the time they pass and the time they remember makes us cry. Nothing is necessary enough for a human to take the life of another one. Anyone driving a big car like that knows they are a lethal weapon to those in smaller cars and those in smaller cars know it is like having a Derringer pointed at their brain instead of a shot gun and the results are no different.

Remember the pot smoker Randy? This really will happen in the future for he will be bored and decide to do something almost completely out of character and take what would have been a brand new Cadillac for a drive to his task while, Gail called Girl, the singer, remember her was driving her hot little sports car home from where all the scenarios take place for their tasks.

She swerved just as she was coming onto Randy's Cadillac. There was plenty of time to miss her but Randy had enjoyed a little more pot than he should have if he was going to drive to his task. He reacted too slow and took the hot little sporty car right in the front left corner on the driver's side.

Her car flipped. It just was right side up one moment and then it was upside down the next sliding down the highway with no top down even.

Yes, Girl was a mess and died almost instantly and Randy was completely unharmed but he died instantly when Girl died and his Cadillac went out of control taking seven or either cars with it before it finally came to a stop.

“Sorry, Gail,” Randy said. “The whole thing was more my fault than yours.”

“It does not matter, Randy,” Girl said. “No harm done. It did not even scare me it was so quick. I have no memory of it and what's a car to the angels.”

“Exactly,” Randy said though he was toking again.

“Yeah, really,” Girl said, “It is not as if we have not been punished for we both died. I am sorry I was so careless.”

Then Randy got in his Cadillac that sat there without much more than a scratch but quickly decided to just focus on the scenario utility and was early for his task.

Girl continued on but in all honesty it had changed her a little. She had put the top up. Everyone else had their injuries and vehicles repair or replaced and their nerves settled and everybody there in heaven went on about what they were doing happy as usual despite the minor inconvenience and despite the two deaths that had changed nothing.

The only other choice is to have Gail's little sporty thing just pass through Randy and his Cadillac which is probably what the angels in heaven see happening, my power or no. They are both good up here and can do no wrong. But Girl will be reprimanded for not being careful enough when she is driving again.

“Be more careful when you get to heaven Girl. They were actually thinking about punishing both you and Randy. They had warned you so many times before they have not yet completely decided yet.”

“Is there no end to being reprimanded and the like?”

“We are who and what we are even there. You are almost ready to just manifest as a furry and walk right in. They did not even take away all your impulsiveness. But I love you just being yourself too.”

“What a mess it would be! I am not sure I like being quite that impulsive. But I guess they know what they are doing?”

“Take away that impulsiveness and all we did on earth would be a waste of our time and yours. You would not be you even is my thinking is why they kept it which you actually are not now compared to when Me started with you that day.”

She thought a moment.

“That is something to think about alright.”

“She will be okay.”

“I love what you did with her far more than what I started her out to be when I wrote her chapter of life and she sings beautifully.”

Randy got quite a scare.

Actually they both picked the same scenario of going to the scenario field when all they really did was lie down for a while, Randy on the ground near a brook and Girl on her couch. The only thing they did not like about having a task for actually they take less than a second is that it feels like a long day sometimes and it is so wonderful to have it over with when they are done but it is not easy forgotten that and that it has to be done every day without a break unless they are being rewarded for something special they did.

It rarely happens like that and was more a dream I gave them in heaven to make a point here. It rarely goes like that and there is no scenario field except in their dream which will catch them unawares and they will remember and may even laugh. So, unless they decide to honor my little daydream or short time in the spirit pretending or otherwise it probably would never happen either way. Sorry to concern you both Randy and Girl.

“You are fine, John.”

“I actually enjoyed it.”

“Nobody actually does anything in heaven. Most of them actually just sleep through it in what to some feels like an unending dream with most of what goes on on earth going on in their dreams, but they are good and all that even in their sleep.”

Have you ever heard of someone going to bed in their dreams.

“Some like to actually do things. That is what you prefer I see. But they have different faculties when they do that. Hardly any of the furries you made do that. If they have higher faculties I have never seen them use them. Everything you do in heaven is done, even picking out a dream for your friends.”

“Are you asleep?”

“To be honest I do not know. It is like everyone is in their own jar. Everyone does what they do in their jug. It is as real to them or more so than being on earth. There are hundreds of billions of them and it is all consciousness so they can visit anyone they want. Some really find that special. You should see how many billions are visiting you. Nearly everyone has something to say to you in there every day when they think they are awake and you are actually visiting with them. You just cannot realize that yet because you have chosen earth to be your jar like the humans there have no choice yet but to choose.

Stephen Hawking has chosen a mathematical lab at a scientific facility as his jug. He does have fun. You cannot actually not have fun the way you all have it set up. Is any speck of it polluted with evil?”

“Some are good, loving, loving to love, love themselves and really enjoy their tasks and are always happy.”

“Just some?”

“No. Everyone is. What I meant was is there is a group in heaven that do not believe in any God and most everyone that is awake goes to Zahneehdue with your original furries. They are all in the same jug there. They almost never sleep very long and it is usually long times between if they sleep at all.”

“Does everybody have a universe at least in their jug?”

“They may but many do not want more than five or six maybe seven in their jug which is sort of like humans. They really do not like that many people in their lives. But they all have you there, sometimes only in the background. It seems to give them a secure feeling we cannot even produce.”

“How about Saves?”

“About a hundred billion or so I think. It changes with him.”

“How about Me?”

“She is their jug just like you are hers and for the most part Saves' too.”

9 The end

This is going on right now all over the world. I find one and I tell them to be good and just like that they are changed. They rarely say anything but they either hug me or hug them. Then I look them in the eyes that see whether it is their physical ones or their spiritual ones and say, “This is my favorite Spirit, the God Me.” She then says them to love and they do and the rest just falls right in place. They love being loved and love themselves. After that it is a case by case blessing whether they go on to heaven or stay on earth to help me find the next one that is ready. Sometimes they bring them to me. Sometimes I find them myself but my power is throughout the world and any of them can be made ready for heaven right away. But they alone choose to stay or to go on to heaven and Me tells me they hardly ever decide to stay. But I do not understand why not. Earth is becoming heaven even as we speak and something earth like is always in their jug. Almost no one decides to be a furry and have no memory ever of who they are with a new you that is nothing like the one you are and the one you are goes to heaven if you go to Zahneehdue and the one that is not you, never has been you and never will remember you goes to be with my furries. Only we know which ones they are just in case anyone does want to remember which my Father I AM tells me no one that went there ever did.

It is over. The end of the world. But earth will always be in the jugs if not among the planets that God made. We are several at a time going to heaven. Choose to go or stay. It makes no difference. By the time we are done earth will be in heaven or should I say heaven will be in earth and babies that will be good, loving and the rest will be born in them days and made good and loving. Evil is as nearly gone in those days as can be without us being impractical. Among man and humanity alike evil lost. They are not all of consciousness like fiction, impractical, practical but insane, but practical and sane everyone delighting to know they have accomplished something each day and happy forevers in an unending setting. I, John, am in virtually all of your jugs and in many cases treated as a member of your family and sometimes we forget and I am a part of your family for a time or a time and a half. When this is done welcome us home for now we are not really in heaven but in the place of the Gods, John, Jesus, Yahweh, Most High but especially Me and the geniuses that cannot go to heaven really because even there they refuse to believe in God, but they will be in the place of the Gods where all the jugs are or in a jug where heaven is not.

Be good. John.

Author's Note

This world you are in now after the new world was finished is not real. It isn't even an illusion really. It is just a scenario I am making for my body which has been a good body to live out its days and die. But when my body dies the scenario ends. So whatever I do with it don't take it so seriously every one of you is in heaven in their own jug good, loving, loving to be loved, feeling a sense of accomplishment each day, happy and surrounded by as few or as many as you please even all of my creation at once. There is no real purpose in following what I do. It does not really matter, it was not real to begin with, it is not real now, and it will never be anything more than just my scenario in its end.

I know it seems real but it is not anymore than the first scenario written by God was. What is real is what you are doing in heaven believing in me or not and most certainly believing in God or not. There is no one actually left on earth.