complete an essay and submit it for publication

I’m almost finished with my essay class and I’m really going to miss it. I feel better about my writing and I’m more confident aobut my ability to write something publishable.

I can’t belive how much I love this class. I am feeling more confident about my writing ability and I think I finally understand the importance of editing. My goal is to be published this year but I don’t see how that will happen. I also want to perform for 2nd story and RUI. I think I am on the right track.

i wrote an essay for my newspaper about what is the biggest problem teens face, i’ll let you know.

there is an esssay contest in my city. i am already writing. the topic is.. what do you think is the biggest issue your generation faces?
my answer: the idea that in order to be comfortable with yourself you must find comfort in others. kids these days trick themselves into changing into something extreme to find freidns that “understand” them?? when did the meaning of understand change?

MY INAUGUAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD

(Free to reprint)

Alvin Miller

September, 2005

www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/

.                                                       PREFACE

Important note:  Read my 1986 booklet (at www.angelfire.com/crazy/spaceman/) before you read this.

What follows is a rough draft transcript (subject to change when I actually give it) of my inaugural address (presumably in Washington, D. C.?) before global television at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead, after I have  raptured out billions! -  corpses laying on the ground - a fairy dump - rabbits running in the ditch.  Feel free to believe what I've set down here are the ravings of a madman, because that is precisely what they are!  I have assembled this book in a series of vignettes.  Norman O. Brown, my mentor,  used a similar technique.   You'll find I use terminology that may seem alien to Christianity:  wizards, witches and fairies, etc.  Part of the problem that the King James Bible mistranslated the word sorcery  referring to potions.  This is strictly adult material.  This is off limits to children, and this means you.  You'll note that  the tabs are often wrong.  This is due to malfuntion of the the word processor.

MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
In addition to a marker for their faith, virgins will have a V on their armband. Those with a V are eligible for my High Command. Those who are chaste will add a C. Those who’ve been faithful to their spouses will add M for married.

Instant Prophet

I can make anyone an instant 100% accurate prophet.  What was the one thing that everyone knew in the Roman Empire at the time Jesus was preaching in Gallilee, even without newspapers? They all knew that in the Roman Cities, especially Rome itself, they were having fabulous orgies.  The automatic consequence is that Rome was going to fall.  And we have had even better,  more astonishing orgies starting in the late sixties.  The only thing that slowed it down somewhat was AIDS.  The orgies held in Rome can't hold a candle to the orgies we've had here.  Thus, Western Civilization is toast.  The horse (Western Civilization) we're riding has keeled over.  And there's no use beating a dead horse. The writing's on the wall!  The moving finger has writ!  Tis nothing less than the end of the world!  The stars are falling out!  As Chicken Little proclaims, 'the sky is falling!'  Chicken Little is on movie screens November, 2005.

The Witches

I'm here on a mission.  I've come to remove all the dolls!  These are dreamgirls, and that is precisely where they should be.  You should never be able to see them in flesh and blood.  I'm going to put them in back your dreams where they belong.  And after I remove them, you'll dream about them at night – you'll  remember how gorgeous they looked and have wetdreams about them.
I'm going to take them all back to  where they came from – back to Witch Mountain.  That's their home – they like it there.  And at night when the moon comes out, they'll all strip naked, join hands in a circle, and do the moondance, the Witch's Sabbat.  I am going to make sure and keep  them there once I have them there, and you'll see no more dolls.
This is a Witch Hunt!  The one and only original Witch Hunt, and I'm the Witchfinder General!  Let me be clear.  I'm not talking about the little pagans or wiccans.  There aren't many of them, and they are all nitwits.  They don't have any power at all.  If they were real witches they would recognize the millions of powerful witches, the dolls, we have here in Hell.

My Favorite Sport

Now I want to describe my favorite sport.  It is the sport of aristocrats, the sport royalty, the sport of kings and the sport of Gods.  This is how I did my magic act and raptured billions out.  What I do is a dance. Quoting the song: '“I got a new dance, and it goes like this'”  But actually, it's an ancient dance going back to the Stone Age shamans.  This is the dance that all native medicine men do.  
Let me give some names for my what I do:  Rain Dancing, Rain Making, Doing The Swerve, Space Fucking, Fairy Fucking and finally the best and most descriptive name:  Fairy Bowling. Feel free to practice this by yourself or in groups.  Develop your own style.  Have fun with it.     
I stand and start flipping, flinging, flipping, flinging, flipping.  As a wizard, I'm going to call up a rainstorm, thunder and lightning (holding my arms up, I start flipping , flinging,  flipping). This is the gesture that priests use when sprinkling holy water.  I'm a thunder roarer!  I get it working, get it working, flipping, flinging.  What am I flipping?  It never was about liquid H2O, water.  What I am flipping is sperm.  I get it working, working and after a while the slime starts flying here, there and everywhere.  Eventually it starts raining men planetwide.  My fellow mad people know about this rain that falls on a sunny day - a phrase  from a rock lyric.  The cliché bag lady who wears tin foil to protect herself knows about the lightning I send.  Mad people use the metaphor of being struck by lightning or electricity.  But it is just drops of jism.  When you're struck by jism, its hot and it sizzles, and you think of lightning or electricity.                       The idea is:  in my mind's eye, I see her.  She's miles away, and there is no phone line. But I'm going to let her know that she's a gorgeous doll, and that I am the man she should be with,and not the man she is actually with.  It's a long distance love affair.  I'm going to send a guided missile straight towards her - a cruise missile.  She's standing there as my cruise missile comes whipping towards her.  Remember Lot's wife in Sodom.  She turned to stone – a pillar of salt.  So the doll is standing there and Bam! - she's hit on the head with the big wad of cum I sent her.  Her eyes roll up until you see the whites.  Her mouth drops open.  She goes rigid and starts wobbling like a top  -she turns to stone – and then Boom! She falls still rigid to the ground.  (I crook my elbow and hold my arm up and clench my fist.  I cup my arm in my other arm.  Then I start wobbling my arm round and round until, finally, it goes flat).  Fairy bowling!  The idea of the sport is to see how many tenpins – dolls – you can knock over.  I'm the best ever at the sport.  I can knock over millions of dolls!
 Was I feeling any grief over the people I raptured out when I called up my storm?  Not at all.  They were all only devils here in Hell.  They were all warned.  Simply read the Book of Revelation.  I and my angels have been blowing the horn repeatedly since the seventies and not a single one of you repented.  But I did have two concerns with respect to my fulfilling John of Patmos' promises.  First, I'm an elderly geezer and my member doesn't come up like it used to.  I was concerned I would fizzle out and remove only a few million.  That  wouldn't be enough to get you devils to change your behavior in the bedroom.  John of Patmos had promised a quarter to a third of the planet raptured out.  Secondly, when you call up a storm, there is always the danger that the wizard himself will get swept away, because it is uncontrollable and unpredictable.  Happily, I made it through, so that I could fulfill John of Patmos' promise that I would be standing here giving you the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead.

Defeating the Whore of Babylon

The question of the evening is:  Which man can bell the cat?  Which brave hero can slay the dragon?  Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon?  Which man can domesticate the Whore - pacify her and put her to sleep?  Perceptive observers have noted that the Book of Revelation has the structure of a fairy tale.  It is not a fairy tale is the sense of being a myth or being untrue.  One part of the fairy tale is the fairy test:  Which man can defeat the Whore of Babylon?  Being a fairy test, if any man attempts and fails, the Whore gobbles you up and drinks your blood.  Many men have tried, and all have been gobbled up by the Whore and had their blood drunk.  The Whore is not a supernatural entity.  She is simply the collection of all the dolls – all the millions of dolls.  When you approach her, she's gorgeous, and the first idea you have about how to pacify her is to unzip your pants and stick it in her.  If you try this way, you loose, and she gobbles you up and drinks your blood.  Instead, the way to defeat her is to keep your pants zipped up, raise you arm and slime her right between the eyes.  Her eyes roll up till you can see the whites and her mouth drops open.  You've put her under a spell, you've hypnotized her, she's pacified.  She goes to sleep.  'Ding dong!, The Witch is dead, the Wicked Old Witch!'

Getting You To Change Your Bedroom Behavior

Once we get to the New Jerusalem, everyone will know what everyone is doing in the bedroom.  This is not your private affair, or your own personal business.  It is vital that everyone knows exactly what everyone is doing in the bedroom.  Adam and Eve fell, because they were ashamed of their private parts.  We will not be ashamed of our private parts in the New Jerusalem.  We are going to fall again, but into innocence this time.  It will be public knowledge what we're all doing in the bedroom.                                               Nothing else matters.  It must be public knowledge  This is what is not done here in the West.  You may have a little knowledge about what your fellow workers are doing in bed, but overall you don't know as much as you need to know.                                                .    I'm going to tell the same story three different ways.  You are really going to have change your bedroom behavior.

Version 1:  If you as a man walk into Sodom, where the one thing you've got is a woman (you can also have a man if that's what you want). There is nothing else but total chaos and anarchy.  If in this place you cannot get laid, then suddenly you become an extremely important person .  Because all you have to do is get your willie working below your belt, and you can blow the place to smithereens!                                            .    Version 2:  Don't try to put me, God, in Hell.  Don't even think about it.  Satan is my servant and not vice versa.  If you do try, I 'll get my willie working below my belt and again blow the place to smithereens!                                            .    Version 3:  This is the stupid version.  My good man, your getting way to much.  It's good stuff. And you've got more than you can handle.  I'm horny and I need a woman.   You've lots of women and I have none.  What are we going to do about it with me standing here?  If you don't get your dick straightened out, how about me ripping your lungs out, friend!  I can't stand it, and I won't put up with it!
Who is the most degenerate sex fiend on the planet?  Satan is a notorious degenerate, but has access to all the most gorgeous dolls on the planet who are all in his service and at his beck and call.  His lusts get slaked.  For me it is water, water everywhere, but not a drop to drink.  

I Must Rule!

I was born to rule, and this is what you must let me do.  I came to power by blackmail.  I raptured out the people to demonstrate my power (just like the madman is my all time favorite movie,- 'The Brain from Planet Arous')   Like me, he was also a sex In the defunct Marxist states, everyone's every movement was under constant surveillance.  That was not what needed to be done.  The only thing that must be monitored is what everyone must know precisely what everyone else is doing in the bedroom.  Notfiend.   The blackmail was either I rule, or I remove lots more.  I have an agenda. The planetwide New Exodus is here, and I'm going to lead you to the New Jerusalem.  This process will take several centuries.  I'll say more later, but here's an indication.  The New Jerusalem is all the multimillion inhabitant cities in ruins, and there are be no longer any nation states, with the total population of the planet much less than one billion.          No matter how much you may legitimately hate my guts, I must  rule!  And I have more blackmail so I can accomplish my mission.  I am the only person on this planet that  possesses the roadmap to the New Jerusalem.  No one else has a single clue!  You have to be a fairy (which is the next topic) to possess it– it is a fairy treasure map.  It's inside my head.  I' ll have lots of goons and thugs around me to protect me, but even so it is quite true that you can take me out.  From your point of  view, that's what you'll want to do.  You'll go “This sucker's giving us pain.  Let's take him out.”  Here's where the blackmail comes in.  If you do take me out, the blackmail is that since I'm the only person with the roadmap, additional billions of corpses will be laying on the ground.  I'll take that trade off –my  life for the benefit of additional billions gone.
I'm going to save you a lot of tax money.  I work for free.  And the government that I will assemble will be a small fraction the size of the multimillion Federal Government.  You'll no longer have to pay salaries for the one hundred Senators or the four hundred plus Congressmen and their thousands of support staff.  The size of my Federal Government will be miniscule compared to the present one.

I'm a Fairy – In Fact, the King of the Fairies!

Freud had it right – the Oedipal Triangle.  The hunk, stud or gun I mentioned earlier is the father (in my unconscious).  And the doll is the mother.  And I'm the son of a gun, S.O.B.  When a stud fathers a child with a doll, you have the recipe to grow monsters, the Biblical Giants.  Actually, in my case my father was a sweet preacherman, and my mother was good, but I still turned out a monster.  I'm the Beast slouching toward Bethlehem that Yeats wrote about in his poem.  Norman O. Brown has James Joyce saying, 'not pater noster, but panther monster.'  Specifically, I'm a case of arrested development in my paranoid schizophrenia, an example of stunted growth.  I'm a dwarf.  How old am I?  My inner child, my emotional age is two years old.  A little child shall lead them says Isaiah.  They call it the terrible twos.  Children at that age own the world and are little tyrants.    Complete brats.  Now that I'm King of the World, I'm in the same position as that child - the world is mine!
I am forever young.  I am an authentic fairy, a Peter Pan.  And I definitely do not mean that I'm gay.  I'm the boy who couldn't grow up.  James M. Barrie's Peter Pan was partly autobiographical.  The New Jerusalem will be the perfect place for me, because there you do little work beyond puttering around in the garden, and a few other chores, There you don't have to accept adult responsibility.  The New Jerusalem has other names: Never Never Land or the Land of  the Lost Boys.
By the way, all  magicians are children in the body of a man.  Babies see objects appearing and abruptly disappearing without explanation.  That don't know that objects can't do this.  Most especially they see mommy with her milky teats appear and disappear without notice.  They haven't learned the constancy of objects.  Thus, they believe in magic, like magicians where objects are apported or vanished from thin air.  Real magicians, such as I am, again, are babies in a grown up body, and that is the basis of our power.                                                .    Sigmund Freud was right.  It's the oedipal relationship between mother and son.  If  you want to go instantly mad,  all you have to do is stick your head up your mother's dress, and sniff mommies' panties.  When you come out, you'll be drooling, raving maniac like me.

The Tarot Cards

If you go to a fortuneteller, you'll see them stack the Tarot cards in pile of suites.  This  shows they don't understand the cards.    The cards are simple narrative, start to finish, The cards must be laid out in order.  The 0 card is the Fool starting out his journey in life in tattered clothes with the dog nipping his heels.    With each new card he picks up new life experiences and strengths.  Near the end is the Tower of Babel card .  The Tower is being struck by lightning and has caught fire.    People are jumping out of the upper windows.  The Fool is the one causing these special effects.  And this precisely is what I did  during Tower of Babel World Trade Center attack, where in addition to the planes, separately I called up my invisible rain and lighting planetwide.  In the last card, the Joker/Fool, who has jest come to crown, the wild man from Borneo, stands as the hermaphrodite King of the World.  That's who you see.  Me.  Standing in front of you as King of the World!  However, I don't plan to wear an actual crown like the Fool.
Let me elaborate a moment on Mass Psychosis.  Both Freud and Jung taught that the unconscious is collective.  It is the common possession of all of us.  Everyone on the planet is wired together by means of this collective unconscious.  This is the transmission medium I use on my weird radio.  The message I send on it when I get inside your head is frequently garbled, and it fades in and out.  The transmission medium is not always clear.  Now that you see me in person, I can tell you straight out what the content of the message I was transmitting was.  It was:  'She's getting too hot.  Danger!  Danger!  The women are getting out of us men's control!'

Leaving the Fleshpots

Let's play the children's game.   Hot and Cold (holding up my arms).  You're cold. You're warmer.  Your getting hot.  Your the hottest!  Bingo! You found it.  It's my dick!  The bird is the word – the spermatic word as Norman O. Brown has it.  Sperm is the word of the Lord.  In the beginning was the word.  God said let there be light.  Translation:  My predecessor and his angels were sounding their trumpets to close out the latest cycle and begin a new one – sperm and slime flying everywhere rapturing out the people of the previous cycle.  Understand that this is not about your kissing my dick.  I'm not here to lord it over you. I'm no sadist.  I'm no bully.  Again,  I'm come to serve.  I'm the Good Shepherd come to rescue my lost black sheep (you devils here in Hell).  Just like Moses led the Hebrews out of the fleshpots of Egypt on the Exodus to the Promised Land.  I'm come to lead you out of the fleshpots of Hell on a New Exodus to the New Jerusalem.  I'm here to lay Satan down for the last time.  I am here to harrow Hell, in Christian terminology, And the nightmare that we're about to embark on will be with all of you and with me until we reach our physical graves.  After we go through what's coming up, I guarantee you Satan will never be loosed again.  You're getting ready to be punished for your faithful service to Satan – we're going to go through the Great Tribulation.  But let no one, including the idiot suicide bombers, denigrate the amazing scientific achievements, etc. you've accomplished in your service to Satan.  The last place I'd go for an update on the latest scientific advances is the suicide bombers.  What a bunch of morons!                                                .    Here in Hell all the men are under a literal witch's spell – that of the Whore of Babylon.  Men are literally sex slaves – beasts of burden - blinded and charmed by the dolls.  As a powerful wizard, I'm going to break that spell and wake all the men up.  In turn, I'm going to put all the women on the planet under a spell.  They won't be Stepford Wives or robots, but they will be walking around in broad daylight hypnotized.  And when I get that accomplished we will be in the New Jerusalem. 

Your Household

What I'm getting ready to say is the harshest thing I'll say all evening.  Look at your household.  Which divorce are you on?  Are you even married to the woman you're with? How many of you are single fathers and mothers?  It so evil for a man to father a child and leave her holding the bag.   We have babies having babies here.  And look at your children, the fruit of your loins.  How many step kids do you have?  I see there in your household that your kids are mongrels, mutts, half breeds, literal bastards (look it up in the dictionary) and worse.   Look  how you've squandered your precious seed packet, the only thing that's matters.  My own little seed packet has gone missing, so like you I am a dead man.  But I'm dead in a different sense than you.  I have no child, no issue.  Like Jesus, no one will carry my genetic information in the next generation.   

Instant Proof You're in Hell

You're roaring down the expressway.  Now,  look at the people in the cars on both sides of you.  Do you know who these people are?  Have you ever seen any of them before?  You can be certain you'll never see them again.  Do you know what they think and believe?  You're in a dangerous situation.  It is a situation ripe for paranoia.  For all you know they could be axe murderers, serial killers or child molesters.  You don't know.  And here in Hell, considerable numbers of them actually are such heinous types.  In the New Jerusalem, we be living in small settlements where everyone knows everyone, and especially everyone's behavior in the bedroom will be known to all.  You'll leave your doors unlocked, without a bit of worry.  Life in these large cities is life in Hell, which is the next topic.

Cities

Freud said that civilization is a neurosis (in Civilization and its Discontents).  He was too timid.  It is absolute madness!  Tis a stupid thing to build cities, especially these multimillion inhabitant cities.  It's a lot or toil and trouble for nothing.   Remember that Cain, the fallen son of the fallen Adam first started building cities.  The cycle now coming to a close used to be thought by theologians to be 6000 years long.  This cycle began when agriculture was invented and the first cities were built, actually more like eight or ten thousand years ago.  That's when God said let there be light.  In the beginning was the spermatic word .  The Bible begins in Genesis only with the latest cycle, and there were many prior.  Genesis 1:1 opens about ten thousand years ago, with numerous cycles prior.  
Tis a stupid thing to build cities.  Over time all the inhabitants turn into devils.  The fate of Babylon is the fate of all large cities.  Revelation 18:2 – And he cried mightily with a strong voice saying, Babylon is fallen, and is become the habitation if devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and a cage of every unclean and hateful bird. Again, Jeremiah 51:37 – And Babylon shall become heaps, a dwelling place for dragons, an astonishment, and a hissing, without an inhabitant.  These gigantic cities are full of devils, demons, monsters, vampires, creatures of the night, zombies, the Biblical Giants, robbers, thieves, gangsters, organized crime, juvenile gangs, junkies, winos, prostitutes, pimps, gays, lesbians, homeless panhandlers – the list goes in.  Just like Sodom and in the days of Noah, as predicted by Jesus and John of Patmos, there are practically no decent people left on the planet. You take your life in your hands when you walk into one of these cities.
It's a case of the children's game Simple Simon Says (me).  Before you do anything at all always come to me and say 'May I, Lord?'  Did you say to me, 'Lord, may I build New York City?'  No you didn't.  What we have here is a failure to communicate.  If you had of asked me, I would have said don't bother, you're wasting your time.  I nearly always say no to anything you want to do.  As the Bible tells you, 'Thy will be done, Lord.'  Is that so hard to understand?  But after you've built it, you then come to me and say 'Lord, look at my handiwork.  Isn't New York magnificent?'   I say you've went to a lot of trouble for nothing.  That city has now become filled with demons, devils and monsters.  All the cities around the world I have marked for destruction.    
How does Attila the Hun get laid?  He and his henchmen cordon off New York city.  They take great care to have them extract all the nubile young females.  Then they torch the city making a bonfire of its ten million inhabitants, and  Attila has a bonus.  Gorgeous sex slaves!  Attila is on the way.

The Real Story of the World Trade Center Attack (the Tower of Babel for this         Cycle now Ending)

On 9/11, there were three things going on at once, and one was not visible to the eye.  First, there were the two planeloads full  of  zombies whipping through the air and going into the Twin Towers.  Zombies?  Zombies!  Yes, as in my Judgment I gave you a few minutes ago, you're dead - the living dead!  Zombies.  In his unconscious, Osama Bin Laden unzipped his pants and sent two silver fairy seeds whistling through the air to the Towers (he was attacking the Whore of Babylon, New York, the financial capital of plantewide Hell).  As so often, Hollywood closely prophesied this scenario in a