Since I was a little kid I'm channelling God.
Whether I;m awake, dreaming, high or sober, he's a 24/7 DJ
I call him "my spirit guide" usually not to offend people or moreover to incite people into offensive behavior, but fuck it, i believed it back then, never asked for proof but have since received so much proof that I do not doubt it.
When I was 6 he negotiated my life with me, and it all came true. we also agreed between us that much later in life we would write and publish a book about the nature of reality, which people can use as a medicine to help them cure what ails them.
He's been saying: "do not spend one second thinking about anything about the book. When the time comes, I'll sit you down, you can relax and empty your mind and just read what I rattle into the keyboard. Automatic writing. I write, you are the first human who reads it, through you it enters the collective unconscious of the human species. Then, reread it and if you feel OK about putting your name under it, we will publish it. Don't lose sleep over it. I have it all figured out, because I stand outside of linear time, your whole timeline has already happened so I dont have to think it up. The book is written for me."
uhuh..
A few days ago I was very upset with him, totally had it with him, at which point he interjected: "Shall we write the book? Now is a good time." So I was like "how long?" and he was like: "You know how Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde was written by use of a lot of cocaine in 3 days straight? We're going to do it stone cold sober in 5 hours flat, 50 pages in 5 hours. Can you do that?" "No." "I can. Will you come with?" "THE book? OK sure." "All we need to do is lens up a three inch sphere of plutonium right, the plutonium will take care of the 3 mile zone." "OK, let's write some plutonium." "
He sat me down, I relaxed and gave him the controls of me for automatic writing.
He opened up an OpenOffice document, without hesitation wrote down the names of the chapters in succession, then copied the index to Page 2 and filled it out with chapter after chapter in chronological order, not hesitating, not rushing nor slowing, typing at cruising speed while I read it. When it was written, he cut it to pocketbook size, 50 pages thereof, title, fertig.
I read it, read it again, this was underwhelming to me but I recognized the plutonium and the lensing.
The physics package was written.
I launched the nuke right off the building platform.
Its a book, published worldwide, now.