My Inaugural Address at the Great White Throne Judgment of the Dead
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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!l24qch – corpses laying on the ground – a fairy dump – rabbits running in the ditch. Feel free to believe what Ive 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. Youll 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. If your jaw didnt drop when you read my 1986 booklet, I 100% guarantee it will drop now. I repeat my annoyance at you Christians who have repeatedly attacked my site. Jesus prophecied that all prophets must get stoned. Your scurrilous, underhanded attacks prove what you really are – Pharisees who observe the letter of the Law, but not the Spirit. You are shortly going to be rewarded by your Master for your faithful service! Get a life and stop giving me trouble! You know that if you faced me in a one on one debate, I would wipe you out! If you are angry at what I say, simply vent at my guestbook with specific criticisms. Youll note that in the PDF and RTF version of this, the paragraph tabs are often wrong. This is due to malfuntion of the the word processor. So, finally, it all begins next page!
MY INAUGURAL ADDRESS AT THE GREAT WHITE THRONE JUDGMENT OF THE DEAD
Introducing Myself
(The time is midnight E.S.T. I stand before global television to explain my rapturing out billions. I made the broadcast at this hour to help prevent the possibility that any children would see this, although in different time zones around the world children are up). Good evening ladies and gentlemen. Im addressing you from Washington, D.C., the political capital of Hell. I have descended here to the pit of Hell to address you. Before I begin, I want to insist that no children view this broadcast. This is off limits to anyone under 12 years old. Leave the room, and go to bed! You will find that I talk fast, that I change the subject frequently, and in general it will come across as incoherent gibberish. Youll wake up tomorrow morning and go what did he say? Youll try to remember, but youll have a hard time. I urge you to record this address, and to watch it several times, as each time youll pick up more.
Youll notice that I will be talking a lot about myself this evening. This is because the more you know about where Im coming from, the better off youll be. Let me formally introduce myself. Youve seen me before, but now Im going to reveal who I really am. Have you ever seen a ghost? Have you ever seen a spook? Now you can say youve seen a ghost. Im the ghost with the most. Im the space ghost. You have seen many ghosts. My colleagues are on practically every street corner in every city around the world, ranting and raving and spouting gibberish. When you look at me youll see that I have no eyes – empty sockets instead (waving my hand in front of my face). I am an invisible man. There is no person here, never has been and never will be. You are looking at a total vacuum. There is nothing here – only empty air. When you look at me you see no person – you are looking directly at my Id – my unconscious. And most people find it highly disturbing to look at the face of the Lord, my face.
In fact, Im a raving lunatic, and this insanity I have is a deadly poison. Most of my fellow mad people are bottom feeders. With this disease, we are incompetent to keep ourselves together, and we fall to the bottom, with many becoming homeless, committing suicide or drugging themselves into oblivion. It makes us into total misfits. DOAs – Dead on Arrival. Jesus, a poor Jewish peasant, was a bottom feeder also. When youre on the bottom, you look up at all the so-called leaders, and you know that all of them are the wrong people. As Jesus said, it is wisdom hidden from the wise, but given to babes. If you have ears to hear, Jesus was himself also mad. The gods must be crazy! Jesus was very sensitive to natural disasters, because like them as a madman he was walking dynamite liable to explode at a moments notice with all the force of an earthquake. Jesus was a piece of human waste – human garbage. And so am I. A significant number of theologians, and I also, believe Jesus was the bastard son of a Roman centurion. The idea of virgin birth arose because an Old Testament scripture was mistranslated. We the gods live in a parallel universe right next door to this one. I stepped through the looking glass on my mission.
Just like Jesus, I am here to serve. I dont want you to worship me. You dont have to believe a thing I say. Believe what you want. For example, you may believe Im