26 Dec 2014

There were stars that fell the night the Dragon thrashed. I saw no sun or moon that day. Many a year that foreshadowed the Fall, but the Fall took mere, bare seconds, and what was foretold unfolded like no man ever writ. Where had I been before this? That my whole life would prepare me for this short space of time? At times to think that there was nothing but the War that made my life, as I stood before angels and did my part. Dreams have not such intensity, and I have thought myself mad at certain episodes. The stories I spin are not quite an ordinary life, even when on the surface they appear so… To have found meaning while hovering in the stratospherics of experience: I know why it is that life is pain. To have walked through worlds separated as the stages of a life… The fantasy has returned me from the sky, and I am left earthbound, reeking of starlight.

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:29 am

21 Dec 2014

Copy for my book description
True story. Totally crazy. One action can lead you down a spectacular path, down rivers of pain, toward a prize you never could have imagined. This is my tale, starting with me dropping acid on a typical Friday night, sophomore in college. That night, I looped through roller coaster highs and lows, I literally ran into doors, passed out of my body and went back in — all in the way of getting drafted as a soldier in the War in Heaven. You know, the war in eternity: Michael and his angels casting Satan and his angels from Heaven. (And then I also ended up in the hospital.)

I did quit taking drugs, but the War re-engaged with me, every once in a while, taking over my mindset and sensibilities. Some episodes were better than others. It was a sort of madness, especially where I spoke to spirits, to angels and demons, and of course, to Jesus of Nazareth. You may have heard of him. At times feeling invincible, at others like I were damned for all eternity. (Don’t talk to me about eternity — time is confusing enough going in one direction.) And the War, of course: we won! But it didn’t happen in any way you’ve ever imagined a war between angels would be like. I was there. It was awesome. Literally.

That was one wild ride.

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:19 am

10 Dec 2014

i have wandered where light flew like feathers
where wind is cold as glass
the edge of the world is the path we walk
i have found, the meaning of which whispers
did i dream that the world would begin?
that i were in the prototype of existence
messy, brilliant, full of electricity
and dreams the imagining of gravity
to fly like a hero in tights
i thought to follow, and to lead
through the maze that is love, endless
i found myself where i thought to struggle
for winter breezes to freeze me
and out of the breath of time
i discovered that i had never been lost
the illusion? merely the fear
and then i had gone higher than the dream
nothing but the fluttering of light
finally within the promise of home

posted by John H. Doe @ 1:39 am

1 Dec 2014

this is a poem that is not a poem
these words are not words
you imagine you see what makes sense
but a thousand mysteries walk by
some that tap you on the shoulder
telling you the message
that there is no message
and you see them go
on the path that is not a path
for you will truly know nothing
not knowing that there is nothing to know

posted by John H. Doe @ 10:28 am

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