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The Wretched World of Writers(from a wretch)

Jan. 23rd, 2012 | 12:21 pm
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The Wretched World of Writers(observations of a wretch)



Let me precede this piece by saying, I am or was guilty of each and every single thing I am about to outline. As a writer I am immersed in a world of writers. A hopeless and very fruitless life pursuit(for the 99%). The unending flow of hopeless writers and aspiring to be hopeless writers is almost depressing.

Youth brings many writers out of the woodwork. Penning what they believe is simply the best and most original pieces in existence. At this point you are so inexperienced and delusional that you are certain it will only take dropping your piece on a teacher's desk and you will soon be in the ranks of Anne Rice or J.K Rowling. I don't think any of the youth know or at least respect Hemingway, so I didn't use him as an example.

This first phase whittles down the field. Many stop writing after their first piece, they just keep running around shoving it in peoples faces or making them sit and listen as they read the thing. They always talk about the novel they are going to write, although not one single word has hit a page. When these things fail to impress anyone the 'writer' fades into nothingness, becoming a call service agent. A rare breed go back to work on their writing skills and return later.

Most Artists, including writers, but mainly musicians and writers, can be some of the most arrogant and self-absorbed people on the planet. In my bar, I see it all the time. Small town, tiny, tiny, bar and the lead singer is acting like Lady Gaga about to perform at the dropping of the Big Apple. It would be amusing if it wasn't so sad. I feel as artists/writers we must humble ourselves. Even though most of you will screech in terror at this observation I must tell you, "If you are an artist or writer or whatever you wish to call yourself you are not 'gifted' or 'special' or even 'talented'." But what if you are published?

Let me state, Because you are published does not mean you are either 'gifted' 'special' or even 'talented'. Just like shit television, there are shit publications and most of the time it is actually up to who you know or your financial status that gets you on the shelves of Wal-mart. But this piece isn't about class issues or even published authors. This is about the Wretched World of Writers.

I have been part of the online writing workshop thing for awhile. This process could cure you of ever wanting to be associated with any writers ever. Much like the musicians I described above, writers will blaze into a workshop, coming out of nowhere, dump that piece they wrote in high school, then precede to tell all their friends they write for Chuck Palahniuk's website, dropping his name and talking as if you two will be co-writing a novel together soon. The Workshop is a tool to improve your writing, not to impress people, not to blow other writers out of the water, not to attract the attention of Chuck Palahniuk. Humble thyself and just use the tool. Don't use it to promote yourself, don't use it to get published, use it to improve yourself. BECAUSE YOU NEED IMPROVEMENT.

Some of the most arrogant writers I have seen are people who went into debt paying to learn to write, because they believe this is the fast track to becoming the literary demi-god they see themselves as. These people come blazing into the workshops, wielding their degree and their college project piece like it is the Ten Commandments of God. Let me be clear I am not saying it isn't the Ten Commandments, not once have I mentioned that any of these writers are 'shitty' writers. I couldn't say that and wouldn't. What is shitty and not shitty is so subjective anyway, unless in reference to some mainstream media, then it just stinks so bad you can't deny it. This piece isn't titled The World Of Shit Writers, and so I will not digress further into this rabbit trail.

The biggest delusion that most writers have is about how epic their piece will be. Well it's not Epic! It isn't going to shake the world to its knees and have them throwing roses and virgins at your feet. A piece is a piece. Nothing more. It is no more meaningful or less meaningful than a thought. Groom it, care for it, share it, love it, but never value it and above all else never value you ability to write. The only value you should have is being super fucking grateful it came out of you. Be thankful you can write and leave it at that. Don't be an arrogant ass because you can write, don't value your thoughts more because you can put them on a page. This will lead to the Wretched World I am speaking about.

Heed this warning for if you do not adjust your attitude about your writing ability you will lose it. Like the frustrated teen from the first paragraph you will become so upset you will stop writing altogether. If you become discouraged because your writing isn't causing people to weep and plead to make your acquaintance your gift will suffer, even worse yet it will leave you.

If you can shed the 'importance' factor from your writings. If you can separate yourself from how awesome your pieces are, and how awesome you are, I promise you your writing will become very pure and real, almost angelic. The saddest thing is that once you reach that point, once everything you write becomes gilded gold on a page, you will be so humble that you won't even notice it. You will just cast it into the pile of gold you have been recording your whole life and write another wondrous piece.



Tejun

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New Chapter for the Dissillusionment

Jan. 24th, 2008 | 11:41 am

Chapter One...

Scene begins with a boy holding a gun, the military kind, AR-15, a glorious black creation, light but just heavy enough to make you feel powerful. The boy was about sixteen, his name was Damien. He was hidden in far corner of some building. The whole block he is watching over is destroyed, shot up and abandoned. He was a look out, stuck there by The Apostle David himself. Damien turned his head to the side and curiously observed the intersection out in front of the old hotel he hid in. He smiled because he was about to alert The Apostle David of an attack by about sixty finely armed men.

Damien assumed they had acquired weapons and decided to go on the road instead of holding up in there homes waiting to be attacked for supplies. A good little tight nit band that would have made the likes of Jesse James proud, but today they would meet there doom, not by a lack of skill, not because they were dumb or evil, no it was just the way things go. He shook his head and his spiky black bangs wiggled slightly, dirty but well styled they peeked out from a pair of safety goggles from a SWAT members gear. Holding up a box, crudely built but, deadly in intention, he simply pushed a red button, and a little light came on. This light activated a beep in small rooms throughout the neighborhood, only loud enough for the man in the room, who was there to listen for the beep, to hear.

These gentlemen from he desert in Oregon were creeping up on a very well formed band, one of the oldest, one of the most resilient forms of human culture, well, ever. In this current millennium this was literally one of the thousandth times they had dealt with a regional or global freak out. A freak out of such vast proportions that billions die. Humans running around killing each other like a bunch of fucking Jugalows. Axes, hatches, hammers, shovels, swords, countless fucking prefab swords and knives from Pakistan or China. The guns well of course they ruled, and the war at this point in the game was isolated to those who held them, but until all those without guns were beaten back, the entire body counts in every horror movie ever made wouldn't compare to the carnage that ensued on that first day.

What triggered the Global freak out, what had this, gothic clad 16 year old kid with remnants of SWAT armor on his shoulders and thighs, poised and ready to blow up some hicks from the desert? A race war, coupled with a religious war, not Muslim against Christian, Or Jew against Muslim, no, it was the Religious against the Sinner. These lines that separated us for so long became gaping maws upon the death of Obama. The shot that made this hero fall wasn't just heard around the world, it instantly brought it to it's knees. As Obama slipped from existence his head hit the ground sending shock waves throughout, causing cracks in humanity that had too long been shoddily mended.

The complete and utter terror that resulted from the race riots I cannot even bare to write about fully. Death, horrible death of men, women and children, The American dream put under the knife in one horrifying hour after Obama's death. The Military and Police response to this wasn't very clear or concise simply because the cracks extended beyond the civilian population and went right through military barracks and donut shops. Giant flaming wars broke out on military bases. Prisons rioted, most were taken by the prisoners and the doors flung open. Social services nation wide were gone in a day. No water from any faucets and no heat. Think about it.

All this had settled down though, as I said, the war was down to those with guns, the madmen and criminals had all been irradicated Now it was between militaries run by social institutions. The big ones you know, Communists, Fascists, I guess you could call them Americans, but really they were fanatic Christians who claimed to fight for the old empire once known as America. Then you had the Muslim armies who were very far away for now. Then very last, and very small, we have the Homosexual. The homosexual was surprising and it's survival and rise to influence can be attributed to the warnings and prophecies, of The AntiChrist, their Faggot Prince, Tejun. In the last years before the global melt down, Tejun codified the homosexual, he brought them together and taught them of the repeating cycle of history and how they, homosexuals, usually get the butt end of the deal. The butt end being murdered.

This is why you get a well armed and disciplined gay boy with symbols painted in whiteout, adorning his armor, announcing his membership to the AntiChrist Church. As the alarms sounded throughout the buildings surrounding the town square, similar soldiers throughout leapt to action. Each bolting and running down a hallway at a dead sprint, without a word. As he whizzed by rooms occupied by others dressed similar to him those men and boys leapt into silent sprints. Each headed a different direction peeling off one by one, through a doorway or a stairwell. Some took position by a blast hole or a broken window. Peeking out observing the oblivious targets in their field of fire.

Once the race riots destroyed the military structure within our borders a drastic attempt to save the empire of American the entire military was recalled. They had plans and contingencies to police the American population, but nothing of this magnitude was imagined, ever. All of their plans included the use of the National Guard, well the National Guard dissipated into the riots like they were dropped into stomach acid. This action, the world wide global knowledge that America was not going to drop from the heavens and fuck you up if you pissed us off, sent those who look to rule in motion.

Russia, China, Venezuela, along with many others who saw that America could no longer protect them, all rallied together, surprisingly, under Communism. This sent the entire world into war. The Entire World. One side of China Marched and floated through the Indonesian Islands, on their way to Australia. Another force came for Alaska, joined with Russia's eastern contingent. The God's of Communism decided it best to dispatch North Korea to the cities within Russia and China to destroy all noncommunist elements. The death of human beings within the those countries wasn't any less than the invaded countries.

Noncommunist Elements were many things, under Putin's new guidelines. Topping the list were religious institutions, foreign governments, their families, their property, their lives and anything else. Mainly their policy was to kill as many fighting individuals as possible for whatever reason, so they could return later and kill the rest without much trouble.

The western half of Russia's military contingents, with the help of many Slavic countries, attacked the Middle-East, and the Middle-East had quite the response, by sacking Israel in a day and somehow detonating a Nuclear bomb in Moscow, killing Putin the next afternoon. The loss of Israel is the single most tragic event that will ever be remembered in this shittin mess. The world would have wept but it was to busy screaming and running for it's fucking life. The warrior boy Damien had changed position and now had the muzzle of his gun trained on a rather attractive young man of about twenty-three, he was already regretting blowing this guy away. A man came running in the room and slid up quietly beside Damien. He placed his hand on the boy's shoulder and whispered close to his ear, "What do you see?."

"They are not Americans they could be Russians."
The Apostle David shook his head, "No, No the Russians are still negotiating the Cascade Mountains, they won't be here for awhile." He looked carefully with some binoculars and sighed, "OK, they are locals I would assume, no real uniform or anything. Just a roving band." He smiled, "Maybe they will join us."
Damien smirked, "Hopefully this one I am about to shoot converts first."
David patted this desensitized human child, "Easy buddy." Then he looked intently out the hole and whispered, "Cock it." Damien reached up and cocked his rifle, he did it quickly and made no attempt to suppress the sound, it echoed over the silence of the creeping men, causing everyone one of them to train their guns towards the metallic click. Then, all at once, over one hundred clicks sounded together, giving the men a full visual of their predicament, they were utterly surrounded from a multitude of elevations.
David yelled loudly, "Hail there, we are friends first!"
They laughed, "You have a funny way of showing it!"
David, smiled, and said to Damien, "That isn't the usual response."
Damien nodded, "Yea usually there is more shooting."
The man down on the street stood up and walked into plain view, removing his shirt, he was a fit one, from marching hundreds of miles through dangers you cannot imagine, with food he could gather or take, nothing could be purchased anymore, on his skin that covered the muscles of a warrior, he had etched in ink, the symbol for the AntiChrist Church and he yelled in elation, for he knew he had found his home, "WE SEEK THE FAGGOT PRINCE!" Everyone cheered and Damien happily clicked the safety of his gun to the on position.


Um I know it was suppose to be a synopsis but this is what came out... LOL

Tejun
copyrighted by the P of the AC and the AntiChrist Church on Jan 2008 all rights to Tejun

this is a fictional story, so don't fucking arrest me....

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For the LiL Fag Bois

Jan. 18th, 2008 | 10:28 am

The Brotherhood


I need to address the homosexual members of this Church, this AntiChrist Church.

My sons and daughters we are part of something that must be identified before it is once again, attacked and beaten back. You are all part of something that defys borders, races and religions. You are part of a brotherhood that for some reason has remained intact through the lifetimes of any cult or religion, any empire or social movement, Hitler, Stalin, Christianity, Islam... nothing, nothing has been capable of ending homosexuals, absolutly nothing.

Roll that over in your minds my children, we area force of nature. Like the ocean, or the wind, or the rock, we will be...

The faggot race has been murdered and beaten back but never conquered, NEVER! Realize FAGGOT you are ALSO part of something that has killed and conquored. You must realize you are not a victim. You should hold your head high and look upon those, with a mild amusement,
who hate you because their chosen "God" for the millenium has made some decree. Be proud, for you are part of the oldest tribe and the one that is reborn every single day.

This eternal unending brotherhood I refer to, was touched upon by Jack Malebranche. In his novel, Androphilia. He succesfully identifies the Androphile. Where him and I differ in opinion on this matter is, he sees the
Androphile as something differant than homosexuals, I see them as a piece of the homosexual empire.

My goal in this document is to bring us all together. I am talking about everyone, the manly and robust Androphile, the graceful and elegent fem boy, the dark and wretched gothic boy, the fearful straight acting small town gay boy, the terrified muslim boy who lives under the threat of DEATH! All of us! Every last one of us that exist in every geographic location imaginable, I call to you to realize what you are!


We are the ultimate network! In an attempt to know as many gay men as possible we have utilized the internet, MORE THAN MOST HUMANS ON THE PLANET. Imagine it! Tens of millions of men all connected. An instant message away.

IN each city we have secret meeting places, and we know almost by site each and every one of the clan. We travel from metro areas to rural areas and with the most secret handshake we instantly fall into the cradle of the city's local clan.

We sit in Isreal adorned with the Star of David holding a machine gun, looking over a fence wondering if there is an oppressed gay boy carrying a missle tube. In Iraq, we wear Old glory and a machine gun, wondering how many beautiful Iraq gays were killed in the last explosion. We exist outside of our tribes, religions and countries conflicts, taking part because we must, but secretly wishing the bastards would chill out.

A split in our ranks is counterproductive and ridiculous. For any homosexual to see himself as seperate from the rest is denile at best. We
are all part of the same unending entity, a genetic anomoly that will not cease and appears to be multiplying, but this is not totally clear. Social change,
and the raising of our heads may actually be allowing for more homosexuals to admit what they are.

WE must be unified and we must know that each one of us will die for the rest, each one of us will protect the rest. No more seperation my brothers, be united, realize what we are, the oldest and most beautiful common thread in humanity.

with love your AntiChrist Church founder,
Tejun

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The Phases of Tejun

Aug. 26th, 2007 | 11:06 pm

Hey guys,

If some of you are wondering, I am building a church. With my sweat and blood I carry crystalline confidence containers to those who need them. Drunken monkeys or drunken humans reduced to monkey status. Raving lunatics with wide eyes and narrow brows, living the image that resonates from square drums.
I wish the world's idea of life wasn't so set, I would have an easier time building this thing for you, this AntiChrist Church. Yet, I am required to pirate this story to you. A story about us trying to build a refuge in humanity from the forces of religion.
A legitimate form of thought, recognized by all people, that frees others from the clutches of oppression. I plan and build my mind and my life in an attempt to make this thing for you, Tejun's gift to earth. An institution that doesn't care about being one. No laws, moral codes of conduct, punishments, prophecies or deities.
This idea, this thing that can only exist in the heads of those exposed to it or blessed with it. This polite suggestion, simply spoken to soften the hardened heart of this religious world. The Church of the AntiChrist, The AntiChrist Church or simply The Church of Tejun will ring forever.
I imagine my life story and writings going through phases as time stretches on into space travel and total world peace. For a time I will be mocked, hated, shunned. This will be brief, in the grand scheme of things, because this magic bean is still in the pocket of our gullible little Jack.
But one day humanity will feel around in that dusty pocket and find the forgotten bean. They will hold it in their palm and gaze at it, sadly, no longer capable of believing in fairy tales, they will cast me to the ground.
The next phase instantly begins, just as the beans, this is my destiny, and I will grow. Humanity will climb to the clouds on the stalk I build for them. Cherishing it and caring for it.
Then when the time comes they will turn on the stalk and cut it down. Only because, through my fake Church I taught them the danger of relying on giant stalks that promise gold, because they all hide giant monsters that kill. When the stalk of Tejun falls to the earth no tears of despair will be shed. A drizzle generated by hope will whirl down to the earth as humanity simply floats to the clouds by their own will.

with love and hope for Our Church
Tejun

help any way you can... it all helps, especially telling someone else about The AntiChrist Church... but by no means become an evangelist or recruiter, just tell them about it... the rest will just happen.

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To Dream of Freedom from Religions

Aug. 13th, 2007 | 12:49 pm

Do you know how long it has been since I have written to you guys whilst listening to Manson? When he is blaring in my headphones, inside my head, rubbing the inside of my skull, moving the "everything" that is me, making my eyes flare, wishing for Shade and stiff drink, but instead words fly on a page to a beat.
My God it is beautiful.

Today we will discuss the frightening nature of those who control us. Murderers and fascists, at their very core. A series of psycho religious cults, trying to control the will and direction of humanity. These cults pay their dues to our true masters, but our masters are not responsible for all our control, because, even our masters know, the people control the will of the masters.

Unless they have a suicidal urge to feel the coldness of steel, and in our time, the searing heat of a high-velocity projectile, they will tend to their flock's will.

With that said, lets examine the force that controls the herd from within, the thing we impose upon ourselves. Religion, yes, religion! We are all witness to the unholy force in which a person can be ostracized in a small town, in this country! I am not even speaking of the horrifying things done in other small villages in the world, I am talking about right here, right now...

A holy universal fuck fest of morals is being imposed on everyone, to some degree. These things are done totally independent of any ANY governing body. Bush has never made a father beat his son for watching a horror flick. Cheney has never made any mother tell her child God is real and will fucking kill you! These are self imposed. Taught to us by religion.

It is a universal form of herd maintenance. The base parts,yelling, shaking, beating, slapping, confining and in extreme cases killing, are as old as the jungle and can never be altered. But, why they are imposed is the thing that we, the herd, do to ourselves. Why, how? How did we go from screeching at a monkey for playing with a baby lion, to telling a child, God will burn him for eternity if he doesn't accept and perpetuate the system that makes God capable of doing that.

I need to pause for a moment, letting you know I am speaking about all forms of religion that currently dumb down and rule our world, to name a few, Christianity, Judaism and Islam. All religions are countless variations of the previously mentioned entities that exist within our herd. They all formed by adapting themselves to local customs and beliefs, to more effectively control us.

The religions have successfully circumnavigated the globe, splitting and fracturing into millions of variations. In this piece I am going to reference and speak about the perpetuater's of Christianity, but please by all means, insert, whatever religion you want into the formula. Besides, I have observed as time passes they are becoming closer and more integrated, i think, one day, if unchecked, or if my attack is taken seriously, they will all combine, realizing they are the servants of the same thing, an imaginary system that only exists because of them.

Them, such a hard word, can be taken so many ways, I will try to be as specific as possible. They, them, come on many levels, but I will identify three; the religion starter, the religion perpetuator(yes i made that word up), and the religion servant.

We will begin with the religion starter, this is one who suddenly realizes, "Hey, I can orate to these people and I am a fair hand with a pen, so I think I will teach them something."
Usually these are men with no credit, so they quickly claim allegiance to some divine force or knowledge, OF THEIR OWN DESIGN. This is the essence of the religion starter, he creates he religion you will serve. Haha, what a grand fucking achievement. Well for some, but only time is the test for these men, most don't survive to see their religion become anything. But who knows in a thousand years David Koresh could be a prophet and Timothy a bomb laden angel of heaven.

Religion starters have been here for thousands of years, some crazy fucker dreamt up the Aztec religion and the Egyptian religion. The Oracles of Greece, The Prophets of the Jews, all of them, the same thing. Some were geniuses and strengthened their claim to divine knowledge by aligning the story with natural events, but really, after the first religion, whatever it may have been, the rest
is a xerox copy, with slight alterations in the ink. Serious. It is a formula. Now this leads me to the ones who I like to call, the religion perpetuator. Sounds, scary, like, The Perpetuator or something, in reality, when body counts are compared, the robot army's of The Terminator is nothing compared to religion's endless body counts.

The religion perpetuator is usually a man of some substance in a tribe or a community, or a man aspiring to have some substance. This man or woman comes from MANY motivations, but usually they all end with pride and greed. Their divine life begins with a divine experience, which consists of going to a church and realizing the sheer amount of social support he could receive if, he or she, started their own, church.

It also begins in childhood, innocently usually, like wanting to work for the tooth fairy, a kid chooses to work for God. Ministries born of this innocence are very rare, easy to see and harmless, except, they give a credence to the rest of the shit out their. The SHIT, latches to the books of the religion starter and prunes the pages constructing sermons upon sermons, that usually all end with, "give me money and fear God." The fear of God guarantees his or her position, the money also guarantees his or her position.

This piece is long enough and I will not go into the countless examples of why it is wrong to stand behind a podium and say these base things, God will hurt you, God says you should listen to me, God says you should pay me, God says you should not associate with anyone who violates the previous, God says you should raise your children to believe all these things I have taught you today.

Whatever religion it may be, this is what they are teaching you at the top, everything under it is like Bush kissing orphans, its a perversion of kindness, to make the beast beautiful. Oh I almost forgot the big one, God say this man is a man of God, vote for him, use his products or just give him money.

Now we are down to what I like to call, the religion servant. This is the one who carries the book and the label like it is a status symbol, because it is. The social support one can get from joining the local church is endless. You are talking loan approvals, sweet deals on services and of course kindly nods while in town and support for your endeavors. Also you don't have to think about your fate or anything related to thought, it is all nicely packaged for you.

What does security in life like this cost and how does this servant perpetuate this? Start by paying the religion perpetuator, honoring the religion starter, raising your children to honor the previous, treating others with disapproval who don't subscribe to your chosen system of "life control". This includes verbal, economic, physical and deadly force.

Now with my gross generalizations of "them" are out of the way, I would like to address the damaging affects this system has on society... really quick.

I see people of the Christian religion all over society, trying to help, with one condition, you have to come to Christ. I will help you, you only have to come to Christ. Take Christ in as your Lord and Saviour and I will give you this text book and meal.

The altruistic manner in which religion conducts itself is merely for image. MY evidence for this is the lack of compassion out there. If the entirety of American Christians truly wished to end poverty and hunger, it would happen. But as we all can see, nothing of the sort is taking place. Unless Christians think COPS and PRISONS are solutions to poverty.

There are many crimes occurring at this very moment throughout the globe and most of them can be laid squarely in religion's lap. In honor of Marilyn Manson, let us start with the Columbine boys. Bang, bang, bang.... screaming chaos, rage, blind rage, displayed in a massacre, why?

The very system I just taught you about, drove them totally fucking insane! How many religion perpetuators did these boys sit in front of while hearing what pieces of shit they were? How many religion servants yelled at them or took their skateboards? How many cops harassed them because of a call from a concerned religious servant? What was their crime? What is the crime of any who the servants and perpetuators oppress?

Not believing in God, wearing black, wearing their hair different, exploring other forms of thought, riding a skateboard, gay? Christian society is plagued with a sub-culture of youth too intelligent for the chosen system of control, the internet is the cause of this, and human evolution, it is fascinating to watch.

Sadly this will only activate the religions natural defense systems, fascism. They will use their mindless numbers to kill all those who oppose them. Just the other day, some old fogies sitting over snacks, staunch Christians, Bible college employees, The Perpetuators, while dribbling cracker crumbs over enormous paunch bellies, I hear them calling for the death of those imprisoned in America. Calling them trash. I mentioned the prisoners were trash bred and raised in communities that Christians claim to care for.


Of course the comment was lost on a blissful comfortable existence, free of question or serious thought. A life, mapped out in some book and verbally dictated from a stage, so a person never has to do anything but
enforce that which they are told........



with love and hope for an awakening...

p.s. To my little school shooter caliber friends.... please be at peace, you are not wretched or damned. You are correct, they are brainwashed, look at them and know they will never be more than servants of a book, it is you who is destined to become a HUMAN BEING.
You are all powerful and blessed, you are the future of this world, don't let their lies destroy you or your life, there is a much better way, patience please....

your beloved AntiChrist... Tejun

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The most important thing I have ever written, The Three Great Sacrifices

Jul. 20th, 2007 | 05:04 pm

The most important thing I have ever written, The Three Great Sacrifices

the whole thing is in the church's blog, i am officially scared of the reaction, I am seriously terrified to hit post.......here goes nothing *hits post*


How far should I take this? What am I telling you? Why am I telling you? FuKK. (this is real, i am going to get murdered for this) So I am sitting with Jews discussing the future of Israel, the possibility of a dual citizenship with America and Israel. I would have to go to a school and learn Hebrew, then I would join the military and serve.
It would be a great opportunity to learn about the middle-east and I would be allowed to serve, because gay people aren't trash in Israel. I want Jewish people to know I would die to protect them and there is no better way to demonstrate that then joining their armed forces. You know, standing on that line, and saying, "I will not let you kill these people." Not so much for the land or nation of Israel, but for the people.
I want Jewish people to know I love them because what I ask of them, to some, is a horrid and great offense. My request is simply, "Please give up Jerusalem."
I have such a terrible dread for that city. When my eyes shut I can see the sacking of Jerusalem, the terror and horror, in today's age, not some distant past you have seen on television, but real, right now horror, the horror of a razed and conquered country.
For some reason I have been ingrained with an affection for Israel and the Jewish gay boys who live there. I do not want to see them murdered by an enraged Islamic invasion. Does anyone realize they are trapped there? Utterly surrounded by people, we have been pissing off for a good while now.
The six day war was an amazing thing, but sadly, no one but the Jews remember the day one of the bordering countries annihilated over a thousand Israeli soldiers in one afternoon. Holy Shit folks that is the equivalent of 10,000 of our soldiers, possibly more.
Everyday, every moment, this thing is building, never diffusing, not once since Israel's birth has peace found this planet! Yet we hold the holy city at all costs, implementing mind numbing measures to ensure the possession of the city. I say "we" because The Western Nations are all heavily invested in this enterprise.
I am sure there is some deep dark profitable reason for our presence and assistance, I won't dilute myself and say America is involved for any noble reason like actually helping Jews. It is like we are using them as guinea pigs to see if we can occupy and hold the middle-east. Intentionally causing a destabilizing presence in the continent, sapping the surrounding nations of their senses, weakening them all.
The people responsible for this are lost and I need not persuade them to release Jerusalem, only the act called The Three Great Sacrifices will soften their hearts enough to bring them from greed.
The people I write this plea to are the Jews and others who support the country based on it's theological basis, everyone, even Muslims. To all of you who claim to serve God, by either possessing the city of Jerusalem, or taking it, you have gravely defied him.
Neither of your Gods wish for you to worship graven images, or idols. I ask you then, what is Jerusalem made of? The very same substances your Gods have destroyed many times to prove his reality and the idol's fallacy. Yet, you murder for this Idol, you kill and maim, fight and die, sacrificing everything, for the world's largest Idol. If your God is real and he plans to return, I shake in dread for your crimes and the punishment he will see fit to lay on Christian, Muslim and Jew simply to possess an IDOL!
So here it is, my solution, The AntiChrist's solution to this major fucking problem. You are all waiting for the return of the Messiah, well look upon his eyes, and you will know he speaks his decree at this very moment, in an attempt to save your fucking lives!
The first great sacrifice: America will give up her beloved sanctity. The nation will give, give, abandon and vacate, one state, of equal land mass to Israel. You will do this, STOP THE QUESTIONS, and listen. You will give it up and hand it to The Jewish people, allowing for Israel and the Temple of God to be built in this state, and America will pay for the migration of the Jewish Nation.

The second great sacrifice: Israel, The Jewish people, will give up the nation of Israel in the middle-east and dissolve it, hand back Jerusalem. You will do this because you know God demands it. In your hearts you do. It is time to see this line of coincidences as the voice of God and his detest for Jerusalem. I did not say vacate! Just dissolve the nation and let whatever middle-eastern government take control of the land, renamed, what ever? It is just a city guys.

The third great sacrifice: Muslims, You will give up your rage, you will forgive the crimes of the Western World and lay down your arms. You will walk into Israel kissing and embracing every Jew and welcoming them to stay forever and care for them with the grace it took to give back the fertile crescent. Once complete you will allow the Jews to stay and be governed by their laws, you will govern your nation and people the way you see fit after those allowances are given.


These three great sacrifices in no way call for the Jews to leave Israel, or even give up their idea of a sovereign home. They can have both... but once all of this is complete, I imagine a vacant state, sacrificed in the name of peace, simply because once this is done, I can't imagine too many people who wouldn't want to reside in the now holiest city in the world, Jerusalem.

with love and a real hope for peace.... Tejun

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Gospel of Gabriel extended version

Jun. 22nd, 2007 | 07:12 am

The Gospel According to Gabriel


My name is Gabriel, the first Apostle to the AntiChrist. For some reason Tejun and I connected and we were best friends through our late teens and early twentie
s. At that time I never dreamed I would be writing down the gospel of The AntiChrist, but here I am dammit. I am not some follower, I don't see Tejun as anything but a guy, a human being. So should you, if anything survives in your skull from this moment on let it be this, Tejun is a human being. We can safely say he has taken this experience to the max and drug us along with him but he is still a man.
Let me restate, I am not a follower and I am not an Apostle. It is just a title given to add to an illusion. I accepted it because I understood the nature of this thing that has been created as an experiment and finally an example. You see he is only trying to make himself the AntiChrist to show you how religions are created. He wants you to see the processes in which your most sacred texts are formed and how they become worshiped. This is why I am writing about his life and mine, to help him show you.
He has never ordered me to do anything, despite what P of the AC(Passion of the AntiChrist) says. Everything I have done for him was put to me in the form of a request. Although he is in love with his own legend he is creating, it is like his master piece, Tejun is not a meglomaniac. He is someone who is trying to teach the world something, that is all. He has no desire to rule you or even to be remembered by you, but if you are to learn what he is teaching we decided you all would have to remember, Tejun.
Why am I trying to help teach you how your relgions were created? So you will stop serving them, so you will stop seeing yourself as some member of some righteous elite. Simply because you are not. The way I see it and hopefully the way you will soon see it, is that you are a slave, a slave to a book. I want to stop wars and oppression based soley on the ideas contained in a book. Humanity needs tools to combat this global mind enslavement called "religion" and my hope is The Gospel of the AntiChrist according to Gabriel will be one of those.

I met Tejun, The AntiChrist very recently, before this I knew Tejun the man. My account of his life will be called blasphemous by his followers, but to the ones who truly honor Tejun and what he attempted to show us, they will see the wisdom in the manner in which I have portrayed this complex man. His life came in phases. You see I knew him when he actually went to priests and ministers for answers, I knew him when he poured over the world's religious texts in search of wisdom and peace. Now as you all know, those texts became Tejun's bane, and the followers of those books are the ones who tried to kill him. Before his death, in what I call Tejun's golden age, I witnessed priests and ministers coming to Tejun for answers.

Tejun's auto-biography begins with his suicide attempt when he was a young man. I pratically lived right around the corner at the time most of this suicidal bullshit went down. Looking back on it I wish I could have done more as I watched my friend become a homosexual. One day he was entertaining all the girls at Hooter's and then on the ride home he drops the big one on me in a drunken confession. This changed our lives forever. He was always a thinker and a questioner, but out of denial, he never confronted this issue in his life. It was strange to see an upright human being become a victim so suddenly. Society and everyone he trusted said homosexuals were evil, other gay people and liberal people would explain to him it was all ok. Again he didn't trust gay people or liberals, and as much as he loved them, he couldn't believe them.
This lead him to the question, "Why? Why was it evil?" So then the AntiChrist began to grow right before my eyes. The crazy bastard began to attend differant services from various faiths. He would feign as a follower and infiltrate the internal workings of the churches with the ease of a well financed CIA agent. Not once did anyone suspect him as he prayed next to Muslims or walked the grounds of the Mormon Temple, once by simply lying really well he took communion at a Catholic Church. He ate and drank religion and faith in a sad search for validation. I witnessed his anguish grow with each day that passed, for every single one was another empty explanation for what he was. He slowly became convinced he was a wretch.
I probably didn't help things either, you see we were raised in the same red-neck of the woods, so it was hard to see him bringing over guys without shirts and pacifiers in their mouths, giving each other backrubs under the influence of E. Another contributing factor was that he had a wonderful skill of getting what ever dude he chose. The few times I gained the nerve to accompany him to a gay bar. I would watch him survey the crowd until he would find the one he wanted. Now I am not gay, but I can tell you that the ones he procurred for the evening were top notch pieces of ass. His whole life is like that though, he may have been on the street, had hard times, but seriously the guy gets what he wants, it just happens. Even if he doesn't want it to.
Since he was good at being gay he instantly fell in with the "gay identity", this meant he accepted his new label. Sadly this label, in this and many other countries comes with a lot of baggage. This prodded a beast inside of Tejun, that for better or worse, caused all of this you are reading about now. It is ironic how religion hates homosexaulity so much they dedicated space in their sacred books to accost it. But because of their demonization of this sexual act they literally created Tejun, the death of religions. He realized how simple the cure to his anguish was, take the phrase in those books and see them as a lie. It worked, and of course this opened the door to the biggest ephiany in his life, religious texts and those who serve them above humanity, are bullshit!
Revenge is something Tejun never takes part in. I have been witness to his willingness to forgive many times but I would be lying by ommision if I was to say revenge was never carried out in his name. No he didn't order burly thugs to exact his revenge, it was all done in a much more frightening way. You see, the universe exacted it's revenge on those who chose to transgress against the AntiChrist. I have seen a dance club siezed and closed down after he was removed and taunted for being gay. Another time someone who did not pay him wages, he risked his life to earn, was invovled in a horrible boating accident. The list goes on, not once has a violation ever gone unpunished. A violation meaning, upsetting Tejun, truly upsetting him. This is a very rare occurance, yea he gets upset, but never vengeful. The very few times The AntiChrist has ever been prodded enough that he looks upon a human with hate, that person is punished by, I honestly don't know. Religion was targeted in the same way, his anger was unchecked, and religion struck a mortal wound in herself by attacking this human.
Tejun as well as I were both aware of this and he often tried to think of ways to never become angry. He did not have the training of a Tibetin monk so he had some work to do but he kept at it. See that is the biggest misconception about Tejun is. people think he is evil, likes death, dark, gothic or emo. It is laughable because he is no such thing, people in weak attempts to understand him have labeled him as an attention craved brat having a tantrum. It was that and other views like those that allowed him to rise to the point he has. No one had a fucking clue who he was until it was way too late to stop him.

His peace was demonstrated to me many times, over and over, it wasn't an act, and the few times he snapped they were the exception to the rule and usually an intoxicant was involved. One of the last times I saw him he was drunk, huddled over his laptop he called, "The Spirit". He looked up laughing audibly and said while pecking away with lightening fingers that never slowed despite him talking and being drunk, "Yea I should not be writing right now but hey I thought no one was going to bother me for awhile so I was going to try it." I offered to leave by signaling towards the door, his fingers instantly stopped and he smiled shaking his head, "No stay." He hated to be alone and any company was always welcomed. Worry dominated his facial features, constantly stressed because of the death of his apostles, his friends, resulting from the unending assasination attempts.
I sat down next to him and glanced at the screen, always interested in what new thing he was writing. "How are you doing Tejun?"
"Um I am alive right now." He made motions with his hands, "Really, I feel everything, but, uh I dunno.... a blank, a fear, no a blank, an unknown, keeps me from the blissful every present moment." He started posting a myspace bulletin while speaking to me, "I spend time casting signals through existence, waves of thought and energy, I whisper to the world, Tejun Fowler, Tejun, AntiChrist.... look... listen... please..." His depression was apparent and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Slowly, containing sobs he said with a hopeless flop of his hand, "I represent something that can only be labeled as evil, yet I speak a message that can only be seen as love... a love no one will see... ever. Some authors are doomed to live lives where they are never heard and the dreams they chronicled are never realized." He pressed "post" and another revelation of The AntiChrist was posted to thousands of young people, "They were the lucky ones."
I tried to support him, "Your thoughts are real Tejun. Just as real as Abraham, Jacob, Mathew or John." I pointed to the television that was muted, another six soldiers had been blown to bits, "Islam's prophet has the same insight into the nature of Allah as you, or me, or anyone else out there." I put my hand on his shoulder, "That is what you have been teaching us all."
Tejun countered, "They are trying to kill me for defying the memory and message of the ancients."
Annouced angrily, "I spit in their face. With every word you write, every question you manifest and every ideal you challenge you honor the ancients."
He nodded in agreement and in an exasperated tone, "The ancients did the same thing I am doing. That is the only reason they are the ancients." Smirking, " I am simply contributing to the mass of questions and proposed answers that makeup the entire sum of our knowledge. Everything we know, everything we worship and everything we think about was handed to us by someone like me." He touched my shoulder, "And you Gabriel."
He looked at the computer and spoke as he wrote a revelation, "So tremble now, before the words and sentences of one who dictates the will of God. Know that in some distant future people will be stupid enough to kill over what I have written.... I am a super villian, I should be killed and burned this very moment because I continue to write with the knowledge that one day some asshole will be stupid enough to end my life over what I have written." Sighing, "Fools."
I reminded him, "It was our choice to take on these labels. We have always known the cost of attempting to teach the world this lesson."
"I know but now we are sandwiched in terms that everyone has been bred and drugged to fear. This makes me dead, invisible, my teachings are emasculated and I have to watch as cynical tyrannical murders lie and cheat humanity into total choas."
A look of dissapointment betrayed Tejun's thoughts, "I thought I could get them to look past the AntiChrist label but only a few have seen what is hiding behind that fucking name." He touched the area over his heart.
I stood and looked out of the slit in the drapes of his hotel room, which was more like a temporary safe house, I verified the two members of The Harem were still out front watching the door. They were a couple of strapping, well-trained, dangerous, young lads, beautiful by anyones standards but deadly. We had them park in a car across the lot as lookouts. The room was one of those tiny little things you would have an affair in with the smoke smell and everything. There was an adjoining door to The Apostle Guy's room, the room on the other side of his was mine. I turned around and asked, "Why do you have the door to Guy's closed?"
Tejun looked to the room and all of his anguish sluffed away and he smiled to himself, "He is sleeping."
Satisfied I nodded. We were in L.A. and it was hot, muggy, brown, the air had substance, almost chewable. Making a disgusted face, "Fucking carbon emissions are a bitch." I shook my head laughing , "I admit I have hope, real hope, the enviorment will get worse. Has anyone realized that when massive storms and ice shelf meltings shut down major metropolitin areas all over the world's coast lines that the CARBON output will instantly be fixed?"
The AntiChrist laughed and nodded, "Yea, do you think New Orleans had the same CARBON output the day after Katrina!?"
I laughed, "So yea the major cities will be destroyed and the planet will be able to fix itself. Everyone needs to settle down, we aren't going to destroy the planet."
He said in a whisper wavering a tad from the alcohol, "True, the evacuation of all the major coastal cities will create a huge starving, thirsty, refugee population numbering in the hundreds of millions and the resulting wars will destroy or fuckup the rest of civilizied humanity. It is going to suck pretty bad."
"Millions will die."
He nodded agreeing with a raised eyebrow, "Possibly billions." Tejun looked up to check my face for a reaction, he didn't want to scare me. Quickly he cast The AntiChrist's light onto the doom and gloom of things to come. He looked at the wall, but he looked beyond it, it was as if he was looking into a magic pool of water fortelling the future, "But we will survive in pockets." He looked at me again and smiled almost excited, "We will." He pointed at me, "Gabriel we are stronger than the religions who drove us to this. They will get their end-times but humanity won't die. Religion will." He looked off into that place, "After this travisty, humans will remember that religion leads to destruction."
I smiled and crossed my arms leaning on the brown paneling that covered the entire room, "So speaks the AntiChrist."
Tejun looked at me with out of the corner of his eyes and then dropped his gaze to the laptop and began to type as he whispered, "So speaks the fucking AntiChrist."
I thought for a minute and then asked without arrogance, for I knew he had an answer, "Exactly why is religion to blame?"
He said under his breath, "Creationist."
"Creationist?"
"Of course." He looked up from the computer completley shocked I didn't see the apparent connection.
"What? Stop looking at me like that, just fucking tell me." I mocked, "Creationist are a minority group that is laughed at. They are like fucking pilgrims, whacko's!"
I walked right into Tejun's trap, he dropped one of his infamous philosophy bombs on me, "Yet, all the fucking people out there who don't buy into the empirical data about the end of the world aren't mocked?" He raised his hands in a questioning motion, "Why aren't they Gabriel?" Shaking my head because I really didn't know. The AntiChrist whispered, "Out of respect for their belief."
Laughing I walked to the back of the room to check out the bathroom. As I suspected it was clear and absent of any assasins. Tejun stood and went to the door flinging it open. Standing in their like some photograph from an inner city expose he let the heat and the air-conditioning acost his withered frame. He looked out at the brown blurry image of the sun as it was eclipsed by a climbing 747.
The Hotel had an enclosed courtyard only one vehicle entrance and one exit. It was pratically vacant except for us and others who were good at minding their own buisness. He looked over to a girl who was standing at the telephone. She had some eighties spandex shorts on, they were black except for two neon verticle green stripes. A very tight cut-off shirt held her small but taunt boobs in perfect effigy of themselves. Tejun bit his lower lip then turned his head towards me opening his mouth to speak. I cut him off, "No I will not go ask her how much, you are going to have to do that yourself."
He laughed, "What?" Spreading his arms, "I was just going to." He stopped and turned, dissappointed shutting the door with a pop. Walking back to the bed and sitting down while yawning, "She was probably too pricy." Tejun laughed.
Shaking my head, "I seriously doubt that." I opened an icechest and began to riffle through it looking for something suitable to drink, "Ok, out of respect for their beliefs they have caused the end of the world. But how?" I rolled my eyes to the left thinking out of the box, "We patronized ourselves to death."
"Yes Gabriel, we patronized them in the spirit of letting everyone believe what they want." He shook his head sadly, "It is like humanity said, Alright we convinced everyone that the Bible's story of the beginning it total bullshit. So we will lay off when it comes to what is happening with the END."
It hit me, "So out of some guilt or respect we are going to let the religious destroy us."
He smiled, "Yes. It is the same reason people attack me for saying Armageddon is bullshit." They are always saying, he spoke in his best critic voice, "You don't know if Revelations is true or not. How can you be so sure." He laughed and answered his own invisible appraiser, "Well for one, my belief has the promise or hope that the world will not end horribly. True it may not be a reality like-" Making quotation marks with his fingers, "The Bible describes but you know what?" I just looked at him, "At least mine has a shred of hope for everybody!" He pointed to somewhere outside, "Not just the select few." Anger came up in him.
I sighed and wished to myself he could have been a sheep like everbody else. Just living in some fucking haze of ignorance with a splash of bliss. A fatal coctail that does not like to be shaken or stirred. Seriously how many other men could have been this character? Hard men, the ilk kings and senators come from, but no, here he is, hiding away in a hotel room. A boy man who never grew up and never stopped believing he could make a differance. Tears find their way from his body often all because he feels everything. Seriously everything. Walking over I put my hand on his shoulder and he looked up into my eyes, "Fuck the elite."
He picked up his laptop, "Yea, fuck em."

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Ramblings

Jun. 22nd, 2007 | 07:10 am

I will call this... The Update

I just started writing one day, it was 9/11, I know it is cliche' but really somehow that made me write my first poem. The verse was lost in the life that began once I started expressing myself but I still remember it's purpose. To prevent 9/11 from happening again.
Most of what I have written comes out in one sitting. Sometimes carefully, mostly carelessly, I type the words that you have come to know. My emotions and sometimes drugs affect this greatly. Usually headlines or the sermons of preachers are great catalyst for my habit.
As a writer I have learned something about other writers. For one we don't know everything, sometimes we don't know anything. We are just writing our thoughts, we can catch them and instantly share them with others, infact we can't help it, that is why we do it. It is like masturbation or sex, or eating, we have to do it.
Writers, especially myself, are not always the most educated or learned individuals. Sometimes I write out of pure ignorant emotion, spewing things that I will later regret on some level, but never totally. Never enough for a retraction, in any classical sense, because I think it was meant to be written or said.
The only thing that can be considered a constant in my life are my questions. You see I have no real stagnate postition. I donot believe "anything" and at the same time I believe everything. Let me provide an example.

I am sure I can be quoted as saying, "The end of the world is bullshit."
Now someone can see that sentance and they can be quoted as saying, "Tejun does not think the world is going to end."
Then they look at my life and they speak with great certainty, "Tejun thinks the end of the world is bullshit." Oh really? Look deeper, peel away the layers of the obvious. The apparent polish that will fade with time and you will see the tarnished Christian that is Tejun.
I am fighting revelations. With a bowed head I stand before God and I am saying, "Don't destroy us Lord." At night before the baphomet I look into Satan's eyes and I whisper, "Be calm Prince, forgive us." Then with a kiss to the cross I make the sign of a Christian across my chest and ask Jesus, "Mend your rift with Satan and save the sons and daughters of Adam.... please."
The spiritual is up to me, my diplomatic coversations with the key characters in the saga of the destruction of earth are as powerful as the pleas of Lot. They have heard me and they send angels, fallen and beloved, to whisper into my ear the secrets of the universe.
Teaching me, that I must teach you, the end of the world is "our" saga, not theirs. It is "our" problem and they can only pick up the pieces. To stop the destruction of the planet many things must happen in the minds of men, some of which were,

from an angel of God, "Stop serving God like a slave, bowing and exalting, only humans require such adoration."

from an angel of Lucifer, "Stop seeing yourself as damned and wretched, you need no healing or salvation, you are perfect."

from an angel of Christ, "Stop treating the planet as if it is some trial of suffering, it is Eden, you have only forgotten."

I am probably very difficult to read, I wander all over the map, all of the time. Sometimes I appear as a staunch atheist, then other times a devil worshiper, and periodically I look as if I could be a Christian. So define that. Try to find the label for me.
But really, I do believe in Revelations. Why else would I be fighting it so hard? I think the reasons for the end of the world are many, so my attacks and arguments are numerous and widely vary. Some of my pleas are written with a more spiritual flare to touch the spiritual human. Other times my views come across with an atheistic point of view, to speak to the more, empirical minded humans. All in an attempt to stop "the end of the world".

um so yea wrap your head around that for awhile, but remember most of what I write is to stop, The end of the World.

long live humanity...
Tejun

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To Manson's Fans

May. 28th, 2007 | 04:37 pm
location: The Coast

To Manson's Fans

Hey Guys and girls, if you are upset about the insane cost of tickets next to the stage, just mob all the wealthy pricks at the concert and haul all their prissy asses to the rear!!
haha, peacefully though...

Also I don't think Mister Manson sees many if any of these comments, we are all just talking amongst ourselves here, which is fine.
I like to see all the Bands and the people who want to be in a band posting adds in here. Do you really love Manson or do you love his fan base, i love both personally. Either way, always be innovative when it comes to promoting your art, but I would concentrate on practicing your music, ehh because the only thing myspace sells is personalities.
Why am I writing this? Because I want to talk to you, Manson's fans. Do you realize what you are? Do you understand the social significance of this thing called "Manson's fan base"? This is not just any fan base kids, it is not like he is some asshole with nothing to say. No this "musician" is of a differant breed than your run of the mill "Spice Girlz" or "Justin Timberlake" artist.
He is like the tangible sound, the voice of an untouched idea, a sensible idea that has been made to look like a demon with eyeshadow. His voice resonates through what will be eternity, he stands in utter defiance of the powers that rule us... he is Freedom, he is America.
Fuck Falwell, any country can breed a religious zealot biggot, but this country in time for the new millenium has given the world Marilyn Manson and killed Falwell to make way for his return. As the ancient way folds over from a heart attack and ceases to speak, we bring forth The Heretic to speak to the WORLD. What a beautiful fucking thing!
Then there is you, the one who backs his voice up, by standing with him, fists in the air, screaming to our overlords, "you donot have control"....
These events, masked as concerts will be remembered for what they are, the birthplace of a global though revolution!



with love brought to you by The Myspace Prophet
Tejun Fowler

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The Gospel of Gabriel

May. 28th, 2007 | 01:00 pm
location: The Coast

The Gospel According to Gabriel


My name is Gabriel, the first Apostle to the AntiChrist. For some reason Tejun and I connected and we were best friends through our late teens and early twenties. At that time I never dreamed I would be writing down the gospel of The AntiChrist, but here I am dammit. I am not some follower, I don't see Tejun as anything but a guy, a human being. So should you, if anything survives in your skull from this moment on let it be this, Tejun is a human being. We can safely say he has taken this experience to the max and drug us along with him but he is still a man.
Let me restate, I am not a follower and I am not an Apostle. It is just a title given to add to an illusion. I accepted it because I understood the nature of this thing that has been created as an experiment and finally an example. You see he is only trying to make himself the AntiChrist to show you how religions are created. He wants you to see the processes in which your most sacred texts are formed and how they become worshiped. This is why I am writing about his life and mine, to help him show you.
He has never ordered me to do anything, despite what P of the AC(Passion of the AntiChrist) says. Everything I have done for him was put to me in the form of a request. Although he is in love with his own legend he is creating, it is like his master piece, Tejun is not a meglomaniac. He is someone who is trying to teach the world something, that is all. He has no desire to rule you or even to be remembered by you, but if you are to learn what he is teaching we decided you all would have to remember, Tejun.
Why am I trying to help teach you how your relgions were created? So you will stop serving them, so you will stop seeing yourself as some member of some righteous elite. Simply because you are not. The way I see it and hopefully the way you will soon see it, is that you are a slave, a slave to a book. I want to stop wars and oppression based soley on the ideas contained in a book. Humanity needs tools to combat this global mind enslavement called "religion" and my hope is The Gospel of the AntiChrist according to Gabriel will be one of those.

I met Tejun, The AntiChrist very recently, before this I knew Tejun the man. My account of his life will be called blasphemous by his followers, but to the ones who truly honor Tejun and what he attempted to show us, they will see the wisdom in the manner in which I have portrayed this complex man. His life came in phases. You see I knew him when he actually went to priests and ministers for answers, I knew him when he poured over the world's religious texts in search of wisdom and peace. Now as you all know, those texts became Tejun's bane, and the followers of those books are the ones who tried to kill him. Before his death, in what I call Tejun's golden age, I witnessed priests and ministers coming to Tejun for answers.

Tejun's auto-biography begins with his suicide attempt when he was a young man. I pratically lived right around the corner at the time most of this suicidal bullshit went down. Looking back on it I wish I could have done more as I watched my friend become a homosexual. One day he was entertaining all the girls at Hooter's and then on the ride home he drops the big one on me in a drunken confession. This changed our lives forever. He was always a thinker and a questioner, but out of denial, he never confronted this issue in his life. It was strange to see an upright human being become a victim so suddenly. Society and everyone he trusted said homosexuals were evil, other gay people and liberal people would explain to him it was all ok. Again he didn't trust gay people or liberals, and as much as he loved them, he couldn't believe them.
This lead him to the question, "Why? Why was it evil?" So then the AntiChrist began to grow right before my eyes. The crazy bastard began to attend differant services from various faiths. He would feign as a follower and infiltrate the internal workings of the churches with the ease of a well financed CIA agent. Not once did anyone suspect him as he prayed next to Muslims or walked the grounds of the Mormon Temple, once by simply lying really well he took communion at a Catholic Church. He ate and drank religion and faith in a sad search for validation. I witnessed his anguish grow with each day that passed, for every single one was another empty explanation for what he was. He slowly became convinced he was a wretch.
I probably didn't help things either, you see we were raised in the same red-neck of the woods, so it was hard to see him bringing over guys without shirts and pacifiers in their mouths, giving each other backrubs under the influence of E. Another contributing factor was that he had a wonderful skill of getting what ever dude he chose. The few times I gained the nerve to accompany him to a gay bar. I would watch him survey the crowd until he would find the one he wanted. Now I am not gay, but I can tell you that the ones he procurred for the evening were top notch pieces of ass. His whole life is like that though, he may have been on the street, had hard times, but seriously the guy gets what he wants, it just happens. Even if he doesn't want it to.
Since he was good at being gay he instantly fell in with the "gay identity", this meant he accepted his new label. Sadly this label, in this and many other countries comes with a lot of baggage. This prodded a beast inside of Tejun, that for better or worse, caused all of this you are reading about now. It is ironic how religion hates homosexaulity so much they dedicated space in their sacred books to accost it. But because of their demonization of this sexual act they literally created Tejun, the death of religions. He realized how simple the cure to his anguish was, take the phrase in those books and see them as a lie. It worked, and of course this opened the door to the biggest ephiany in his life, religious texts and those who serve them above humanity, are bullshit!
Revenge is something Tejun never takes part in. I have been witness to his willingness to forgive many times but I would be lying by ommision if I was to say revenge was never carried out in his name. No he didn't order burly thugs to exact his revenge, it was all done in a much more frightening way. You see, the universe exacted it's revenge on those who chose to transgress against the AntiChrist. I have seen a dance club siezed and closed down after he was removed and taunted for being gay. Another time someone who did not pay him wages, he risked his life to earn, was invovled in a horrible boating accident. The list goes on, not once has a violation ever gone unpunished. A violation meaning, upsetting Tejun, truly upsetting him. This is a very rare occurance, yea he gets upset, but never vengeful. The very few times The AntiChrist has ever been prodded enough that he looks upon a human with hate, that person is punished by, I honestly don't know.
Tejun as well as I were both aware of this and he often tried to think of ways to never become angry. He did not have the training of a Tibetin monk so he has some work to do but he kept at it. See that is the biggest misconception about Tejun, people think he is evil, likes death, dark, gothic or emo. It is laughable because he is no such thing, people in weak attempts to understand him have labeled him as an attention craved brat having a tantrum. It was that and other views like those that allowed him to rise to the point he has. No one had a fucking clue who he was until it was way too late to stop him.......

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His peace was demonstrated to me many times, over and over, it wasn't an act, and the few times he snapped they were the exception to the rule and usually an intoxicant was involved. One of the last times I saw him he was drunk, huddled over his laptop he called, "The Spirit". He looked up and laughed audibly and said while pecking away with lightening fingers that never slowed despite him talking and being drunk, "Yea I should not be writing right now but hey I thought no one is going to bother me for awhile so I was going to try it." I offered to leave by signaling towards the door, his fingers instantly stopped and he smiled shaking his head, "No stay." He hated to be alone and any company was always welcomed. Worry dominated his facial features, constantly stressed because of the death of his friends and the unending assasination attempts.
I sat down next to him and glanced at the screen, always interested in what new thing he was writing. "How are you doing Tejun?"
"Um I am alive right now." He made motions with his hands, "Really, I feel everything, but, uh I dunno.... a blank, a fear, no a blank, an unknown, keeps me from the blissful every present moment." He started posting a myspace bulletin while speaking to me, "I spend time casting signals through existence, waves of thought and energy, I whisper to the world, Tejun Fowler, Tejun, AntiChrist.... look... listen... please..." His depression was apparent and a tear rolled down his cheek.
Slowly, containing sobs he said with a hopeless flop of his hand, "I represent something that can only be labeled as evil, yet I speak a message that can only be seen as love... a love no one will see... ever. Some authors are doomed to live lives where they are never heard and the dreams they chronicled are never realized." He pressed "post" and another revelation of The AntiChrist was posted to thousands of young people, "They were the lucky ones."
I tried to support him, "I do see this world is nothing what we have been told... ever. This world is but a manifestation of our thoughts. Your fucking thoughts are real Tejun. Just as real as Abraham, Jacob, Mathew or John. Islam's prophet has the same insight into the nature of God and Allah as you, or me, or anyone else out there." I put my hand on his shoulder, "That is what you have been teaching us all."
Tejun countered, "They are trying to kill me for defying the memory and message of these ancients."
I annouced angrily, "I spit in their face. With every word you write, every question you manifest and every ideal you challenge you honor the ancients."
He nodded in agreement, "People don't realize the ancients did the same thing I am doing. That is the only reason they are the fucking ancients. I am simply contributing to the mass of questions and proposed answers that makeup the entire sum of our knowledge. Everything we know, everything we worship and everything we think about was handed to us by someone like me." He touched my shoulder, "And you Gabriel."
He looked at the computer and spoke as he wrote a revelation, "So tremble now, before the words and sentences of one who dictates the will of God. Know that in some distant future people will be stupid enough to kill over what I have written.... I am a super villian, I should be killed and burned this very moment because I continue to write with the knowledge that one day some asshole will be stupid enough to end a life over what I have written." Sighing, "Fools."
I reminded him, "It was our choice to take on these labels. We have always known the cost of attempting to teach the world this lesson."
"Now we are sandwiched in terms that everyone has been bred and drugged to fear. This makes me dead, invisible someone who watches as cynical tyrannical murders lie and cheat humanity into total choas."
A look of dissapointment betrayed Tejun's thoughts, "I don't know if I can get them to look past the AntiChrist label. Only a few have seen what is hiding here." He touched the area over his heart.
Standing and looking out of the slit in the drapes of his hotel room, which was more like a temporary safe house, I verified the two members of The Harem were still out front watching the door. They were a couple of strapping, well-trained, dangerous, young lads, beautiful by anyones standards but deadly. We had them park in a car across the lot as lookouts. The room was one of those tiny little things you would have an affair in with the smoke smell and everything. There was an adjoining door to The Apostle Guy's room, the room on the other side of his was mine. I turned around and asked, "Why do you have the door to Guy's closed?"
Tejun looked to the room and all of his anguish sluffed away and he smiled to himself, "He is sleeping."
Satisfied I nodded, We were in L.A. and it was hot, muggy, brown, the air had substance, almost chewable. Making a disgusted face, "I admit I have hope, the enviorment will get worse. Has anyone realized that when massive storms and ice shelf meltings shut down major metropolitin areas all over the world's coast lines that the CARBON output will instantly be fixed?"
The AntiChrist laughed and nodded, "Yea, do you think New Orleans had the same CARBON output the day after Katrina!?"
I laughed, "So yea the major cities will be destroyed and the planet will be able to fix itself. Everyone needs to settle down."
He said in a whisper wavering a tad from the alchol, "True the evacuation of all the major coastal cities will create a huge starving thirsty refugee population numbering in the hundreds of millions. The resulting wars and unrest will destroy or fuckup the rest of civilizied humanity."
"Millions will die."
He nodded agreeing, "Possibly billions." Tejun looked up to check my face for a reaction, he didn't want to scare me. Quickly he cast The AntiChrist's light onto the doom and gloom of things to come. He looked at the wall, but he looked beyond it, it was as if he was looking into a magic pool of water fortelling the future, "But we will survive in pockets." He looked at me again an smiled almost excited, "We will." He pointed at me, "Gabriel we are stronger than the religions who drove us to this. They will get their end-times but humanity won't die. Religion will." He looked off into that place, "After this travisty, humans will remember that religion leads to destruction."
I smiled and crossed my arms leaning on the brown paneling that covered the entire room, "So speaks the AntiChrist."
Tejun looked at me with out of the corner of his eyes and then dropped his gaze to the laptop and began to type as he whispered, "So speaks the AntiChrist."

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