Christ Over - Daniel R. Angel

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Chapter 1 (v.1) - Christ Over - Daniel R. Angel

Submitted: January 21, 2012

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A child so given up on he gives up.  He prays, whishes, demands to be nothing.  To
not exist.  If this is life, no one should have to live through this.  So there
should be nothing.  He damns god to no extent.  Others have done such deeds before
sure.  But none have meant it with their every thread of being...
Looks like sleep coming.  Feels like sleep coming.  Seemed like sleep.  I am among
four.  They are in front of me, in font of `eden`.  I can see they are holding
`eden` together with thier minds, this paradoxed time.  I know a sense of fright is
sent to me, like Briar Rabbit, I am not afraid.  "What do you mean you need my
soul`s help to keep this `eden` afloat?"  "NO!" I say to them.  Curiously I look
deeper.  I know I cannot be stopped, I have full access and I am not afraid...
I stop all time.  All dimentions, stopped.  All spaces between spaces, stopped.
Eveything, stopped...

 

Each generation that passes goes back and does it again the right way.  Soon, as
the puzzle realigns itself equilibrium is restored.  Paradoxally, we need one more.

 

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Christ Over - Daniel R. Angel

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I was born in Omaha, 1973.  St. Joseph`s hospital.  In my life I have started a
house on fire, kiss french, ran away from home, and defended my brother three years
my elder, in a fight with a dog chain.  Then we moved.  Looks like I`ll start
kindergarten in Colorado.
We seen several cities in Colorado.  By the first grade I knew I was on my own.  I
hid a fifty dollar bill I stole from the parents in my brothers dresser drawer.  He
got the spoon for that one.  I shoved our family cat into a water pipe killing her.
We would go to nebraska to swim.  The old lady would take us while he worked.  We
usually caught the old lady in precarious situations.  Usually in one of the old
man`s friends cars in the lot.  We moved again, and I`m in second grade now.  Just
in time to see my sister savagely raped in my parents bedroom.  I remember him look-
ing at me yelling to get the fuck out of there.  My sister got beat for threatening
to tell afterwards.  It also hailed the biggest hail I ever seen.
Then we moved to the county seat.  I`m in third grade now.  I got put into special
education at that school.  Was a blur.  Don`t want to remember.  I don`t remember
getting sent back, but I remember being back.  I had found a lost puppy that year.
I begged and begged to keep him until finally it was agreed I could keep him.  I
woke up for school a few weeks later and went to feed Rusty.  He was gone!!  I
went to school crying.  I asked the class for help, crying. Three days passed until
I overheard the old lady ask the old man when the puppy was going to be weaned.  A
new puppy?  For me?!  Then I hear the old lady the next day talking to a friend on
the phone about how they gave Rusty to a rancher so they could get a cocker spaniel
to breed for money.  The old lady, never short of her jokes, gave me tampons for
x-mas.  Wrapped, under the tree.  A joke kids don`t understand.  By the fourth grade
I am in boy scouts.  I give the old man the dates for father\\son night a month in
advance.  I was the only boy there by himself, but I stood tall.  When the globe-
trotters came to this small county seat I figured it to be a slam dunk.  The old
man took my brother and left me at home.  I wondered the whole time they were gone.
Now in this timeframe something happened that I will share later.That is also the
year I tried to imply my french kissing lessons on a seven year old.  There were
beatings in our house.  I was wearing the old man`s belt marks on my ass every week.
If the old lady lost her marbles, you got it with a wooden spoon.  The old man never
stopped her much, he was too afraid of her walking out on him.  In thier quest to
fix me I was sent to a counselor.  Counselor called therapy a rap session.  Any-
thing we rap about is strictly confidential he states.  Ok then, I`m going to test
this guy, my first therapist.  "My old man spanks me with his metal spiked weight
lifting belt".  Now the old lady never could keep her mouth shut.  She warned me the
next day if I lie again they will pull me from counseling.  Fuck, why wait?  I knew
they were full of shit.  The old lady has worked in the restaurant business for many
years.  In Colorado she happened on the one restaurant that the local law used.  In
time they all got to know each other.  Coffee talk.  (The old lady never could keep
her mouth shut).  That year we had the police chief over for new years.  Was weird
having all that marijuana and cops around at the same time.  Coffee talk the next day
was how drunk the police chief was when he stopped at the police station to piss on
his way home.  So it wont suprise you to know a cop from that department was too
drunk one day and rear ended a civilians car at a stop sign.  He was on duty.  He
never lost his job either.  Crooked motherfuckers.  Now the old lady being a power
junky/control freak, soon has a job at the sheriff`s department.  Surely safe from
the spoon now.  That job kept the old lady busy.  Soon she is doing a lot of trans-
ports, taking and picking up prisoners in other states.  One day the old man and I
are on the back porch wrenching on by bicycle.  The old lady opens the window and
tells the old man he needs to look into a divorce.  The old man didn`t miss a beat,
we kept on wrenching as he said he would.  Neither of us looked at her.  Soon the
old man comes home with a thunderbird instead.  Some friends of mine from school see
the car go by them in this small town.  They see the old lady sitting in the middle,
and someone "old enough to be her dad" driving.  She denied it being her, or the
old mans car.  Before that romance can bloom fully, the old lady lines up my brother
and I to go swim at the lake.  Upon arrival there is a camper and a guy from work.
This one younger than the old lady.  My brother and I get sent walking around the
lake.  I guess with us there the old man wont go inspecting.  I was in fifth grade
when the old lady got that law job.  Sixth grade the old lady finally thought enough
of me to put me into a better school.  But soon she has a conflict with my teacher.
What`s wrong with this teacher?  Don`t he know she is the law?  Soon I am being sent
to school with pennies for lunch money.  That teacher took it out on me though.  I
got slapped across the face one day in class by him.  Defend myself came to mind as
I balled my fist.  Teacher saw this and threatened to splatter me on the science
wall.  The old man is working out of town, the old lady is too busy to see us kids.
(Seventh grade.  I see her.  The most beautiful thing ever.  She has an undeniable,
unforgettable beauty).


MY LIFE`S DIRECTION


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The timeframe when something happened, changed everything.  I had learned that life
sucks.  I do not know what suicide is at that point, so I go to the next best thing.
All alone in my room on my bottom bunk, crying, I interlace my fingers and I pray,
because if there is a god, you are gonna hear me this time.  "god, I hate you.  This
is not a life.  Fuck you god, I wish I was nothing, to not exist.  And you should
not exist either if this is life, and damn you, damn you, damn you!"  Many souls
have done such deeds, sure.  None meant it with thier very thread of being.  Sleep.
I feel sleep coming.  Yep, this is sleep...All my emotions calm down.  I am awake,
am I floating?  There are four in front of me, behind them I see `eden`.  This must
be heaven, I can see they are holding `eden` together mentally.  Should it be that
difficult?  I am not scared, but they seem to think I am, or that I should be.  They
are known as god, god found others like him and I am the fifth, if I so choose.
To accomplish this I must declare my soul to let them continue as they are.  Now
that covers a lot of ground.  I can see into them already so, curiously I look deeper
into them.  I feel it, I cannot be stopped.  I have full access, and I am not afraid.
I stop everything.  All time, stopped.  All dimensions, stopped.  All spaces between
spaces, stopped.  All is stopped but the four in front of me.  "What the hell is
this?"  "They are your family!"  "We are your family!"  Bingo, no, that`s a blackout.
It all makes sense now.  I stop the four as well, `frozen` like everything else.
Cold as hell.  I am the only aware entity.  What have I done?  What have they done? 
We need help, runs through my thoughts.  I need help.  Someone just like me.  I look
through time...you will do just fine.  "Well, let`s go make a deal" he said...

 

 

 

(What about the pieces of souls they were stealing?  What have they learned by now?).
The four would be in the space between the beyond and earth, tricking life there.
The shift of power was evident, but not the extent of the shift.  One of them tried to
kill his body off to return to the power first and win.  Theoretically it would work.
(pluto was a planet).  They could line up their lives on earth, then jump into the
world.  They cannot wield raw power on earth.  The deal was to go on earth and be the
most cruel human, without getting caught.  The one with the most cruelty wins.  They
knew I had to be overtook for any win in thier favor.  They all took off, into the
world.  Grayce hid the fact that the world was still stopped, they are now froze again. 
We got them.  Now let`s look at what they were planning.  Wesley, the one who tried to
get back first.  He planned an easy life.  Ladies man, free money in a bank waiting.
He tried to kill his body off halfway through the deal in a private airplane, his.  He
is the youngest of the two brothers, spoiled rotten. He got the plane crash, to the
end.  That was it.  He returned cocky as hell.  "God is not impressed" i told him.  We
three heard him thinking his next return already.  She sent him back faster than I ever
seen someone get returned.  To date anyway.  "I want to see him in there!  My life will
cross our paths!"  I will make sure, personally.  He hated me passionately beyond.  As
our paths crossed, we became true friends.  Dependent on eachother.  That, is another
time.
George.  He knew their time was up.  He tried to go in and do no harm to anything,  but
no good neither.  He would only help his family.  Well now, what kind of a lesson is
that?  George fell in love with a woman who lived on earth.  When she passed, with his
help, (she fell in love and showed him that slice of commitment).  (That`s what I think
anyway).  So they had been having children on earth for a long time.  Resetting them-
selves as they saw fit.  George was left to that life, with a God factor instituted.
He fell on hard times regularly.  His smarts paradoxed and sent to earth, invented as
computers.  It is only a copy of his smarts mind you, as he is used to riding the plan,
not having raw power.  Now let him feel himself in the computer idea, just a glance, a
sense of whole he does not have but knows where it is.  I will need to know these com-
puters.  Now paradox a copy and give it to someone worthy on earth.  Someone who will
show the g-men pussies they aint shit.  For all thier `dollars` in research, they cannot
achieve what John Q. Public can.  Therefore we know of it, they cannot hide it from us.
George is still extremely smart.  He always used to buy the `top of the line` computers,
blowing what money he had at the time.  He was searching for himself, you see.  He was
taught the first fourty years of his life, but still left as human.  He ages as normal
now, weighing in at a heavy two hundred and thirty pounds.  Has been trying to quit
smoking cigarettes off and on for years at a time. He remembers his brother dying in a
plane crash.  George was god, controlling our world from beyond, always knowing what was
going to happen.  He was the first out of his world, with raw power there.  It waits for
him, cold as hell.  We wanted them to go back on their own, to use their thoughts to
teach themselves the lesson.  They took sometimes fifty percent plus of an incoming
entities soul.  But they are not lost.  We all thought of this alot.  We decided to
split those entities, returning what was not tainted, taught wrong, to thier owners. 
The other individual percentages that were tainted were sent back into the world, thier
paths under God`s eye, truely.  When those percentages return the rest of them is re-
turned to them first.  Within themselves is all the information they were kept from
until they were ready, like a cloud computer that you catch up with.

 

 

ALL FOR ONE


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I had discovered the highest level to date when I arrived there.  Only to discover even
higher moments later after I seen her.  I arrived beyond powerful, but new to the game.
After I had the flavor of `heaven` I was disgusted.  I was alone.  Truly alone, again.
The power to look anywhere and make things happen.  I looked first. Someone like me
could only be my child.  What if her and I had children?  First is a girl. Chance comes
to mind.  Now I am thinking of her as already real.  So, she was there then.  I look
more.  A boy.  "Dad, should mom name him?"  Wow, my daughter.  Here with me.  But I un-
derstand what I did.  I thought of helping everyone, everything, even the four.  Can I
get any higher.  Chance must have brought him.  She tells me his name is Grayce.  We
knew then, us three.  We were pioneering.  We knew the answers to our thoughts.  The
choice was which direction.  Put the hammer down, or stroll.  Trudging was over, of
that we were sure.  First more knowledge.  What did we just do.  Paradox.  We learn.  I
looked past being murdered by my mother.  What if...  That is when I saw her.  I didn`t
stop looking though.  My simultaneous thought of helping everything opened doors in-
stantly.  While there I had the pleasure of meeting a young man.  He was from places
worse off than the u.s.a.  After a long intellectual talk  asked, "What would you do as
President of the united states?"  I think he`ll do just fine.  "What about medicinal
pot?"  He was tough on that but logic won.  "Don`t worry" I told him, "God has your
back.  Want to be born in East L.A?  We laughed.  To raise the kids I maneuvered time,
emotions, events, a lot of things were done to raise them.  Time has no meaning in the
beyond, just distance.  Distance its self has no real meaning beyond either.  If you
choose to combine those when you pass beyond, well, things can be fun.
 

 

ONE FOR ALL

 


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Jesus Christ never happened.  Not like you think. Being tricked in the space before
the beyond, they were asking him to `help` them, he looked and instead of giving his
soul for salvage, he showed what he would do to help them.  It would be a farse, but
it would help them continue.  George, knowing that he cannot continue this salvaging
forever agrees, overlooking the fact...Jesus has an intact soul.  George tried to get
Jesus to go back to earth and do it personally.  Instead Jesus thought it upon the
earth.  So impressed was George with this one, he never looked into his soul.  When I
arrived beyond I looked at all four, the problems like a nail out of wood, easy to see.
Jesus almost became an afterthought to me, but my meticulous inspections prevail.  At
first glance I noticed nothing major, being in the mindset.  When I came back around
looking , inspecting again, I seen him clearer.  Then...bam, I fell in love again.  He
was surviving, regretting the thought all the while, staying good, truely.  He played
a major role in this.  Not god`s son, but adopted by all.  He did come back to help.
That is another story.

 

 

Humans in 1950?  We could raise children, but not a country.  C`mon, today we are all
multi-tasking.  Before it was only them, their family.  In time we have been learning
to understand, paradoxed into our everyday lives.  Almost all of us.  (They thought
this crap onto earth, but we can beat it).  This is the human pinnacle. 
 

 


Methamphetamine.  Introduced by George`s thoughts.  That is how crap got here.  Greed.
Caveman never knew violence.One day George and Wes are bored.  What if these cave-
men wandered and discovered those cavemen.  They get along.  Ok, paradox back and do it
again.  Each time he does this, time if you will, or times will, keeps going.  He has
to hold eternity together or he`ll lapse.  Who knows what happens to an entity then.
Now the `easy life` is thought in.  Caveman is stealing.  But then he sees a quality
he cannot resist.  His love.  There is no missing link.  George sped up the dial for
caveman to become human, but left the earth dial be.  So we get monkey -> caveman +
George speed dialing = human.  I didn`t look farther ahead than meth, as my will can-
not stop puting down bad thoughts.  If you think it, I am going to teach you a better
way, verdad.  George thought that crap in, but to reset and take it out...would you
teach one child to love and the others not to?  Or teach one what not to do and the
others nothing?  I will teach them all everything.  No more ignorance.  All for one
and one for all.


 

 


The fishing pole.  Someone is having a bad day, radio wont get reception while play-
ing thier favorite song.  Snap, they throw the radio against the wall.  Someone in thier
house cooking dinner.  They just happen to look up and see the neighbor`s child fall in
the pool at the perfect moment, saved.  Eureka.  Epiphamy.  Higher consciousness.  Even
if it was just Chance, you got poled.  The Polar Bear.  Imagine in your house you have a
glass cubed room twenty nine feet by twenty nine feet.  Inside this cube is a polar bear.
It lives in the wild, but no matter where it goes, there it is visible within that cube.
Now you can look farther than the twenty nine feet when you want to.  Like a zoom button
in your mind.  (Don`t want house clutter).  You can look north, east, south or west, or
all directions at once.  Even the ability to see the bear`s past or future.  As you look
to the bears future, the bear crosses paths with two hikers.  The bear sees one of them
and runs.  The other hiker sees the bear running (he got poled) and informs his friend,
causing them to deviate from thier present course.  Now up ahead had the bear not been
there, the avalanche that fell, (they thought they caused it), would`ve fell on them. 
Either both hikers or thier descendants are going to be an asset for the good.  What if
they or thier descendants are not good assets?  Bear wins in that case, as the avalanche
wouldn`t have been there then.  Was the bear poled to be there, or was it just a Chance
run in?  Either way, we have ourselves back.  We have smarts, better use them.  So then,
let`s use the bad crap left in here against its self until it is gone. (one more).  In
fact, use bad poles on the bad things, good poles on all things (Grayce`s idea), and the
timeframe for change is upon us.  You may want to stay up to speed/alert with life now.

 


 
Japan.  Perhaps they were seen to join China in war against the U.S., paradoxally.  Well,
can`t have war, NO MORE, so use the earthquake.  (Mess with one rice you get the whole
cake).  What is left is change.  Japan is tired of nuclear problems,  those that would`ve
been cornerstones for war are gone.  China may be scarier with one billion people, but
the point is, change is here.  Now pole the shit out of them.  One billion.  I call it a
head start.  2012.  This is the year, the one I have been waiting for.  This is all I
needed to give America back to its rightful owners, the world.  Since I was nine years
old, government prics have had the bad poles off of them.  I took all poles off of them.
Thier choice.  Serve the world and show us how to win.  Play god, get fucked.  Here is
how we did it using what we knew so far.  Implant a thought to the g-men.  Something they
can see the best choice in. - Money should`ve collapsed then, for if they chose the right
path, that implanted thought would`ve been paradoxed out.  But now they have stolen from
all the world, teaching the world leaders to follow suit, even how to.  We the people of
the world are slaves for the governments.  Taught to continue with greed so they can leave
this rock, leaving us behind to face the `asteroid` alone.  Well boys, the asteroid was
paradoxed out as I promised.  However, I waited until you buried yourselves first.  And
remember, you g-men cannot do what John Q. Public can.  That is why you cannot guarantee
deep space travel.  You cannot figure it out.  Must be a slice of hell.  My gift to you,
which is well deserved.  Trying to cheat death behind the world`s people.  The world is
going to be here for 2013.  This is the first wake up call to the world.  America can be
passed as number one world power.  Most likely by a country with a billion people.  I say
to you America, love thy neighbor, love thy brother.  Those that choose the right path
shall inherit it, sooner rather than later.  Imagine a halo over your head, and within
this halo is all the knowledge known to date on earth and beyond.  As we choose the right
path, (our families in beyond have the pole), the pole is used to twitch a thought your
way by touching that thought in the halo.  A gift for choice.  Careful what you wish for.
And dont try to play god, just do as God would, then, we all have a fair Chance.  Can`t
look god in the face?  Kiss my ass!  What the hell are you doing that no one else can see?
Did you feel guilty?  Through paradox I share what I have with all.  I don`t like to be
alone.  But, no lazy motherfuckers allowed.  So if you have a god position, um, get to
work, yesterdecade.  government is first on the god list.  Light speed.  Can`t go faster?
What the hell?  You are hiding some shit in government aint you.  Been using computer
models on how to bilk more money out of us slaves without collapse.  At least until the
`asteriod` hits anyway.  And you want to spread this shit to other planets?  ok Dr. evils,
no teleporting for you.  Any of this sinking in dumbasses?  You need John Q. Public.  g-
men do not get poled good or bad since I was nine.  They knew as we talked in Paradox.
They assumed the poles would fix them when I write this.  We took poles away, left to play
god with your choices.  It was easy...help all, win all.  But no, you wanted to play as-
teroids.

 

 

Yawning and sneezing.  One moves you foreward, one moves you backwards.  In short, either
you are going to tie with the train or not.  Your choice, as when I shared power with all,
the condition is that only you can call a lesson onto yourself.  Only fear yourself.  Good luck

 

 

NOAH`S ARCADE


 
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p.s. so I can`t spell, can`t speak right.  But yet I know what I`m talking about.
I corrected some, but it is time to harvest my marijuana crop, so I got to go. PEACE

Daniel R. Angel

 


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