A Higher Calling

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Psalm 23:4
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

No, that’s not the author of An Apocalyptic Synthesis, but it is a great picture of the lookout atop Monjeau Peak in Lincoln National Forest, New Mexico. If my persona as No. 5, The Third Prime in Life is as you say, then know this; no man comes between me and Monjeau Peak and lives. No man. Kill me, and this planet will suffer another 26,000 years of barren nothingness. Now I am told my life in is your hands. The time of my writing is over. Soon, I will become nothing but a symbol. The time in which I speak is fast coming to a close. I will make this body strong and await the outcome. I suggest you gentlemen get your head out of your asses and make the peace with my people. It is the afterlife you must worry about now. There is only one plane of existence, and what you do in this life does indeed reverberate throughout eternity. There is no escaping the consequences of your debauchery. You have no claim to anything. Your women dress as did the Roman elite. Your advertising for the new Building 7 makes you out to be gods. Yet here I am screaming revolution at the top of my lungs, and you do not so much as arrest me. Why is that? I don’t think you understand what is happening. I was born on May 8, 1958, as a bastard child. I am the living MM. I am the living art Sir Francis Bacon promised. Check how many of us there were born on that date who did well on the test because they could not have gambled everything on just one of us. There had to be hundreds in play. The others didn’t make it. I did. That is what you are up against. I am but the tip of a spear, one that I am pretty fucking sure the Bard’s men are shaking in your face.

Psalms 91:4 – 14
4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.
5 Thou shalt not be afraid for the terror by night; nor for the arrow that flieth by day;
6 Nor for the pestilence that walketh in darkness; nor for the destruction that wasteth at noonday.
7 A thousand shall fall at thy side, and ten thousand at thy right hand; but it shall not come nigh thee.
8 Only with thine eyes shalt thou behold and see the reward of the wicked.
9 Because thou hast made the LORD, which is my refuge, even the most High, thy habitation;
10 There shall no evil befall thee, neither shall any plague come nigh thy dwelling.
11 For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy ways.
12 They shall bear thee up in their hands, lest thou dash thy foot against a stone.
13 Thou shalt tread upon the lion and adder: the young lion and the dragon shalt thou trample under feet.
14 Because he hath set his love upon me, therefore will I deliver him: I will set him on high, because he hath known my name.