Welcome to the mind of John Scott Ridgway. Beware falling rocks and angels.

YOU ARE ABOUT TO ENTER WHAT THE INTELLIGENCE COMMUNITY CALLS THE 'WITTING.' The implication being anyone who doesn't know what is truly going on in the world is 'unwitting.' I have an academic/artist background that includes three books, oil painting, radio and tv... though mostly, I write on the web and give the words away. Better read than dead, I always say. I studyied military intelligence, cults, english, history, and philosophy, among other subjects that I took in my quest to have something to say in my work.... I am proud to say I studied under peaceful warriors, like Dr. Danial Stern, an icon in the sixties who hung out with the panthers, dealt with agent provocaters, spies.


Find me on facebook at john scott ridgway... there are two of me... one is active. I trust you can figure it out. Doing a lot of stuff there. Basically showing my daily trek throughout the dozens of papers I peruse while waiting in some bush, pr parked somewhere, you know, out stalking, or whatever, you know... hunting humans, maybe... but not in an illegal way. Really.

I urge you to try out my new Jesus, blog, too. He is nothing like you have read before. This creature from the planet Heaven is mistaken for an alien, a cult leader, a terrorist.... Military intelligence agents and secrets are thrown all over in this blog.... please spread my writing whereever forfree... The book is not just for Christians. I am almost an agnostic... I, Christ... will lead you to heaven, or at least give you a lot to think about. After years of getting mostly a's in college, I can at least parrot a few things you have not heard.

Tuesday, February 15, 2005

a conversation between the denizens of my mind.

ME: How are you doing?

i: Oh, you know... not so good.

me: How come?

I: Oh, you know... I see all this horror everyday, read the news and all. And the war, and bush and .... the list is endless.

me: Yea, well, the list of glorious things is just as endless, eh?

i: That damned half empty glass still looks half empty to me.

me: Well, no one can make you feel better.

I: Weed might, but I have none and won't be buying any anytime soon.

ME: You have to make the effort, take up your sword and do battle with the dark thoughts.

I: Yea, but the people who do that most effectively are called sociopaths, okay? I want to keep my heart open, my mind ever changing with new information. I need to look into the heart of the proverbial darkness. I mean, I'm a writer . . . and my goal is to be a damn good one, and that requires being aware of my world. Even the dark stuff.

ME: Sure, but that doesn't mean that you can just go with a depression. They are unproduictive, get you no where, and produce, god forbid, more of your stupid ass poems.

I: hey, I wrote a couple good poems.

ME: Out of maybe 20 thousand. And that was back In college. Why are you contesting this, you hate your poems more than I do.

I: That is all too true. The problem is, even the writing I like, is all on a blog, instead of in a book. A book would buy me a few of the little things I would like, and allow me to afford to get a new cat.

ME: You only have today. The right here. If you can come back to that, look around at the things you do have.... I would say be grateful to god for what you have, but that topic is undiscussible with people like you.

I: You never told me that you were religious?

ME: Oh, yea... I am a mystic and still in your mind, though obvioysly you don't call on me much.

I: I did this conversation thing a lot when I was going through Proggof Journaling at a nunnery.

ME: Did it help you feel better about yourself?

I: back then, I was sure that my writing would take me where I want to go, into some place of power or wealth where I can actually help out the world.

ME: lots of people tell you that your writing means something to them.

I: They like it because its for free.

ME: You have a wonderful dog, a worshipful cat, a lovely lover, an apartment on the lake, a big screen tv, internet access, lots of good, honorable friends, a lot of oil paintings, and paint and naked canvasas ready for your next bout of painting... Listing things like this does make you feel better, huh?

I : yea, it does. I once would have just tried to 'turn over' my problems to god, and try to forget them. I miss that almost as much as that feeling of being tied into the universe.

Me: I miss it more, but we both know that you have to avoid mental viruses that obscure the truth of life. If there is a god, it will think your way is moral and right, surely. You really do stick your neck out, jump into fights and stop them, and all sorts of stuff. You even wrote a funny entry today, the first in a month.

I: well, I hope that if anyone reads this, they can take this technique and bear their pain a little easier.

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