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.

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

journal of a day

This morning I am sitting in the after effects of a sleepless night. Yesterday I was painting, and feeling extraordinarily inspired, finished a very complex drawing for m.’s office (I am going to paint the scene as well, so she will have both in her rather large space). The drawing has a nice looking woman’s face; it looks like she is looking through a window, because I draw her as a rectangle. The effect looks like she is framed. On one side of her, I drew a city disappearing into the horizon. The other side I drew hills and forests and tilled fields also going back to the lake. The lake serves as the horizon. In the sky are clouds all puffy and intricately drawn. The cross hatching alone took a week.

I always carry a drawing pad and a bunch of pencils with me. I draw on the train a lot, in coffee shops... the scribbling is like knitting to me. My mother knitted, and I am sure that I draw out of the same impulse. Usually there are few good drawings in my pad, because I am basically working out paintings in them, so I am unconcerned about finishing them.

The bud in my bong is light green and shimmering with crystals of pure thc. I am as high as the sky.
Along with the kind bud, I have taken Valium, effexor (a Prozac like drug, the increases seratonin) nerontin (a downer), synthetic morphine (Tramadol).

I am actually taking less of the Valium than prescribed because with everything else in my system, the addition of one of those little yellow pills makes me drunk. This would be fine, but M. hates me when I am twisted like that. They really take away all of my pain (normally I am in pain 24 7. So, of course, I do too much activity for my disability, and end up in excruciating .

Too much activity could cause the loose bone to push into a nerve that could paralyze me. The present pieces of nerves grinding against my nerves only cause pain in my back and legs. I have a bit of bone as big as the top of your finger that has drifted an inch of more away from my spine. Incredibly enough, my body adjusted to try to deal with the bone, by covering it in cart ledge.

I went in for an MRI on Monday and will see a neurosurgeon on march 22 and we will decide if I need a serious, have to learn to walk and suffer through months of hellish pain or hellishly addictive drugs.... but, I might get better. Sex might no longer make me feel pain. The pain is like a big stop sign. They stop me from roller blading, driving, and a zillion other things—like I can only stand and shop and stuff for a couple hours without causing myself extreme

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