THE RELIGIOUS PSYCHO KILLERS SHIT LIST

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.

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Thursday, May 15, 2008

lost and found

Weary warriors wane into a twilight of slogans
they are the believers
convinced combatants
drafted into a dream young
raised in the propaganda of violent cartoons

drawn along through video games
that reward virtue and deceit
as equally as our urges

the games make sense of a world

where if u do good you are rewarded
there...
in the game...
in a stoner's dream of an Afternoon
spent lazily hitting buttons on a controller

GOD himself has shone a spotlight
on hi s son
sets him up at the middle of the world stage

now the only light I feel are the search lights
of solders and spies and scientists
seeking thru the forest of my mind
for any of the deities thoughts
that have eluded them

I have only to wave my wand
to make the world's leaders disappear
into the secret pits of bodies
that hide the shames of history

my privations are part of my sentence
in a country of plenty I have enough
I have plenty
enough to walk in my parade of one

I go over all the faces of the people who KNOW ABOUT ME
marvel at the cone of silence
they envelop
me within

tell myself many have sacrificed more than I
in my name
paid the ultimate cost to march in this parade

read in the New Yorker about the american jihadist

spewing the spittle of his rage rants
cursing the unfairness of his world
this time around the object of his hate is 'infidels.'

a war between warriors
who believe they are sending
their enemies to hell
& destined to watch tehir own dead
be welcomed by the glorious arms of God

such a convenient message
for the generals to send down through the uneducated soldiers

another easily digested myth
that makes sense
within these stories of lies
we are all weaned on
whether it be christ or allah or buddha or the sanity of our shrink

you can break out of the mold

YOU MUST IF WE ARE TO FORGE NEW MOLDS

NEW WAYS FOR THE CHILDREN TO BE

free of the hateful propoganda of the enemies
free of the old ways of seeing the world as black and white/up and down
good and bannned/blessed and cursed....

I AM A PRAXIS
for plan within plan

a Russian doll that slowly changes
from one visage to the next

the point of change
the hole in the universe
the man in black who hides in the shadows of culture
whispering sermons on the down low
words you are not even sure you heard
which your Holy Ghost takes to heart as gospel

THESE ARE THE WORDS THAT CHANGE YOU

FLIP SWITCHES IN YOUR MIND
SEND ELECTRIC IMPULSES INTO PARTS OF YOUR MINDLONG FORGOTTEN

A SPLIT SECOND CONVERSION....

oh how that dream used to play in my mind

I prayed to be struck down
by the holy ghost
to find myself foaming at the mouth
shaking and screaming that the Lord Is Within me

I was not raised to accept such possession...

science has taken the rituals of conversion
and reduces them to bait
to sell the next product

words converse over the years
200 years ago our English would be barely understood
would blow their mind/keep them hidden away from the obvious signs
that all they knew is dead

I am from this past/// though more immense than you can imagine
I see cemeteries on planets humans could not pronounce

I was swept up into my curiosity
stumbling thru life tripping on familiar objects
running from curio to curio
anything to get me outside of the flesh and its awesome secret

the story traps my flesh
in the public eye forever

there is no backing away from God
not by me... never again

HE WHO CREATED ALL

laughs at rebellion
likes the revolutionary spirit
that gives the humans
ways of re-invenint themselves over and over
into dreamed up of beings

HE ON HIGH CREATED DIVERSITY

HE ON HIGH
WILL NEVER ALLOW MAN TO KILL HIS BELOVED CREATION

you will change

starts in america
the imaGe of Barak Obama
will be beloved
where Bush was hated

a cosmetic change or....

DEPENDS ON HOW HARD WE PUSH


the PEOPLE will be heard under Obama

not the rich few
not the hidden cabals pulling societal changes
that act as pied pipers
to the mindless masses
not those few who control the morst media


NO THE CHANGE WILL COME

I AM THE PRAXIS
THAT FULLFILLS THE Prophecies
watch as the being grows ALMIGHTY!!!!!

feel the floods, tornado's, hurricanes... the malaise that comes with ignoring me

there is a door that I could walk thru...
a tear in the movie screen
that will allow me to see beyond the 4th wall
to where I will stand with those who worshiped me from afar

I can barely consider the day
that I will walk into a room
where no one denies me
& we talk deity to human

the demonic lie of secrecy
not longer is needed as a security measure

the games they play on my head
are meant to keep me in check
perhaps they are trying to quiet me
saying anything aloud in tHis world means the scribes take down my ever utterance

my god
the manpower to pull of this
eclipse of a modern city
by the shadow of a rising deity
thrown down into a worthless silence

the secret on the shores of lake michigan....


ALL IS FORGIVEN....

at fearless radio they would only play two of my poems
one screaming about enraged warriors
who have returned from world wide wars
to find the clergy they entrusted them children ....

"WE WILL NOT FORGIVE THE PRIESTS FOR MOLESTING OUR CHILDREN
WHILE WE FOUGHT YOUR WORLD WIDE WARS"

FORVIVE EVERYONE...


THIS i meant in the eyes of God
not man...

Man does not forgive likea God
man feels the stings of pain
that are nothing to a God
yet accumulate in man like radioactive pellets
slowly conjuring cancer

seek the wise and powerful voices of your scripture
for the words of the masked god
playing another part suiting for steering primitive cultures
the infinite complexities of a god...

aa god too far away from being a man or woman
for his son to even care about his vernacular


I remember a church from teh future
see myself standing behind a pew
spreading white light into my congregation
that siHnes so bright the entire worlds sees
that a torch has been lit in the spiritual night

a hand has beckoned you into the dark netherworld
beyond teh easy lies of the day to day
whisperingof what goes on behind the act we play
in teh places where we are truly alone

separated from our houses, cars, job
all accolades and hatreds turn to dust

i am her to tell you the time has come
TO AWAKEN
FROM YOU SCIENCE FICTION DREAMS
OF gods and monsters and angels

change your minds just enough to look for saints,ministers and angels

see them rising and falling, risen and fallen
they rise and fall all teh time depending on where they are needed

for all eternity
souls slowly being forged
humbled
shaped into creatures pleasing to Go

creatures that can peacefully enter the heavens
without ufo' approaching to knock down or towers of bible

They aliens could reduce humans back into The dark ages
take away all signs that you even existed
patiently as the slowly grinding of the Teutonic plates
to turn you and yours to dust

they could
take away our ability to transfer knowledge from one generation
to another
leave your young in the pits of violence and superstition
three hundreds years tops
and no one would know what to do with the sanitation department

the diseases would run rampant
life spans shrink back to thirty
stopping the fermentation of contemplation that comes with age

can't worry about what I see in the skies
have to keep my mind on my life enough
to prove worthy of this gift
I am frodo after the ring has been tossedinto the fire
as I journeyed further and further along the seemingly endles
trek to the forces that could melt the ring

their temptations of greatness
tried to to try to impose my vision on all
... whoever died be damned

HOW FAR I HAVE STRAYED

from the Indiana boy
who started on this trek without a knowledge of the violence within


when I start my radio show talking about how drug use would not keep you from my side
amy winehouse wrote a song about my refusal to go into treatment
NO NO NO
she cried.... poor child knows ecstasy few will experience
all praise to her for saying If My Daddy Say It's All Right...

like all my words,
they will be used by different people in ways meant and imagined



nOW LET THIS poem run back to the outposts
on the edge of the battle
back to the soldiers
dying and being beaten out of existence by the constant
threat of a nameless reaper
stealing their friends leaving their famalies greiving... their comrades
more lost than ever



DEDICATED TO ALL SOLDIER FIGHTING UNDER ALL FLAGS

MAY THEIR LEADERS BURN IN HELL FOR FORCING YOU TO LEAVE YOUR FIELDS

and force the the rightous to join in your folly


we fight fire with fire
go where ever blood is being spilt unchallanged....