NOTE: This is Christopher. Although I have a tremendous love for all people, and I have of recent found a semblance of peace that was alluding me for quite some time, I still find it more cathartic and reasonable to my own deference to write to you as I would speak to my friends … thus, the use of profanity to emphasize a point or two.
I have to use profanity as an adjective (to enhance or modify a noun) or adverb (to enhance or modify a verb). This is because … I ain’t that fucking smart to know all the ways (know all the English words) to fucking modify and enhance the person, place, or thing I mention (which are nouns) or the action I am describing (which is a verb)!
Well, I do know the Spanish words used for the blasfemia that I use … ¡Entonces, se joden los porongas! Pero de todos modos … Suspiro …
Nothing is going to make quite the impact that The Dream of Mortal Life book will make on this world.
Keep in mind that the book has no religious references in it … except to show how terrible religion is, has been, and will always be to the human experience.
The entire purpose of human existence is, obviously, human existence … but as an individual. Unlike all other life forms … except for cats … humans have free will and use reason to act and allow themselves to be acted upon, which is the use of free will.
Whoever came up with the idea to create a cat, did so with the intent to give their household pet free will and the curiosity of a little child.
Let me tell you a story I once heard about a cat:
(Beginning of cat story.)
Calling in sick to work makes me uncomfortable. No matter how legitimate my excuse, I always get the feeling that my boss thinks I’m lying. On one recent occasion, I had a valid reason but lied anyway, because the truth was just too darned humiliating. I simply mentioned that I had sustained a head injury, and I hoped I would feel up to coming in the next day.
By then, I reasoned, I could think up a doozy to explain the bandage on the top of my head. The accident occurred mainly because I had given in to my wife’s wishes to adopt a cute little kitty.
Initially, the new acquisition was no problem.
Then one morning, I was taking my shower after breakfast when I heard my wife, Deb, call out to me from the kitchen.
“Honey! The garbage disposal is dead again. Please come reset it.”
“You know where the button is,” I protested through the shower pitter-patter and steam.
“Reset it yourself!”
“But I’m scared!'”she persisted.
“What if it starts going and sucks me in?”
There was a meaningful pause and then,
“C’mon, it’ll only take you a second.”
So out I came, dripping wet and butt naked, hoping that my silent outraged nudity would make a statement about how I perceived her behavior as extremely cowardly.
Sighing loudly, I squatted down and stuck my head under the sink to find the button. It is the last action I remember performing.
It struck without warning, and without any respect to my circumstances. No, it wasn’t the hexed disposal, drawing me into its gnashing metal teeth.
It was our new kitty, who discovered the fascinating dangling objects she spied hanging between my legs.
She had been poised around the corner and stalked me as I reached under the sink.
And, at the precise moment when I was most vulnerable, she lept at the toys I unwittingly offered and snagged them with her needle-like claws.
I lost all rational thought to control orderly bodily movements, blindly rising at a violent rate of speed, with the full weight of a kitten hanging from my masculine region.
Wild animals are sometimes faced with a “fight or flight” syndrome.
Men, in this predicament, choose only the “flight” option. I know this from experience. I was fleeing straight up into the air when the sink and cabinet bluntly and forcefully impeded my ascent.
The impact knocked me out cold.
When I awoke, my wife and the paramedics stood over me. Now there are not many things in this life worse than finding oneself lying on the kitchen floor butt naked in front of a group of “been-there, done-that” paramedics.
Even worse, having been fully briefed by my wife, the paramedics were all snorting loudly as they tried to conduct their work, all the while trying to suppress their hysterical laughter and not succeeding.
Somehow I lived through it all.
(End of cat story.)
Pero, de todos modos …
Religion is terrible because of its effect on individual free will.
A god is invented that no one ever sees or hears. This god talks to only a few individuals who then tell you what this god wants you to know.
I mean … REALLY?
You’d think that people would get this very important aspect about religion and realize the ruse of a god that you can’t sense with any of your senses … except your thoughts. These thoughts then generate energy in your brain that cause your other senses to react … thus you feel the Holy Spirit. This ruse is used by the few individuals (to whom this god communicates this god’s will) to control you and bring more value and support to their own life and individuality.
It’s easy to stop the ruse.
Simply quit believing in the individual who tells you that they know more than you do because they are communicating with a god that only they can see.
Here is the typical response you’ll get from one of your former religious or spiritual leaders when you say to them,
“You know what? I don’t believe in God any more.”
PREACHER: My dear friend, I am sorry for you.
Then their god has a message for you:
GOD OF THIS WORLD: I am sorry, very, very sorry! What is it you want?
I WANT FUCKING ANSWERS! THAT’S ALL I WANT! JUST FUCKING ANSWERS! I’VE BEEN FOLLOWING YOU AND PAYING YOU 10% OF MY INCOME MY ENTIRE FUCKING LIFE AND YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED ONE OF MY QUESTIONS! ALL YOU DO IS TELL ME THAT IF GOD WANTED US TO KNOW ALL THE ANSWERS, GOD WOULD TELL US. BUT YOU CABRÓNES KEEP TELLING ME THAT YOU’RE IN DIRECT COMMUNICATION WITH THE GOD WHO WON’T ANSWER ANY OF MY QUESTIONS! THEN YOU TELL ME TO BE HUMBLE AND WAIT FOR GOD TO REVEAL HIS WILL THROUGH HIS CHOSEN MESSENGERS, PROPHETS, SEERS, AND CABRÓN REVELATORS. … SO I WAIT … I WAIT EVERY FUCKING YEAR FOR GOD TO GIVE ME SOMETHING NEW, SOME KIND OF ANSWER TO ANY QUESTION ABOUT ANYTHING THAT I DON’T ALREADY KNOW … SO I WAIT … YEAR AFTER YEAR, SEMI-ANNUAL CONFERENCE AFTER SEMI-ANNUAL CONFERENCE … FAITHFULLY LISTENING FOR SOME NEW REVELATION FROM GOD … MAYBE … LIKE … WELL … HOW ABOUT … HOW TO SOLVE FUCKING WORLDWIDE POVERTY AND CHILD SEXUAL SLAVERY THROUGHOUT GOD’S WORLD … THAT ANSWER WOULD BE NICE … NO … IT IS A FUCKING MYSTERY, YOU SAY. WHAT? SOLVING POVERTY A FUCKING MYSTERY! STOPPING A 14-YEAR-OLD POOR GIRL FROM HAVING TO FUCK A FAT, UGLY TOURIST FOR 5 BUCKS … THAT’S A FUCKING MYSTERY THAT GOD DOESN’T WANT US TO KNOW!?! ¡JODETE! ¡PORÓNGAS! ¡CABRÓNES!
Do you know why you believed your former religious/spiritual leaders? Because they seemed to have known more than you did. You didn’t know the answers, so you sought out others who claimed to have the answers. And when one of their answers sounded pretty good, you figured,
“Well, since they know the answers and I don’t, and I know they are human just like me, and I feel that am equal to them in every way, then it must be God that is giving them the answers, because I ain’t getting any, and they are, and they’re equal to me, so God, who is greater than us both, must have chosen them as my servant to instruct me.”
Sounds reasonable …
To a fucking idiot!
But you’re not an idiot if their answers are correct.
You’re not an idiot if the god that gives them answers, gives them answers that actually answer all your questions so that you no longer have any more questions to ask that can’t be answered because you’re not able to answer them yourself.
That also sounds reasonable …
If there is a God like people believe that there is, then this God has all the answers and can answer any question you have about human reality.
And thus we have this Marvelous Work and a Wonder® that the Cabrónes of the world hate so much.
We can answer your questions about human reality, who we are and why we exist.
We have presented infallible plans that can and will work, immediately, to solve worldwide poverty and child prostitution.
And we can answer any question … fucking ANY … that has to do with the social problems occurring in the world, and how to properly solve each one. These answers don’t come from a utopian, idealistic point of view, but from a reality point of view without impeding the free will of another … except for the free will of religious and political leaders that control this world for their personal gain.
That’s the ultimate challenge given by this work.
A challenge that no one has ever won.
If there is anyone out there … ANY CABRÓNE ANYWHERE … who can give you a more logical answer to anything that we have revealed to you up to this point in this work, then you will know with a surety that this work is not what it claims to be.
How many of you have humbly given this challenge to another?
That’s all you need to do to prove the veracity and power of this extraordinary work.
Humbly, with kindness and great sincerity, ask your loved ones, your friends, your teachers, your leaders, anyone who doubts that you have found the Real Truth, the ONLY Real Truth … simply ask them:
“Please. Please be kind to me. All you need to do is to give me an answer that makes more sense and is more reasonable than any of the answers that I have gotten from the MWAW, and I will leave it immediately. Please. Just one! Give me just one answer to any question that has been answered (or can be answered by a True Messenger) that makes more sense … PLEASE, PLEASE, just one!”
Amazingly, they can’t. None of them can.
They just get angry and change the subject and cast you out of their life.
Isn’t it crazy?
That’s all it would take … just one answer from anyone, anywhere in the world … that makes more sense or is more reasonable than the answers that we give through this work … just one of these more logical and reasonable answers would destroy this work.
For fuck sakes! I gave my critics and enemies two hours of my time to call in and say anything that they wanted about this work … or about me. None called.
Let’s say one did, and he started presenting all this negative information about me.
This is how our conversation might have gone:
A U.S. Court found you civilly liable for defrauding Harry Dschaak and engaging in fraud, racketeering, tampering with witnesses and evidence, and a few other things.
What do you have to say about that?
I am guilty of all those things and more.
In the same court, I would have been found civilly liable for the murder of a few people, for lying, cheating, deceiving. (Oh, yeah. That’s the fraud.) I would have been found civilly liable for being a pedophile, a terrorist, a cult leader, and everything else that is despicable about human behavior.
But … and this “but” is much bigger than the big butts that I like that I can’t deny … (Then I’d hit the play button to play Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-lot.) “I like big butts and I can not lie … You other brothers can’t deny … That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist … And a round thing in your face … You get sprung, want to pull up tough …’Cause you notice that butt was stuffed … Deep in the jeans she’s wearing … I’m hooked and I can’t stop staring … Oh baby, I want to get wit’cha.”
I’m everything this world hates.
I’ll accept that.
But I know the Real Truth and can answer any question about human reality and you can’t.
God chose me and not you, or anyone else in this world.
So, you need to go ask God why He chose me and not you or anyone else to be His ONLY FUCKING TRUE MESSENGER! … And that’s what I got to say about that … except … again … I like big butts and I can’t deny it.
Yeah, it’s really funny how easy it would be for anyone to confound this work and prove that it is not what it claims to be, and I am not who I claim to be. Really easy.
That’s what makes it so hard for my critics and enemies. They know they can’t provide better answers than what are given in this work, so they have only one thing that they can do in an attempt to fight this work: turn the focus on the True Messenger and prove to the world that there is no way that a guy like me can know what I know.
I know the Real Truth … and I know I like big butts!
Pero, de todos modos …
That’s all you need to do, Folks. But be kind and considerate in presenting the challenge. Don’t be argumentative. And certainly DO NOT try to explain an answer to any of their questions … that’s my job!
I am the only public figure that is authorized, and has the ability to do it. You do not. Because you do not know the entirety of the Real Truth, one of a challenger’s questions might lead to another question that you do not know yet, nor can you answer properly.
What you can do is tell them to “READ THE DAMN BOOKS®” (Hey, let’s get this registered as a U.S. trademark under the MWAW.)
If they are concerned about your eternal salvation, then ask them,
“How really concerned are you about me?
If you really cared about me and wanted to save me from error or damnation, why wouldn’t you take a few days out of your busy life, read the books, and show me where any of the books is wrong on the topic that each presents?
All you need to do is show me JUST ONE THING … just one FUCKING thing … (Don’t say “fucking”.) … that does not make sense to a reasonable person, and I’ll get so far away from Christopher and the MWAW … that I won’t ever be able to hear him … because of the big butts that separate us.” (Leave out the big butts reference too.)
Or, you can have them call into the monthly MWAW Radio Show and challenge me personally.
It’s that simple to confound this work!
But it’s not that simple. Because this work is exactly what it claims to be.
Neither Joseph Smith nor I sat down one day and said,
“I want people to hate me, so I’m going to invent something that counters everything that the world believes to be true, so that I can become rich and popular, have lots of big butts to fuck when I want, and have a lot of followers that shower me with accolades and make me feel good about myself.”
No cult leader in this world is going to make his or her life as transparent as I make mine … except for my exact location in the world at any given time.
Here ya go … Here is a picture of me, from early this morning, when I was writing this post.
I’m fucking getting old …
But I’m still sexier than Jesus …
Pero, de todos modos …