The only reason why many cannot see the future as plainly as the past, is because we know too little of the actual past ad actual present; these things are too great for us, otherwise the future, in its minutest details, would lie spread out before our eyes, and we should lose our sense of time present by reason of the clearness with which we should see the past and future; perhaps we should not be even able to distinguish time at all. The control of the elemental heart, or magic, is thus an essential part of the music and poetry that are attributes of the higher nature of man.

As the action of comedy moves toward the fulfillment of love, this anti-comic society is nearly always concerned to roughen the course of true love. I want to save billions of souls, doing good far and wide. Do not become a writhing human victim because some of you look like you deserve a vampiric kiss. There are a lot of insatiable blood thieves and soul smashers, who are vengeful because we are so magnificent. I want you to share my memories and experiences, as the affinity between chastity and harmony of unfallen nature are in your orbit with hints of sexual inexperience, which absolutely makes me want my prose to envelop you.

If we pay more attention to the difference between poetic and other kinds of thought, and deal with such a word only in its specific dramatic contexts, our other and better feeling that I take sun into the very center of human wisdom and it will be justified here and now. If I could, I would drink your blood and hook you into every memory inside of me, every heartbreak, frame of reference, temporary triumph, petty defeat, success, happiness, and my mystic moment of surrender to the White Squall.

You often wonder why I put all of this information out here for the public to see? Of course, for one good reason—my obsession with producing a report to the mortal World that can be read by just about anyone. No amount of wealth and power can buy my silence for long. What if a $30 million mansion with high-gloss French furniture, art glass windows, and stone interior walls does not matter much in the grand scheme of things? You can shudder with desperation in the rooms of a palace as well as in a Victorian apartment.

I was attacked by the divine and sacramental! People talk about the gift of faith, well, I am telling you that it was more like a White Squall! It flipped me upside down, had me up to my head in water, I would not move, I was trying to push the door open and it would not go anywhere. My lungs were filling with water and I was cold as ice. It did sheer violence to my psyche. The voice at the other end of the phone was gaining speed, straining my note-taking skills, and the speaker’s heavy Tuscan accent did not make things any easier. However, what he was telling me held me spellbound.

My son seems to think he is grown and that is his body and he can do what he wants, but I know more about him than he knows. And he risks death by having sexual relations with or without a condom, so I do not want him going anywhere nor around anyone. And you all should give men some metaphysical space. We were in the vestibule of the Cathedral (where did you think I would drag you, son? Do you not want to die on consecrated ground?), and you are begging for it all the way; oops! Went too far, do not say I did not warn you.

In this situation, it is not appropriate to exercise pressure on him in one direction or another. However, my son was not finished, he did not want me to leave his room with the wrong impression—the impression that he was lacking confidence in me. He leaned in a little more closely and began defending me in no uncertain terms. My son told me I was on fleek and he sees me with fresh eyes, not projecting his anger onto me, and I immensely relieved to be so out in the open and to feel safe in doing so. That’s why I write this, I need you. I cannot breathe without you. I am helpless without you—.

It is going to all add up, I swear to you because all roads lead to me. And if you really love me, and want to understand every nuance of the history that lies ahead, I hereby invite you to go with me. You have the talent, the ideas and the means to carry me through. As I walked out of my son’s room, I realized that he was one of those important aspects of my life that would be almost impossible to report because no one would publically acknowledge. How could documents that had already seen the light of day now be hidden away again behind this archaic notion of privacy?

The Legion was asking for pretrial seizure of the documents as well as their “return” in hard copy or electronic format, the deletion from my web sites of information that derived from them and a permanent injunction against their use in the future. Although I possessed only copies of these documents and no originals, the complaint listed their “fair market value” as at least $750,000.00 USD. The suit also aimed to identify the “conspirators” who has posted information about the situation. You are always whispering in my ear, are you not? Pages of request, motions, and exhibits. This is censorship, pure and simple. And you cannot fight it.

In Spain, the young men come to my doors, clutching small statues of me in their hands, while their mothers weep before me in the Cathedral. In Sacramento, California, thousands of students file past my image pledging to have safe sex or none at all. I am invoked at the Capitol for special intercessions throughout Europe and America. In New York, a gang of scientists and engineers announced to the whole World that, thanks to my specific intercession, they have managed to make an odorless, tasteless, harmless, drug which creates the total high of crack, cocaine, and heroin combined, and which is dirt cheap, totally available and completely legal! The drug trade is forever destroyed!

The lawyers wanted between $20,000.00 to $70,000.00 as a deposit before even touching the case. I went to the first court appearance representing myself. The judge told me to get a lawyer as soon as possible, and in the meantime to hand over any of the “documents” in my possession. I found a lawyer, and in November of 2007 we appeared in court, but instead of resolving anything it only set in motion a new round of discovery and depositions. At the end of it all, my legal bill amounted to just over $1,400,000.00 USD.

Over the next several months I completed my project, and in August my four-hundred-six-page paperback went on sale. The important thing was that I was keeping public attention on a scandal the rest of the city seemed willing to quietly forget. I adorn myself with my old human personality, you might say, but I am still a great saint, and I am totally headed for an apparition. And where do I go? Where do you think? It is a perfectly understandable question. The image of God Incarnate, become Man out of fascination with His own Creation, will triumph in the Third Millennium as the supreme emblem of divine Sacrifice and Unfathomable Love.