Do you ever miss it?

[houseofcantor]

Last year Pauline Israelite was my cover story. Went to this place called Open Door Fellowship, a fifteen minute walk down the street, round the corner, up the road. First time I went, hadda test it - man, it wuz rock and roll; coupla cats telling stories, more rock, the it was time to go. Good enough. I go read the handbook, see how many rules I'm breaking. I tell one cat I work for YHWH; this other guy, I was like - I believe in the Jesus in you - Old Testament Christian; ever hear of such a thing? That wuz me!

Two months later, I gotta screw. I'm guilty of blaspheme. How's that? In my mind, when they say "god is good," I gotta say, not. When they say too many Jesuses, I gotta substitute the Gwynnies. The last thingy was a discussion about my conviction that evolution, not creation, is referenced in scripture; with the adult pastor, and the scent of fear.

That's what it is to be a journeyman prophet - scare the fuck outta the sheep, tell you whut!

I don't miss them. I'm willing to bet they miss me. I used my middle name - John - in church. When I was a regular, I'd walk down these streets; with the smiles and the waves, "hi, John!" When I stopped going, so to the familiarity of the community. Nobody knows Eddie; I like it that way. It's all so very cozy to be one of the pretentious herd; all it was, a sharing of the identity. I don't have the identity of a Christian; why would I, an atheist with YHWH. How'd I get YHWH? By following the script, becoming Lucifer, and stealing shit; how else? Do you know what to steal? Dominion from Adam, that's the key; dominion is the right of Name. Name is Power - it's all witchcraft; and all a prophet is, is a form of witch.

And when you don't burn the witches, look what happens?