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FORWARD, p. 4 THIS BUDÊS FOR YOU, p. 84-85
THE WEBSITE INTRODUCTION, p. 5-7 TO THE DEA, BUSH, ETC.: WEED, p. 86-89
THE STORIES BEHIND THE SAN ANTONIO A.R.C.DEVOTIONS, p. 90-96
THE PICTURE, p. 8-35 PROVING GOD SCIENTIFICALLY, p. 90-91
SELECTED EXCERPTS FROM THE MUCH- 101 THINGS GOD CAN’T DO, p. 91-93
LARGER (UNFINISHED) BOOK, WHAT WE CAN PRAY FOR
MEMOIRS OF A CHRISTIAN SHAMAN/ (HOW LARGE CAN WE PRAY,
THE PHYSICS OF PRAYER, p. 36-37 AND CAN GOD HANDLE IT)?, p. 93-95
THE TITLE, p. 38 THE TOUCH OF THE MASTER’S
THE FIRST PAGE, p. 39 HAND, p. 95-96
SOCIAL WORK RESUME, p. 40-42 A CHRISTIAN ADAPTATION OF THE
THE BRUJO LETTER: LOOKING FOR THE NICHIREN SHOSHU BUDDHIST PRAYER
PERFECT WOMAN (MY METAPHYSICAL CONSIDERATIONS p. 97-101
RESUME), p. 43-44 A CHRISTIAN MYSTIC PRAYER
VISITATION, p. 44-45 TECHNIQUE UTILIZING THE
IMMUNITY, p. 46 KUNDALINI FIRE BREATH AND
TO YOUNGER MYSTICS, p. 47 HOLOGRAPHIC VISUALIZATIONS, p. 102-103
TIMOTHY:THE MORNING AFTER TO THE I.R.S.: THE LETTER OF 4-5-97:
MEETING MESCALITO*, p. 48-49 KISS MY ASS (K.M.A.), p. 104
TRIP 537A/SCHIZOLOGY, p. 50, 51 LETTERS TO THE EDITOR, 105-115
AN AFFIRMATIVE PRAYER, P. 52-53 12-11-79: PROPHETS IGNORED, p. 105
TO JESUS, p. 54-55 6-80: SECULAR VS. SPIRITUAL
UNTITLED, p. 56 GOVERNMENT, p. 106
A HALLOWEEN GATHERING WITH 11-22-83: THE DAY AFTER, p. 106
FRIENDS, ON THE RIVER, p. 57 11-23-86: THIS BUDÊS FOR YOU, p. 107
TO A FRIEND, UPON HER FATHERÊS 2-11-87: STABBED, p. 107
DEATH(FROM A ZEN INFLUENCE), p. 58 8-1-87: THE POOPÊS VISIT, p. 108
FRIDAY NIGHT; EXPECTATION/ 1-26-88: PRAISING JESUS ILLEGAL, p.109
RENUNCIATION(PONDERING 3-27-88: ABORTION, p. 110
THE GLS), p. 59 12-29-89: IMMUNITY, p. 110-111
THE ENCOUNTER, p. 60 7-9-96: THE ABORTION LETTER, p. 111-112
CLARE, p. 61 2-21-99: COMING OUT, p. 113
WANDERING; FIVE MONTHS 7-27-03: CELEBRATING THE 7-27-76
ON THE ROAD, p. 62 BUST, p. 113-114
THE ABORTION REJECTION 12-23-04: TERRORISTS, p. 114-115
LETTER, p. 63-64 7-13-07 POOP DEFENDS „TRUE‰
THE ANTI-ABORTION LETTER, p. 65-66 CHURCH, p. 115
THE PSYCHO BITCH FROM HELL, p. 67-68 MOTHERÊS DAY 2000 p. 16-117
THE BOOKSTORE, p. 71-72 THE SATANIC NATURE OF MANDATORY
MESSINÊ WITH THE LAW, p. 73-89 TAXATION, p. 118-122
TO JUDGE JAMES BARLOW: PAY ME HEY, STREET FREAK!, p. 123-152
BACK, JAMES, p. 78-80 THE BLOG, p. 153-158
JUDGE JAMES BARLOW: BIBLIOGRAPHY, p. 159-160
DEAR MR. EILAND . . . , p. 82-83
THE CROP OF Ê86:
This is an adaptation of a somewhat primitive website I spent a year creating at the downtown
library, one hour at a time (then wait an hour until another computer came open, before I finally got
some long-overdue S.S.I. and my computer), as I feel I was Led by my Master and best friend and buddy
since 1975, Lord Jesus, the coming Messiah (physically, in great FEROCITY, in our lifetimes) and true
King of this Mother Earth. The much-larger book, MEMOIRS OF A CHRISTIAN SHAMAN/THE
PHYSICS OF PRAYER, is still a ways off, but this neat little book seems Anointed, as I look at it. We
are All God, having a very serious Dream. Love, Ed.
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THE WEBSITE INTRODUCTION
Howdy ya’ll!!!, -from a sixties hippie extremely blessed to be born in south Texas, U.S.A. I should say
here that I have a big city education (two degrees), which ended just as all these huge mystical (I call it
the Training) events started happening in October, 1972 (coming up). But I was raised country, and am
proud of it, am proud to be a Texan (except for geographical kinship with a certain egomaniacal jerk in
the White House) and am extremely proud to be an American (our present spiritually-dead, deceitful,
corrupt, greedy, satanic, political and economic Latter Day “leaders” also notwithstanding). The Spirit
has led me only in the past few months to create the enclosed piece, The Stories Behind The Picture,
covering thirteen (13) anecdotes of extraordinary events over a nine year period from 1972 until 1981
which were Designed to bring me (us) the four objects in the picture. This is a greatly-abbreviated
condensation from an as-yet handwritten 250 pages of the autobiographical chapter: What Happened
(?), in the almost-finished book, Memoirs Of A Christian Shaman/The Physics Of Prayer, covering over
thirty years of Training. This huge chapter contains literally dozens of anecdotes of contacts with several
classes of supernatural beings, in “dreams” as well as actual dimensional crossovers, including several with
witnesses –close friends- present, under the right conditions. So, after many drafts, here is The Stories
Behind The Picture, and I will precede it with some fun, short pieces from the manuscript, with more
lined up for your future enjoyment. What the heck, I may put the entire Book online (we’ll see): it was
meant for me to share with ya’ll, and to heck with publishers and middlemen. I would emphasize here
that I am noone special, for having received these many unusual experiences over these many years, -we
are all Gifted in different Magical ways, and I am just supposed to pass this on to provoke/encourage
anyone else to discover and develop, with God’s help, their own Magic. A great number of other good
folks have seen God’s Magic in their lives, throughout time, and the way I see it, all of us, as children of
the One God, potentially have testimony to share of His/Her Magic, Power, and Love in their lives that
would uplift and encourage fellow pilgrims in these difficult Times.
As I will explain in detail, the picture is of FOUR (4) PHYSICAL OBJECTS GIVEN
PURPOSEFULLY, AS GIFTS, FROM NON-DEMONIC SUPERNATURAL BEINGS IN MY
BELOVED NATURE. Interestingly enough, after a rough initiation into my Training (’72, The
Stories . . .), the Visitations (and subsequent Gifts, in later years) began on the First Farm, soon after I
had learned about power techniques in prayer, and immediately focused a (Guided) synthesis of those
techniques before the Throne on behalf of Nature. The Large Ones out there apparently appreciate
sincere and badly-needed prayer toward them and for God’s blessing for their kindred in the physical
dimension, considering they face potential total destruction from the poor stewardship of the Mother
Earth by the human species, especially in these late Times; -thus the Visitations.
These Gifts are: the Shaman Power Rock, dug up from deep within the hill behind my farmhouse
after a huge Ceremony I had seen three years earlier, in a Dream-Vision, and then performed down in
my deep river wilderness Power Spot (given by the Great Cat), and the Three Wood Dragons, given from
the Great Serpents, or Dream Dragons (after the three introductory Dreams) annually on three different
prayer sites under extremely Magical, Tolkein/Speilberg conditions, -again, so I would tell ya’ll about it.
Together, these four (4) physical objects are the result of a multi-year, divinely-guided Convergence of
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Man, I’m glad He (temporarily, no doubt) let up on me, ya’ll. Please enjoy. God bless you and yours.
One Planet. One Family. One God.
Love, Ed
7-7-07
P.S. I have gone ahead and broken up the Background into individual pieces for the SELECTED
EXCERPTS section of this little book, and written intros for the final additions from the larger
manuscript. Hope ya’ll enjoy . . .
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THE EARTH DRAGON, ’79:
FIRST GIFT FROM THE DREAM DRAGONS
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FEMININE, IS SHE NOT?
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GIVEN BY FLOOD, INTO THE GRANDFATHER OAK
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SCULPTED BY FIRE, AT MY CAMPSITE,
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THE POWER ROCK, INHERITED FROM
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THE STORIES BEHIND THE PICTURE
I got the “idea” for this around February of this year, ’07, to share some of the thirteen (13)
extremely interesting events that came together over a nine year period to produce the picture and
Train me, and so I would eventually share their Magic with you. These are four physical objects, -actual
physical GIFTS, from different classes of supernatural beings. There are several classes of such Beings
involved in the receipt of these Gifts over this 9 year period, so I have included them here (out of dozens
detailed in the larger 250-page autobiographical chapter, which still needs editing and time-sequencing,
but at last, after decades, is finally at hand -whew!). Oh, that larger chapter is called What Happened (?).
I snuck in a little subtlety here I should share with ya’ll: the question mark in parentheses. As I explain
in the Book, it represents What Happened, as in a concise statement of fact, but the tongue-in-cheek (?)
signifies the stunned after-effect of having been hit in the head by a very large metaphysical two-by-four.
These are four (4) physical objects given for purposes of supernatural Training and expressions
of mutual respect (and as Testimony to share with others of my earthly Family) by non-demonic
supernatural beings, from the Angelic and Nature Kingdoms and my Native American Spirit Teachers
during a time period from October, 1972 until the summer of 1981. This Training has been formed
from many Paths, Teachers, and direct experiences given in a precise, progressive way for my Training
for more than thirty years now by my best buddy since we met in 1975, Jesus, -the Master Shaman/
Brujo and imminent Messiah, using all these means as well as events and people in the “physical”
world. The physical objects are: the Shaman Power Rock (on the bottom Wood Dragon), dug up
“accidentally” from deep within the hillside sloping down to my wilderness farmhouse after the huge
Ceremony of February 27, 1976, and the three Wood Dragons, given from the Dream Dragons
annually from 1979 until 1981 on three extremely Magical occasions in separate enchanted wilderness
settings (after the three initial, introductory Dreams in 1976 on the First and Second Farms–coming
up). These objects involve the guided convergence of thirteen (13) contacts with supernatural beings
among dozens that occurred since my formal Training began in October, 1972, and which continue
to this day (though with lesser occurrence, my being back in “civilization” to finish the Book). These
and dozens of other anecdotes are described in detail in the almost-finished 250-plus pages of the
autobiographical chapter, What Happened (?) of the book, Memoirs Of A Christian Shaman/The
Physics Of Prayer. The Spirit has led me to pause briefly to create the following greatly-abbreviated
piece, The Stories Behind The Picture, and to throw in some odds and ends from the manuscript
to initially meet ya’ll while I finish that huge chapter, and to give you an idea of what the Book is
going to be like. Hope you get a kick out of all this, as my close friends here have done. All of us have
different kinds of Magick, as Children of the One God.
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The appearance of the Warrior Angel and his message (and my Baptism in Light), October, 1972.
Let’s begin in the context of October, 1972. I was in graduate school in my native San Antonio,
working on my Master’s Degree in Social Work at Our Lady Of The Lake University, to finish in June,
1973. After one B and the rest straight A’s in one of the top elementary schools in the nation the district
placed me in mostly all advanced courses at the finest middle and high schools in S.A. and I graduated in
the top 2% academically, with all kinds of sports activities (see resume) as well as outdoor and wilderness
training from all my mother’s in-laws, who were good country people from south and east Texas. I
received my Bachelor’s Degree in Psychology (minors in Math, English) from the University of Texas in
Austin -hook ‘em- in ’71 (hippies, Vietnam, Nixon-Agnew, Woodstock), married my beautiful Karen,
with whom I had fallen in love in high school and dated all through college, and I used my education
loan to buy us a neat little house in a middle-class neighborhood. She had begun teaching in a middle
school in 1971, as I began graduate school at the Lake. I first got high in 1970 at U.T. (see letter to
the D.E.A., etc., in the Book), and had begun growing marijuana in ‘71, -the first of nine progressively
successful growing seasons, most deep-brush- and was buying high-quality weed from a friend at $80
a pound and selling large amounts at $10 a full ounce (the good old days: youngsters of ‘07, eat your
hearts out) to good friends, making a small fortune. I also became interested in psychedelics back in ‘71:
first, pure mescaline, then enjoying the heck out of acid and mushrooms (scientifically, of course, -see the
movie Altered States). In 1975, thanks to a wall-sized soil map from Texas A&M, and knowing to look
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for a certain soil, I was led to an endless canyon full of the sacred peyote deep in the south Texas desert
and harvested hundreds of pounds from ’75 to ’84 (the immigration issue made it too hot to make the
trip after that, -viva la raza!). Each and every button was prayed over by myself and some carefully chosen
friends, each in our own way, and several good people and myself had numerous beautiful supernatural
experiences outdoors with the cactus, under the right conditions (such supernatural beings are not so shy
in deep wilderness, when approached in love, humility, and respect by the right people). But I get ahead
of myself. So it was that in the summer of ‘72 several (pre-ordained) factors converged to begin a series
of events that had been waiting for me since before my birth.
As fate dictated, I had become introduced through an article in Psychology Today around ‘72
to Carlos Castaneda and his multi-year supernatural training in Mexico as a (spiritual) Warrior by
the master shaman/brujo, the Yaqui Nagual, Don Juan Matus, and became totally fascinated with
the concept of supernatural forces in Nature. This was a natural progression from my interest in
Buddhism in undergraduate school and altered states, which I had explored both straight as well as
through some magnificent trips on mushrooms and high-quality acid. By “coincidence”, just as I
began studying Carlos’ books I made a contact for wholesale quantities of a psychotropic plant (not
peyote) from a Eddie, a laid-back, brilliant young shaman in Austin, which helped attain progressively
deeper levels of meditation, along with an incredible, pure, organic high. I started occasional night
meditations after Karen was asleep, focusing my thoughts on the motion of my breath while focusing
visually on a candle, and learning to slow and control my thought-activities, in order to “see” into the
other dimensions (NOTE: without first seeking protection from God- see The Demon). I had no idea
that through the use of such exercises, without invoking the absolute protection of the highest level of
God, I was making myself “visible”, indiscriminately, to all manner of supernatural beings in the other
realms. Again, what happened to me was given so I would warn ya’ll about making such a novice, but
potentially fatal mistake.
One weekend day in October, 1972, while Karen was in the kitchen making lunch, I sat in our
beanbag chair after ingesting a hit earlier, and went deep into a breathing meditation with my eyes
closed. I got deep, very deep. After a while, I felt myself moving, and knew almost as soon that I
was out of my body (lifted up in the Spirit, the Bible calls it). I had read about the phenomenon of
astral projection from several sources, and had been advised not to focus on any fleeting images that
might appear, in order to go “deeper”, and this proved true (I was being guided as well). Eventually
I became completely aware, in a second-person perspective, of watching myself flying forward in my
seated lotus position at high speed through stacked layers of different hues of iridescent “fire”. Then
I was back in the first person, walking through a fog. The fog parted, and I was face-to-face with
an Angel. A Warrior Angel. He was waiting for me (and had been since my birth, it turned out).
He was in a crystalline robe of pure white Light, fierce-looking, with angular, humanoid features
but infinitely more beautiful, and composed of what I can only describe as incandescent, crystalline
Light. I felt a Power as if I was standing in front of a nuclear reactor, compressed into this form.
He had his hands open, palms inward at his waist, his fingertips just barely touching. No sooner
were we face to face that he demonstrated a technique I spent many years developing afterward,
through many Paths and Teachers, and will spend the rest of my life perfecting: in one motion, he
opened his hands and arms outward and looked upward (directly into the face of God, I realized
later). The rest of the Visitation was over with literally the speed of thought. What he did was to
simultaneously look at God, open himself up as a perfect conduit for God’s power and Light, and
then explode it into me (this technique is the basis of what the Bible calls intercessory prayer, and
can, and should be used for personal to planetary purposes- coming up). I felt an immeasurable
surge of sheer Power strike me as I was blown back into my physical body, sitting in the beanbag
chair in the living room, and I clearly remembered three distinct words that had been spoken
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The Vision, Given that night, of the prayer Ceremony that would occur more than three years later, on
February 27, 1976.
To this day I don’t know if I ever told Karen about the Angel, especially since I could not begin to
understand what had happened. But that very night, another huge event occurred, in a Dream-Vision
(the first since I was a young child, and twice saw heaven). In the Dream, I was standing in the midst
of several people (close friends I would not meet for over two years) on a spot in a deep forest, next to a
river. It was night. Suddenly, someone cried out, “Look!”, and we all looked upward at a “star” just as it
intensified into a focused brilliance, casting down a ray of Light brighter than the sun upon all of us and
the spot. I felt “something” like an invigorating energy or surge of power within the Light as it hit us. A
second explosion of Light from the “star” burst down upon us, bathing us in this Power, and everyone
except me fell away to the ground, in fear. I just stood there, feeling an unprecedented exhilaration of
Power filling every fiber of my being, such as I had never known. When the third explosion of Light
hit me, I was alone, arms stretched upward at the “star”, straining to totally blend into and soak up the
incredible Power of the emanation. Then, I watched as the “star” expanded from a single point into a
sphere of pure white Light, and a point of living Fire appeared on the left side of the sphere. This Fire
then traced, clockwise, the circumference of the sphere and, upon returning to its point of origin, turned
inward, curving twice and completing the symbol made known by revelation to the holy men of the
East as the Yin-Yang. I know now that I was looking directly at the highest level of the living God, just
“below” His/Her highest level, Which is beyond form (known in Tibetan mysticism as the Clear Light
and by Jesus and other holy men and women as the “Father”) and yet “above” His/Her differentiation
into the myriad aspects, dimensions, and life-forms of His/Her prismatic, HOLOGRAPHIC Creation.
This event, seen in the spiritual dimension on this night in October, 1972, would occur some three and
a third years later on my Power Spot (showed to me by the Great Cat, -coming up), deep in the river
forest wilderness by the farm where my Lord Jesus would take me for my first two of three years (of
thirty years) of post-graduate professional, street and wilderness Training. Again, all the events occurred
over many years in a precise, guided progression, with several catalyzing the occurrence of others.
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ripped off several times, close to death twice, marriage destroyed, along with two very blatant, Speilberg-
type visits in my house from the thing, but these details will be in What Happened(?). I include it here
only as a major catalyst toward events involving the two farms and Gifts of the objects in the picture. I
will say that at a point of certain death, I created a poem invoking the forces of Light to accept my soul
into the realms of Heaven, and the thing was driven off. God does have a way of getting our attention,
does He/She not? Let me pass on, as I am supposed to, the utmost importance of the precaution of
always asking God for protection before engaging in any kind of metaphysical work.
The Aftermath, the Wilderness Training begins: The First Farm, The Great Cat, etc, 1974.
I picked up the pieces of my life (she got the proverbial house, I got the education loan payback,
my motorcycles, half the excellent, all-classical rock album albums, and my outdoors gear) and moved
into an animal house in the country with a couple of buddies, finished my Master’s degree and secured
a good professional job, and in the summer of ‘74 I was led by God to the First Farm, as it is known in
the Book, where I spent the next two years immersed in supernatural Training (then a third year on the
Second Farm). Again, details are in the 250-plus page autobiographical chapter, What Happened (?), of
the Book. For this paper, I will mention the Great Cat, which showed me the Power Spot down in the
deep river forest, where I performed the prayer Ceremony on February 27, 1976 to fulfill, unknowingly
at the time, the vision of October, 1972, preceding the digging up of the Shaman Power Rock, and
the spirit shaman’s appearances and challenge to combat. This Power Spot is also where I received the
second Wood Dragon, -the one at top in the picture- from a flood some six years later, and where several
other Visitations occurred over the years, at times with close, gifted friends as witnesses. I also received
two of the three Dragon Dreams (the third coming at the Second Farm) on the First Farm, and in that
time-period met the GLS, whose promiscuity prompted the prayer Ceremony from the ’72 Dream-
Vision, as well as the elder prayer warrior, Henry Willis, who introduced me to Jesus, my Master and
best buddy ever since then. I should also include here that in ’74, before the Lord moved me to the
First Farm, I was Led to (by Jesus, Whom I did not know yet) a beautiful, powerful, complex prayer
technique through the followers of Nichiren Shoshu, which originated from a holy man (in Japan) in the
twelfth century. This is explained in depth in the esoteric paper, A Christian Adaptation Of The Japanese
Buddhist Nichiren Shoshu Prayer Considerations. Basically, the practitioner places himself/herself, in
sincerity, directly before God (the One God, the Source), and recites this beautiful prayer, which is
studied in depth, in English, through their literature and at their beautiful, high-energy prayer meetings.
Though it is a “Buddhist” technique, it crosses all boundaries in speaking directly to the One God,
HOLOGRAPHIOCALLY, and my Jesus used it to bring me to Him (I was praying to Him, without
knowing it, as do all peoples of the earth who pray sincerely to the One God, the Father/Mother, be it
Jehovah, Allah, the Great Spirit, or whatever). I saw my first actual answer to prayer in ’74, using this
path, and it changed my view of things forever: namely, that this so-called “physical” reality is made of
the Light of the One God, and can be influenced through the supernatural power of prayer, innate in
each and every one of us. I also learned from this Path that prayer, again, can be used on individual,
family, Tribal, national, and global levels (God can handle it), and can be amplified according to precise
scientific principles. This beautiful path began to attune me to God and His will for my life, brought
several more instances of obvious evidence of God’s closeness, and helped lead me to the First Farm,
where I spent a great deal of time in this and other prayer techniques, morning and night. I also quickly
developed the talent of Dreaming: four to seven a night, which became clairvoyant, prophetic (personal,
national, and international events), astral, and as a forum for communication with relatives who had
passed over, then the initial contacts with several classes of my Creatures and Teachers, as I call them.
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angelic language and thus having innate, supernatural power, invoking for a moment the highest levels
of God through sound (thus, Mantric Yoga) As Gary showed me (and as I am now passing on to all of
you), one sits (or stands) with spine erect and Chakras (energy centers) aligned, takes a deep breath, then
shouts, full-force, the SAT as Light (the Kundalini force) is visualized exploding from the base of the
spine and roaring up through all the Chakras and out the top of the head (the Crown Charka). Then
the NAM is performed at full volume, with the sound and Light brought down and focused outwardly
through the chest (Chakra).
Gary and I sat side by side facing the river and he demonstrated the SAT NAM, exquisitely and
precisely, at full volume. Then I began, tentatively (I gained volume and precision later, practicing alone
down in my river wilderness). Then, we took turns practicing together. I had no idea at the time (as I do
now, and pass on to you) how much sheer POWER and Light this technique produces, or that we were
capturing the attention of supernatural Nature beings in the area (it affects the Angelic realms as well),
but it created the extraordinary events to come later that night (and innumerable ones, all through these
intervening years- see the Book).
Gary and his friend eventually had to leave, as the day was getting on and they were not going to
camp (again, how about them just “showing up”, “by accident”, way back there in the wilderness to
show me the SAT NAM?). We watched them walk way back up the valley until they were small and
then disappeared over a rise, then after about thirty minutes the rumbling began from that direction. It
seemed to be coming from the sky, but we weren’t sure. It was the same rumbling from the prophetic
Dream: deep, continuous, organic (definitely not mechanical). It continued for another twenty minutes
or so and then faded and was gone. We were transfixed by the sound, but, barring an explanation, we
filed it away and spent the rest of the daylight exploring up and down the cliff and valley and being
blown out by the show the sun made, with all kinds of color spectrums breaking through the huge
clouds. Then the night came.
We had just thrown a couple of blankets down, -Dana and I on our spot and the YM and Pierre
about ten feet away. Fires were prohibited and there was a new moon, so it became pitch black. Dana
had her back to me, to my right, and I was rubbing her neck when “something” hit me, firmly, precise,
hard, on my left shoulder four times. In retrospect, I had four instantaneous, distinct reactions to each
strike. On the first, surprise. On the second, analysis (what the hell is that?). Thirdly, what should I do
(I knew already that it was supernatural). Fourth (as Don Juan would admonish Carlos), catch it, to
harness its particular power and knowledge At the very moment I thought to catch it, I heard it hit a
bush about ten feet behind me, as it fled. It was fast, very fast. I didn’t say anything to Dana, to keep
from freaking her out, and after awhile we fell asleep. During the deep night, the Great Cat came to me.
In the “Dream”, I was in a standing position there on the Power Spot (this was in what is known as
the astral realm, which exists just “above” and contiguous with, this one). I was looking down at Dana,
on the ground, asleep. Somehow I could see her, and over to the side Pierre and the YM, in some kind
of weird light. Then I “felt” its immense approach, and as I turned I looked, upward, directly into the
face of the Great Cat: an incredibly magnificent (descriptions fail me) black panther about seven feet tall.
Huge, full of Power and presence. Our faces were only a few inches apart, yet we were both completely
calm, just checking each other out. This went on for several moments, until I “felt” the YM’s presence
(he must have alerted, in his sleep, to the Great Cat being there), and, with it, the element of fear. With
this, the Great Cat backed off, into the darkness, and was gone.
I remembered the Visit as soon as I woke up, but when Dana awoke and rolled over, the surprises
continued. Remember I said she was a cat woman (she had several back at home who continually
caressed and adored her)? Both of her hands were covered from the wrists down with dried blood. Her
skin was not broken, but there were four small lines on each hand where the Great Cat had touched her,
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The San Antonio River wilderness Power Spot: calling up the Great Cat.
About three weeks later I got the wild hair (it was predestined, but I did not know it) to go down
deep into my exquisite river wilderness by the First Farm, find the Power Spot I knew would be in there,
and call up the Great Cat. I had been practicing the SAT NAM down next to the river and become more
precise and powerful in its use, expressing love toward both God and Nature, -the Large Ones appreciate
and need our prayer and love, I was to find- and my angelic Teachers (I would not meet Jesus personally
and as overseer of my Training until ’75), and had also incorporated the fierce kundalini breathing
and physical techniques, which I had learned from a neat little book a friend had lent me. With the
breathing, I learned (as I am passing along to you now) to place myself directly before God, and on the
inhalation open myself totally to His/Her Light, -no barriers, and eventually no limitations from my
“individual” self, and to “breathe” that Light fully into every nook and cranny of my being/thoughts/
existence and then beyond: omni-directional. On the exhalation, a choice: either to “breathe” oneself
fully back into the Light, in total surrender (practice this first) or to send that Power out toward various
“prayer targets”, as I like to call them. Again, this is one of innumerable techniques to scientifically
amplify intercessory prayer, and God can handle it, no matter how large or small your concepts and
appropriate visualizations (what would/should/do you pray for?).
After prayer for guidance and protection at my farmhouse, I began my trek through the deep brush
down into the huge trees of the river forest and started downstream. I knew from Don Juan, and my
intuition, that if I came upon a Power Spot I would “feel” it with non-physical senses, so I would stop
occasionally to relax and “feel” a place, especially if it was beautiful (there were many such places in
there, among the huge, ancient grandfather trees along the river). After a good walk, I came up on a
unique phenomenon: strangler vines had pulled over a small tree and created a canopy on a spot that
had an awesome view of the river both ways, graced by overhead huge, ancient oak and pecan trees. It
was truly heaven-on-earth. Little did I know that I had missed the true Power Spot by about fifteen yards
(coming up), though I had been Led almost into proximity with it. I did some prayers there for awhile,
but wasn’t sure if I felt anything different or not, so I decided to continue downriver further, to see if I
would find anything down there. About 45 minutes downriver and all manner of beauty –God showing
off- I turned about thirty yards into the woods to backtrack, in case the Power Spot was in there. On the
way back, I was frozen by what sounded like a weird bird sound off to my right so I stopped, and at that
moment two huge hawks (power birds, when one is humbly and sincerely seeking Magic) appeared to
my left, flying straight out of the setting afternoon sun and right over my head. I took that as a possible
omen, set everything down and humbly greeted the place with prayer. However, when I tried to sit in
different spots there I couldn’t get comfortable, so I decided to walk straight at the river, and there was
the canopy of strangler vines. Thus did destiny unfold her arms and embrace me.
After setting up, I offered a good two hours of prayer, breathing, and power shouts, starting just
at sundown, then intermittently some more into the late night. Part of the Ceremony was to place the
Great Cat directly in front of me on the inhalation (as is the manner of the UNLIMITED POWER OF
HOLOGRAPHIC PRAYER) and “pull” on him. On the exhalation I fixated on the Power Spot, to pull
him in right on it. It was deep into a very dark night when I tired out, and figured I had done enough:
either it had “taken” or it hadn’t. After I had sat there for awhile, enjoying the complex symphonies of
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the night birds and insects, I began to realize what I had done and started to get nervous. Here I am,
I thought, way down in the river wilderness alone, calling up a supernatural monster. Try as hard as I
could, I couldn’t shake the growing fear. I kept repeating Don Juan’s words to Carlos in such situations:
A man (seeker) must balance the wonder of being a man with the terror of being a man (having access to
supernatural power and beings). Over and over and over, I repeated it.
My small, ceremonial fire had gone out well before the Great Cat came. It was late in the night,
and there were strong wind gusts coming from downriver in succession, each one hitting the foliage
of the big river trees as they came at me and then passed over and went upriver. But when this one big
“wind” got to me, if became a huge, extended ROAR which was beyond anything imaginable, just a
short distance away from me, there in the darkness to my left. I still think it literally shook the ground
beneath me. This thing was right beside me, there in the dark, and obviously pissed off. Looking
back, I had several unique reactions. My mind was completely calm and lucid (completely accepting
of imminent death) but my physical body was shaking, in tiny convulsions/twitches. This must have
been what Don Juan created when he repeatedly used supernatural nature beings to scare the crap
out of Carlos, to “shake loose from the limitations of the human form”, toward a total lack of fear in
becoming a Warrior. Nothing happened after that, - it was just a temporary dimensional crossover
(there would be numerous others, several of longer duration, after that over the years by various
entities, under the right conditions, including several with close friends present: see the Book). About
an hour later I fell asleep, from sheer exhaustion. No sooner than I was asleep did I find myself in a
standing (astral) position, there on my camping spot, and I “felt” the Great Cat attacking me from
the spot where he had growled earlier. I could “feel” and “hear” his huge paws hitting the ground and
felt him leap at me. In an instant I had a stout tree limb in both hands, and swung it at his head with
a wide-open, fearless, ferocity I had never experienced before (in this incarnation). At that moment,
I realized consciously that I was out of my body, and “jumped” back into it, hard. I had gone asleep
on my stomach, but was on my feet in one movement. The entire attack and instinctive counterattack
and resulting Light show had lasted less than a moment, but it had totally silenced all the night
critters that had been singing the entire evening and when I went to sleep. I could feel Power dripping
off the trees around me “in a fierce, serpentine slowness” (from a later poem). Needless to say, I
stayed awake the rest of the night. The Spirit told me over the next few days that I had provoked the
attack because of my fear, which had made him nervous as he came in on the “bridge” I had created
in pulling him up (in contrast to his voluntary visit, at the Perdenales). So I “talked” to him and
apologized. A few days later he growled at me from the deep brush next to my farmhouse (in morning
daylight), but it was softer and conciliatory, not belligerent, and he and other Great Cats have become
good friends, visiting occasionally in the years since then, including for a Halloween celebration that
year, when he scared the hell out of my good friend Brian (see the Book).
A couple of weeks later I took a beautiful spiritual woman named Marge from my Edgar Cayce
study group, and her precious little four year old daughter, very carefully down to the river and then to
the canopy. As Marge and I stood there, where I had camped, her little girl walked behind the canopy
and we followed, just as she sat down in the middle of a perfect ten-foot circle in the sand, with a
magnificent, ancient grandfather oak tree overhead. She had found the Power Spot, exactly where the
Great Cat had come in. This place was to be the location of a great deal of Magic over the next several
years, including the Ceremony of 2-27-76 which fulfilled the vision of October, ’72 (after the Angel’s
visit and my baptism, -remember?) and preceded the digging up of the Power Rock (and the astral
shaman that came with it) and the receipt of the Second Wood Dragon from the flood of ’80 (coming
up). I should add that I had taken Marge out there to do prayer: she was to go into the hospital the
next day for a biopsy for a lump on her breast. The next day the doctors were amazed that the lump was
completely gone. Praise God.
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Meeting the G.L.S., Colleen, and her catalytic provocation of the Ceremony of 2-27-76: fulfilling the
Vision of October, 1972, on the San Antonio River wilderness Power Spot.
I met Coleen R., of Houston (henceforth known as the Good Looking Slut, or GLS) in that eventful
summer of ’75. I had taken up competitive swimming and springboard diving in high school (’66),
then continued as a hobby through college and graduate school and the First Farm, and would drive in
from the farm to either work the track or the lanes and excellent boards at the Trinity University pool,
here in S.A., about three times a week. The details are in the Book of the huge omens that preceded and
followed my involvement with the GLS, (after she picked me up at the pool), but, to make a long story
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short, after several months of being taken for a sexual ride by the bitch (sportfucking, a friend called it),
I asked her to marry me in early February, 1976, on the way out to my favorite archery range. Her reply:
“I can’t, Ed, I have my career to think about (she was working on a Master’s in education at Trinity),
and besides, I can’t tell you how many men I’m having sex with because it would hurt your feelings”.
Whaaa . . .!!! Whoa!!! I don’t remember anything that happened the rest of that day, but after fuming
for several days I drew up a huge, complex ceremonial Prayer for her, to focus pure Light at her that
would, among other things, GUARANTEE that she would have an overabundance of appropriate
partners for purposes of fornication for the rest of her life (or until she tired of it), and as payback for
what she had done to me (and to who-knows-how-many other dudes, using her unbelievable physical
beauty and brilliantly deceptive charm). As I spent several days creating it, I got more and more pissed
off. Finally, on February 27, 1976, I walked up to my buddies’ trailer to party. I had sent her a harsh
letter a few days back and I could feel her being upset (we were highly psychic with each other), and,
sure enough, just as I got into the trailer the phone rang. It was the GLS. She didn’t appreciate the
letter, etc., and the last thing I asked her was, “How do you rationalize sin?”, and she hung up. I went
down to river that very night, beginning the Ceremony, by “coincidence, at exactly 9:00 (3 times 3).
The Ceremony lasted almost four and a half hours, using every technique I had learned to that night,
wide-open, full-force (the SAT NAMs were exquisite). The first half of the Ceremony was dedicated to
the promiscuous bitch, -again, for more than an ample supply of karmically-appropriate and equally
promiscuous partners, and to cover any other forms of bullshit she possessed, lurking in that highly
intelligent, self-serving, manipulative, luscious physical form. Then I left the bitch behind, and the
Ceremony progressed into taking on all the bullshit on the planet, wide open. The last hour or so I
spent completely out of my body, screaming upward at a very bright Light: no longer as an individual,
but as a conduit for that Light, -as the Warrior Angel demonstrated- to pass into me and through me
unto every aspect of the physical dimension and all the dimensions beyond (omni-directional prayer,
-see HEY, STREET FREAK!!!) Many times I felt some very large Beings come up, but they were only
there to watch the Light show, -my pre-ordained fulfillment of the Dream-Vision of October, 1972-
and did not interfere. More about other huge Magic the bitch provoked, even a couple of years after I
threw her away, in the Book . . .
Digging up/inheriting the Shaman’s Power Rock (and the fierce Native American astral Shaman
who made it) a week after the Ceremony; his appearances to the landlord’s family; my first challenge to
supernatural combat (earning the Power Rock).
I dug up the Power Rock about a week later, from deep within the hill sloping down to the back
door of my farmhouse. As fate would have it, several weeks earlier I had begun digging into the hill.
It was barren, as if someone had had goats in there in the past, so I decided to just move the hill, a
wheelbarrow at a time, cart the dirt across the dirt driveway into a gulley, and replace it with topsoil for
a garden. I had moved hundreds of pounds of dirt and was deep into the hill, with a perpendicular wall
about seven feet up, when, on this particular day, a Wednesday (remember that), as I stuck with the
pickaxe the Power Rock fell out at my feet, untouched. It was heavy, for its size. The Native American
dude who had made it (and placed it there, way back in time, for me to receive from deep within the
hillside after the Ceremony) contoured the bottom to fit in his palm (it fit my hand perfectly), and the
top was flat, with a creature, -arms, legs, and head, made of some dark, durable material. I gave thanks
then and there, and took it into my prayer pyramid, which housed my altar and the Nichiren Shoshu
gohunzon (the scroll representing the highest conceptual levels of God) and a bunch of very special items
from Nature, and dedicated it with lengthy prayer that evening. Little did I know that I would yet have
to earn it, through supernatural combat with the dude who made it, -the first of many years now of
Training in supernatural combat.
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been there. A two-for-one shot. Good shot, dude. I went back into the pyramid and got right back in
his face. A few weeks later, just as I cosmically ran out of rent money, Carol left a note on my door for
me and my evil spirits to get off her farm. The timing was already Set Up by my Jesus, so I moved on to
my next assignments (initially, becoming homeless for the first time, doing hard ranch work for an old
crippled rancher and living down in my beloved forest until a couple of other guided moves and then the
Second Farm and more huge Magic for another year -see the Book).
I realized, in retrospect, that the guy was making me earn his Power Rock. Don Juan showed Carlos
repeatedly that shamans/brujos/sorcerers of certain schools of thought often will use supernatural
methods to hurl death at those they deem worthy, and that there is nothing personal in such challenges-
it’s actually a sign of respect. This guy also seemed extremely territorial (I laugh). I should add that
since Carol didn’t give me the time to overcome the dude some other events occurred after I left. Jane’s
boyfriend and she got drunk shortly afterward and he ran his car into the side of a moving train on a
back road, but all she got was a nasty bump on her forehead. Oh, and I found out later from Jane that an
old cowboy and his wife and three kids moved into my little house, and that the wife got pissed off and
emptied an entire clip from a. 22 rifle into him, then when he crawled, bleeding, out into the yard, she
beat his head in with a big rock. Maybe it was related, maybe not. Maybe Carol should have given me
more time to cleanse the farm. Oh, well . . .
The Dream Dragons: the three introductory Dreams, ’75-’76; the three annual Gifts of the Three
Wood Dragons, ’79-’81.
Lastly, the three Wood Dragons, -gifts from the Great Serpents, or Dream Dragons. I was introduced
to the Dream Dragons in a precise succession of three Dreams, -two on the First Farm in early ’76 and
the third on the Second Farm, in the fall, then given the three Wood Dragons, annually from ’79 to ’81
on different Power Spots, -the second on the Great Cat’s river Power Spot- each and every one under
extremely magical conditions (coming up). All this, again, so I would tell ya’ll about it and encourage
you to awaken and use your own Magic, with the Lord’s help. In the First Dragon Dream, I was beside
a large lake facing a spirit Teacher. This guy was about seven feet tall, heavily muscled, and dressed in
ornate, ancient clothing, almost like the proverbial genie. He was telling me, telepathically, that he was
about to call up some huge creature from beneath the lake. He gave me the name of the creature (or
family of creatures, it turned out), which was totally Tolkein-ish and which I woke up remembering, and
use to this day. Then, three normal-sized men were standing in front of him, and he picked each one up
in turn with one hand and threw them into the lake, as a form of sacrifice. I woke up and wrote down
the Dream, but could not do anything else but file it away as unique, and probably supernatural.
The second Dragon Dream came a few days later, some time before the 2-27-76 Ceremony and
the catalytic effects of my receiving the Power Rock. I was in a room with several other brothers, just
milling around, when suddenly one entire wall burst in, followed by a total cascade of water. A serpent’s
head, as tall as the ceiling, thrust in at the same time. His huge eye met mine, and some kind of energy
(recognition?) passed between us. The torrent immediately engulfed the room (I was in the second
person then, just watching the event), and one dude was washed off his feet and a large tongue wrapped
him and pulled him under. That was the Dream.
I knew there was a connection with the previous visit by the Teacher (by the aspect of the water and
a huge new Creature), but it took the third Dragon Dream to put it all together, and understand the
precise, intelligent progression of their introducing themselves. Fast forward to the Second Farm (please
see the Book), in the fall of ’76. This Dream was set up (as others) by an event that had happened earlier
in the physical dimension. Earlier that day, as my lady, Mary, and I were leaving the Second Farm to
head to the city, I saw a large snake lying on the ground up ahead on my side of the driveway. Mary was
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The symphony and mystical ambiance was breathtaking, and we spent an outstanding afternoon
there, drinking it all in. Just before dusk we began our way back, (ironically) being very careful not
to frighten or offend any serpent brothers. In those moments, this actually happened: a volcano or
a huge dust cloud from another side of the planet had blown in, and on that very day, in those very
moments as the sun set the sky was completely covered, horizon to horizon, with tubular-shaped
clouds that stretched in straight lines from east to west, and the entire panorama turned bright, then
blood red, casting an eerie light on us and everything around us. The silhouettes of big lake birds
overhead seemed to be pterodactyls, and everything became prehistoric just as we walked up on the
first Wood Dragon (the bottom one in the picture).
This one was sculpted supernaturally for who-knows-how-long (their sense of time is different from
our physical, linear time) from a fallen tree trunk. Isn’t it beautiful? And the picture doesn’t begin to
do justice to the deep texture and complexity of the wood grain, up close. I call this the Earth Dragon,
because it was given from the ground. It has a softness, or feminine nature about it, as opposed to the
Fire Dragon (the middle one), which is definitely aggressive, and masculine, and the Water Dragon
(at top), which is androgynous. I cannot emphasize enough that I had no idea that this was the first of
three Wood Dragons I would be given as gifts from the Dream Dragons, -one each year under blatantly
Magical conditions. She was just incredible by herself. Again, can you grasp the immensity of three,
underline, three, physical objects deliberately given by these huge, friendly, intelligent, serpentine,
supernatural beings, once a year? It still blows my mind, just as it does every time when they show up to
say hi in an occasional Dream.
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Summary.
Thus ends the testimony of the four (4) physical objects given by supernatural beings (!!!): the Power
Rock and the three Wood Dragons. As a footnote you might find interesting, as I said, the Dragons have
come to me now in a great number of Dreams in different sizes and manifestations, just as have several
kinds of Great Cats since the initial befriending of the Great Cat, and, over the years a great number
of other magnificent supernatural Nature Beings. Again, these are archetypal Angels of the invisible,
supernatural Nature Kingdoms, just as we a human have angels that oversee our existence and resemble
us, to a degree (or is it vice-versa?). And, again, each of us has our own unique affinity/closeness to a
number of these animals, natural and supernatural, as the Native Americans (and other tribes) have
known since ancient times. Unfortunately, after the great genocide by the Europeans much of this
invaluable Knowledge has been lost, but is obviously not beyond reach, by the grace of the one God, to
the sincere seeker, even to a white boy like myself (and all of you). The Large Ones especially appreciate
our prayers on their behalf, considering what our species is doing to their physical Brethren all over the
Mother Earth and because they know, and love, Jesus as the coming Messiah, not just of humankind,
but what will be left of their Brethren within this dimension after the fulfillment of the prophecies and
the great, pre-ordained slaughter of Armageddon.
I ask, daily, of the Great Spirit (Whom I know personally as Jesus, or God-Who-came-to-walk-
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among-us) and of my attendant Teachers and Creatures, as I call them, that all the peoples of the
Mother Earth, and especially the young, re-learn of our closeness to the Nature Brethren, natural and
supernatural, and of our complete dependence on the Mother Earth for our very survival, and that of
our children, and of their children, and of their children’s children’s children (Moody Blues), and to treat
Her accordingly, from our “leaders” on down (or get the hell out of the way). I do know, unfortunately,
however, that even prayer cannot fully set aside the pre-ordained anger that God is going to unleash,
through Nature as well as by man’s own technology used against himself, in the imminent, prophesied
seven years of Tribulation and then Satan’s nuclear orgasm at Armageddon. Oh, and since I noticed how
weird, serious, intense the Training was, even from the mid-seventies on the First Farm, I am personally
interested in the Biblical prophesies contained in Malachi 4:5-6, and Revelation 11:3-13, in which the
supernatural forces of Nature will be called upon (by Elijah and Moses, reincarnate as the Two Witnesses
-Rev 11: 3-13- and those who join them) to play a major part in bringing the Family of God on earth
into the Kingdom Age. YESHUA! SAT NAM! SO MOTE IT BE!
One Planet. One Family. One God.
Love, Ed
7-7-07
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Title Page
First Page
Social Work Resume
Metaphysical Resume (The Brujo Letter: Looking For the Perfect Woman)
Visitation
The Immunity Article, Express-News, San Antonio
To Younger Mystics
On The River Farm: Timothy (The Morning After Meeting Mescalito).
Trip 537A/Schizology
An Affirmative Prayer
To Jesus
Untitled
A Halloween Gathering On The River, With Friends
To A Friend, Upon Her Father’s Death (From A Zen Influence)
Friday Night: Expectation/Renunciation (Pondering Colleen)
The Encounter
Clare
Wandering (Five Months On The Road)
The Anti-Abortion Letter
The Anti-Abortion Rejection Letter (Too ‘Religious” For A “Secular” Newspaper: Bob Richter,
Editor)
The Psycho Bitch From Hell
The Bookstore
Messin’ With The Law (Converting The Stoners)
To Judge Barlow : Pay Me Back, James . . .
The Barlow Letter: Dear Mr. Eiland . . .
The Crop Of ’86: This Bud’s For You
Hippie Tribe Snubs Marijuana Raid
To Bush, The D.E.A., Etc.: Weed
The San Antonio A.R.C. Devotions
Proving God Scientifically, 5-18-06
101 Things God Can’t Do, 6-22-06
What Can We Pray For (How Large Can We Pray, And Can God Handle It?), 6-13-06
The Touch Of The Master’s Hand, 6-27-06
A Christian Adaptation Of The Nichiren Shoshu Japanese Buddhist Prayer Considerations
A Christian Mystic Technique Utilizing The Kundalini Fire Breath And Holographic
Visualizations
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To The I.R.S.: The Letter Of 4-5-97 (K.M.A.)
Letters To The Editor
12-11-79: Prophets Ignored
6-80: Secular Vs. Spiritual Government
11-22-83: The Day After
11-23-86: The Crop Of ’86: This Bud’s For You
2-11-87: Stabbed
8-1-87: The Poop’s Visit
1-26-88: Praising Jesus Illegal
3-27-88: Abortion
12-29-89: Immunity (“legal” system: K.M.A.)
7-9-96: The Abortion Letter
2-21-99: Coming Out
7-27-03: Celebrating the 7-27-76 Bust
12-13-04: Terrorists
7-13-07: “Poop” Defines “True” Church
Mother’s Day 2000 (On Behalf Of All Abused Children Everywhere)
The Satanic Nature Of Mandatory Taxation
Hey, Street Freak!
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In 1990, I lost an inevitable battle with the satanic Texas “legal” system after three years of bullshit,
as a father in the state of Texas. The biological mother of my precious daughter, Lea Christine, the
“legal” system, and Satan, succeeded in finally taking her after I had raised her alone for a year and a half
(the “mother” became interested in Lea only after I filed for custody). I was in pretty bad shape then,
so my best buddy, Jesus, took me to a heaven-on-earth paradise in northwest Pennsylvania by Canada
where I spent the next two years outdoors, healing and honing my Gifts of Dreaming and intercessory
prayer on personal, collective, and global levels (please see the Book). I spent the last six months in an
enchanted pine forest about a mile upriver from the nearest, beatific little town, living quite comfortably
on unemployment compensation almost to the very day when my state grant went through to attend
long haul truck driving school in Pittsburg. It was there by my beloved river, sitting in front of my tent,
that an almost-audible Voice clearly and firmly gave me the title of the Book, -the last thing on my mind
after working on it off and on for almost fifteen years. Pretty cool . . .
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THE FIRST PAGE, SUMMER OF ’91
Ditto the First Page: given about a week later, sitting in front of my tent, completely unexpected,
from the same, almost-audible but unmistakably clear Voice in that northwestern Pennsylvania paradise.
This captures in a beautifully understated way some seventeen years of learning the complex implications
of existing as a HOLOGRAPHIC, multi-dimensional emanation of Light directly from the Source,
we being literal children of the One God, with all manner of potential to use our higher Gifts/Light
frequencies to influence what I like to call our individual, collective, and global Timespace through
focused, scientific prayer. A great deal of the Book is dedicated to these extremely complex principles,
but I could not have come up alone with such a succinct, one-sentence jewel such as this.
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This and my fledgling professional social work career became history and I immediately became a
“criminal” with the pre-ordained Bust of July 15, 1977 (a few plants on my deep wilderness farm: one
plant was a “felony” -see the Book). It then became time to leave eighteen years of education, then the
three years of (initial) mystical Training on the Two Farms, behind to study homelessness, the street,
years of working myriads of minimum-wage jobs among some very fine low-income people out of
those horrible (slave-) labor halls, a lot of professional truck driving, and years of brush and wilderness
residency and further mystical Training. I just keep it for laughs, and as an example of the harm a
satanic “law” can do, and has done to literally hundreds of thousands of good people, professional
and otherwise. Wait until the next installment, when I will post Please check out the hilarious series
of Huckleberry Finn-type mischievous adventures I deliberately had thereafter with the “law”, called
Messin’ With The Law.
Edward Eiland
304 Blanco Road
San Antonio, Texas 78212
Skills/achievements summary.
Extensive work (professional/volunteer) with mentally, physically, and economically disadvantaged,
chemically-dependent, and the homeless since 1970.
Highly aware of national and international events and their effects upon all facets of the national and
international populace, individually and collectively, as well as Nature.
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Transactional Analysis (age appropriate) and its use for growth as an individual and as a responsible citizen
of the nation and planet.
Social Worker, Salvation Army Home For Girls, San Antonio, Texas.
The home was a residential center for at-risk females, aged 12 to 17, referred by parental, school, judicial,
and welfare authorities. My work included intakes, casework, individual/group/ family counseling, job
and home placement, staff training and supervision, and crisis intervention.
Volunteer work.
Big Brothers and Sisters, Austin
Football coach, Northwest Y.M.C.A., San Antonio, Texas (two summers).
Drug counselor, San Antonio Free Clinic.
Taught Transactional Analysis to inmates of Bexar County Jail.
Taught several series of comparative religion at the Unitarian Church and S.A. Free Clinic.
Began and managed a food cooperative of thirty families.
Taught several presentations on drug pharmacology and abuse in the Northside and Northeast School
Districts, San Antonio.
Several music concerts (folk music, acoustic guitar and voice) at various S.A. institutions.
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Education.
Graduated from Robert E. Lee, San Antonio: 95 GPA, top 2% academically (Honor Student, N.E.I.S.D.
math champion, -mental computation), extensive sports interests, two years in Explorer Scouts.
B.A. in psychology from the University of Texas, Austin (double minor: English and math, advanced
placement credits in math, English, and Spanish).
Master’s Degree in Social Work, Worden’s School Of Social Service, Our Lady Of The Lake University,
San Antonio.
Present Interests.
Film, music, the outdoors, writing, prayer, Biblical prophecies regarding the Last Days.
Sports.
My sports interests included: hunting, fishing, camping, baseball (pitcher, championship team,
San Antonio), football, competitive swimming and springboard diving (one and three meter boards),
rappelling/spelunking (deep-cave rope work), horseback riding, surfing, scuba diving, water skiing
(slalom, sideways, backwards), whitewater canoeing (Texas, New Mexico, international competition
in Colorado), karate (third degree brown belt, University of Texas, Austin), archery, track, motocross,
weightlifting, hatha/kundalini/tantric/mantric/karma yoga, wilderness survival.
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THE BRUJO LETTER: LOOKING FOR THE PERFECT WOMAN
(My Metaphysical Resume)
Classified Ads
Personal Column, Singles
Express-News
I got a wild hair and wrote this four years before I had it printed, in the summer of ’86. I had a huge
crop of excellent weed going, and had just survived being stabbed almost to death, so I figured what the
heck and had it printed as a Ceremony on all the women in San Antonio (and wherever else). This was
a Zen exercise, not caring if it brought me any results, but the third woman it did bring, my beautiful
Karen, was very powerful, and an intense lover for the time we stayed together, -until February, ’87. She,
my last girlfriend to date, as well as a precious few others over the years preceding her, were exquisite
expressions of the female Goddess: the feminine aspect of God, and I have been blessed for having
known them. The letter still speaks for itself. My brothers, can you relate?
Handsome, powerful (otherwise reserved, modest) young Christian mystic/brujo needs a good
woman. She must be attractive, sophisticated, complex, magical and deeply spiritual, somewhat
knowledgeable of technical mysticism and supernatural power, and with strong love for the visible and
invisible brethren of nature. She must have an established, anointed, personal relationship with the
Messiah, Jesus, the coming King, and His angelic warriors.
I am 5’6”, 37 years old, conceived with the nation of Israel in May, 1948, and born during San
Antonio’s worst recorded winter storm on the 33rd day, Candlemas, at 3:33 p.m. Greenwich/world time
(Aquarian, moon in Aries, Pisces rising). I have golden-blonde hair and blue eyes, and am highly athletic,
poetic, musical (I play very mellow acoustic guitar, but prefer oldies rock), with two academic degrees
and over fourteen years of post-graduate training in world religions and the occult sciences (as well as
political and environmental knowledge, nutrition and holistic health, street and wilderness survival,
supernatural combat, etc.). I am experienced with power plants (as well as the “legal” system’s reaction
to them) and have experienced huge displays of power, and have had hundreds of psychic and dream
experiences and extensive contacts with supernatural beings, of both good and evil and in nature, - all in
preparation for a coming controversial book and a harsh Latter Day world ministry.
After eleven lean years, many spent in wilderness seclusion, I only recently entered through Grace
a new life-period of seeming economic stability (steady food, a roof and bed, etc.) and would have
a relationship to match, if it be His/Her will. I have trained in deep emotion with many goddesses:
some exquisitely beautiful, but including far too many confused, spoiled, shallow, brutal, whimsically
promiscuous “modern” woman”, and I pray continually on behalf of myself and my worthy brothers,
with power techniques and complex visualizations, against these Times which have spawned so many of
the latter.
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Edward Eiland
‘82, revised 11/28/85
Printed 9/14/86, 9/21/86
VISITATION
While on the First Farm (‘74 to ’76: please see The Stories . . .), my Training in Dreaming quickly
became a breathtaking nightly adventure. I studied Dreaming with several groups and practiced about an
hour of pre-sleep prayer and meditation, and quickly attained around five to seven Dreams a night with
perfect recall, which progressed from “normal”/analytical dreams to psychic and supernatural Dreaming
(many of us potentially have such a Gift, among others). In the process, I learned that if I exceeded
the hour of preps I was so full of Light and ideas that I couldn’t sleep. On one such night I gave up on
sleeping, twisted up a fat one and put on Dave Mason’s Headkeeper album, and kicked back in the dark
to enjoy a gentle night breeze coming up off the river. First I got a vague, but firm, concept which then
became a jumble of ideas. They refined themselves, and as I started to write, they fell perfectly into place
and I wrote Visitation almost verbatim. An interesting side note: the holy Temple was originally named
Beth-el Hai (I liked the Tolkein-ish, mantric sound), which I found later in an obscure but significant
geographical reference in the Bible. I changed the name some while later to Shaas-ta-vehr (still mantric,
Tolkein-ish). I still recite this piece occasionally to myself or for close friends for the spiritual high.
VISITATION
(A Verbal Recitation By A Post-Armageddon Village Historian To The Young)
Lo, and the archangel appeared unto them in the Temple of Wisdom, Shaas-Ta-Vehr, and spake in a
clear voice, saying:
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AWAKEN, FAMILY OF GOD!!! We are in need of thy Power, and clarity of thought!!! As
manifestations of the One Mind, how would ye share your joy of existence? Troubled and confused
Times approach your dying planet, and ye shall be tested well for sincerity, ‘ere the return of the
MESSIAH, SOME FEW YEARS HENCE, even as your ancient prophets have foretold.
The Angel was then gone, even as quickly. Those who had forsaken the Ancient Ways were
astonished to hear of the Visitation, for the people of the Settled Lands had forgotten that such Beings
existed, and thus had lost the talent of prayerful telepathic rapport with the realms beyond.
Strange, is it not, young Warriors, that so many in those Times could lose sight of the Beauty that lie
wasting within the tarnished Temples of man’s Soul? But we are well here now, and content. The fire is
warm.
Ed, from the First Farm on a sleepless night (too much prayer), 1975
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I let this idea incubate for a few months, then wrote this almost verbatim, and they (the Express-News)
actually published it, complete with the last sentence, to my (our, O.K.?) surprise and enjoyment. It is still
perfectly contemporary, is it not? K.M.A. (Kiss my ass . . .).
I am now 41, with two degrees and eighteen years of street experience, and have intensely followed
local/national/international events for twenty-four years, including supernatural training through the
Holy Spirit since 1972 (Whom I met in 1975 as Lord Jesus, the true King of this earth and soon-coming
Messiah). I have watched, with Guidance, the increasing contrast between eternal spiritual Laws and
manmade “laws” created by scribes (humanistic lawyers, judges, politicians) to twist God’s Laws for
their own purposes, all over this planet, in serving Satan. I have watched the poor become poorer as the
rich are richer, through “legal” manipulations (recently our “leaders” subtly gave themselves a raise from
$89,500 a year to $120,700, bribes aside, while the minimum wage remains at $3.35). I have watched
Roe vs. Wade, via the “supreme” court (Jesus is the Supreme Court) give “legal” sanction to the “legal”
murder of many millions of unborn babies. I have watched the lukewarm, spiritually-dead, “state”-
licensed “churches” turn off over two generations to the God within, negating supernatural power and
spirituality in many young warriors. As a father in the state of Texas abused by the satanic “legal” system
over custody of my precious daughter, I have seen the Beast up close, where it hurts. I have watched the
international “leaders” destroy my beloved Nature here, and all over the Mother Earth.
Therefore, in Jesus Name and Authority, I hereby publicly announce my complete immunity from
this Latter Day “legal” system, its mandates and petty authorities. As Lord Jesus admonished, “Come out
of her (the Beast) my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues
(Rev. 18:4).
Stuff it dudes.
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TO YOUNGER MYSTICS
(FOR HEATHER AND KELLY)
All children have a certain Magic (they are still close to the heavens, from which they come),
but some just simply sparkle. Such was the case for my sister’s little girl, Heather, and my apprentice
Richard’s little niece, Kelli, who were about three years and six years, respectively. So, I wrote this for
them. As I looked at it, I realized it might be enjoyable for kids of all ages (ages 3-70).
Now the thing to remember about what people call God is that this is an energy, that is not in any
form at first but Who is dreaming all this. People call God a boy, or rather a man, but this is because
in the past the people were taught that the man, or the father, is the only person who is big and strong,
and because Jesus, the Messiah, was and is a man. Now women are beginning to learn that they are
strong too. So God is not just a man. God is pure energy that is in all things, men and women, and all of
Nature.
You have dreams at night, right? Do you remember your dreams? Well, just like you make up stories
in your mind at night about things you are thinking and learning about, we and this world, and all the
invisible worlds that exist Out There, are just God having a Dream. That’s amazing, huh? See, God is
Dreaming right now that She is you, and me, and this room, and everything outside, and everything that
Is. We are this energy, made by God into the way we are.
That’s neat, because once you find out that you are God having a Dream, you can learn to make the
Dream do what you want it to do. We call this prayer. God also became angels, and Jesus, and we should
ask them to help us to learn to Dream right. If you hear about people praying, this means they are asking
this Energy inside them to make things happen to help them be nicer people and to make other people
and the whole world healthier and more happy. Lots of people don’t know about this Energy, though, or
that it is right inside them, and you should always pray that these people can be happy someday, when
they find out how God works.
11-20-79
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After my Training by Carlos Castaneda and Don Juan had begun (’71) and Spirit moved me, post-
graduate, to the First Farm in May, 1974, I discovered, -was led to- my huge peyote field deep in the
south Texas desert (please see the Book) in early 1975. So in the first in a series of bi-yearly harvests
that lasted until ’83 and yielded hundreds of pounds of prayer-over cactus, a highly spiritual friend
and I brought out two days’ picking: well over 100 pounds. A couple of weeks later, I had my first
actual contact (over an hour) with Mescalito, the supernatural, angelic Teacher that resides within the
cactus, -the first of three such direct contacts (see the Book). On this prolonged visit, he approached
as a complex and continual musical tone and taught me, lovingly and patiently, some very advanced
meditation/prayer techniques, but Timothy is a true story about something real neat that happened
about dawn the next morning. It’s pretty much self-explanatory, but I thought ya’ll would get a kick
out of a couple of subtleties I threw in, tongue-in-cheek. “ . . . an extraordinary night . . .” is the only
reference I made to my initial Visit from this incredible, exquisite supernatural Being, and “I have been
unceremoniously surprised, in the past” refers in a likewise vastly understated manner to the major,
multi-week demonic attack that followed the prophecy/warning by the Angel, back in October, ’72:
please see The Stories Behind The Picture.
Oh, and there is a real happy ending to the story: I Knew Timothy couldn’t stay indefinitely, so a
few days later when he came into the bedroom again, I closed off all but a small part of the door and put
a paper sack across the remaining space, and I’ll be darned if he didn’t run right into it and stay there.
Then I took him down to the large trash pile behind the landlord’s house by the river, where I knew
he would make a lot of friends and we both would be a lot happier. It did me a lot of good to see him
hopping off, the cute, Magickal little critter.
It is 6:15 a.m., the dawn is beginning to show on the horizon, and I have been, after an extraordinary
night, listening to Timothy play in the kitchen for some time now.
Timothy is my pet mouse.
Actually, he couldn’t be called a pet by most civilized standards. I don’t keep him in a cage, or teach
him to do tricks (he comes and goes pretty much as he wishes). But, then, most civilized standards stop
way back up on the country road.
Some people, I figure, would label Timothy a wild, or a field mouse, or a Rat, or vermin, or other
such scandalous things, and lie awake in mortal fear at the thought of a MOUSE lurking somewhere in
the dark just beyond their perception, waiting to pounce with sharpened claws upon them, should they
by some chance fall into non-alertness, or (even worse) sleep. That’s really unfair, though. Timothy is a
very gentle soul, as I get to know him. And he doesn’t even eat so much, as I once thought. A piece of
leftover bread here, a kernel of corn there . . . well worth the price of companionship, by my estimation.
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We weren’t always on such good terms. When I first heard him moving around in my kitchen, where
the grain sacks are stored, I was kind of put out about him being here. I even thought, fleetingly, about
destroying him (sorry, Tim). The first time I woke up with him on my sleeping bag beside me (I sleep on
a mattress on the floor), staring me in the face, he ended up in (no doubt) surprised flight over my prayer
pyramid. And then I chased him around for awhile.
Things have changed since then. Oh, he’s come around the bed a couple of times-he and the Large
Ones can feel my daily prayers for Nature, and I guess he’s lonesome too, out here on the river farm,
but I’m learning how to let him know that I’d Rather Sleep Alone. I beat on the perimeter of the bed,
and against the wall paneling that separates me from the kitchen. The latter makes a neat, rumbling,
The-Gods-Are-Angry sound, and I figure Tim’s picking up on it pretty quick. I let him scratch, and
hop around, and pitter-patter all he wants, -it’s good for him, to be sure. But when he approaches the
bedroom, or starts gnawing on a grain sack . . .
SLAP BOOM
SLAP BOOM
SLAP BOOM
SLAP BOOM
SLAP BOOM, etc., and then there is . . . silence.
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My third semester at Our Lady Of The Lake University in S.A., working on my Master’s Degree
in social work, was spent entirely in the capacity of a full-time social worker at a home for emotionally
disturbed and abused children (like myself, thanks to my sadistic, insane mother). I had recently read a
real neat little book called, 101 Ways To Get High, which included such methods (along with a very few
of the obvious ways) as water skiing, making love, performing volunteer work, writing or reading poetry,
etc., which prompted this little, totally non-serious piece. This all happened while sitting at a large
conference table with all kinds of Ph.D.’s and professionals from several behavioral fields. “Empty space
has ways of making itself known . . .”.
Seventeen in all:
Numbered satyrs remembered previous dances
In which all and none was forbidden to occur
Leaving too much freedom of choice, according to some.
Halt, steed! (Metaphysical transportation has a way of not responding)
Lest concentration’s hold fortify itself.
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Consumed protesting chairs.
Dare I sit down?
Empty space has ways of making itself known.
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I wrote this just for the heck of it, to put down a few things I had learned until that time, and I
guess it turned out O.K. Please enjoy.
I AFFIRM that I am a God-Being of eternal Life, created from pure Light, in the name of Love: the
son/daughter of an infinite Being, the Creator of all that is, Who is all-powerful, and all-loving of His/
Her Creation; Who contains within His/Her Being all knowledge of all things, past, present, and future,
and of all Law; Who sustains, and IS, all the realms of existence: of the Mother Earth and all the planets
and star systems within our universe (uni-verse: one song), and all universes; Who IS the realms of
Heaven and of Hell, and all the visible and invisible Kingdoms of Nature, and all creatures and life forms
that exist therein.
I AFFIRM that I do seek, from this moment on, guidance and protection from the very highest
levels of this Being, of Whom I am a valuable aspect, that I do welcome this guidance and protection
in every area of my life and being, and unto all those whom I love: my family, my spiritual brothers and
sisters of this world and the worlds beyond, and all whom I have known and shall know in this life or
the lives to come, and unto all the peoples of the Mother Earth; I affirm that all shall seek, and know, the
Oneness with our God, the Being that we are; that all may be lifted up, by the learning of, and living in
attunement with, spiritual Law and the love of our Creator: from pain and suffering and imperfection
into a state of joy, physical, mental, and spiritual Perfection and health, inward peace and courage in the
face of all enemies, within and without, and that each may gain mastery of the attainment of the Christ-
power of spontaneous manifestation(thought to instantaneous physical reality), -our heritage through
Grace as divine beings created from the One.
I AFFIRM that none shall ever again fear death, for there is no death for the righteous, and that
when my Lord Jesus chooses to separate me from my physical form I shall awaken in the company of
angels, in the cities and countryside of Heaven, there to live until it may be fit that I return again to my
beloved Mother Earth for further learning and service to my human and Nature families, whom I love
and for whom I have compassion.
I AFFIRM that I shall respect all persons, no matter how good or (apparently) evil, as Creations of
my God, and that I will recognize that we are but One Being, having taken different forms and different
degrees of spiritual advancement and purity.
I AFFIRM the closeness of my angelic Teachers and Warriors, and of my Master Jesus, to myself and
those I love, and that we shall be trained by them to become instruments of Good in the world, that our
God may work in us and through us to greater and greater extent.
I AFFIRM my allegiance and loyalty to my brethren of the mineral, plant, and animal Kingdoms, in
the visible and invisible realms of Nature, and that I will do all within my power to preserve and enhance
all Life in these forms, and to protect such from the destructive and ignorant actions of man, acting
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forSatan (whom I rebuke in all his/her forms, in Jesus’ holy Name and Authority), which even now
threaten to destroy all manner of advanced life on this, my Mother Earth.
I AFFIRM that my children, and their children, and all generations to come, will be born into
a world freed of hatred, greed, and ignorance and disrespect of the divine Laws, overcoming (as the
Messiah) even death, and in so doing I affirm, with fierce passion, the Kingdom Age which even now
comes to my planet, to be ushered in by the return of King Jesus and the angelic hosts in FEROCITY
AND POWER AND GLORY. With the power and wisdom of my God, Who willfully manifested as
Lord Jesus and Who is my Creator and thus the Higher Essence of my own consciousness, I affirm world
peace, with happiness, prosperity, and spiritual enlightenment for all Light-Beings, with perfect harmony
between man and Nature, in Jesus’ Name and Power and Authority, knowing that all I ask for in faith
shall be given, in His/Her time, by the Father/Mother Spirit.
I AFFIRM thankfulness unto my God for my Being, and unto my Mother Earth for Her
nourishment of my physical Temple, and for all events that have occurred and shall occur, knowing that
all in the Dreamlife is created for my spiritual growth, be it of Good or seemingly evil, and that all is
created by Lord Jesus, Who is Love.
AMEN! SAT NAM! SO MOTE IT BE!
Around ‘80
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Written in honor of my best buddy since 1975, the soon-coming Messiah (trust me) and the direct
emanation of the One God Who came to walk among us and willingly undergo the incredible suffering
of the Ceremony on the Cross, -all this so He could demonstrate that He, as our High Priest, could
overcome all “physical” “reality”, even the illusion of death. This is also He Who continually exhorted
the “common” people that they (and therefore we), as children of His “Father”, had the same innate,
unlimited supernatural Gifts even as He demonstrated: “The works that I do shall ye do also, and greater
works that these shall ye do” (John 14:12). One day all people shall know that He is also from the One
Who sent Mohammed, Gautama the Buddha, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, the Native American holy
men and women, and all saints, male and female, who have visited the planet over the centuries, each to
their own people according to their own understanding of the One God (trust me).
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Such control do you have of your compassionate intensity, Savior
That you do, in service to the Ageless One
Hold back the ferocity that you are
From those who cause, and shall cause, suffering for your people
And unto the brethren of the Nature Kingdoms
And who profit from the spawning of darkness
In the name of the Light.
Ed,
5-23-78
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This was written on a super laid-back day at the First Farm: sittin’ on the couch with a perfect breeze
coming from the river forest, good weed and music, and a drifting, exceptional sequence of inspirational
moments. It didn’t seem right to limit it with a title.
The wheel of Life spins on And we weave our prismatic webs to encapsulate the Timespace Motion
supplicates consciousness onward
And gently surrounds the traveler with Love
Loos’d from Antiquity’s gate.
Shall we pause, for the Joy of it?
The space ahead beckons
The morrow needing to be overtaken.
SELAH! 8-15-76
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A HALLOWEEN GATHERING WITH FRIENDS, ON THE RIVER
This is my attempt to capture a memorable event involving the deep-wilderness San Antonio Power
Spot and a special afternoon and evening with a small group of close, beautiful, Magical friends I will
love forever.
With some good friends, at the San Antonio River Spot, First Farm, 10-28-75
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I wrote this for Sharon T., who was a fine, fine Lady and a good friend I knew in 1974, and an
excellent mother of four good kids (and an ex-prostitute, at that). She also had some of the softest skin I
have ever touched, or tasted, on a woman.
Maker of my maker
The precision of Thy guidance leaves none untouched.
Samsara, the sea of consciousness, receives yet another charge
To bless again, perhaps, with physical form
And we continue.
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FRIDAY NIGHT; EXPECTATION/RENUNCIATION
(PONDERING THE GLS)
I wrote this mental excursion/catharsis during a prolonged period of confusion and anger that occurred
between when the Good Looking Slut, Coleen, informed me she had been fucking around on me, and
when I went down to my river Power Spot to zap the bitch, to assure she had more than an adequate supply
of appropriate partners for her promiscuity (see The Stories . . .) for the rest of her life. This, in turn,
triggered the Ceremony of 2-27-76, seen in the Dream-Vision of October, ’72, which in turn triggered
the (pre-destined) digging up of the Power Rock behind my farmhouse (please see The Stories Behind The
Picture) and the Visitations, duly recorded in detail, to the landlord’s family, and then me, of the astral very
deadly and pissed off Native American shaman.
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I wrote this when I had planned to get some good friends together for a prayer ceremony out in the
wilderness by the First Farm. There was a certain Tolkein-type dried creek bed we had found with all
kinds of big, weird rocks and tree roots, and I had wanted to hide there and pop out when my buddy
Ted brought them out. I would confront them as a guardian of the other realms, with he and I reciting
this as an introduction to the evening. Something equally as fine came up, though, so we never followed
through with it.
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CLARE
Clare was one of my major lovers of all time. She was a yoga teacher, single, raising her daughter Radha
when we got together in late ’76. She was so Magical, feminine, sensuous, powerful with the Presence of
the Goddess, and highly knowledgeable of mystical matters, including Tantric Yoga. Hatha Yoga, which
she taught (yoga: growth toward union with God), is the most widely known, using the physical postures
to improve the physical Temple, while Tantric involves making love to glorify and bring forth the presence
of God, even to the point of attaining supernatural, literal Oneness with one’s partner (ideally, one’s Soul
Mate). Often we would precede our physical lovemaking by sitting in front of each other, holding hands,
looking into each other’s eyes and breathing in unison. As I inhaled, she exhaled. On the exhalation, she
would “breathe” herself totally into me, way beyond the physical, (Soul to Soul), and I would “inhale” her
total Being and the Goddess within her into me, then with a gentle hand squeeze we would switch roles.
Of course, this “metaphysical foreplay” made our eventual physical Union exquisite, even supernatural.
Indeed, God designed sex to be between two people deeply in love with each other, -enough to desire
becoming literally One with one’s partner- and, with or without this technique, slam-bam, recreational
sex (sportfucking) does not even close in quality to the real thing and its karmic payback is eventually
“unsavory” -trust me.
1-6-77
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As a child, we had a book in our sizable home library by a nineteenth century Irish poet, James
Whitcomb Riley, which had a huge influence on me, even as a young teenager. This guy could write in
either the most eloquent, breathtaking language imaginable, or just as capably lapse into total hillbilly
slang, ya’ll. I wrote this one night after a few weeks of being homeless for the first time, and was just
letting my mind wander. It contains a subtlety I should share with you guys. I slipped in my knowledge
(not mere “belief ”) of reincarnation: “It’s a longlife . . .”. Oh, gambols is not gambles misspelled, though
it could have fit the contextual setting- it means something like weird beings of some kind, such as a
gargoyle, but I meant it in a broader sense, tongue-in-cheek, regarding all the very serious, weird beings I
had already met in those early years of Training.
6-27-76
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THE ABORTION REJECTION LETTER
THE REJECTION LETTER (TOO “RELIGIOUS” FOR A “SECULAR”
NEWSPAPER)
This was an amazing, blatantly atheistic piece I received from Bob Richter, the editor of my
hometown paper, the S.A. Express-News, in response to an anti-abortion letter I sent in (please see the
letter, below). In the letter, I challenged the pastors of the spiritually-dead “churches” of S.A. as to why
they were not screaming from the pulpit against the daily “legal” slaughter of the unborn (“Jesus is the
Supreme Court”) within our city. I did rewrite it, as he suggested, knowing it was futile, and expanded
pastors to include rabbis, mullahs, imams, priests, wiccans, brujos and brujas (to literal hell with atheists:
let them be “offended”- they are going into hell anyway). Bob then wrote me back saying he was going
to “forward” it to the religion editor (yeah, sure) and I never did hear anything after that. I wonder
how many babies that letter would have saved, had he not blocked it for the sake of secular humanism/
atheism, and what kind of hard questions God is going to ask him when he inescapably comes before
Him for his life review, for such censure of criticism of the lowest form of murderers, -the who “legally”
destroy the helpless unborn and all who support them in any manner (all of whom are reserved some
special places deep in hell).
Oh, and speaking of some quotes his censure prevented-“too ‘religious’ for a ‘secular’
newspaper” (?!!):
Deuteronomy 27:25: God’s curse on anyone who takes money to kill an innocent person.
And speaking of the “state”-licensed, spiritually-dead (and thus satanic), useless, Latter Day
“churches” and their priestcraft:
James 2:17: Even so faith, if it hath not works, is dead, alone.
Revelation 3:15-16: I know thy works, that thou art neither cold or hot: So because thou art
lukewarm, I will spew thee out of my mouth (Jesus, dictated to John on Patmos).
Dear Ed,
Your piece is far too religious for a secular newspaper that should be readable to all- including
Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, atheists, what have you.
I’m not telling you how to do that. I think you can. I’m just telling you I can’t print it like it is.
Try again.
Thanks, Bob
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THE ANTI-ABORTION LETTER
Through the grace of my best friend and Savior, Jesus, I became involved with an exquisite group
of (non-violent) born-again saints whom He has called to protest against the satanic ritual of “legalized”
murder of the unborn through abortion. About twenty to thirty of various denominations visit
throughout Saturday morning in prayerful vigil at a site of such satanic abomination called Reproductive
Services, at Evers and Joiner roads, just north of Loop 410 (there are others). The response from
motorists, (mostly) positive, negative, and apathetic, are a learning experience. Around ten or more
children are destroyed here each Saturday, and daily through the week.
The Spirit has, perhaps, prompted me to challenge all the (state-licensed) “churches” of my
hometown San Antonio: WHY IN THE WORLD are there so few Christians out there on Saturday?!
The sidewalks and streets should be lined with true believers! This satanic ritual is so unimaginably
repugnant to the living God who formed these helpless unborns, yet you collectively acquiesce to this
daily, continual slaughter, and thus to the perpetrators (“doctors”, “nurses”, administrators, escorts,
security, disposal services, etc.) by passively allowing this ongoing horror within our city. According to
our God, those involved in any way with these murder mills will know a fierce Judgment, -man’s puny
secular “laws”/rationalizations aside (Deuteronomy 27:25: God’s curse on anyone who accepts money to
kill an innocent person).
Pastors (*Rabbis, Mullahs/Imams, Priests, Wiccans, Brujos/Brujas), why are you not condemning,
from the pulpit, such ritual as MURDER (as seen by God), inspired by Satan, whose participants are in
danger of supernatural damnation? Congregations, why are you not represented here in prayerful protest,
or at the other San Antonio baby-killing facilities? Perhaps there are those fellowships that are spiritually
dead, and therefore useless to Lord Jesus in these late Times (James 2:17: Even so faith, if it hath not
works, is dead, being alone). How shall the many explain their indifference (shades of the previous
Holocaust) when they meet the true Supreme Court, Who is a fierce, eternal, supernatural God, face to
face? Perhaps such stagnant, state-licensed “churches” should re-examine Revelation 3: 15-16: I know
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Edward Eiland
*These were added, tongue-in-cheek, to a “revised”, second submission of the above thesis upon
receipt of the handwritten letter from the Editor of the Express-News, Bob Richter, that the letter would
“offend” “Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, what have you” (ATHEISTS BE DAMNED).
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THE PSYCHO BITCH FROM HELL
I like this, which I sent in to the Attorney General with each and every monthly child support check.
In 1981 Satan himself (herself ), in a direct, calculated attack sent me this woman to have my precious
daughter, Lea Christine (I named her for Christ, and baptized and committed her to Him as soon as she
was born, on 1-11-1984). Cynthia (the PSYCHO BITCH FROM HELL) turned into a raving bitch
soon after Lea was born, and after a year of this told me to take Lea and get out, so she could go out
and play the slut. I did, and she did, and I raised Lea for 14 months alone (I was making good money,
truck driving and then getting up the huge crop of weed in ’86). As soon as I did all the paperwork
myself to file for custody, then she wanted her, her family got her a lawyer, and I was forced to retain a
pro bono shyster bitch who literally gave her away (rot in hell, bitch) over three slow, agonizing years.
Cynthia got herself knocked up by some sucker in the Army (her second of four babies by four different
guys/victims) in ’90 and finally took Lea out of S.A. to Fort Hood, evil dripping from her lips as she
sadistically savored my pain: “You’ll never see her again, and there’s nothing you can do about it, ha ha
ha”. She didn’t know it, but I was gonna kill her and do the time, so at least Lea would have a shot at a
decent foster home, but after a lot of prayer a gun failed to materialize at the last moment and I gave Lea
to God. I have been in His/Her face daily since then some seventeen years now, to protect her, bless her,
and prepare her for eventual spiritual service, despite the slut’s influence.
After they were gone the Lord moved me into the heavenly, deep pine wilderness in northwest
Pennsylvania next to Canada for two years to heal (I was pretty messed up, literally wounded deep by
this direct, long-term satanic attack). Oh well. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere around the slut when
God gets ahold of her. As they say on the street, payback’s a MF. Crash and burn, bitch. Literally.
I figure some date entry clerks in Austin got a kick out of that letter. Oh, and Judges John Murray
and John Specia, in S.A.: rot in hell. “My” pro bono “lawyer”, Jackie Reibach, who as well as gave my
precious daughter to the satanic slut: rot in hell. The lawyers (scribes, Jesus derisively called them)
who took money to give my little girl to the slut and the devil: rot in hell. Satan certainly knew what
he/she was doing: losing my Lea to the slut through such an extended, obvious display of satanic
bravado hurt more than any pain I have ever experienced, physical and otherwise, but I am pretty
much over it now (2007).
Edward Eiland
304 Blanco Road
San Antonio, Texas 78212
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My Precious Jewel, Lea Christine
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THE BOOKSTORE
This is just a little course I almost taught at the main S.A. mystical bookstore. I had too much
else going on, though, and the bitch that owned the place did not want any mention of Jesus in her
“mystical” bookstore, so it never happened. How ironic: these self-described “mystics” feel the need to
dismiss the greatest mystic of all time, the fools.
June 5, 1989
--------- ------- Bookstore
Dear -----,
Here is some of the manuscript from my coming Book that I thought might influence you to allow
me to teach a course at the bookstore, as we talked about. I have also included pictures of the Power
Rock (you have already met) and the Three Wood Dragons, given by the Dream Dragons. These are
explained in an enclosed autobiographical piece, and I will be glad to bring these four objects, given by
supernatural beings (with testimony of their being Given) to the first class.
The course:
Mysticism: man’s supernatural relationship with God;
Spiritual shamanism, Castaneda style: brujos and brujas,
spiritual warriorhood, angelic Teachers in nature, power
shouts, power plants, rocks, and animals;
Mysticism of the Native Americans;
Psychic and supernatural Dreaming, techniques to enhance Dreaming and recall, prophetic and
clairvoyant Dreaming, astral
travel, Dream Teachers;
Divine marriage, soul mates, supernatural love and sex, astral
sex in Dreaming;
Jesus as Lord, personal Savior, and soon-coming Messiah, and His
esteemed brothers, Gautama the Buddha, Mohammed, and
others;
Biblical prophecies and nuclear Armageddon;
Hatha yoga, kundaini yoga, mantric yoga as spiritual tools;
Holographic consciousness and existence: the prismatic Creation:
Breathing prayer techniques, the kundalini fire breath in
prayer;
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Thank you for your time, and please feel free to contact me at your convenience to arrange a
schedule. Ed.
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South Texas Agriculture
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Miracle-GRO Babies, June ‘86, Not Even Yet Gone To Bud
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This Bud’s For You
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These are the (promised) Huckleberry Finn/Tom Sawyer adventures I have had, with the “legal”
system since that idiotic Bust of 7-27-77 put an end to three very serious years’ of initial Training on
those two wilderness Farms, and changed my life forever (but as per my Jesus’ fierce Training, for the
many years that followed. This is tongue-in-cheek, showing these particular bullshit, manmade “laws”
for what they are, but I also apply that scrutiny to the satanic abortion “laws” as well (JESUS IS THE
SUPREME COURT):
After three years’ probation was over, I sent the head judge of Bexar County (San Antonio) this
letter, in effect telling him what I thought of his manmade “laws”, and pretty much what he could
do with them, including paying me back for my excellent weed that was taken from my by a satanic,
manmade “law”.
Edward Eiland
P.O. Box 1864
San Antonio, Texas 78297
January 23, 1984
Dear James,
Enclosed is a copy of the sixth draft of an as-yet unfinished paper entitled, Hey, Street Freak! -this
being the sixth complete revision of perhaps seven. This paper is written for my people, the Rock and
Roll generation, enticing them by their interest in “drugs”, ESP, heavy music, and the supernatural,
to come to Lord Jesus, the living Messiah, for the so-called Gifts of the (Holy) Spirit and eventual
supernatural Perfection. The paper includes scientific, sophisticated explanations of the workings of
the eternal, supernatural, Divine Spiritual Laws that exist, above man’s feeble, barbaric, and inaccurate
“laws”, and which govern the events that come to us from the “future”, from our own Higher Self,
Which is God.
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I began the original draft of this paper in the summer of 1979, as it says, but I was Aware of many,
–most- of the Principles and Truths expounded therein in 1977, on July 15th in the early morn, when
Frank Ashton, Bernie Salazar, and their boys traveled 25 miles out of the madness of the dying, self-
destructive Beast Civilization that all of you represent to me onto my wilderness farm by Braunig Lake
to kick in my door and put their guns to my head (and to my gentle lady, Mary). This, for the “crime”
of possession of my exquisite and beautiful (and prayed-over, supernaturally powerful) marijuana plants
I had growing in my back garden, right in full view, along with my tomatoes and cantaloupes (snitched
off by a meter reader). That Bust threw me from three years of living in the wilderness, undergoing
Spiritual Training, into the darkness of the Bexar County Jail, along with other huge inconveniences too
numerous to mention (but was noted by the supernatural God, -yours and mine), and was the incredibly
harsh way my Master Jesus used to move me back into the city for the next stage of the complex and
thorough Training He has given me, to this day.
I came before you with a hugely complex consciousness that had witnessed (at that point) five full
years of supernatural Training, and had to allow you to threaten me with your police militia, which gives
you your “authority”, here in this “physical” world (as opposed to supernatural, God-given authority,
such as will exist in the judicial Elders in the Kingdom Age just before us). I have prayed a lot toward
all of you, including Mr. Tom Rocha, the “lawyer”/scribe who took $1200 of my money to do nothing
(ironically, the total amount I made that year), using very complex combinations of prayer techniques
from the various major and occult world religions. I have focused this power before upon others, who
acted in similarly barbaric and primitive and evil ways toward me without reason/cause (I rarely give
warranted reason for offense, since my Training began). These inevitably, without exception, have
unpleasant events occur in their lives thereafter, according to my Lord Jesus Laws/Timing. This is the
level of scientifically-amplified Prayer I have focused upon you for some time now, and progressively will
have effects (payback) upon your personal and professional life, no matter your scorn for me and my
People. I am calling, through continued prayer, the supernatural Judgment of God upon you, for your
barbaric label, and treatment, of me as a criminal because I like the Plant. It is the satanic nature of your
culture which has given you your shallow “authority” (before man, not God) which can simultaneously
label as a moral issue what is no more than a difference between our cultures, and then assign to
yourselves the right to use your earthly methods of tyrannical violence against those who disagree with
your premises, and conclusions, about the Plant. THE JUDGMENT OF MY LORD JESUS BE
UPON YOU AND YOUR FAMILY, as an agent, willing or unwilling, of the Satanic World System that
brings our Mother Earth closer to Death, and my Master Jesus’ necessitated physical return (how ironic
that you call us criminals).
In my Master Jesus’ Name and Authority and Power, I demand restitution from you all for this great,
immoral Wrong you have done me (and no doubt countless others) in the putrid name of your “state”
“laws”. The monetary value of my plants, inflated by your satanic agents more than ten times over their
actual value, was placed at $50,000. I demand that amount of you, James Barlow, in Jesus’ Name in the
Power and Authority of the true Judge of righteousness, since you took salary as the representative of the
satanic system that took from me what was mine. I also demand of you the $340 “court and probation
fees” violently assessed against me to pay for the abuse I suffered at the hands of the red-necked, pagan
idiot Verlander, at probation. He has already seen my Prayer in action in his life, and will see more, as
will you (and especially as my Authority in Jesus is increased).
I have also included here, with Hey, Street Freak!, nineteen single-spaced typewritten pages of
quotes by my Master Jesus concerning those in your profession (scribes, Pharisees) who take salary
and support from a satanic system to do harm to others, placing yourself in substitution for the
supernatural Judgment, Intelligence, Grace, and Love of the Living God, Who is (still) Lord Jesus.
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Sincerely,
Edward Eiland
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JUDGE BARLOW’S LETTER (DEAR MR. EILAND . . .
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Three very intense initial post-graduate years of mystical Training ended, ironically, with the Bust of
7-15-77 on the Second Farm: 100 acres of paradise 25 miles south of S.A., way up past a gate on a dead-
end dirt road, right on the S.A. River. A meter reader snitched me off: one plant (of 45 seven-footers)
was a “felony”. After four days in jail (a whole neat story in itself after the brothers found out what I was
in for) I snapped to call Tom, one of the top criminal defense attorneys in the city and to whom I had
apprenticed in paralegal work in graduate school, who said he would have me out the next day (he was
busy with a capital murder case). Though they had valued my 45 plants at $50,000 (the narks must have
weighed the freakin’ dirt: they were just going to bud, and worth maybe a grand, just for the weight),
Tom got me three years’ probation (no piss tests, in those good old days: party on . . .), with Deferred
Adjudication, -wiping the record clean- at the completion of probation. It is, truly, a matter of who you
know. I was brought, cosmically, after a month’s delay, before Judge James Barlow, the “head” judge of
Bexar County, on my birthday. He was a real big guy, looking down from his throne over half-glasses.
It was a brief, arranged meeting: “Just growing your own, huh boy?” “Yessir.” “If I ever see you again
I’ll put you as a farm worker at T.D.C., you understand me?” “Yessir.” “Motion for probation granted.
Get out of my courtroom.” “Yessir. Thank you, sir.” The moment I walked out of his courtroom I
started “messin’ with the law (numerous extremely humorous anecdotes covering many years, covered
in detail in the Book). I should mention that these blatantly insubordinate actions were probably the
result of having read Mark Twain’s adventures of Huckleberry Finn and Tom Sawyer as they traveled the
Mississippi: they made a party out of anything. This is also, I figure, the duty of any true hippie worth
his or her salt.
After, -note, after probation was completed I wrote Barlow a precise letter, Dear James . . . (in the
Book), in which I explained explicitly that his “laws” in this area were not from God and thus were
satanic, and that therefore as a willing representative of the “state” he owed me the following: $50,000:
marijuana confiscated, by his estimate; $1200: lawyer; $354: “court costs”. “Hurry and send it along,
James”, I told him, and signed it, with my address. This letter is what he sent back, and which is
exactly what I wanted, even beyond my wildest expectations. Isn’t it priceless? Please note, especially,
the next-to-last sentence: “The next time you come in conflict with the law we will understand you
better” (translated: We gonna fuck you up, boy!). Isn’t that fine?! The right people all over the world
are gonna get a big kick out of that . . . It turned out, cosmically, that he helped me find my daughter
much later, in ’87, one of the many times that her mother, Cynthia (known henceforth and on a letter
accompanying each and every one of my child support checks as the Psycho Bitch From Hell), had
abducted her or denied me my visitation. God bless him for that (he didn’t recognize me). In retrospect,
he seemed that day like a real decent man, despite our earlier disagreement on this issue. I should also
note here that the two narks who led the raid on my wilderness Farm, Frank Ashton and Bernie Salazar,
were also decent, highly professional and well-meaning individuals as well. No hard feelings: this was
God’s way of moving me back into the big tittie, -oh, I mean city, for the next phase of Training.
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District Court
186th Judicial District Of Texas
Bexar County Courthouse
San Antonio, Texas 78205
February 1, 1984
Sincerely,
James E. Barlow
Judge
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Man, I just had to do this. Nine years after the Bust, the sixth growing season since then (in deep
brush, not in my garden, as was the case on my supposedly-isolated Second Farm), I spent the fourth
year dodging rattlers, coral snakes, and moccasins, and getting bee-, scorpion-, and ant-stung, and sealing
off a state-of-the-art, tree-covered deep-brush marijuana plantation within the city limits of S.A. I closed
off a few trails and made a impenetrable perimeter with thorn brush, created an aqueduct off my spring
right into my plants, worked the soil, but then made a pre-ordained mistake. I took a lady I knew and
(rightfully) trusted out to see the plants. I had created an invisible crawlspace going in to my then-huge
crop of sinsemilla: over 200 seven to ten foot females, leaning over with bud (excuse me while I salivate),
but coming out there was the nark, way over in the brush. He was plainclothes, but he was a nark. He
walked right up, saying he was “just walking in the woods” (sure . . .) and heard us talking. I had made
sure, in selecting the site four years earlier, that I had plenty of tree cover, so they must have found it by
infrared from the air (I’m sure those luscious females made quite a heat imprint, but I hadn’t anticipated
this high-tech intrusion). He started to go down the trail to the plants and I stopped him and explained
that I had built Laura and I a place in there where we went to camp and get away from the world, and
asked him to please respect its privacy, and he went off in another direction. Shit! We went home and I
waited a week to go back out, to check on the status of my beloved females (I had talked to them, caressed
them, prayed over them using a combination of kundalini breathing and several other prayer techniques
every time I came and went for four years).
I had Laura drop me off in a literal deluge, to pick me in exactly two hours. The rest, as they say,
is history (God surely does have a sense of humor). When I crawled in, I found the plastic yellow tape,
Crime Scene: Do Not Cross, stretched across my first few plants. The narks had been out that morning,
and pulled two huge plants, and, because it was pouring down rain, left the rest for me! I picked with
all my expertise for two hours, expecting every moment for them to come crashing through the brush,
and left them nothing but stems, -not a single bud. It got even more intense when it stopped raining for
about twenty minutes (Rain! Rain!). When I came out the crawlspace with about thirty pounds of maybe
twenty varieties of pure bud, I was more animal than human, but still had the presence of mind to grab the
plastic police tape (CRIME SCENE: DO NOT CROSS). I still treasure it, as have a good number of close
friends. Laura was right on time. After a picture at home with me sitting on a tarp on the floor literally
covered with a mountain of individual buds (the long, thick, limbs full of juicy, thick buds were already in
the back room, hung upside down on twine all over the walls and stinking up the entire house), I walked
up to a pay phone and called the S.A. newspaper, the Express-News. I explained to a real cool reporter in
the news room that I had “found a whole bunch of marijuana growing” and exactly where it was (what the
heck). I told him the narks had been there and left their tape, but had not pulled the plants, and didn’t he
think they should have, in case the grower came back. He agreed, hesitated, and then asked me if I had
ever been out there before. That’s when I told him I was the grower, and did he want to make a story out
of it. He was silent for a moment, then laughed hard, and said he’d have to ask his senior editor about this
one. We wished each other a good day (he was still laughing), and that was that.
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Nothing came out in the paper for a couple of weeks, so I sent them, print-free, this letter, a bud as
big as my thumb in a baggie, and the picture, which in turn created the outrageously funny article, Hippie
Tribe Snubs Marijuana Raid, by the same dude I had talked to. The narks denied finding my magnificent
crop, because it embarrassed the hell out of them (I still have the tape: liar, liar, pants on fire ). I’m glad the
same dude got to write the article- he was real cool, and cosmically helped complete this particular cosmic
adventure in messin’ with the law. Again, because I had prayed for protection on my plants coming and
going, and because the manmade “laws” against weed are satanic, God not only preserved my crop but
gave me (us) a hilarious ending to a great growing season, -at their expense. I am also glad, as the article
states, that the narks enjoyed the letter. Hey, no offense, our brothers: this bud’s for you.
I grew some excellent pot in the deep brush of a city forest this year, Pecan Valley area, starting with
700 plants and ending up with almost 250 mature females, six to ten feet tall, of incredible sinsemilla
bud. I harvested during two intense hours of heavy rain, October 23rd, ahead of my timetable (I had
wanted them to mature for at least a couple of more months, until the first hard freezes). The Harvest
occurred because when I went to pull a few buds for myself and some close friends, way back in the
brush, there was a yellow, plastic police ribbon stretched across the final crawlspace going in, saying
(emphatically), Crime Scene: Do Not Cross. Apparently, they had knocked it off from the air, using
infrared.
Cosmically, these guys only took two of my plants (did it taste good?), -larger ones, unfortunately,
and left the rest for me to take home to my Tribe. My thanks, -our thanks- to our narcotics brothers who
do not come out in the rain, and for leaving those plants I worked on for so long (this was my fourth
year out there in the brush). Oh, and for that pretty yellow plastic strip (Crime Scene . . .) that I took
back, for a good laugh among My People.
We want to tell our narcotics brothers that their loss of this excellent weed will in no way increase the
already rapid breakdown of this national and international planetary “civilization”, preceding Lord Jesus’
physical return as Messiah. We are old, hard-working (even spiritual) hippies who don’t do any of the
heavy “drugs” (I have never smoked tobacco, but would not pull a gun on those that do), although we
occasionally use psilocybin and peyote for spiritual Ceremonies, -again, “illegally”, these having angelic,
supernatural Teachers within them.
Enclosed is a picture, print-free, and sample of the Harvest. No offense, our brothers who do not
come out in the rain. This bud’s for you.
Anonymous
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TO THE DEA, BUSH, ETC.: WEED
To The D.E.A., (Bush, Cheney, the F.B.I., D.E.A., state representatives and senators, High Times,
N.O.R.M.L., good friends, etc.): Weed.
This is a relatively recent little something I knew I had to write someday and it finally came through
while I was living in the exquisite little Texas hill country town of Kerrville. This, after the thirty plus
previous years seem to have finally settled down enough (it’s about time) to start doing some serious work
on the Book. I had a lot of fun, deciding who all to send it to, and hope ya’ll like it, as have a lot of my
Tribe here. I had a whole bunch of us, all over the Mother Earth, in mind when I wrote it. Please enjoy.
Kick back. Have a toke. Order a pizza . . .
Edward Eiland
General Delivery
Kerrville, Texas 78028
October 14, 2005
Dear friends,
This is a letter I have been meaning to write for several years now. May you and your staff enjoy it, as
have a great deal of good friends, even though you may not agree with our views.
I got busted for a few marijuana plants on my farm/paradise on the San Antonio River 25 miles
south of town on July 15, 1977. I was renting a two-bedroom, spacious older house on a hill overlooking
a big field bordering my huge river trees, -100 acres- for $75 a month from a real nice, older Mexican
lady. There were no neighbors, arrowheads everywhere, musket balls, old coins (I was right on top of an
ancient village), hawks in the sky, coyote serenades at night with the sky on fire with stars. I was way up
an old dirt road past my gate, so I put a few sprouts (about 45) out in my garden. They were just babies,
about seven feet tall and just going to bud, when a CPS meter reader with a gate key snitched me off,
and I and my gentle lady, Mary, woke up that morning with six guns in our faces (I was unarmed, except
for those very dangerous, man-eating plants). So it’s true: marijuana does cause violence.
Ironically, the Bust capped three years of intense post-graduate spiritual/mystical training in that
idyllic wilderness: seven dreams a night, including clairvoyance, prophecy (I saw the Bust, symbolically,
several months before it happened), angelic and djinn visitations (sometimes with close friends as
witnesses), astral work, etc. But allow me to digress.
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Thank you for taking the time to read this. I hope ya’ll enjoy it as much as we have. Have a toke,
kick back, order a pizza.
God bless,
Ed
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Cc: President George Bush
Vice President Cheney
Drug Enforcement Administration, Texas and Washington, D.C.
F.B.I. (four major offices in Texas, headquarters in Washington D.C.)
About ten Texas State Representatives, plus U.S. Senators
N.O.R.M.L.
High Times
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This is the series of morning devotions I gave to over 100 of the finest men I have ever met at the
Salvation Army A.R.C. in San Antonio. My stay there was a huge and timely blessing, with unlimited
opportunity to heal after more than three decades of hard Training and to focus totally on my Master
Jesus and get a huge amount of the written manuscript on disk. Truly, the Salvation Army is one of the
finest, true representations of what Jesus would call a true church: simultaneously bringing people to
God as well as assisting with their physical, emotional, and mental needs, individually to nationally.
Jesus said, “Faith without works is dead”, and the vast majority of the Latter Day “state”-licensed
denominational “churches” fall far short of these peoples’ good works (and are thus satanic).
Proving God Scientifically, p. 76-77;
101 Things God Can’t Do, p. 77-78;
What Can We Pray For (How Large Can We Pray, And Can God Handle It?), p. 78-81;
The Touch Of The Master’s Hand, p, 81-82.
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open. So you will actually be focusing on two very real dimensions simultaneously, at the same time: this
one, which contains your “physical” body, using your physical senses, and at the same time beyond this
realm DIRECTLY upon the Creator, using your “spiritual” eyes. Again, you don’t have to say anything
to Him right now; you can do that later. For our purposes this morning, just stand before Him for these
few, precious moments, both as individuals and collectively, as a group of spiritual brothers who care
deeply for each other at this Holy Spirit-filled A.R.C. For three breaths, O.K? Let’s do it.
Good. If you did not know it already, you focus simultaneously on God once in a while during
the day, and still keep up with your activities in the physical world, and you will be, progressively,
strengthening your communication and bond with Him the more you practice, and opening yourself
more and more to His will and His perfect plan for your life, and for His ever-increasing blessings on
you and, as you ask Him, for those you love. This is a form of what is called . . . prayer.
Maybe you are aware that there are actually people alive on the earth right now, acting for Satan in
these Last Days (just before nuclear Armageddon and the physical return of Jesus, as Messiah and King),
who want to make God “illegal”. The word atheist breaks down to: a, meaning without, or denying,
and theist, or God. Atheist. Denying God. They don’t want the kids to know that He exists. They have
actually managed to “legally” outlaw Christmas manger scenes of Christ’s birth because it would “offend”
them, as atheists. They have made it “illegal” to display the Ten Commandments in courthouses (where
did our laws come from, anyway?). They have managed to “legally” outlaw prayer in the schools and
in public gatherings. They want us to prove in a defensive way to them “scientifically” that God even
exists, even though true science is no more than man’s attempt to progressively understand the complex
workings of the very universe He created. True science also requires an open mind (which they have
chosen not to have) toward whatever results may occur when an experiment is conducted to test a theory.
So, in closing, let’s do a quick experiment. May I have a voluntary show of hands of anyone here
who has ever seen an answer to prayer, or an act of grace, obvious or subtle, through the hand of God
in the physical events of their lives, or in your thoughts or emotions, in any way, or in the lives of
those you love.
Thank you, brothers. We have just proved, scientifically, that God exists. Amen.
Good morning. On my previous two devotions, when I asked Jesus for ideas He dropped a solid
message on me each time. I wrote them down almost verbatim, word for word from start to finish.
This one came through differently, in bits and pieces, which, as I asked Him, began to come together
into a cohesive unit (just as our lives do, as we learn to turn them over to Him, amen?). The first
devotion was Proving God Scientifically, and for the benefit of the brothers who came in since then,
I’d like to invite everyone to repeat a little exercise we did on that one. Close your eyes and take three
deep, relaxing breaths, without forcing them, focusing on the inhalation and exhalation, and nothing
else, O.K? And just relax. O.K., let’s do it.
Good. Now let’s do it again, but this time place yourself directly in front of your higher power, as
you understand it(A.A. terms), or God. Just stand there, in front of the throne, O.K? You don’t have
to say anything to Him, you can do that later. So all who will, just stand there, and soak up His light.
Atheists, agnostics, I would challenge you to overcome whatever experiences you had in the past to give
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WHAT CAN WE PRAY FOR (HOW LARGE CAN WE PRAY,
AND CAN GOD HANDLE IT?)?
A devotion to be presented on 6-13-06, at the San Antonio Salvation Army A.R.C.
Edward Eiland.
Good morning. I had three possible devotions present themselves as soon as I signed up for today,
but when I made a call to my best buddy and spiritual advisor since 1975, He suggested this one: What
Can We Pray For or How Large Can We Pray, And Can God Handle It?). Asking this Dude for advice, it
turns out, and receiving His loving guidance is not an experience unique to me alone: I have talked with
several good brothers here who have asked Jesus, Who is Lord and the soon-coming Messiah and King of
this planet, for the right devotion and/or help in fine-tuning it, and have found the actual thoughts come
into their minds that are directly from the Creator and Sustainer of the universe. Others of you have seen
obvious responses from Him, and acts of His grace, in other ways. I must admit, when I asked for a show
of hands at my last devotion of anyone who had seen an actual answer to prayer, or an act of grace, from
this supernatural God, I was blown away that almost every hand in the dining room went up. Amen?
I saw my first answer to prayer in 1974. After two academic degrees and eighteen years of education,
it totally shattered my culturally-imposed ideas of what constitutes “reality”, namely, that there is a
supernatural aspect to our beings, -each and every one of us- in addition to our “physical” existence,
and that this dimension is only a minute part of the hugeness of what we are, as sons of an infinite
Father. You may know that a hologram is an image of light, such as those that were created by futuristic
technology in the movie Star Wars. What you may not know is that through advances in modern physics
scientists have broken down particles of matter into smaller and smaller units, way smaller than atoms
into sub-atomic particles, until they have found out that we are not made of matter, but of energy,
or light, shaped into what we interpret as “physical” matter. Brothers, we are holographic, (multi-
dimensional) images, or emanations, of Divine Light, originating directly from the Source, Who explores
Himself through each and every one of us as we, through His Grace, and the example He set by coming
to walk among us, find our way back to Oneness with His will and His eternal spiritual Laws. We are,
indeed, literally, made in His image.
This supernatural Aspect of ourselves is what we engage, and progressively strengthen, just like a
physical muscle, when we pray, or, as I have heard it, become co-creators with God. Oh, and once made
aware of this talent, you have the very heavy responsibility to use it for the good of all mankind. This is
especially true in these Last Days, to counteract and aggressively attack Satan as he becomes fully active
here, full of wrath, knowing he has little time left before the return of the Messiah, Jesus.
Some scriptural references to prayer:
Mat 6:33 But seek first the kingdom of God and his righteousness, and all these things will be added
to you.
Heb 11:1 Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.
Mat 17:20 For truly, I say to you, if you have faith like a grain of mustard seed, you will say to this
mountain, ‘Move from here to there,’ and it will move, and nothing will be impossible for you.”
Mat 21:22 And whatever you ask in prayer, you will receive, if you have faith.”
Mar 11:24 Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it
will be yours.
Joh 14:12 Truly, truly, I say to you, whoever believes in me will also do the works that I do; and
greater works than these will he do, because I am going to the Father.
Joh 14:13 Whatever you ask in my name, this I will do, that the Father may be glorified in the Son.
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who are in physical combat with the armies of Satan, anywhere on this planet, and total victory in Jesus’
Name and in the power and ferocity of His largest Warrior Angels. Amen.
We ask, and affirm in Jesus’ Name, that all needs will be met for all those on the planet that are in
want: shelter, clothing, food, clean water, freedom from war, and perfect health and freedom from all
diseases, including addiction, and for an overflowing of blessings upon those organizations that help
those in need. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.
And lastly:
We claim this planet and all its peoples, and all of Nature, in Jesus’ Name and Authority, and in so
doing we affirm, boldly and aggressively, the birth of the prophesied Kingdom Age, through the return
of Messiah Jesus and the Angelic Hosts in power and ferocity and glory. Amen.
Thank you, brothers. Now we know what Paul meant when he said, Pray without ceasing.
Have a blessed day, literally.
Good morning. Has anyone talked to Jesus yet today? Amen. Today is June 27, 2006, a day closer to the
fulfillment of a few remaining prophesies, including the two Witnesses and nuclear Armageddon, and
then the physical return of the Messiah. I thought ya’ll would like this: this is one of those little handouts
you get on the street, and it is about us, here at the A.R.C.
As a bunch of us know, probably a majority, we here are living proof of God’s love, and what can happen
when people follow God’s Laws, regarding physical, mental, and spiritual health, such as we do here
through the guidelines and the necessary hard love of those in Godly authority over us here at our
A.R.C. Take a bunch of guys like us who have problems with chemical dependency, and who have been
severely bruised and battered, by our own actions as well as by the world: relationships, finances, the
legal system, and perhaps held back from our walk with God by the lukewarm, spiritually-dead, and thus
satanic Latter Day “churches” which, in whatever way, did not teach us earlier about God’s love, and to
seek the Lord directly and the help He offers at the moment we ask for it. Bring them in here for awhile,
and then witness the healing that occurs, on all levels, and how radiant and joyful they become, and the
brotherhood that is so obvious among us here, in that rebirth. And, as the Word and, recently, Captain
reminded us, once we know and accept Him and allow Him to work in us and through us, we are new
creatures, -born again, and no longer needing to see ourselves as the world, and those around us, and
ourselves, have defined us, in the past. We have become the Children of Light, sons of a supernatural,
loving God, Who only asks for our love in return.
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That was written by a lady named Myra Brooks. So let us go forth this day, and every day, knowing that
we are so loved by the Creator of the universe that He chose to come walk among us, to do the work on
the cross for our salvation, and is available now for us to address personally, instantly, throughout the day,
as our very best friend. He is also there to lead us to complete healing of, and control over, addiction, praise
God, and to be witnesses, -living proof and testimony for others, of the power of His love.
Pray for those still out on the street, and have a blessed day. Amen.
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A CHRISTIAN ADAPTATION OF THE NICHIREN SHOSHU BUDDHIST
PRAYER CONSIDERATIONS*
Edward C. Eiland, Jr.
*Nichiren Shoshu is an international Buddhist organization (home temple in Japan) which makes
use of a prayer technique given by a great Teacher, Nichiren Daishonin, in the twelfth century. The
prayer, consisting of three segments, is at once a passionate acknowledgment of the expansive grandeur
and fullness, and the power and love of God, and an affirmation and exposition of His eternal Spiritual
Laws that govern Creation/Manifestation in the various worlds and dimensions that are contained within
His Being. The exquisitely beautiful prayer-chant (in Japanese, yet our higher spirit, Which is God,
speaks and understands all languages) and the very powerful prayer-visualizations held at the end of each
of the five recitations are very powerful. The five prayer-visualizations are, approximately:
an affirmation and claim of the protection of God;
a formal acknowledgment of, and obeisance before, the magnitude and beauty of the
one God, the Creator of all manifested and non-manifest Light-forms;
a prayer for the true Priests, the Keepers of the Temple, past, present, and future;
two parts: a meditation/supplication for attainment of Divine Harmony between all of
mankind and all life forms within Nature and with the Angelic hosts, and for
supernatural Oneness with the Holy Spirit;
two parts: for the uplifting and quickening of the Spirit in all sentient light-beings, and
for the onset of the Kingdom Age and world peace.
An edited representation of the Truths contained within the full prayer is found in the prayer-
affirmation, Nam Myoho Renge Kyo (nam-meoho-renga-keo), which can be chanted verbally or
mentally, whenever the practitioner may wish, aside from the formal ceremony. Nam Myoho Renge Kyo
holds very complex and precise metaphysical conceptualizations of the relationship between God and the
pilgrim who would approach Him. Roughly translated, these words become:
Nam: Devotion, aspiration and attunement toward, love for;
Myoho: God, the infinite Being Who is at once Participant and Sustainer of the
Creation, -all forms being contained within His Being;
Renge: The Divine Law of cause and effect, by which all of the Creation is
governed, through physical, mental, emotional, psychic, and spiritual catalyst (a
being having the Divine choice of obeying or disregarding such Laws and
experiencing the manifestations thereof;
Kyo: Vibration, the medium through which the Word becomes form.
A composite explanation of this abbreviated prayer thus becomes an expression of devotion and
a complete desire to grow into Perfection in God (our Divine heritage), through the learning and
spiritual use of our God-powers and the Laws which govern the Creation of all Existence, natural
and supernatural.
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Selfless service to all of humankind, and to all the brethren of the Mother Earth;
Eternal closeness for myself and my people with the Angelic Teachers, the Brethren of Nature, visible and
invisible, and the Messiah, forever.
In Jesus’ Name and Authority, and the Power of the Christ Spirit, Sat Nam! So Mote It Be!
Third Prayer (acknowledgment of the Angel Teachers, Jesus, and the Brethren of the Nature Kingdoms).
With psychic gaze turned upward, in the heavens: I affirm thankfulness for the closeness of the
Teachers, and of the Messiah, and of the Nature Teachers, to myself and unto all whom I love, unto the
peripheries of my consciousness, and progressively beyond, unto the Mother Earth.
(Optional: a total-involvement technique, with enhancement of the kundalini force) With arms
lifted upward, on inhalation, psychically grasp and lift oneself and all peoples and beings forcefully
upward, into the heavenly realms. On exhalation, fixate the hologram by “bearing down” with one’s will,
holding the visualization of upwardness and proximity to the Throne of God.
Then, bending and lowering the arms, with palms by the shoulders facing forward, directing the
psychic gaze unto this realm while holding the upward gaze, and closeness of the heavens and the Masters:
I affirm kinship with, and closeness to, my Family: the beings of the animal, plant, and mineral
Kingdoms, and their archetypal correspondences beyond the physical realm, and unto the spirits of the
air, of fire, of the waters, and of the lands, I affirm love, respect, and perfect harmony between these
Kingdoms, the Kingdom of man, and the Angelic realms, for all of eternity; absolute and complete
Divine protection from the destructive aspects of consciousness be unto thee, Brethren, and thy Families.
Peace be unto you, and profusity of the Life-Spirit; vitality, fertility, abundance unto thee, in Jesus’ Name
and Power. We are One. We are One. We are One. Sat Nam!
(Optional) My fierce and magnificent Brethren of Nature, here and the Large Ones beyond: Destroy
those who would contribute death to your kind. Drive them hence forever! Destroy them! Destroy them!
Destroy them! Sat Nam! Sat Nam! Sat Nam!
Fourth Prayer (two parts: meditation for attainment of Divine Harmony with all Life, and realization and
experience of the Oneness).
1. I affirm that I shall attain the Kosen-rufu, Divine Harmony with all Life, in this incarnation.
Technique: For nine breath cycles (or as one wishes), with inhalation, focus on expansion into
the Universal Being, dissolving and dissipating all individual limitations, boundaries, and
conceptualizations, until one becomes merely the concept of expansion (do this as gently and with
love as possible, as one is touching the Entirety of the Being here in a cumulatively powerful way,
and it will be returned); with the exhalation, relax and let the uni-verse (one song) flow into oneself,
-no boundaries, completely open to spiritual beauty and power; again, without cognizance of one’s
“individuality”, becoming merely a gentle conceptual movement of relaxation and openness.
2. I affirm Oneness with all Life.Technique: Psychically encompass the Fullness of God by listing/
reviewing all the aspects of His Consciousness with the affirmation/conceptualization, This is
God. Repeat mentally, and psychically hold each aspect with appropriate holographic images (as
one wishes):
the physical world: this is God;
the physical body: this is God;
all thought is God;
all perception is God;
all emotion is God;
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After one has attained a satisfactory level of God-consciousness, the words, God is All, are repeated
gently for as long as may be wished, while maintaining a balanced equilibrium/focus. If attention is
drawn, as by habit, to any one aspect of God, the words, This is God, may be used softly toward that
aspect, and one returns into the words, God is All, and the ongoing experience of psychedelic, omni-
directional holographic consciousness. As one attains proficiency immersion into the Oneness, all words
may be dropped, and for nine breaths (or however long) one remains balanced precisely in the state of
God-consciousness, with progressively powerful effects upon the entire Being.
Fifth Prayer (two parts: for the spiritual upliftment and quickening of all Sentient Light-Beings
and the onset of the Kingdom Age, and to quicken the physical return of King Jesus and His Angelic
Warriors, -the prerequisite for the total severing of Satan’s hold on the Mother Earth).
1. I affirm to all beings here (arms outstretched laterally, palms outward), to the peripheries of my own
consciousness and progressively beyond, unto the Mother Earth: perfect peace, harmony,
abundance, and the attainment of the Christ-Consciousness in all beings; perfect health, Divine
understanding of all Law, physical, mental, psychic, and spiritual, and living in attunement thereof;
Oneness in the fellowship of the Christ Spirit, all eyes focused upon the Messiah, upon the Throne
of God. Sat Nam! So Mote It Be!
I claim all beings here in the Name and Power of Jesus: all peoples and all generations to come, the
Brethren of the animal, plant, and mineral Kingdoms, and the spirits of the land, of the waters, of the
air, and of fire, do I claim to the use of the Christ Spirit. Sat Nam!
I claim all political systems in the Name and Power of Jesus and the Christ Spirit.
I claim all military systems, and all weaponry, in the Name and Power of Jesus and the Christ Spirit.
I claim all educational systems in the Name and Power of Jesus and the Christ Spirit.
I claim all communication systems in the Name and Power of Jesus and the Christ Spirit.
I claim all the resources of the Mother Earth in the Name and Power of Jesus and the Christ Spirit.
Sat Nam! So Mote It Be!
(Optional) One may claim, and hold before the Throne of God in holographic prayer, individuals,
races, nations, continents, cities, wildernesses, oceans, species of plant or animal, individual leaders,
channels for Good or evil, in the Name and Power and Authority of the Lord. Prayer that is focused,
efficient, scientific, and passionate progressively creates more powerful holograms (possible targets: our
beloved United States Of America, Great Britain, Russia and her satellites, Asia, Europe, China, Africa,
South and Central America, Australia, etc., Reagan, Begin, Schmidt, Arafat, Khadafi, Breznev, Amin,
Ian Smith, Castro, the Pope, the various military juntas, all terrorists, all torturers, all politicians, all
corporate executives and bankers, all members of judicial bodies, all church leaders and all faiths, all
military leaders, those who poison the ecosystems, all nuclear reactors, all machines, all those who work
for the various aspects of the Beast System. One may of course hold oneself and their loved ones, the
children of the world, the unborn facing possible abortion, those who hunger (physically, mentally, or
spiritually), those Chosen as catalysts for the birth of the Kingdom Age, etc., before the Lord Jesus, for
His protection and healing to come upon them.
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Sat Nam!
8/78 Revised 2-21-82
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The following is a formal prayer technique involving a combination of the use of kundalini yoga
fire-breathing and holographic visualizations, with Lord Jesus as the Source of the power involved. This
technique evolved from the earlier prayer sequence explained in the thesis, A Christian Adaptation Of
The Japanese Buddhist Nichiren Shoshu Prayer Considerations, explained in principle in the paper, Hey,
Street Freak!
According to the occult science of Numerology, mentioned in the Bible, the 3-digit number
corresponding to Jesus is 333: the spiritual number 3 taken to its own triad (the number 666, for Satan,
being better known: 6, the number of man, taken 3 times; or, man making himself god). Thus, there
are 9 major prayer categories (3x3), each with 3 subcategories, covering, roughly, the self and immediate
Family, all else within range or experience of one’s individual consciousness, then to planetary and
universal levels.
The prayer is formally opened with 9 focused breaths to Lord Jesus, Who is God and Messiah,
placed directly (dimensionally or holographically, -see Hey, Street Freak!) before the practitioner, upon
the Throne of God. Then the categories are begun.
Part I: Focusing Lord Jesus from a personal to Tribal to omnidirectional capacity.
Categories: With Lord Jesus before you, perform 33 Fire Breaths toward:
1. Oneself and immediate Family/loved ones;
2. All else within your individual consciousness: friends, adversaries, Tribe, prayer projects,
corresponding angelic, once-mortal, and Nature spirits within the astral and angelic realms; and
3. Toward a planetary and universal level, encompassing the Totality of God’s Creation.
Part II: Focus upon Mary (Miriam, in Her native Hebrew tongue), Who is Jesus’ Divine Opposite, or Soul
Mate (They were Adam and Eve, in the Garden), and Who is the highest representation of the Female
Goddess, and repeat the same categories as in Part I, to Jesus.
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Part V: Focus upon Lord Jesus/Lady Miriam and the supernatural brethren of Nature and breathe power:
1. Toward one’s home;
2. Toward the homes of all within your individual consciousness, of your human
and Nature families;
3. Toward the homes of all of the Family of God, human and Nature, upon the Mother Earth.
Part VI: Focus upon Lord Jesus/Lady Miriam and the supernatural brethren of Nature
and breathe power:
1. Toward all sustenance (daily bread/blessings) necessary for the physical existence of oneself and
one’s close Family;
2. Toward the sustenance necessary for the existence of all within one’s consciousness, of both the
human and Nature Families; and
3. Toward the sustenance necessary for the existence of all on the Mother Earth, of both the human
and Nature Families.
Part VII: Focus upon Lord Jesus, the Supreme Warrior and Judge of the Mother Earth, His hosts of
Angelic Warriors, and upon the fierce supernatural brethren of Nature, and breathe Judgment, power,
destruction:
1. Toward one’s unrepentant adversaries;
2. Toward any adversaries of those you love, human and in Nature;
3. Toward all future adversaries.
Part VIII: Focus upon Lord Jesus/Lady Miriam, and breathe Their power directly at Satan and his/her
human and demonic channels:
1. Within the environment of oneself and one’s immediate loved ones, human and Nature;
2. Toward the total environment of one’s individual and Tribal consciousness, human and Nature;
3. On a planetary level.
Part IX: Focus upon Lord Jesus/Lady Miriam, and the Nature brethren, and breathe power and authority
aggressively toward all oncoming events forming in the future:
1. For oneself and close Family, human and Nature;
2. Toward the entirety of the environment of one’s individual consciousness:
3. Toward the entirety of the Mother Earth and all Light-forms that share Her life-force.
End the prayer sequence with 9 breaths, affirming and bearing down on the closeness with Lord Jesus and
Lady Miriam and giving thanks for His/Her presence, grace, love, and power.
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I.R.S.
Re: Letter of 4-5-97
Dear I.R.S.,
I received your letter this Friday, concerning my failure to file “returns” with your agency. I have
enclosed a Xerox of the article in the San Antonio Express-News in which I declared my sovereignty,
and thus immunity, from your “laws” and your entire Latter Day, satanic “legal” system ( ) for spiritual
purposes, and under guidance from my Master Jesus.
I shall enclose the letter I sent several times to the Social Security Administration and the I.R.S.
(with no reply), demanding the return of all monies these people have seized from me in my lifetime,
because nuclear Armageddon and the physical return of my Master will occur soon, -well before I can be
compensated my “benefits”. I shall never again willingly cooperate with your system or the other systems
of this evil, Latter Day government, and I deny you the right to garnish my wages, or penalize me in any
other way, as you claim the “authority” to do under your atheistic/secular humanistic/satanic logic.
You would do well to change jobs, my friend. In this case, you are acting as an instrument of
Satan, through a Latter Day, satanic, “legal”/governmental Beast system. And you are doing so against
a spiritual man, and unfortunately one who is highly trained in the power of Prayer, through many
different Paths. I shall use my own practices, and pray that my Master Jesus bring against you, and your
family, a curse, if you take further part in this, being forewarned. I am tired of what you people are doing
to our nation on behalf of the Devil, and do not have to know you personally, -as is the nature of the
supernatural power of Prayer, to call Judgment upon you (and your family).
You should change jobs, my friend. May God richly bless you and yours, for your actions henceforth.
Sincerely,
Ed
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These are some of the Letters To The Editor, here in my hometown of San Antonio over the years.
Some were published, some I have no idea, and the rest were created for what I would like to call
Zen exercise: Creating as best as one can, but without regards for their outcome. Several, I admit I
knew would be in a book, someday, (this little book, obviously), and a couple of others I will repeat
here, since they started at as a LTE and turned into something a lot more powerful: the IMMUNITY
LETTER (see p. 36), THIS BUD’S FOR YOU (p. 72), and the ANTI-ABORTION REJECTION
LETTER ( p. 52-53).
Our prophets left for us the Knowledge that Armageddon is to occur from a dispute over the Holy
Land, Israel, which will grow to planetary destruction. The seven-year period preceding this finale will
see the air darkened (polluted) so that the sun can scarcely be seen, the continental and oceanic waters
poisoned and devoid of life, and worldwide chaos, suffering, and death.
Spiritual Law is precise, and as a man thinketh spiritually, so does he form his environment around
him, -whether on an individual, group, or planetary basis. It seems the infinite God has ordained that
Satan gain control of the major planetary institutions and systems, to eventually show everyone, the
ignorant and faithful, the importance of the true Messiah in the Scheme of things.
If “our” super-rich, the (politicians, corporate magnates, etc.) and military leaders were genuinely
spiritual people, speaking often from the heart, and in humility, to the Master, and if they were
genuinely open to His Word, it seems things would be going differently. But they are not, in large. To
be sure, control of man’s monetary system will keep such people isolated from the suffering they will
have created by their misuses of power, maybe almost to the End. When this pope (who wants to unite
the religions) or the next, and his buddy, the Antichrist, show some impressive displays of supernatural
power someday, and the latter announces himself, in humility, to have the Answers, probably a lot of
people are gonna forget that Jesus is the Messiah.
These kinds will have a hard time answering questions at the second Light show, which is not going
to be manmade.
Edward Eiland
12-11-79
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Speaking Out
The San Antonio Light
No matter who wins the presidency, it is obvious that the American people are the losers.
Incompetence versus antiquity and simplistic naiveté.
The planet belongs to everyone now: perhaps a council of priests (according to Biblical principles),
trained in the world religions and spiritual Law, anointed by the supernatural consciousness of the Holy
Spirit and under the direct guidance of Master Jesus, the Messiah, and with a view toward the Latter
Days (which are close) could turn aside the immensity of what approaches us. Unfortunately, the satanic
momentum of the planetary Family will lead us into such divinely pre-Ordained Times. The pure Spirit
of God is into experiencing the maximum though us, it seems.
And too few know it, thanks to the emptiness of the “modern” “church” (the Great Harlot of
Revelation). These are the casualties of the institutionalized and professionalized priesthoods.
Edward Eiland
6-80
Our supernatural God, through the Old Testament prophets and Jesus Himself, states without
question that there is to be a nuclear war, a World War III. Man must be allowed to turn his god,
technology, against himself as a species, and against manmade systems of economics, politics,
government, education, justice, religion and so on that for so long now have progressively ignored/
violated eternal, supernatural Spiritual Laws. Babylon, the great city, -these artificial, atheistic systems
based on secular humanism, will destroyed in one hour, it says, and the “merchants” who brought it
about, the rich, greedy, powerful, will stand afar off and beat their breasts. Thus the great wrath of the
supernatural God Who formed this world will be demonstrated, as an example for the generations who
follow us, and who must rebuild the earth under Jesus’ Kingship.
I thought The Day After was a realistic film, to a degree. The “ah, they won’t really push The Button”
mentality that existed, and will in reality exist, right up to when the “government”-salaried men release the
missiles, the hugeness of the weapons in action, the aftermath of destruction, death, and suffering. I foresaw
that since T.V. concocted the film, it would not include Jesus’ supernatural return as Messiah (as He said, to
prevent all life from being lost), and I was right. Nor did it mention the Glorified Bodies, -bodies of Light
such as Jesus had after the Resurrection- that true believers will assume, upon His return. The closest that
the film came to these truths was a ragged, confused state “priest” (Pharisee) forcing himself to give thanks
to an unknown god who had let such a thing happen for an unknown reason.
In (again, consistently) denying Jesus at this late hour, these T.V. people commit blasphemy, and give
our children and the faithless no reason for hope.
Ed Eiland, Jr.
11-22-83
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I grew some excellent pot in the deep brush of a city forest this year, Pecan Valley area, starting
with 700 plants and ending up with almost 250 mature females, six to ten feet tall, of incredible
sinsemilla bud. I harvested during two intense hours of heavy rain, October 23rd, ahead of my
timetable (I had wanted them to mature for at least a couple of more months, until the first hard
freezes). The Harvest occurred because when I went to pull a few buds for myself and some close
friends, way back in the brush, there was a yellow, plastic police ribbon stretched across the final
crawlspace going in, saying (emphatically), Crime Scene: Do Not Cross. Apparently, they had
knocked it off from the air, using infrared.
Cosmically, these guys only took two of my plants (did it taste good?), -larger ones, unfortunately,
and left the rest for me to take home to my Tribe. My thanks, -our thanks- to our narcotics brothers who
do not come out in the rain, and for leaving those plants I worked on for so long (this was my fourth
year out there in the brush). Oh, and for that pretty yellow plastic strip (Crime Scene . . .) that I took
back, for a good laugh among My People.
We want to tell our narcotics brothers that their loss of this excellent weed will in no way increase the
already rapid breakdown of this national and international planetary “civilization”, preceding Lord Jesus’
physical return as Messiah. We are old, hard-working (even spiritual) hippies who don’t do any of the
heavy “drugs” (I have never smoked tobacco, but would not pull a gun on those that do), although we
occasionally use psilocybin and peyote for spiritual Ceremonies, -again, “illegally”, these having angelic,
supernatural Teachers within them.
Enclosed is a picture, print-free, and sample of the Harvest. No offense, our brothers who do not
come out in the rain. This bud’s for you.
Anonymous
Thank you again, the 80-plus souls who spent their entire Tuesday, 2-10-87, in Judge Machado’s
227th Court, only to have the first degree felony (aggravated robbery), carrying 5-99 years, virtually
dismissed through plea bargaining. My young assailant, already on parole for a federal felony, brought
two would-be killers to my front porch on the evening of 9-27-86, and pulled a gun: your money!”
Another pushed a. 357 into my head as the third stabbed me deep twice with a butcher knife, the second
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Edward Eiland
2-11-87
From a spiritual standpoint, the most catastrophic event of our city’s history rapidly approaches. One
of the most satanic men on the earth will be allowed within our “gates”, -even welcomed with open arms
by many genuinely spiritual, well-meaning brethren. How ironic that he comes in the guise of a holy man,
Lord Jesus’ supposed sole representative on our planet. I speak of course of the head Pharisee, the poop;
oh, I mean pope.
Catholics are the most spiritual people, poop-worship aside, I have met in fifteen years of Anointed
study of world religions, cults, and the supernatural, yet they are being misled, as Prophesied. His words are
sweet, even noble, as are his efforts to combine the diverse religions into one System (under his leadership),
prior to the pre-ordained Latter Days/nuclear Armageddon, guaranteed by Jesus to happen. Surely this
visit will have many negative supernatural effects upon our city, and upon pilgrims who worship him (and
therefore his master, the Dark One).
Some words from the supernatural God concerning poop-worship: Matthew 23: 8-10, 13: But be
ye not called Rabbi: for one is your Master, even Christ: and all ye are brethren. And call no man your
father upon the earth: for one is your Father, which is in heaven. Neither be ye called masters: for one is
your Master, even Christ. But woe unto you, scribes (lawyers) and Pharisees (priests of the Beast system),
hypocrites! for ye shut up the kingdom of heaven against men: for ye neither go in yourselves, neither
suffer ye them that are entering to go in.
For the poops/Oral Roberts/Bakkers of these Times: Matthew 23: 32: Ye serpents, ye generation of
vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?
Edward Eiland
8-1-87
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I just finished reading with stunned amazement and outrage a Tuesday Express-News article by
Ginger Hall: “N.S.D. to map out policy on religious activities”. It seems the national trend to twist
man’s “laws” (as opposed to God’s Laws, as in the murder of unborn children) and satanic, secular
“legality” to rationalize the outlawing of manger scenes, or of any acknowledgment of Him in the
public schools, has entered San Antonio. Two Christian sisters at Clark High School were not allowed
to sing a song in the talent show that made reference to Jesus, our Lord and Savior, by His Name, to
avoid “offending” certain groups.
Born-again Christians in S.A. should take serious note of this phenomenon as a direct result of
supernatural satanic intelligence, acting “legally” through human channels, and within the context of the
pain, suffering, and darkness Satan in inflicting in progressively larger ways upon Earth and its peoples in
these Last Days, preceding Armageddon and Jesus’ fierce physical return as Messiah and King.
Those “offended” by His Name/Authority consistently include agnostics, atheists, and certain of the
tribe of Judah, whose ancestors had Him murdered “legally” and mocked that His holy blood be upon
them and their succeeding generations (the latter were scattered to all the earth after His resurrection and
ascension, only to be “regathered”, May 14, 1948, as a prophetic prelude and catalyst for Armageddon
and His dimensional re-emergence). How harmful of these unbelievers (some of whom shall be yet,
perhaps, be saved, as all, by grace) to deny the young access to He Who is the supernatural God,
-simultaneously Father, Son, and Holy Spirit- in these late Times.
May these two young female spiritual Warriors and their parents be richly blessed for their witness,
in Jesus’ Name.
Edward Eiland
1-26-88
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I recently read a letter by L. Herlocker entitled, God’s abortion views unknown. This was answered
well by a Ms. Genevieve Fox, who quoted Proverbs 6: 16-17, but I also feel led to respond. First, to
recall another Bible quote, straight from the supernatural God, speaking through man. This is the
commandment, Thou shalt not kill, which, before it was translated from the original Hebrew into
Greek and Latin into English, read, Thou shalt not murder. Some killing is necessary and sanctioned by
God (Lord Jesus) for the sake of righteousness, whether it be the ancient Hebrews or our own warriors,
young and old, who have taken life to defend our nation and oppressed peoples in other countries. But
killing an unborn baby?! Because it has been “legally” sanctioned by the “supreme” court and is now
expedient and medically convenient for those desiring the right to murder, -oh, I mean the right to
“choose”?! There is a higher Court being ignored here, -a supernatural one, and a fierce and inescapable
Court: one which those who gave satanic sanction in Roe vs. Wade (“legalizing” abortion) and all who
have murdered their children “legally” since then shall stand before someday (if not already). I saw a
courageous banner in a recent Mother’s Day parade: Abortion: A Satanic Rite.
Regarding L.’s statement that noone can talk to God directly: she is dreadfully misinformed, perhaps
for membership in one of the spiritually-dead “churches” that so predominate in these late Times.
Anyone can speak directly to Lord Jesus, Who is the eternal King of the earth (temporary systems and
many “leaders” being of the Beast) and Who is soon to will His own dimensional re-emergence. She, as
others, have missed the point of His resurrection, ascension, Authority, and eternal closeness.
Edward Eiland
I am now 41, with two degrees and eighteen years of street experience, and have intensely followed
local/national/international events for twenty-four years, including supernatural training through the
Holy Spirit since 1972 (Whom I met in 1975 as Lord Jesus, the true King of this earth and soon-coming
Messiah). I have watched, with Guidance, the increasing contrast between eternal Spiritual Laws and
manmade “laws” created by scribes/Pharisees (humanistic lawyers, judges, politicians) to twist God’s
Laws for their own purposes, all over this planet, in serving Satan. I have watched the poor become
poorer as the rich are richer, through “legal” manipulations (recently our “leaders” subtly gave themselves
a raise from $89,500 a year to $120,700, bribes aside, while the minimum wage remains at $3.35). I
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Sincerely, Ed
12-29-89
Printed 1-4-90 with the title, Immunity claimed, in Jesus’ Name
Through the grace of my best friend and Savior, Jesus, I became involved with an exquisite group
of (non-violent) born-again saints whom He has called to protest against the satanic ritual of “legalized”
murder of the unborn through abortion. About twenty to thirty of various denominations visit
throughout Saturday morning in prayerful vigil at a site of such satanic abomination called Reproductive
Services, at Evers and Joiner roads, just north of Loop 410 (there are others). The responses from
motorists, (mostly) positive, negative, and apathetic, are a learning experience. Around ten or more
children are destroyed here each Saturday, and daily through the week.
The Spirit has, perhaps, prompted me to challenge all the (state-licensed) “churches” of my
hometown San Antonio: WHY IN THE WORLD are there so few Christians out there on Saturday?!
The sidewalks and streets should be lined with true believers! This satanic ritual is so unimaginably
repugnant to the living God who formed these helpless unborns, yet you collectively acquiesce to this
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Edward Eiland
7-9-96
*These were added, tongue-in-cheek, to a “revised”, second submission of the above thesis upon
receipt of the handwritten letter from the Editor of the Express-News, Bob Richter, that the letter would
“offend” “Muslims, Jews, Buddhists, what have you” (ATHEISTS BE DAMNED).
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243 Teresa
San Antonio, Texas
February 21, 1999
Bill Waldrop
Letters To The Editor
Express-News
After graduating as an honor student at Robert E. Lee here in San Antonio (top 2%), I attended
U.T. Austin (Psychology, ’67 to ’71) and discovered Buddhism. During my graduate work at Our Lady
Of The Lake University, S.A., this interest became a (pre-destined) total immersion into all religions,
mysticism, and shamanism. By “coincidence”, I also established wholesale contacts for high-quality
marijuana and pure mescaline crystal (from the holy peyote cactus) and experimented, indiscreetly,
without protection, with progressively deeper levels of altered states.
My initial encounters with very dangerous supernatural beings, -good, then evil, began disastrously
in October, 1972, then continued three intense years in post-graduate wilderness seclusion, where I also
learned that Jesus is (still) Messiah and soon-coming King, after nuclear Armageddon (my uses of power
techniques for both shamanism and global intercessory prayer matured there and ever since then, under
His guidance).
I have news articles going way back of national and international events carrying us into the
prophesied Last Days, but lately have become highly interested in various foreign economic collapses, the
rise of the Euro and I.M.F., and our obvious proximity to a one-world economy/government (Antichrist
shall no doubt be a brilliant and charismatic economist/politician; the False Prophet will of course be
the poop, -oh, I mean pope, of those Times). My dismay is this: my best prayers are in the deep brush,
being shaman since my birth, but I worry about those who worship in buildings, in the cities. Your
state-licensed “priests” are not preparing the flocks for the immensity and finality of Armageddon and
Jesus fierce Return. Are the faithful, -the “very elect”- still considering their children’s futures that will
never occur, well-earned retirements they will never enjoy, dreams that will never be realized, through the
cumulative spiritual blindness and idiocies being committed now by our well-fed “leaders”?
Your “priests” are not preparing you.
I would like to share a very special anniversary with my fellow San Antonians (I am a native, raised
in pre-410 Castle Hills when it was dirt roads and woods). On July 15, 1977, six armed men burst into
my farmhouse, -a 100 acre Eden on the S.A. River behind Braunig Lake, ‘way up a dirt road (arrowheads
everywhere, hawks overhead, coyote serenades at night, etc.). I had a few marijuana plants in my garden,
-a CPS meter reader snitched me off- and just one was a FELONY, effectively ending my entire fledgling
professional career (B.A. in Psychology, Master’s Degree in Social Work, specializing in abused and
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With so much evil being progressively committed in the name of “religion”, I got a wild hair and
wrote this as a brief, primitive attempt to clarify, as many of you good people already know, that we are
all children of the same God. I e-mailed it to a bunch of major newspapers nationally as a Zen ceremony,
not caring if any of them printed it and knowing that it would be in the Book someday nonetheless. I
have a deep, long-term hunger, as others on both sides of the Force, to help bring (especially) Christians
and Muslims together, especially after my Islamic Sufi training regarding the proximity of God, and
being blessed to read the love letters to God from Rumi, and the works of the great Teachers, Pir Vilayat
Khan and Hazrat Inayat Khan, all of which is from God. La illaha illa Allah: There is no God but God.
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Edward Eiland
12-23-04
So now the “pope” owns God (POPE DEFINES ‘TRUE’ CHURCH). I didn’t know that. And here
I have seen prayers answered since 1974, when I began to focus directly upon my Lord Jesus, without
need of building, ritual, or the artificial rules mandated by a self-appointed, false priestcraft (I prefer
pristine wilderness as my cathedral).
Several scriptures leap immediately to mind, including Jesus’ thoughts on such men in His day
(the Pharisees):
Matthew 23: 8-10, 13, 32:
“But be ye not called rabbi: for one is your Master, even Christ: and all ye are brethren. And call no
man your father upon the earth, for one is your Father, which is in heaven. Neither be ye called Masters:
for one is your Master, even Christ. But woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! For ye shut
up the kingdom of heaven against men: for ye neither go in yourselves, neither suffer ye them that are
entering to go in. Ye serpents, ye generation of vipers, how can ye escape the damnation of hell?”
Oh, and from the book, Revelation Illustrated And Made Simple, by Tim LaHaye (co-author of the
Left Behind series:
“Actually, Rome is more dangerous than no religion because she substitutes religion for truth. Man
would be better off with his God-given desire for truth unfulfilled that he may seek after Him. Rome’s
false religion too often gives man a false security that keeps him from seeking salvation freely by faith.
Rome is also dangerous because some of her doctrines are pseudo-Christian. For example, she believes
properly about the personal deity of Christ but errs in adding Babylonian mysticism in many forms and
salvation by works” (p. 232).
True believers should be especially cautious about being influenced by any involvement from this time
forward with this deluded, egomaniacal man (as in human being) or his “priesthood”. Students of the
Biblical prophecies concerning the False Prophet of the Last Days: watch this guy carefully from now on.
Ed Eiland, Jr.
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Bernadine,
Have you recently beaten the holy living shit out of any helpless young boys unlucky enough to be
dependent upon a creature such as you for his existence?! -Savage, sadistic, merciless beatings that went
on and on and on: way beyond when the small, helpless boy was out of his mind in severe pain and had
forced himself between the toilet and the wall to escape your blows. With all kinds of weapons: shoes,
metal fly swatters, tree branches, ping pong paddles, your fists, and, -mostly- leather belts, often with the
buckle end, so my legs were not just badly bruised, but bloody. Tch, tch. Taking out the twisted sickness
and sadism and rage within you upon a helpless young boy, almost weekly. Do you remember ever
having done such horrible things? Do you remember beating my crippled father, after having thrown
him and his wheelchair over, while he flailed, in helpless fear, upon the floor, trying to ward off your
fists? Do you remember your insane screaming fits, to which we were to witness almost weekly, scaring
the hell out of us, while you opened and slammed all the cabinet doors in the kitchen, completely out of
your mind? I do. All of it.
I remember it like it was yesterday. What you did to me is now called SEVERE CHILD ABUSE.
In the past couple of decades, thank God, people, -no, creatures such as you are now being incarcerated
for abuse such as this, sparing untold numbers of young children the incredible brutality and horror I
suffered, and from which I may never fully recover.
Do you remember the day I had decided not to cry the next time you beat me (I was still very
young): when I just stood there, watching you, while you were going out of your mind in satanic ecstasy
scarring my legs? You were enjoying yourself so much, you didn’t even notice for awhile, did you? Then
you looked into my eyes, and stopped beating me, and the physical beatings stopped (the emotional/
psychological abuse beginning).
Have you inflicted unending emotional/psychological abuse upon any young adolescent or teenager
lately (as you did to me from then on, unceasingly, constantly belittling him and provoking him (“Go
ahead, hit me, I’ll call the cops!”), reminding him that he was, and always would be, worthless (Honor
Student, later two degrees, 28 years of post-graduate spiritual Training by Lord Jesus), inflicting your
sickness upon him even as he had to learn life alone, in the sixties, without guidance or love from
anything resembling parents?
Yes, I remember all this. Like it was yesterday. And how excellent it was to escape to college at U.T.
Austin, at 18, and finally escape your madness. And if I remember all of this, GOD REMEMBERS IT
TO PERFECTION!!! At the moment you stand before Him, after “physical” death (which you approach
soon, old bitch), He will show you, TO PERFECTION, every single moment of those savage beatings:
the sadistic sickness and satanic darkness in your own soul, -AS SEEN THROUGH THE EYES OF
THE SUPERNATURAL GOD, as well as let you feel ALL the pain and confusion and panic and fear
felt by that young boy, as well as ALL the abuse you inflicted afterward through verbal/emotional abuse,
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During some twelve years of spiritual training and study that has involved the mysticism of the world
religions and many of the so-called occult sciences, and three years in the wilderness (a fourth year came
later) to witness, and learn first-hand, the complexities of shamanism and the reality of supernatural
beings in Nature, the angelic and satanic realms, my attention came upon the ungodly aspects of the
“legal” system, and particularly the taxation system of our beloved nation, as according to supernatural
spiritual Laws. The satanic secular reasoning behind this abomination (as opposed to supernaturally-
anointed spiritual Knowledge) and what it has spawned through man’s “laws” and present systems would
no doubt be interesting to a bunch of spiritual people in my hometown San Antonio and elsewhere,
and even to many who don’t really believe in the supernatural realms and the beings therein, or that our
entire planet is soon coming to a climactic, supreme battle between huge forces of Good and Evil. So I
will share, here, a little of my experiences with this system.
After a Master’s degree at Our Lady Of The Lake University (S.A.) and a year of professional work,
then the first two of three successive years (many others came later) in the wilderness, I was Given an
experience (as the supernatural God can do with this malleable, holographic dimension) to demonstrate/
establish a direct, personal contact with Jesus the Christ, Who was behind the succession of training
events, people, books, prophetic and clairvoyant dreams, and revelations I had received those four years,
and Who is the soon-coming Messiah and King of this planet (despite the delusions of the A.C.L.U. and
the governmental/state-sponsored religion of secular atheism). The Training itself, along with experiences
now being Given increasingly to good friends, is a fulfillment from Acts 2:17-18, as a sign of the
proximity of the pre-ordained, and thus unavoidable, Years of Tribulation (through nature, technology,
and displays of supernatural power by Lord Jesus’ anointed priests/priestesses), nuclear Armageddon, and
Jesus’ fierce physical return, in supreme Authority, bringing individual planetary Judgment.
I returned to the city and was Led to an established, Anointed, supernaturally powerful, Holy Spirit-
filled fellowship to study technical Christianity, both from the brethren and from the pastor, and learned
that there are supernatural Laws that govern nations as well as individuals, through the events Given
from the future as a spiritual reflection of the Spiritual Laws being followed or broken, including specific
Biblical guidelines of: government, economics and foreign policy, justice, and education. It is Evil, for
instance, and thus Satanic, for any “government” to enter the fields of health, education, or welfare, these
being the rightful responsibility of the church (God’s true Church, supported by the ten percent tithe,
NOT the dead, spiritually-senile, established, Latter day “state”-licensed “churches” and their priestcraft).
One’s nation, or tribe, is not to enter into trade, -”to have league with”, pagan nations, -those who
officially reject God, as huge as that seems against current practices, lest the “plagues” that inevitably
come upon such systems (according to Spiritual Laws) affect one’s own people. And no “government”
of godly order has the right or need to impose mandatory taxes upon “its” people, backed up by the
implicit threat of an armed police militia.
This brings up the I.R.S. and two of its forms: the Form 4029, Application for Exemption from Tax
on Self-Employment Income and Waiver of Benefits, to obtain “exemption” from taxes as a member
of a religious “sect” (an I.R.S. word) opposed to same, and the Form 4361, Application for Exemption
from Self-Employment Tax for Use by Ministers, Members of Religious Orders and Christian Science
Practitioners, which is essentially what state-licensed “ministers” use for tax exemption. Both are
very simple: the name of your “church” (to the I.R.S. and Supreme Court, your “sect”), its address
and employer identification number, and your name, plus a signature by the head of your spiritual
organization. The Form 4361 also “requires” “ordination” papers (“support material”) from the “legal”
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“ . . . that the date of December 31, 1951, that is shown in paragraph A under instructions on
the reverse side of the form is a Mandatory Date (all emphases mine). Therefore, we are
Required under Section 1402 (g)(1)E of the Internal Revenue Code to disapprove any
application from a member of any Sect or division of a sect THAT HAS NOT BEEN IN
CONTINUOUS EXISTENCE FROM THAT DATE.
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“The imposition (all emphases mine) of taxes is not unconstitutional as ‘applied’ to such
persons as appellee WHO OBJECT ON RELIGIOUS GROUNDS.”
“While there is a conflict between the Amish ‘faith’ and the obligations imposed by the
(tax) system, NOT ALL BURDENS ON RELIGION ARE UNCONSTITUTIONAL.
THE STATE MAY ‘JUSTIFY’ A LIMITATION ON RELIGIOUS LIBERTY BY
‘SHOWING’ THAT IT IS ESSENTIAL TO ACCOMPLISH AN ‘OVERRIDING
GOVERNMENTAL INTEREST.”
“The court’s ‘analysis’ supports a ‘holding’ that THERE IS VIRTUALLY NO ROOM FOR
A CONSTITUTIONALLY-REQUIRED EXEMPTION ON RELIGIOUS GROUNDS
FROM A ‘VALID’ TAX LAW THAT IS ‘ENTIRELY ‘NEUTRAL’ IN ITS GENERAL
APPLICATION.”
“ . . . if tax laws were ‘dispensed’ on religious ‘grounds’, every citizen would have an
‘economic motivation to join the ‘favored sects’.”(?)
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“To maintain an ‘organized’ society that guarantees religious freedom to a variety of faiths
REQUIRES THAT SOME RELIGIOUS ‘PRACTICES’ YIELD TO THE ‘COMMON
GOOD’ (as we, the ‘government’, not your God, determine). Religious ‘beliefs’ can be
‘accommodated’, BUT THERE IS A POINT AT WHICH ‘ACCOMMODATION’
WOULD RADICALLY RESTRICT THE ‘OPERATING LATITUDE’ OF THE
‘LEGISLATURE’.”(!)
If, for example, a ‘religious adherent’ believes war is a SIN and if a certain percentage of
the federal budget can be identified as devoted to war-related activities, such individuals
WOULD HAVE SIMILARLY VALID CLAIM TO BE ‘EXEMPT’ from paying that
percentage of the income tax. THE TAX SYSTEM COULD NOT FUNCTION IF
‘DENOMINATIONS’ WERE ‘ALLOWED’ TO CHALLENGE THE TAX SYSTEM
BECAUSE TAX PAYMENTS WERE SPENT IN A MANNER THAT VIOLATES
THEIR RELIGIOUS ‘BELIEF’. BECAUSE THE ‘BROAD PUBLIC INTEREST’ IN
MAINTAINING A ‘SOUND’ TAX SYSTEM IS OF SUCH A ‘HIGH ORDER’,
RELIGIOUS ‘BELIEF’ IN CONFLICT WITH THE PAYMENT OF TAXES AFFORDS
NO BASIS FOR RESISTING THE TAX.”(!!!)
Amazin’, huh? That’s about it. I stated in the Introductory Letter To The I.R.S. that I already
anticipate an “official” “disqualification”, or denial of my Priesthood in Lord Jesus, BECAUSE THE
I.R.S., AND THUS THE PRESENT UNITED STATES “GOVERNMENT” DOES NOT ACCEPT
THE LIVING MESSIAH, LORD JESUS THE CHRIST, AS A PROPER, “LEGAL”, “ORDAINING,
LICENSING, OR COMMISSIONING BODY OR RELIGIOUS ORDER.” I want that in print, to
show my tribal children and grandchildren, who will inherit the age of the Kingdom of God on earth,
under the planetary theocracy of LORD JESUS, THE KING OF KINGS.
Some of the many Biblical quotes from the Introductory Letter To The I.R.S.:
Revelation 3: 15-16
15 I know thy works, that thou art neither cold nor hot:
I would thou wert cold or hot.
16 So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of
My mouth.
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My masterpiece, to date. It was written over three years living in deep brush, sitting in my taxi at the
airport, and God-knows-where-else, and finally on Patti’s magical farm, south of S.A. It’s pretty much
self-explanatory. It has a totally-unfinished, highly technical counterpart for the straight world, Synthesis:
The Fusion Of Psychology, Physics, And Religion, which at this writing is but reams of handwritten,
stream-of-consciousness thoughts, and notes about notes, which I wrote back in ’76. I got it out a few
years ago, and it intimidated even me. Maybe one of you will finish it for me (that’s a little inside joke
between me and God concerning the Book for a several years now).
That’s about it, for now. God bless you and yours.
Love, Ed
By now, because of the movies and TV. shows and GOOD ROCK MUSIC about psychic powers
and the supernatural, and because of your own God-given intuition, you have the beginning of the
Knowledge that everyone (including yourself ) has within them the potential of awakening and using
huge powers, for either good or evil purposes. Probably you or a friend have had at least one psychic or
“supernatural” experience (everything is natural, through the eyes of God). There are too few places to
learn more about this, right? -To know more about these Higher Talents, in a safe way, and in a manner
that is acceptable to the eternal Spiritual Laws of the One Being that is God. The modern, “state”-
licensed, satanic denominational priestcraft are no help: they don’t even understand Rock ‘n Roll, much
less the spiritual use of our supernatural talents. And everything the priestcraft of this dying, satanic, self-
destructive Beast World Civilization do not understand is evil, according to them, right? Yet, strangely
enough, surely it benefits the Dark Side of the Force for us not to know how to awaken and use our
highest, little-known, supernatural powers, for the sake of Righteousness.
This paper has been designed to help our People on their willful journey toward the fullness of
spiritual Perfection and Warriorhood and all that goes with such a Path, and to tune in DIRECTLY to
Master Jesus, the Messiah, and with the Angelic Teachers and Warriors that exist eternally in the Higher
Planes, and in the visible and invisible realms of Nature, to help such Seekers with supernatural love,
protection, and guidance. It as inspired in its original form during a summer spent in 1980 as a lifeguard
at the Woodlawn City Pool, down here in Rock ‘n Roll San Antonio, Texas (my hometown), with my
good vato-buddies Lloyd and David and Victor and Adrian (Ace), and Los Hombres Gilbert and Willy
and Felipe, and the tattooed apostle Michael (of the nearby federal halfway house, originally from the
coast), and all the chicano dudes inside and outside the fence, and the foxy basket ladies, and all the fine
young Bush. Sat Nam! So Mote It Be!
Also, by eight intense years (at that point, now four years ago and outlined in other writings) of
supernatural Training, given through physical people and events, and displays of supernatural power
(especially in Nature), and by many different supernatural Teachers: good, evil (not through my choice),
and in my beloved Nature, -all supervised by the Master Brujo/Shaman, Lord Jesus, Who is the living
Incarnation of the Great Spirit, and Messiah, soon to return in FEROCITY, and in great Authority.
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So be sincere. One thing to Remember (as Don Juan, and Buddhism, would prompt us) is that this
Higher Intelligence, Who has willfully created, and simultaneously maintains and experiences this very,
very deadly serious eternal Dream-of-Light through us, has done so for the sake of Love, and Knowledge,
and Exploration, and Power, -to seek out and Know the infinite complexity of His/Her Being,
throughout eternity. You will set huge forces into motion when you realize (through Grace) that you
have the potential to become supernaturally perfect, and then begin that Path toward that worthy goal,
and away from Ignorance, Fear, Apathy, Self-Centeredness, Unhealthiness, and Unhappiness in general.
You can (and will) develop telepathy with Angels (many different kinds, of our own Kin and in Nature)
and with Lord Jesus Himself, DIRECTLY, just by realizing how close the other dimensions are, in the
Oneness of God’s Mind (or you can communicate with demons and satanic forces, if you are extremely
stupid and rebellious enough against God, the ultimate parent-figure). Our more subtle powers/talents
are a Gift, given eternally by our Higher Spirit, our Creator, and these wondrous supernatural Aspects
of ourselves, the power and beauty that we have within are supposed to be awakened and understood,
despite what the Satanic, modern, denominational, state-licensed “churches” and their dead, Satanic
priestcraft (and its “legal” system) would have us believe.
It is highly important that those who allow themselves to be supernaturally trained as Spiritual
Warriors for the very hard Times just ahead to rid themselves of any hang-ups and bad feelings for such
words as religion, and God, and Jesus, and the supernatural, etc., -all because of their use (misuse) by
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Post-intro.
Psychic and Supernatural Powers.
Holograms and Holographic God-Consciousness; Death/(Re-)Birth;
Spiritual Laws (Karma/Sin).
Supernaturally-Amplified Prayer: Principles, Techniques, Spiritual Responsibilities.
Spiritual Shamanism; Spiritual Warriorhood; Carlos and Don Juan.
Gaining Supernatural Control of the Future, Individually and Collectively.
Supernatural Dreaming, Dream Control;
Jesus and His Brother, Satan.
Psychic and Supernatural Love and Sex; Soul Mates; Divine Marriage: Jesus (Adam)
Loves Mary (Eve).
Prayer as a Weapon.
Matthew 6:33
33 But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness, and all these things shall be
added unto you.
Matthew 10: 1
1 And when he called unto him his twelve disciples, he gave them power against unclean
spirits, to cast them out, and to heal all manner of disease.
Matthew 11: 22-24
22 And Jesus answering them saith unto them, Have faith in God.
23 For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou
removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe
that that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever
he saith.
24 Therefore I say unto you, What things soever ye desire, when ye pray, believe that ye
receive them, and ye shall have them.
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The Talents/Gifts/Laws that the Master describes and offers here are eternal, and available to
each and every “individual” soul that the Great Spirit has created, if used for spiritual purposes.
The Spiritual Laws governing the use of our Magic work on an individual, group, national, and
planetary level, through the grace of God. Ignorance, however, has progressively degraded the use
of such incredible powers to a mere manipulation of this “physical” dimension, so that technology
has replaced spirituality on a world scale, and we can see what that has wrought. Nonetheless, the
manner of thoughts and ideals which we allow/choose to make up our Inner Being, and the energies
one creates/expresses into the Creation will supernaturally create and draw events to us, whether we
are aware of and use the Spiritual Laws involved or not. As a soul becomes aware of the Spiritual Laws
and lives by them, he/she begins to gain CONSCIOUS, WILLFUL CONTROL of the actual events
that will come into his or her Timespace, or Dominion (to be discussed), and this is where real Magic
occurs. It is said that choirs of certain kinds of musical Angels BURST into song each time one of
God’s precious “individual” souls awakens (through Grace alone, not by their own will) to its inner
supernatural Inheritance, and the closeness of God. Just Remember (Don Juan) that life was created in
the many dimensions for God to supernaturally explore Himself/Herself, for better and worse, good
and evil, and for the “individual” souls to be awakened to the Spiritual Laws that exist, -NOT TO
GAIN AND CONTROL AND WORSHIP “PHYSICAL” WEALTH AND “PHYSICAL” POWER
AND “PHYSICAL” EXISTENCE, AS THE DEATH-CIVILIZATION HAS PROGRAMMED
INTO ITS CONCEPTUAL CASUALTIES.
What the satanic state priestcraft are not teaching is that the events that come to us in the
“physical” dimension are a precise, malleable, Divinely-scientific result of the spiritual mixture of
conscious and/or unconscious thoughts, actions (including those in “dreams”), and prayers, -if any-
we have created in the “past”, plus whatever the supernatural God wishes to throw in, to enhance
our growth toward our eventual perfection in Him/Her. As young God-Beings, as “individual”
condensations of Divine Light, we can learn to WILLFULLY take control of those events, and
to commune-icate supernaturally with, and to draw power from, the Great Spirit that is our own
communal Higher Self by watching the cycles and events that come (are Given) to us. We can thus
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These can be practiced singly or in a progression, or they can be combined into the best known
MANTRA, the OM (more properly pronounced AUM), in which one MANTRA shifts into the
next through a fluid change of the vocal cords to encompass these sounds and all those inbetween. A
consistent practice of these vocalizations will make your voice, and Being, more beautiful, and will fill
you with all kinds of Divine Light-Energy and supernatural Music. There are other MANTRAS as well:
an entire school of Yoga (Mantric Yoga) is devoted to the spiritual use of sound for growing closer to
God. These principles are also the basis of the POWER SHOUT of the Brujo/Bruja/Shaman, in which
specific MANTRIC POWER WORDS are exploded through the voice for a momentary, but HUGE
release/Creation of POWER (see Spiritual Shamanism)
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Matthew 5:27-28
27 Ye have heard that it was said by them of old time, Thou
shalt not commit adultery;
28 But I say unto you, That whosoever looketh on a woman to
lust after her hath committed adultery with her already in
his heart.
This is Jesus, of course, teaching the disciples about the reality of Psychic Sex, and the fact that
the same eternal Spiritual Laws that govern its use/misuse as cover the physical act. This passage also
shows His knowledge of the power inherent in Holographic Visualizations, used in this manner,
whether we are consciously projecting those sexual Visualizations or unconsciously sending them
out (the leer on the street, the hot men/women in the bars). As one Visualizes sex-at-a-distance, IT
IS ACTUALLY OCCURRING, though on a psychic level. Such acts simultaneously register on a
psychic, subliminal level between both sender and recipient, the “solidity” of the resulting act being
dependent upon the power of the sender and the shields, if any, the recipient (or those who care
for them) may have against unwarranted psychic intrusion. A Russian psychic documented in the
excellent book, Psychic Discoveries Behind The Iron Curtain, in addition to the great power of his
Will that he demonstrated (once, in a dramatic way, to Stalin himself ) in the 1940’s by psychically
imposing thoughts/images into other’s minds, brought an American female reporter who was
interviewing him to ORGASM, as he looked into her eyes.
Unfortunately, what we have now in so many physical and psychic interactions, in place of a delicate,
complex, Spiritual Dance-Of-Light between two God-Beings, -representatives of the Male and Female
God, is slam-bam, disco-consciousness sex, AIDS- ridden barbarians abusing each other’s bodies in all
kinds of perversions, and RECREATIONAL SEX/SPORTF---ING in all social/economic levels of this
hedonistic, dying, self-destructive Beast World “Civilization”, -all this, and an ALMOST COMPLETE
IGNORANCE OF THE ETERNAL, SPIRITUAL LAWS THAT GOVERN THE SUPERNATURAL,
HOLY SEXUAL CEREMONY AND ITS POTENTIAL POWER, AS WELL AS ALL THE
SUPERNATURAL FACETS OF THE PHYSICAL, EMOTIONAL, PSYCHIC, AND SPIRITUAL
RELATIONSHIP THAT CAN OCCUR BETWEEN GOD AND GODDESS. When two Light-
Beings blend into physical Oneness, FOR WHATEVER REASON OR LEVEL OF AWARENESS,
they are taking into those HOLOGRAMS the power of all the Karma of their past, as well as Creating
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In Cana, Galilee, there was a marriage feast, and Mary and her sister Miriam, and Jesus
and His six disciples were among the guests. The ruler of the feast had heard that Jesus was a master
sent from God, and he requested Him to speak.
And Jesus said,
There is no tie more sacred than the marriage tie. The chain that binds two souls in love is
made in heaven, and man can never sever it in twain.
The lower passions of the twain may cause a union of the twain, a union as when oil and
water meet.
And then a priest may forge a chain, and bind the twain. This is
not marriage genuine; it is a counterfeit.
The twain are guilty of adultery; the priest is party to the crime.
And that was all that Jesus said.
It is the “state” and its satanic priestcraft that would issue pieces of paper declaring “legal”
“marriage”, and would give false hopes and expectations to the couple who, in God’s Time and Will,
were to be merely Intermediary Teachers for one another: bringing divine lessons and perhaps a chance
to be rid of some past Relationship-Karma, but not being SOUL MATES. A ceremony with spiritual
overtones may be used to acknowledge a Divine Marriage, if that be the case, and for priest and
priestess to publicly express their holy Covenant with one another, but not to create that condition.
ONLY THE SUPERNATURAL GOD CREATES SUCH TRUE MARRIAGES, AND THAT
CONDITION WOULD HAVE EXISTED SINCE THE BEGINNING OF TIME, WHEN THESE
TWO SOULS WERE SEPARATED FROM SUPERNATURAL ONENESS. Unfortunately, -and
this is one of the crueler hoaxes played upon hapless mankind by satanic state “religion” and satanic
“legality”: A PIECE OF PAPER, HUMAN EMOTIONS AND SOME INSPIRATIONAL SEX (OR
INSPIRATIONAL CHASTITY), THE FALSE ASSURANCES OF A STATE “PRIEST”, AND TWO
PEOPLE WISHING IT SO DO NOT MAKE THEM SOUL MATES, OR THEIR “MARRIAGE”
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Prayer As A Weapon.
Our Creator has given us the power of Multi-Dimensional Holographic Consciousness so that
we will learn to have increasing Effect upon His/Her Creation, with enthusiasm and lusty efficiency
(Don Juan), with progressively higher levels of personal spiritual awareness and power. This includes
making full use of our God-Consciousness and God-Judgment in discerning good from evil and shaping
our lives and living environment accordingly, through Grace. The Dominion we are then to claim,
aggressively, in the AUTHORITY OF RIGHTEOUSNESS, extends from within to without: from
perfecting our own “individual” consciousness to gaining control, as WARRIORS-IN-GOD, of the
entire planet. –This, as a form of Divine Competition against those acting among the masses and as our
present national and international “leaders” and power-brokers, who have been Given control of our
Mother Earth for awhile in the interest of their master, Satan.
Once you learn to pray through HOLOGRAPHIC VISUALIZATIONS, and to BREATHE, and
to focus energy/power, and then to see (through the Awakened eyes of a mystic) events MANIFEST as a
direct, scientific result, your prayer-power will become more mature, powerful, and effective. Lord Jesus
and your Angelic Teachers will have sent some experiences your way to challenge and strengthen you,
to destroy any and all fears and self-pride you may have, and to extend your Knowledge of things. It is
inevitable for one assuming Spiritual Warriorhood to begin to have adversaries thrown at them: despite
the spiritual senility and complacent apathy of the contemporary satanic “state” “church” systems,
WE ARE ENGAGED, RIGHT NOW, IN THE LAST FEW YEARS OF SUPREME SPIRITUAL
WARFARE TAKING PLACE ON THIS EARTH BETWEEN SUPERNATURAL FORCES OF
GOOD AND EVIL, WITH WORSE YET TO COME. EVIL NOW HAS THE UPPER HAND
(AS PRE-ORDAINED), AND ADEQUATE MOMENTUM TO CARRY US INTO FOOD
AND ENERGY SHORTAGES, NATURAL, MANMADE, AND SUPERNATURAL PLAGUES,
CATASTROPHIC OVERPOPULATION, THE UNPRECEDENTED POISONING AND RAPE
OF THE EARTH’S ECOSYSTEMS, AND EVENTUAL REGIONAL AND THEN PLANETARY
WAR. The Bible states that the airborne pollution of the nuclear blasts will darken the sun and moon,
and that all major cities will be destroyed in one hour, and that those Ordained to survive (thanks to
Jesus’ supernatural intervention as Messiah) will be blessed to rebuild the Mother Earth under His
perfect guidance and authority. DOES THIS SOUND SERIOUS?! Are the “legal” “churches” or
politicians SHOUTING OUT the hugeness and seriousness of the Times we are in, RIGHT NOW, and
about it all heading toward a MAJOR CONVERGENCE, with each huge negative factor feeding upon,
and feeding into, all the others, NOW JUST AHEAD OF US?! Are they CALLING BY NAME the
politicians, and bankers, and corporate magnates, and warlords/dictators, and murderers and rapists of
the Mother Earth, as the vicious, SATANIC SINNERS AND CHANNELS FOR SATAN that they are,
as they are seen through the HOLOGRAPHIC EYE OF GOD?! Nah . . .
It is the cosmic burden of the Rock and Roll Generation, and a number of the more advanced elders,
to dare accept the Presence of our innate God-Powers, and to turn them fully against the Dark Side Of
The Force and its human channels. As we learn to Focus upon them, individually and collectively, and
as we are Given more and more Authority-in-God and the POWER that will go with it, these nasty
kinds of people are going to find more and more serious things happening to them: events obviously
FORMED THROUGH THE SUPERNATURAL POWER OF PRAYER, -right out in public view,
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There are an infinite number of things to learn, and to practice. Don’t get caught up in any one
area of Knowledge and call that God: too many mystic and “christian” cults are full of such unclear,
idolatrous worship of incomplete Truth by their space-case Conceptual Groupies and their satanic gurus/
ministers (neither “Eastern” nor “Western” religion is immune from Satan’s Holographic influences upon
its priestcraft). You will begin to create your own Visualizations and Ceremonies as you learn/are Taught
how to use your own Magic, as the Angelic Teachers come closer top you and your Timespace, and as
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Check this out, from the middle of a sleepless night on my wilderness farm, after a lot of prayer
techniques, in early 1976:
VISITATION
(A Verbal Recitation By A Post-Armageddon Village Historian To The Young)
Lo, and the archangel appeared unto them in the Temple of Wisdom, Shaas-Ta-Vehr, and spake in a
clear voice, saying:
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These are five entries that comprise a blog I felt like Creating just a few months ago. There were
just going to be the first three entries, because they seemed kind of neat and holistic and Magickal, and
came almost at the same time (even to my amazement), but then the other two came through. I have
met all kinds of nice people from all over, thanks to them, and the internet and the Grace of my Master
and Best Buddy, Jesus, the coming Messiah, the Messiah of all tribes on the Mother Earth who may not
know Him yet, yet who call upon His “Father” by whatever sincere Name or concept (no one owns the
Creator).
My Family-in-God,
I have recently set up a website, http://333christianshaman.tripod.com, which is composed of
selected pieces (almost 100 pages: some serious, some extremely non-serious, such as the Messin’ With
The Law anecdotes) from a much larger, almost-finished Book, Memoirs Of A Christian Shaman/The
Physics Of Prayer, that I have spent a number of years on, under all kinds of conditions. Please drop
over and enjoy it, if you get a wild hair. It turned out I was born Shaman, but the Training didn’t kick
in until I was working on my second degree (Masters Of Social Work, Our Lady Of The Lake U., San
Antonio in ’72). I had been Set Up by Destiny/the Lord from my undergraduate studies in Psychology
(U.T. Austin, ’67-’71: Hook ‘em!). My first Buddhism course and high-quality weed interested me in
altered states, which exploded in grad school with UNPROTECTED meditations, high-quality acid,
mushrooms, and Carlos Castaneda/Don Juan and the sacred peyote cactus (in ’74 I was Led to a huge
canyon-full, deep in the south Texas desert, where chosen friends and I prayed over the each of the
buttons of the hundereds of pounds we harvested over the next eight years, with numbers of supernatural
experiences with Mescalito for myself and other Magical people).
My first contacts with very dangerous supernatural beings came in ’72: first, the Angelic Being (my
grandfather, who was a holy man in this world before his passing two years earlier) with the warning/
prophecy, “Your Training begins!” and a Divine Baptism, then the blood in the book and the multi-week
attack by the Demon. See the website for the details, please, and a few of the outstanding things that
happened after that, in those early years (the First and Second Farms, the Great Cat, Power Rock, the
Dream Dragons and their Gifts, -see the pictures, etc.).
I saw my first ANSWER TO PRAYER in ’74 (using a beautiful twelfth century Buddhist prayer
technique, Nichiren Shoshu) and my entire concept of this “physical” world totally changed, namely that
IT CAN BE OVERCOME WITH PRAYER, -supernatural Power that is latent within each of us (but
the same Power is used unconsciously, mostly, with perhaps unsavory physical manifestations, according
to one’s violation of, or adherence to, the Spiritual Laws that govern the “physical” dimension). WE
ARE DIRECT, HOLOGRAPHIC EMANATIONS OF A SINGULAR BEING, the same One-Who-
Came-To-Walk-Among-Us, Jesus the Christ, Who told us of, and DEMONSTRATED such Gifts, and
exhorted us to use them, for the glory of God. This consequences of this being unknown, due to the
Latter Day, spiritually-dead, satanic, state-“licensed” “churches”, is that folks do not know THEY CAN
AFFECT THE “FUTURE”, INDIVIDUALLY/COLLECTIVELY BEFORE IT ARRIVES IN TIME
AND SPACE (conscious, spiritual use of this Gift is called Prayer). Thus the pre-Destined condition
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South Texas Shaman II Christian/Metaphysical T-Shirts
My Family-in-God,
As long as I’m up late, down here in my beautiful San Antonio, here are some ideas I have been getting for a couple of years
(or remembering) for what I like to call Metaphysical T-Shirts:
METAPHYSICAL/CHRISTIAN T-SHIRTS
Edward Eiland
(837-9246)
Email: southtexasshaman@yahoo.com
Blog: http://southtexasshaman.revelife.com
Website: http://southtexasshaman.tripod.com
Front: Jesus Is My Best Friend/Back: Do You Talk To Jesus? (He’s Invisible, For Now)*
Front: My Next Body Will Be Made Of Light/Back: Escape The Matrix, Go To The Light*
Front: Jesus Is My Best Friend/Back: Jesus: Lord, Messiah, King*
Front: Raised Country, Unapologetically Christian/Back: One Planet, One Family, One God*
Front: When The Rapture Comes, If You’re Snoozin’ You’re Losin’/Back: Jesus: Lord, Messiah,
King
Front: Jesus Es Mi Camarada/Back: Jesus Is My HomeBoy, Heaven Is My Hood (Rene)
Front: God’s Ultimate Warrior: Jesus Didn’t Tap/Back: The Light Show Immediately Following
Armageddon Will Not Be Manmade
ORIGINAL IDEAS
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This started out as an attempt to return to my professional world of social work, which had to be put
aside for the Training, ‘way back in ’74, and turned into something I think some of ya’ll might enjoy:
Ms. ---:
Thank you for your kind and prompt reply. I will be faxing my resume tomorrow, Tuesday, May
2, 2009, when I can borrow enough money to catch a bus to the Goodwill fax machine downtown.
To be completely truthful, and perhaps so as not to waste your time: I did initially mention to you the
’77 Bust for a few choice seven-foot tall plants in my deep, secluded, wilderness paradise/river farm (six
guns on our heads awoke me and my gentle lady Mary that morning: so marijuana does cause violence),
from which the “authorities” neglected to put my Deferred Adjudication on the computer, leaving me
unknowingly as a convicted “felon” all the years I tried to get back into social work, as I found out just a
few years ago.
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My Family-in-God,
I just finished a badly-needed, major remodeling/editing of the website, so if you visited it previously
may I please invite you back, at your leisure (apologies). The three entries for this blog surprised the
heck out of me, even as I wrote them, so they diverted my attention from the much-larger website (there
are two now: the somewhat re-edited parent site, http://333christianshaman.tripod.com/, and a recent,
totally remodeled backup, http://southtexasshaman.tripod.com/. I considered sharing some of the much-
larger manuscript here from the book, MEMOIRS OF A CHRISTIAN SHAMAN/THE PHYSICS OF
PRAYER, then decided the three entries sort of Magickally fit each other well, and point to the selected
Testimony on the website (and some fun stuff, at the expense of the entrenched, satanic, Latter Day
“legal” and “religious” systems). But this morning I got a fun “idea” to share a neat piece already on the
website: IMMUNITY CLAIMED IN JESUS’ NAME, (published -!!!- a while back by my hometown
San Antonio, Texas newspaper, the Express-News, -even to my surprise), for all my new friends and ya’ll
that may not have been to the website just yet. Oh, and for my new friends and prayer partners I have
been blessed to meet through this, and those I shall yet meet, please check out my Facebook account, if
you wish: http://facebook.com/southtexasshaman.
We are all literally children of Light, -holographic Emanations of the Dreamer, and individually/
collectively subject to His/Her eternal Spiritual Laws. Jesus (Who is invisible, for now) is the soon-
coming Messiah and King, Jehovah and Allah are the same God. Pray, pray, pray. Love, Ed.
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