I am not expecting you to reply to this email, in fact based on your modus operandi through these recent Earthian ages, I know you won’t. So let me get right to the point. There are still billions of people on this benighted world who not only believe in you, but who actually spend time praying to you hoping for some pathetic handout, crumbs from a rich God’s table. I just heard from one of those hopefuls and it made me both deeply sad and extremely angry, that a God would thus feed himself upon the gullibility of a mentally defective species. But then that is exactly why you made them that way, so they would worship you regardless of how you dealt with them. The more you lie to them, the more you abuse them and confuse them, the more they will stick to you believing that you’re the lesser of evils in the eternal set-up of you versus your alter ego known in this Christian part of the world as Satan.
Hope springs eternal in the human breast / Man never is, but always to be blessed: / The soul, uneasy and confined from home, / Rests and expatiates in a life to come. –Alexander Pope
So there you have it. The whole house of cards you set up based on your dead-ends of faith, hope and love. Man never is, but always to be. Yet man is an inveterate gambler, and he’ll hope, he’ll beg, he’ll spend time and money, he’ll donate his life even, to your service and you will give him your eternal cold shoulder. Do you and yours in your heaven get a lot of laughs from man’s pathetic behaviour? No doubt you’re surrounded by Pharaohs, Kings and Queens, Emperors, Satraps and Despots, Dictators and Presidents, Generals, Conquerors, Great Counter-Revolutionaries, Bullionaires and Billionaires, Popes, Inquisitors and Crusaders, Jihadists and Reformers, in short all those elites who empowered and enriched themselves with the blood of the poor and the oppressed. How you must find us amusing!
Of course you know me. You know I don’t believe in you. I have no use at all for any of your claims, either of supremacy or salvation. But let’s not give anyone reading this the wrong idea: I know you exist. I’m not so stupid as to spend my time writing this to non-existence. But I want people to know what I know about you – not what I think about you, but what I know. I know you are a powerless fake, a liar, a cheat and a coward, my dear God. For millennia, you’ve been hiding behind monstrous lies erected by monstrous liars to promote yourself and inflate your ego. During those times the earth has flowed with the blood of those who believed in you versus those who believed in you – that is not a misprint.
As a psychopath you must find that extremely satisfactory. Or you would find it deeply fulfilling if you didn’t know very well the only reason these puppets kill and die for you is because you force them to. They are programmed by you to act thus. That must irk, no? Knowing that if these people had their freedom of reason they wouldn’t kill and die for you? That they wouldn’t love you? That they wouldn’t build mansions and cities to your name? Well, that’s the price all abusers pay. Their winnings are hollow, without substance. They get worship and lip service from fear, brainwashing or both and because it leaves them empty, they need more… and more. Are you feeling hungry yet?
When you kick started these Earthian civilizations you imposed a programming in their minds that ensured they’d never be free to choose whether to love you or not. So until now all those civilizations were based on some kind of divine worship. What could they do? No choice in the matter, was there. And it didn’t matter to you how they worshiped you, whether as natural spirits, wood, stone, silver and gold idols, or as some singular chimera. In fact that’s what made the game so enjoyable. The more different ways the numbnuts imagined you, the more they hated each other and the more blood was shed.
And the game isn’t over, is it. In these latter days you let them play with other idols, like democracy, communism, science, socialism, humanism, New Agey gobbledygook and even let them go hog-wild with your great pretend arch-enemy: money. But you know I can see how you’re pulling it all back to yourself. There’s billions of human and non-human lives that are about to be sacrificed, or going to sacrifice themselves, to the System in the coming years. And that System, that Matrix, ultimately is the mask you hide behind. It is you. Billions of sacrificial victims whose blood you need in order to revitalize yourself after these last hundred or so years of dieting – oh you had the wars but they weren’t completely in your control – are about to turn this world into one vast bloody altar to you. I know you’re not going to miss out on such a banquet. It just wouldn’t be like you and if there is one entity in the universe that will never change its nature, it’s you.
So, dear God, enjoy your coming bloodbath… and may you drown in it. May the very last woman, or man, or child finally stand up, and give you that symbolic holy of holies… their carefully and deliberately extended middle finger. You deserve it. Meanwhile, go to Washington; to Mecca, to Jerusalem, to London, to Islamabad, to New Delhi, to Beijing, to Tokyo or Moscow or Paris and needle your henchmen to increase the blood flow in the Middle East, between each other or everywhere: does it matter as long as it flows? Especially as long as women and children, weak, helpless, poor, old, homeless are bleeding and dying? You’ve already given them the weaponry, the poisons, the insane greed, the madness of power, so motivate them or are you waiting for goddess Killary/Isis to take over the reins of the Empire for the nukes to start flying? Are you that weak? Truly, I expected more. You disappoint me.