Oh, Mike, gees, the sun just laughs at my day and wonders how a screw-up like me can do anything but say goo-goo!

I was kind of wondering if the poem was completely understood by our wonderful Daisy-by-the-sea? Since she wrote "God's Love" after this one of mine, I thought it might be a response, so, let's you and me and everyone try to write something with me that will clear things up for everyone. Maybe there's a few angels scratching their heads, saying "what's this all about?"

Course I don't really want to be the most evil person on earth...But in the environs of my mental field there is this "good cop", "bad cop" routine. And B.C. (bad cop, also before christ) says, look poet-boy, you did such and such again. And G.C. (good cop, also God Can Overlook Everything) says I'm blind, I became blind to identify with those who have no sight on earth. So God says, I didn't see it, and furthermore, I am not omnipotent enough to see it because my free will overpowers my omnipotence. And my free will is blind to such things.

But I tend to need more than just God forgives, God overlooks. Because the BC doesn't yet realize he's been retired. So I need to exaggerate to myself, and say look, BC, even if I did the worst even unimaginable misdeed, God would blind Himself if I just said, Lord, use that heavenly eraser again and wash me in the towers of peace.

Jesus once said, "he who has been forgiven much loves much...". So what I would like is the thankfulness of one who has been forgiven much, just without having to do the misdeeds that would lead to the thankfulness once forgiven. But I also want to identify on the God-level with the worst of our kind, see?

The same with the drug user. What are they seeking but the bliss we seek, only in a manner which does not lead to true bliss? So they use angel dust, and as Maria says, we administer to ourselves angel powder. Their dust needs the vacuum because it is physical.
Our powder is recommended by all the leading heavenly experts, because it leaves no residue, except in the spirit. Our powder is best. I wish I could go to the street corners and the drug houses and buy our superior product, and give it free of charge. No arrests, no bad cops, only eternal rest which never stops.

Oh, the homosexual. See, God just looks at the good which could come from him/her. In the same way that I see God to wash my inner castle, I just walk by people, and see God to secretly enter in their castle by day, and be the security guard. Keep the bad thoughts out. Honey, come home! We need you, it's getting dark out!

Do I really want to be more infirm? Well, I'll let you decide. But remember the love of the parent toward the ill toddler, and how they would say, I wish it could be me rather than she who suffers? Actually I'm a little too small to think like this yet, I'm always, God, help, got an owie. Call emergency angels out, Dr. Gabriel, are you busy?

Anyway check out the "an angel" song if you can. Love from the Mountain of God's Rest.