Hello, dear reader. I, the author, want to thank you for being interested in me and/or my writing, and invite you to participate in my mind further, if you wish. My email is JesseGod@live.com, and my blog, the seed of this work, is at http://jesseteshara.blogspot.com.
I like writing. I won a Journalism award in high school, where I was in honors/AP English and was editor-in-chief of the Yearbook. I enjoy reading well-written works, which makes all the difference, in my book. Just as a bad teacher can ruin a fascinating subject, a bad writer can make something fun into drudgery. Hopefully my love of writing will increase your love of reading :-)
My topic is God, Religion, and Spirituality. In other words, theology, philosophy, and psychology. Not everything I write is original. I stole some jokes off the internet: I’m writing a book about reverse psychology. Please don’t buy it. HA! Marxists only drink herbal tea. Because proper tea is theft! HA HA. My aunt is a nun. I called her Aunty-Christ, but that didn’t go over very well… What do you call a sleep-walking nun? A Roamin’ Catholic. I wanted to become a Gregorian monk, but I never got the chants! HAHAHA!
Anyway. What God is and isn’t. God is defined as the Creator. The Source (of all things good). So, like before the Big Bang. Creator of the Universe, and you-niverse. Your parents created you. God is sex! God is love. What is love? Lick my love pump, or something (thankyou, Spinal Tap). Love is really, really liking someone. Liking yourself around that person, too. There are a million types of Love. I’m not sure I’m kidding. From parental to romantic to puppy to God’s love to self-love to Bhakti yoga to Queer platonic to infatuation to what-have-you. God is good. Pleasure is good. Existence depends on God. Reality is all the god there ever is. Butt weight, God is a delusion. God isn’t anything. Reality doesn’t exist. I mean, once you die, there isn’t anything good happening to you. Nihility, nullibiety, oblivion, nonexistence, decay, dust to dust. You just turn to shit, and feed worms, like everything else. That’s not an afterlife to get all crazy about. Love never dies? Everything dies. God is dead. The French call orgasm, “petit mort,” little death. So God is a concept. A role. An identity. Or even a status. A higher power. A yellow submarine. CRISPY! Chuy, too.
Kindness is my religion. I don’t call lies kind. The truth is kind. Delusion leads to suffering. Be happy you are alive. Seize the day. There are thousands of reasons to be unhappy. But you can be happy, for no reason at all. Be happy you exist. I AM.
Spirituality is the same as a radio. It’s all physics, physical. Your body sends and receives vibes, is on wavelengths, and your mind is not private, despite what you may wish for, or defines sanity as. STEM stands for space time energy matter, science technology engineering math. Or femme stud. Whatever. Radio waves penetrate. Spearing it, like a fork, or penis. I don’t believe in ghosts, apparitions, spirits, phantoms, souls! Morpheus sends dreams, though. Don’t let the bed bugs bite!
I’m into Native American spirituality, especially. Mother Earth, Father Sky. Loki, the trickster. Iktomi, I mean. I find God in Nature. I’ve never done a sweat lodge, or anything. But that’s how I identify. Fun stories around a campfire, archery, horses, fishing, dancing, crafts. I’m a Dem, but really I identify Green. But I’m pro-life. So it goes.
God is a word. A weird word for an odd god. God is One.








