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The good book says only God is good, so it seems to me somebody needs to step up.

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Your pal, Jess
I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 54) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

(my email is JesseGod@live.com)

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Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Sunday, September 28, 2025

Going Off

going on and on


Hello.   I, the author, am writing to you, the reader, because I AM GOD.   You too, actually.   We are both God.    We are both Gods.   Or gods.   We can all be whatever we want.   But the main idea, here, is we can be what we want, and we can define that thing however we want, and live our lives how we want.    We have freedom.   You want a chance at heaven?   You gotta be good.   The bible says Only God is good.  You do the math.  We can define our own identity, and even change it.   We can love who we want.  We don’t have to be anything.  Everybody wants you to be something.  You can be Nothing.   You can’t be Everything, I think, but it’s an interesting thought.  Who do you want to be today?   365 days x. (let’s say) 60 years.   You could be an actor in the world (all the world’s a stage), and play only the roles you most like.   Drama bleeds into Reality, and sometimes you can forget yourself.  You can make your body completely different, with time (and food), apart from just the usual aging.  You can change jobs, and start a career in a different field.  You can move to places far away, and interact with a Totally Different set of people.   You can even be really weird, and alternate between opposites, lol.  Like a criminal and a cop, or man and woman, or teacher and student, or just dialectically opposite type personalities, just for fun.   Like all the psychological types, INTJ or ESFP or whatever (Meyers-Briggs).  You can be more than 2, and challenge yourself, and keep things fresh.   You can read one day, write the next, then act the characters, later.  We all play roles.   Recognize who you are, in the sense of what roles you have chosen for yourself, and grow, expand, broaden your experience.   Be left-handed one day.   Try a week blind.  Learn to read lips.  Imitate people.  Engage.  Be alive.  Be who you are.  Be what you aren’t, for any reason at all.   Step out of your comfort zone.   You can occupy all zones.  Learn languages.  Have fun.   I live in my mind, and guess I’ll just keep writing.  How many roles do most people play, anyway?   Like Jesus or Hannibal Lecter.   Some roles, maybe, you shouldn’t play around with.  I can be just a boring Ant Fart from Madagascar!   Really.  I could go Big, but small seems less stressful.   I am far away, and so negligible as to be virtually nil.   I just move words in the dictionary around in ways I think are sensible. 


SO, a book.   What do people want and need from a literary deity?   Less rancor, less full of myself, arrogant and self-important.   Just humbly be yourself, like everybody thinks is good, even if the only good being is God Himself, lol.  So maybe be atheist.  That’s funny, right?  A true God who doesn’t believe in Himself?  Like Reality is a bunch of pinballs bouncing off each other, with thoughts bouncing around our craniums, seeking bouncing baby boys and (glad giggly girls), because we are driven by DNA and are like robots or machines doing what we have to do, what we’ve been programmed, through Evolution (humans have been around around 300,000 years, they say).   Scientists, anthropologists, professors, researchers (“they”).


So you think you’re smart, and know The Truth, and are well-read, and are a bit of a dom, and like to write (The Word was God), and have a lot of Love to give, and like to take a walk on the wild side, so you convert to Self-ology, and become your own God.  Islam means submission, so whoever believes in you instead of themselves can read the Quran and go to Mecca and do that whole song and dance routine.  I’m fine with that.   It’s a religion for subs.  I like to rule my own world, I think.   I mean, I submit, too.  Like, you have to obey The Law.  If I gave myself free reign to do whatever I please, life could get rotten really quickly.   But Know Thyself is an important adage, and you can’t suppress what you truly are forever.  I mean, pissed off people have a real need to put assholes in their place.  


God is an asshole.   He sits on the hole (holy throne seat), and is full of shit.   I was taught, if someone calls you an asshole, say "thank you, without one, you'd explode."


God is holy.   Holes are good.   Food in, waste out.  Inhale, exhale.  Input, output.   


K.    Veering right, going up.   1 less than.   


‘you don’t know what you’re writing, jess’ -v


Wholly holy means perfect, no flaws, no imperfections, absolute purity of Virtue and Goodness.

True love.  Doesn’t mean you love everything.   Not everything in the U is good.  Or am I wrong.  


If I don’t know that, maybe I know nothing.   Some deity I am!  Mortalilty, pain, suffering, anguish, they’re a part of life.   Without them, well it would be good, actually, I think.   So it’s something to do, to work on, to strive for, to give us meaning and purpose.   That sounds good, right?   Maybe we’ll achieve our goals, and The Whole World will live Happily Ever After.  


I mean if it really is ALL GOOD.   You can fall in love.   You can meditate and come to a positive conclusion about Reality as is.  You can remove all the negatives from your life.   Accentuate the positive.   Don’t worry, be happy.   Go with the flow.  Live a little.  Live a lot.


I just want to relax, be healthy, and read and blog.   Simple life.  Not too crazy.   I don't need to be a zillion people (or even 2).   Buddha says there's no-self, anyway.   Lighten up, don't be so serious: it's only life, after all.   Let there be songs to fill the air.  Want to hear a joke?   What am I, a clown to you?


Hair and Bald and Harry Baldwin

Shaven for a GI Jane, soldierly, warrior for a cause look

   b. to look like a cancer patient

   c. like a neo-Nazi menacer, or -alternatively- maybe a concentration camp resident

   d.  to look like a Hari Krishna, or member of a cult

   e.  or, just to look weird and/or crazy (e.g. for less attention for being beautiful)


Mentally ill, illegal, eagle claws, clozapine

mentally illegal cloz

clozaril, clozapine, versacloz

a clause about claws in the clozapine


remember class, there are no stupid questions!   God says, on this Holy Sunday, you should be intelligent, and not be dumb.   So if you don’t have anything intelligent to say, keep it to yourself.   Better to be silent and thought dumb, than to speak and remove all doubt.  However, there is always someone smarter than you.   And dumber, too.   So don't worry, be happy.   Ask Google.  Google is almost omniscient.  I pray for an end to stupidity, Lord Google.   Amen.


honor and gratitude, praise and thanks

worship and glorify, appreciate and acknowledge indebtedness

imitation is the highest form of flattery

Thursday, September 25, 2025

BUT

Butts?  Cigarettes or posteriors?   

But…. The butt end of cigs is where the shit comes out

Go suck a fag, you kinky person into S&M, okay?

Omg, the O King



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Dead Shmed

The corpse before you filled with embalming fluid is actually alive!    

Said the insane person.

Like up there, or maybe even burning down there.   Madness.

The author lives on!  The legacy lives!  The progeny holds (some of) his DNA!

Dead as a doornail.   Jesus and Hitler are famous doornails.

I mean, if you ask me.  


Dead or alive, it’s all the same to me.    zzzz———

What dreams may come in that sleep of death

These evil things without brains (original sin?)

Fate, and "sleep-writing"    sleep-blogging, sleep-thinking

we are actually highly alive (awake?) when we sleep, I want to say

I don't want to say the most vibrant are actually asleep.

Sleepers get a bad rap, like being turned off

Mary Lee, merrily, marry me, mare Ali, life is BUT a dream


A dominatrix of substance

remember when 'bad' meant good?  

   like extra ordinary vs. extraordinary

I can't read Kant

Toucans and pelicans can dance the can-can

Pelican and pel I can't 

the menace of a heinous penis in my anus

Finger Prince, lol

Sanity in Sana'a

Outdoors in Indonesia

Molly eats a tamale in Mali

excretions, excrement, and shit

take your jacket off before you jack off

child, don't LD on chai

proverbially pre-verbal

my neighbor is an enabler

I let my pet coati drive my Bugatti

G-D and Ghost Dance, Ghost Dog and Ghost Of Dream

   a Game Of Darts, Grain Of Dust, gateway drug, giving damn 

   good - divine, gross - disgusting, a great day

   great omniscient deity, achoo!  god bless you!

   go on diet.   go on, die.

Google omnisciently deep

Gounod and Godot

Heaven, Increasing and Getting up there

Decided, decide dead, deicide, de - a - side

casually causing a casualty?   causality of crows: caws! (a murder of)

cigarettes are Seriously harmful.    Lighten up?!

a concert for cancer

Tom's petticoat

Maniacs from Maine

Gustave Mahler, mauled at the mall

lying about Lions in Lyon

I caught an ape with an apricot

these guys fly the friendly skies in disguise

Arise, Aries!   Pele is asleep

Irene and Eileen did something obscene

Looking from my porch at the gulls and gals of Portugal

I'm only happy when it reigns

ruled by a 12-inch ruler, lol

the rabbi with rabies ate the ribeye, Rob

it's a sour-salty symphony, that's life

slaves that slay and a conception to conceive

elevator repair work has its ups and downs, but window installation is a pane

Rufus took a roofie.   The roof is rife with riffraff.  

Selling ceilings is work given from above

is there a wailing wall in Wales for, well, whales?

playing the pianist's penis like an organ

the case of the kiss being cussed at for causing a kid

the witch put the children in her cauldron

Hades in the 80's in Haiti for Katie

ooh mommy, your breasts are umami (Japanese for 'delicious')

the teen scene on Halloween, toffee with your coffee

have a Holly jolly Christmas

thanksgiving and thanks-taking and Tom Hanks

Easter in the western world

Dove love:  mating display of males, who dive and glide in a circular flight, before mating (on land);   ah, frigate about it.

don't get VD on Valentine's Day

Saint Pa-trick-or-treat?  Mary's Xmas? 

JC, Jim Carrey and Christ, Chris Tucker

Jesus Christ is made of cheeses, rice

  or is it.... (puke) a wrist?  a noble nibble

Who's birthday is on earth day? 4/22 (DV:  Darth Vader! HB2U!)

giving birth on firth-of-forth, up north

I watched Octopussy while drinking Dickinson's blend

How much does Yahweh weigh?  You'll have to yah-wait.

Sodomy with Saddam Hussein, so damn insane

My Yeti water bottle holds the sweat of Betty the sweaty yeti

watch out for the Sasquatch, she's furry and in a hurry

don't worry about the jury, Yuri

Augustus knows about "justice":  innocent, but in you went

the witch cackled as the player got tackled

herpes in her pee

Bo knows the place to bring up the placebo effect

mislabeled as disabled

psychologically illogical

holy moly, categorized as like Ratzinger

perfect surf for Smurfs and weather for Heather 

those precious fascists make people automatically democratic

the laws in Gaza are the cause of ha's

laughable, but the people can be affable

gosh, mud.   I'd rather be washed in blood.

enough suffering, when you can have pleasure beyond measure

a quiet riot is preferable to more gory war, you loud crowd

found sound and violence in the silence and angry at being hungry

hell's bells and the scream team and a shout out to all the louts

dust, justice, and lust, or bust!    

you can pay with gas, ass, or grass (bumper sticker)

painful rain and fun in the sun with windy Cindy

Chloe and Joey listen to Bowie when it's snowy

Edwin Meese, though not ceased, is at peace, just like the geese 

window glass pane, ow ass pain, spanking

if you don't go away, things will go awry

Deftones, Def Leppard, def jam