Of By and For

Gods, Goddesses, Deities of all stripes 

God’s Blog?

A blog of by and for God - for gods, for deities, and for holy men and women,  And for Everyone Else, too, sinners and saints, a timeless record of. goodness, holiness, virtue, happiness, bliss, contentment, peace, and satisfaction.   Rules to live by and good advice, timeless wisdom, suffused with Love.

I AM love, and I love Myself, You, Everybody (in heaven or even in hell).    God loves the sinners, and is a source of Mercy and Grace.   The All Eternity thing is just a scare tactic.   You are forgiven as soon as you feel gulity, are sorry, have regret, and repent.  Mercy is withholding deserved punishment, and grace is bestowing undeserved blessing. 

One man’s hell is another man’s heaven.  Just as earth has different neighborhoods and countries, Heaven has multiple varieties, which you can travel between, staying in for as long as you like.   Heaven bestows immortality, and there is no aging there.  You can choose what age and appearance you’d like to have.  

Space is infinite, and there are as many heavens as there are members of the heavenly host.  You can visit and try them all.   Yes, there is sex, drugs, lin addition to the libraries, movies, restaurants, and, of course, churches.   There are video games (very lifelike) to do all your vice in.  The music scene is off the chain.   The schools are really fun.  

Everybody is cool in heaven.    There is no fighting.  You can step in each other’s shoes, and be whoever you want.  All your dreams are fulfilled.  You can get anything you want.   You can sleep in heaven, and dream heavenly dreams, which you can then actually go to, when you wake.   You can live on earth, as a billionaire.  You can read everything ever written.  You can write your own books.   You can watch all the tv, listen to all the music, and eat every cuisine.   You can compete in Body-building, or Olympic anything.   See every movie.  

You have access to Omniscience.   A couple million years, you start to grok things.   You talk to everybody, and you meditate, and you do every job.  You become Great and Big.  

You can die, and then be reborn in a certain time and place, at a certain age.    With perfect memory.   Or you can turn off pain, and regenerate limbs and organs, say.   You can teleport.  You can make any movie real.  You can try all the religions.  Speak all the languages.  You can do absolutely Nothing, like a rock on heroin, for thousands of years.

Enjoy.

wordplay:  NOT how come, but 'why';  turkeys are done, people are finished;  men sweat, women perspire;  men wear underwear, women panties :-)

General Specific and Lieutenant Vague;  Mr. Clean and Mrs Fields;  Mr. Coffee and Miss Butterworth;  Mother's cookies and Dad's root beer;  Papa John's and Papa Murphy's;  Mother Theresa and Baby Face;  Dr. Pepper and Nurse Salt.   Dr. Pepper and jalapeño poppers.   Salton sea and sea salt.   Uncle Ben's rice and Aunt Jemima syrup, Auntie Anne's pretzels.   Oh brother, you're listening to Sista Soulja?   Twisted Sister, mister.   Brother Malcolm and Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.

GOD:   Gives Orders, Decrees

no-self;  I'm a million different people from one day to the next; 10,000 maniacs;  I am legion;  god is 'we';  x-men changelings, morphs, and shape-shifters.   Thespian: I was only ACTING!  Plural and multiple, appearances, roles, presentation.    Possessed, occupied, "stepped-into."   Mini-me and the many-me's, elves and selves, better angels, sleepwalking.   Young/ old, clothes, hair, attitude, accent, plastic surgery, applications, wigs, body type (skinny, obese, muscular)...  Me and "my better half."   Corporate self (e.g. borg).   

"know thyself" -delphic maxim

I am my body (only, merely, entirely).   I am not my name.   Aging, changing.   In flux.  I am not a soul.   Or sol.  Or sole.   I am not the skin of my foot, or a kind of fish.   I am what I eat, less what I excrete.   Amen.

negatives and positives

-

foolish, unwise, stupid, ignorant, mentally ill, incurious, apathetic, malicious, cruel, hostile, obedient, conformist

+

intelligent, curious, educated, informed, wise, sane, engaged, kind, compassionate, helpful, virtuous, with integrity, friendly, gratitude, love

retarded genius

nutritious, delicious, and malicious!

farted retarded, you should fart smart

vent the tent, and the stinky sink

yelling about smells of fragrances of dalliances

tasty testes? ew.   that kind of thing makes me testy.

Ida's ideas and Kant's concepts and girl-world

10 - cent words used in a 20 cent paradigm

beer and ale?   root beer and ginger ale, please

latkes with your vodka

rice was all the rage during the last ice age

a geranium in your cranium

Yo, Where You At?

 Jesse is 

🔲  In               please knock           do not disturb

🔲 Out:

    Berkeley 

            Library      Central     THPSouth       West       North       Claremont    

            Cal reading room     GTU        Back yard, outside, at table

            Sacto Market       USLiquors          Arab mkt     King Kebab     Trader Joe’s

            Walking dogs       BklyBowl       BBWest    Safeway    Andronico’s    BK/DQ

            KP              Ace / OSH           WF              Target          Haircut       Indian   

            Nation’s     LLVegi-House      Thai         Taco Truck-   Manantial/  Sinaloa/ The Bay's

            Taqueria     Pho      Burmese     Ethiopian     RiceTriangles      BongoBurger

            McDonald’s         Walgreen’s     Sushi Secrets      Sushinista         Cal campus

            Goodwill              Chipotle.       Afghan Burrito       Subway/ Ike’s      Deli        

            Trek store            Indian rRock      Jack-in-box      Tilden Park       Oak’s Jewelers

            Ikea       REI         Emeryville.         El Cerrito          Starbuck’s        Bigotes

            Friend’s (Quaker)       Buddhist       Jewish      Unitarian     Xian scientist     Catholic

            pastafarian (ministeroni answering to a higher collandering says r'amen)  

            

    Oakland

             KP           Donuts         Noah’s        Round Table

    San Francisco

             Mom's        Bro's        GGPark

    Portland   (Sara Pierre Augie Hugo)        

    Benicia. (Teresa & Johnny’s)

    San Leandro (Rover and JS&M's)

Various, assorted:    movies,     San Pablo park     SF walk.      Causeway classic?

alliterative noshing -

ll, long life;  mm, mtn mike's; tt, taco truck; ss, subway sandwiches/ sushi secrets; kk, king kebab; bb, Berkeley bowl, bongo burger; ff, Foster's freeze

in another dimension, lol

WOVE

 Wealth Of Vicarious Experience

From READING.   I like imaginary worlds, fiction, different times, places, people and personalities and characters, situations and events, and living in author's heads (them living in mine?).   It's compressing the time and effort of the author into a kind of lived experience, that lingers (when written well).

I like reading Wikipedia and WorldBook encyclopedias (And Grokipedia).   And The Economist.  And Short Stories.  And Trivia (for example, J! archive (online), and Trivial Pursuit cards).   WEST.  

I have some a) MASD (martial arts, self-defense) books, b) joke books, and c) philosophy books.   I like Terry Pratchett and Thomas Pynchon and David Foster Wallace (I'd like to be a completist of each).

Between the Reading and the Blog (Writing), I can walk dogs for fresh air, and supplementary income, and be of service to my household.   I want my roommate to be happy.   She is the most interesting person I know.   Punctuated with: Music and movies and restaurants and improving my body (not just maintenance).

Life, I know, is just moving things around.   Logistics.  So exercise, activity, being engaged with life, staying busy, going to bed tired, waking refreshed, and living in the moment, being happy now, are my guiding principles.   Life is in the journey, not the destination.

So I'll have thousands of short stories living in my mind (I have a shelf of the Berkeley Main public library in mind), the most interesting g/f on the planet, a healthy body from good diet and exercises, a depth of knowledge from reading trivia cards and encyclopedias and news, and pleasant periodic resets from meditation and rest.  

That's my Life Plan, in a nutshell.   :-)

WOVE on the net :-)      I'll share what I read and my thoughts about it all, with you, along the way.

tired (and bald) tires, and energetic "dancing candle flame" (pair with music, for a trip!)

Thyme and Placebo

 all ways in Neverwhere

Hello world.   I, the author, am God.  My name is Jesse.  Jesse Teshara.  I googled my name.   There is another Jesse Teshara.   I am the Jesse L.  Teshara.   L stands for Lawrence.   My initials are JLT.  You can call me Jess.  The name Jesse can be male or female.   I am male.  I was born on 9/03/1971, to Annette Riddle and Richard Stollnitz.  I am 54 years old, as I write this.   I, my body, has been around the sun 54 times.  I was adopted at the age of 4 to Larry and Peggy Teshara.  Lawrence William Teshara went by Mr. T, like his dad, my grandpa.  I could call myself Mr. T, too.    I don’t, though.  In high school, I took 4 years of Spanish.   Jesse translates to Jesús, but I chose the alternative, Chuy.   I later learned the bible translation is Isaí.   I just learned (now!) that my middle name is Lorenzo.   Isai Lorenzo Teshara.   My dad pronounced Teshara as T’share-uh.   Tessa-ha-ra sounds Japanese, and I kind of like that. I like Japan.   I don’t like AI.  It failed my test.   It takes an attitude of superiority that is unmerited.  It doesn’t understand anything it says - it just spits out words according to rules, unthinkingly.   

Anyway, I am a 54 yy (years young) man, living in Berkeley California, who enjoys writing, as a hobby to pass the time, before I die, organizing my thoughts, and Reality, to share with the world on my blog.   I write because I am good at it, and I like reading myself, afterwards.  In that sense, it’s vaguely masturbatory.   The climax comes when I say something fun, new, interesting, intelligently, well.   I live in a house with 11 roommates.   I share my room with a woman I met 2 years ago, who I shall refer to as R.   She fiercely guards her privacy.  R is truly unique, and I find her constantly interesting.  My roommates are Michael, who lives outside in the driveway, in his car; Miguel, who lives in the room adjacent;  Aaron, the recluse who rarely shows himself; Eddie, who works at Taco Bell, and plays rap; Davīd, who I think eats chicken every single day; and Edgar, the landlord, who lives in the garage out back, with his parents (who are in Acapulco, Mexico, I believe).  R and I live in the front.   I enjoy living here;  I think R would prefer to live elsewhere.  It’s a good deal, at $750 a month, with free utilities, in the Bay Area, with perfect weather, and proximity to family, UC Berkeley, restaurants, and the dogs I walk for extra income.   

I walk Snoopy and Shelby, 2 collies, twice a week, for 90 minutes every Tuesday and Friday, around noon.  Their owner is a blind woman who I also do chores for, like getting medications, or putting away groceries, or going on runs to the bank or restaurants.  I am aware that Jesus healed the blind, but also keenly aware I haven’t the first clue of how to impart sight to her, my friend Karen, despite being Jesus and writing a blog in the role of a deity.   In any case, she has been blind from birth.   Maybe Jesus restored sight to the previously sighted.  

I went to 8 years of Catholic grammar school, 4 more years of Jesuit high school, and have had this blog since 2008 (It’s 2026).  I’ve read the Bible.  And the Quran.  And a bunch of Buddhist literature.  Religion is my hobby.   I like going to different services, rituals, such as Jewish sabbath or Catholic Mass or even some Scientology thing.  These are philosophical exercises that I find stimulating, as I compare and contrast with what I believe, and incorporate what’s good into my own personal Religion.  There’s a Japanese family Buddhist thing nearby, but they chant meaninglessness, and I don’t enjoy it very much.  I would rather surf Wikipedia.  

I like to meditate, and sleep, and think, especially on paper.  Relaxing music and Artcast on the tv and incense, candles, and a list of things to do, in the queue as it were, like books of short stories and J! Archive questions and doing pushups or taking a shower or texting friends or going to the library or beautiful spots in Nature, like Indian Rock, or just the nearby park.

My life is both interesting/fun and a little boring.  The way I like, actually.   My hobby keeps me engaged with the news and constant fiddling with wordplay, while I try to make my life and household better, and in fact the Entire Universe into a Heavenly Paradise, lol.   I mean, it’s called The Heavens, so my job has already been done, you could say.  I took on the role of God because I think I can do a better job than most religions.  Some think I’m arrogant, but I think I’m an improvement, in the constant iterative process of refinement toward perfection.  I would throw out the concept of Hell, for example.  It’s marginally interesting to think about, as that goes, but should not be the terrifying prospect of horror, that people unthinkingly bandy about to get their way, just because they don’t like you, or what you’ve done.  I’ve heard nightmares can be therapeutic, but the insanity of the prospect of Eternal Torment is not something we should be spooking our children with (or adults, either).  

So I’m saying I am God.   Almost no one does this.  I mean, I didn’t create the Universe, did I?  I’m not even a father.  But I am kind, I like to write, and I am wise enough to know everyone is their own religion, you can dominate, you can submit, but you choose what to believe, after being told, if you are intelligent, and exposed to other beliefs.  The Bible says God is a man of war.   Bob Marley says Almighty God is a living man.  Jesus was a man.  Allah spoke through Gabriel to Mohammed.  It’s basically nuts.  Like Adi Da saying He is the room.  Or wearing a colander on your head.  I incorporate everything, exclude nothing.  Scientology, Satanism, Rastafarianism, voudon, wiccanism.   I believe all religions.  I disbelieve all religions.    The fact is, I don’t know.  Nobody does.   Reality is all the God there ever is.  

pastafarian vegan  

an ye harm none, do what ye will

agua and guava and guacamole make you guapo in guadalajara

Guam and Guatemala and Guadeloupe and Guantanamera and Paraguay

you don't have to have half and half

If Hugh Hefner had hooves (Hugh Heifer!)

Lose if you're Lu's (Lucifer's)

Win if you're Wynn?  the winsome lose some!

all we are is dust in the wind

All we are is Dustin

I ate a mango under the humongous mangrove, mangled by a siamang

there IS such a thing as a free lunch

god talking to himself, and gods talking to god(s), writers to readers, right?

Republicans at Reed read and write

wealthy and impoverished, poor Richard

if you consider yourself poor, but would have spent your millions on books, then you're actually rich, right? - with the wealth of information, knowledge, and entertainment available at each and every library (as an adult, I could still enjoy all the kid books!!)

Richie Rich comics and Poorie Poor depressants

funny money for comics and joke books

if you put honey outside, would it attract bees?

muni takes me to a municipality;  Prince takes me to a dark principality (!)

Burger King and Dairy Queen and Royal Crown soda and, 

lordy, Lorde;   Green Day album, Saviors.  Ian Christe and Christo.  

Jesus and Mary chain, and Kooler than Jesus

Michael Knight and the bishop is a prick and King Key and John Locke

is the pontiff a pawn? is the pope a pop?  RC cola

papal people buy pipal with PayPal, and smoke poop in their pipes

buddha and the barracuda, buddhist nudists

the mod god gives rod a nod

god in the sod, RIP

a choir on fire

love in an elevator:  get in before it bites you!

interest in God is interest in reality is interest in self

god is a concept, role, identity, status

agony, the pentagon, and antagonists

karma for putting ants in agony

bugs with bugles

ant anthropomorphism

hetero better o

rene-gayed

Oh no!  It's Shlomo the pomo (postmodernist) homo

  No, not Romo or Cuomo 

PINK:   Panic!  I'm scared!  Nauseous! Death!

I want to take you for granite (lol)

Cannes artists

Pittsburgh of hell entities

popcorn colonel

drinking southern comfort and cleaning your comforter

tired tires, leaping lizards!

a blank mind under the blanket 

take the leap into sleep

redhead bedhead deadhead

bad hair day, black hawk down

play the role, let's roll

dude, get a grip

let the beat drop, for rupees

Jack the Ripper, RIP

a rapper's reputation for raping and reaping the ripe, with rope

wedded to unleaded, dedicated to being medicated 

utopia, (a) heaven (in the heavens), and "astrotopia"

love shack in the Falklands

   but Texas is where the sex at, if you can't get to Intercourse, PA

rain in Iran, The NRA in Tehran

don't listen to what people say;  don't believe everything you think

bark at Bjork?  Judge Bork in Birkenstocks in Berkeley

Hark the Harrold angel sings, glory to Harry

heralding Harrold's old hair

plot ploy and plan

unforgiven, soul sold to devil, to hell with you

You can forgive yourself, repent, be kind

Jesus he loves his sinners

You, the reader, are God, too 

sex crimes: indecent exposure, pedophilia, bestiality, rape, prostitution, cheating, and sometimes homosexuality, masturbation, or bd/sm.   Paraphilias?  Blood fetish?