Hello. Hello, world. Hello and hi. Greetings and salutations. Hola and Bonjour. My name is Jesse. You can call me Jess. Jesse Lawrence Teshara, to be exact. I’ve been called Jester. In Spanish, I can be Jesús (hey, Zeus!), Chuy (pronounced ‘chewy’), or Isaí (like Esah-e, close to Esau from the Bible). Jesse means, God’s gift. What does God give? HImself. Love. The Jesse Tree is the Root of David, the genealogy of Jesus, and the source of really pretty church stained glass windows. There was the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and the tree of life. There was the tree that killed my sister. There is the redwood tree I climbed as a kid. There was a funny comedian at Davis I saw named “Tree”. John Bonham’s (of Led Zeppelin) drumsticks were called 'trees'. I was informed that Led Zeppelin is bad for plants. Anyway, I’m Jesse. Nice to meet you.
So, who am I, you ask? I’m God. I’m a man, age 53, who lives in Berkeley, walks dogs, writes, reads, enjoys music, and surfs the internet (News, Onion, J!, Ted, Wikipedia, YouTube, Instagram, Pinterest). I’m also devoted to my fiancée, Kelli Jean Simpson, who wants to be Kelli Stollnitz. Richard Stollnitz was my birthfather. I am adopted. I became a Teshara at the age of 4, to Larry and Peggy. Annette Riddle was my birthmother. Okay, maybe I’m not God. I mean, I didn’t create the Universe, as far as I know. I just play the role. The bible says Only God is good. Shouldn’t we all strive to be good? You only have to be NOT-BAD to be good! So I don’t think having a deity identity is schizophrenic or anything. I never met Richard. He died at the age of 52, says the internet. I DID meet Annette. She lives in Eugene, OR. I mean, if she’s still alive.
I’m also a writer. I have a blog. God’s blog. jesseteshara.blogspot.com . Visit, anytime. Come, often. Leave comments. Enjoy! I write about God, religion, and spirituality. I write about words and language. I write about me and Kelli. I write about anything I feel like, really. I enjoy it, and I’m told I’m good at it. To improve, just keep writing: Write, Write, Write! AND, of course, Read. Have good editing, editors. Keep tinkering.
Who or what is God, then? What is good? God is CRIS. A concept, role, identity, and status. Well, lots of concepts. All the concepts rolled into One. Including the one about Him being imaginary, fictional, make-believe. Atheism is a path to God, actually, according to the Hindus! I’ve also heard that Yoga is the path to God. Another fundamental theological concept is, “Reality is all the God there ever is” -Adi Da Samraj. We are each our own reality. So, in a sense, we are each our own God. God is other concepts: One. Love. A man of war. The source of all goodness. The Creator. All the Names, and all the purviews of each! (there have been like 8 to 12 thousand in history). A God, to me, is a Higher Power. A master, a specialist, an authority. Maybe a heavenly body, with a superior mind, and a high degree of knowledge, wisdom, and understanding. A God is smarter than your average bear. A virtuous being, who loves, and is loved. God is also the Angriest Being, according to Kelli. She has a Shiva, Kali, G-d as judge thing going on. Other God things are Omniscience, Omnipotence, Omnipresence, Omnibenevolence. Eternal, always, forever, infinite. God is BIG, lol. God is in the details. Is God just a word game? Religions seem like corporations, to me. As for status? Maybe God is just the top dawg. All power, authority, might. Things like knowledge, money, violence, respect. The highest level of the video game of life. Am I the top dawg? I am what I am.
Goodness, gracious, great balls of fire! Good is happiness, pleasure, contentment. Goodness is meaning and purpose and virtue and making the world better. Goodness is reducing suffering, increasing bliss. Goodness is justice, mercy, love, kindness, compassion, grace. Goodness is truth, beauty, love, intimacy, devotion, delight. Goodness is preventing and defeating evil. Goodness is values and setting an example and humor and charity and hard work and enjoying the good life. Goodness is met need.
So that, in a nutshell, is who I am. What books do I read? What music do I like? What’s my favorite movie? Or color? Yada yada. I don’t like mysteries. I like everything else, lol. I’d rather read forensics than guess whodunnit, based on what I usually think are unrealistic scenarios from the author’s head. I like short stories. I enjoy Lev Grossman, David Foster Wallace, Terry Pratchett. I like the Dead Milkmen, Paul Oakenfold, rock from my childhood (Scorpions, Led Zeppelin, Lynyrd, Y&T, Def Leppard, The Who, The Kinks, Bob Segar). I really like to be surprised. That’s why I listen to College Radio all the time. Lot of interesting, new stuff. Like Jabarizm. I have a problem with earworms. I’ve seen thousands of movies. I don’t watch much, anymore. I had a girlfriend that worked at a video store. Movies got old, for me.
Daisy and Anna T.
crazy daisy, manatee sanity, insane and in pain, comfortable in Rumford, Jane the sane Dane from Maine. God made dirt, and dirt don't hurt. Suffering dirt? Suffering succotash! Ecstatic in the attic. Happy in a nappy. Blissfully pissing. Joyful Roy and sad Gladys. Sad Sade. Depressed Jess. Sick Rick. Too blessed to be stressed. In a cess, what a mess. Insane, in sin. In love, and in trouble. In the world, then in a box. Comfortable under my comforter. Safe in my safe. Secure in my security blanket. Full in the Fall. Bought 'em in Autumn. Hungry in Hungary. Is Gary hung? Delicious, nutritious, and fun to eat! Do pigs like bacon? Which part of the anatomy is a cannibal's favorite? It's a dog eat dog world (bosintang). Some eat pussy ('dragon tiger phoenix'). Sad sadists. Glad Gladys and joyful Joyce. Happy hippies. Massive masochists. Sexy Lexi. Messy Jesse. Blissfully kissing. Fellatio and the thirst to burst. Had your fill of fellatio. Explosive Joe. Cum in your mum. Cum on her tum. Cum in a bum. Spurt on a shirt. Squirt til it hurts. A fast blast. Explode your load. Which is worse? cum in your rum, or rum in your cum? The Teshara era. I love your eyes, luv!
ol' stole bowl coal dole foal goal hole Joel mole Noel pole role soul toll vole enroll prole scroll troll knoll stroll shoal Skoal...
knits, bit, kit, fit, hit, lit, mitt, knit, wit, pit, quit, legit, writ, sit, tit, zit, spit, slit, skit, shit....
SO, Stollnitz rhymes with...hole shit, or skoal spit, or scroll writ, or troll tit, or soul wit, or stole shit, or vole bit, or enroll MIT.
right as rain, write as reign, rite as rane, wright as rayne
God is hypnosis
so many books. less words, more action. make love, not war.
so says the sexy Sikh playing sax
sneaky snakes, skanky skinks, bored birds, rutting rats, sluts in the sleet
girls into squirrels, noisy boys, and hardcore gore
horological whores with horns, from the strait of hormuz
it's in my nature, cats eat chickens, pussies eat cocks, the time has cum
the country is eating Richard (dicks get eaten)
See Jane run. don't be a dick.
Humanity
Modern mankind originated/evolved 300,000 years ago. Approximately 70,000 ya the human population hit a low of between a thousand and ten thousand individuals. ME and MA (mitochondrial Eve) and (mitochondrial Adam) show how we all, all humans, have the same ancestor. SO, we can all say we're related, or we're all Italian, or Chinese, or whatever. Come on people now, smile on your brother, try to love one another right now.
I'm a Virgo Boar (pigs like sleeping and eating, and become fat), and K is a Virgo sheep (gentle, calm, sympathetic).
Trinities: earth wind fire, blood sweat tears, god devil bob, solid liquid gas, animal vegetable mineral, good bad neutral, here there everywhere, existent non-existent in-between.
Yeah, baby
vaginal, oral, anal, says the Voice of America. don't forget hand jobs, lol. Private mail box, PMB, pussy mouth butt. Me myself and I want to fuck, have sex, make love. fool around, fornicate, fuck. Copulate, congress, coitus. Knock boots, bump nasties, roll in the hay. Do it, pork, bang. Get laid, get it on, get down and dirty. Hook up, hump, get some horizontal refreshment. Relations, intercourse, mate. Bone, boink, smash. Pell-mell passion, eroticism, libido, and lust. Girls gone wild, God is really lustful. K is for kinky.
(2 or 4) choice? one, the other, both, or neither. Applies to Real or Imaginary??
A brief life, in an absurd existence, even for God (Jesus: Jess- u), (Jesse, see SJ)
Jes-u-it: spirit fogging and spirit-blogging
fractured bachelor captured and raptured
rut-raped
split and fractured
shattered, I'm in tatters -Rolling Stones
split-mind and split-pea soup and banana split and doing the splits
split wood and split the bill and take off and split
I'm of two minds about schizophrenia
split personality isn't split mind isn't split me
Where's Jesse? (I haven't gone anywhere)
Elvis has left the building. But who stepped into Elvis?
Maybe being "stepped into" doesn't happen. Like it's all hypnosis. The brain has different modules, and the psyche, different modes, the personality, different roles. Right? If you THINK you're possessed, weird things happen. If you perceive chatter in your brain as coming externally, you've got a voice, and presto - you're schizo. If you believe you're a "million different people from one day to the next" maybe you lose your sense of Self, identity, individuality. They say all in all is all we are. Then again, is it possible to see through another's eyes? What is it to "get inside" someone's head? Like programming? Or establishing a telepathic link? Or just becoming the object of obsession? Mutually? Maybe we're ALL crazy.
What is the law? No spill blood. Who makes the law? Someone else. -Oingo Boingo. The law, to me, is Be Good. In other words, don't be bad. Some criminals think EVERY crime is good or fun, though. What a world. You can be Mother Theresa or you can be Stephen Craig Paddock. Or muddle through, neutrally, and write a blog or something. You only live once.
Naturally neutral. Freakishly fake. A quarrel with queers. Contextually sexual. Searle's girls. The joys of boys. The worst thirst. HIM 'n women. Whim'n or Laser focused intentional'n (!). Woe to men, she's a man eater. Devour your power. Like a hot dog. Dogs as penises, and cats as pussies. Bestiality. The beast with 2 backs. xxx. the number of the beast. One is the loneliest number that you'll ever know. Lesbian thespians. The facts about acting. The casting couch. A cast? ouch. Cows, couches, paint, and Jesus. The crux of the excruciating crucifixion. Fingernails and toenails? Passionate about manicures and pedicures, and The Cure. Holy moly. Omg. Praise the Laird Hamillton. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, hades and dental work, toys and pearls. Love of life, lol. Thrills and spills, and crooks with books, and the good life with a hood wife? Money, funny, sun, buns, and guns, hon. Make peace with your niece. Your nephew has a curfew. Your uncle has a carbuncle. Your aunt can't. Yes she can. Spank that skank! Smack him back! Get wet and hit it.
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