Crime & Punishment Journal 3rd June 2014
After having a discussion about God with the vicar at my local Anglican church (on Sunday) and after talking to my cousin Phil, who has known me all his life, and with whom I have spent many Christmases, it is clear that many people will never accept that I was Jesus, even though they are prepared to accept that Jesus was an historical figure, and they also accept that God exists. There are some in the church who insist that Jesus was God, and of course we are baptised into the christian church in the name of the trinity, Father, Son and Holy Spirit. I'm certain that I cannot claim to be God. God has many powers that I simply do not claim to have, and is present in many places I cannot go. God listens to prayers, but I do not, I listen to God. God has opened my eyes to some amazing things, including earthquakes, so if you are not yet convinced that God exists, and can control any and everything, stay tuned and you will be amazed. It is easy for me because although I lived the first half of my life following the principles of Jesus, turning the other cheek when injured, and trying to lead a moral and honest life as much as possible, I couldn't see when God actually existed. I wanted proof beyond doubt, and could not find it, even in 1969 when Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. Today I believe that the radiatio of space beyond our atmosphere should be enough to kill anybody within a few minutes, at the time I didn't make the connection. What did it for me was in 1982 attempting to work out what Einsteins Unified Field Thoery would be like, and suddenly having God remind me of things we had done together, which I had forgotten. I've also witnessed a number of miracles, such as on the 21st September 1990 being unable to breathe, but in front of several witnesses having the ability to breathe out without breathing in for several minutes, a stream of visibly white gas like steam which evaporated. My theory was that my body had plenty of oxygen, but had to get rid of the carbon dioxide. And of course I now remember, or think I can remember, because there is no proof to some that any God literally exists, walking on water, which was as hard and as solid as a sheet of glass, so that I walked in about two or three inches of water, on a flat calm sea, and there was nothing that I could do to change the fact, it was God's doing not mine.
So do I feel that the Church owes me a living? Certainly the various churches could afford to employ me, and if they really did believe what they preach, that when you make a gift of your time to help somebody who needs help, then God will probably return to you many times over what it has cost you. The churches do employ many people, and my needs a very modest. At least I could do with another $1,000 per month above what the state pays me for not being able to work. It isn't that I can't work, or don't work, except for right now because I'm recovering from rather a severe blow to the head from a tree branch I was cutting down which fell the wrong way, which has hurt my back and my chest and made it difficult to lie down and to sleep.
Ive tried labouring work, and catering work, and graphic design and so on, and I do paint and write software which should earn me an income but doesnt. More about that soon. A few pages back I mentioned genetic engineering, and I'm certain that Jesus knew what DNA and sperm were, and also had knowledge of other things before their time, such as high tensile steel, and needle and thread for sewing, and it was taught to him by his grandfather who showed him ships disappearing below the horizon that the world is round, which was common knowlege to many, even though the Roman Catholic church didn't believe it for another 1,500 years. In my book about the life of Jesus, written in the first person, but in which I do not claim to be or have been Jesus, I say Jesus knew of both white and red grapes, and until he came along, white wine was made from red grapes, and he made a huge fortune by adding a sugar solution to red grape skins and selling the fine product to Rome. Later I will say that Jesus was Michangelo before he was Jesus, and painted the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. It would be fair to say that I think I should be recognised for who I am and receive a nobel prize for peace at least, after the problem of Palestine and Israel has been solved, which it will be before the next Olympic games I hope. I've also written numerous letters to various ministers of finance expressing the opinion that a full welfare system is both essential and affordable, and funding somebody such as myself to $12,000 per year, when it costs at least $24,000 a year to live is stupid folly, and shows a lack of appreciation of just what money is, what it is for, and how it is earned and spent.
Certainly I cannot add anything to the life and teachings of Jesus, beyond the certainty by my existance that God does indeed exist and care about people, and exists everywhere in the universe, not just on our little planet in our little galaxy. My purpose is to answer the request of my father many millions of years ago, posssibly, when language was something close to being in its infancy, but animals still yearned to know whether a thing called God did exist, and whether it was possible to live another life after this one. Knowing that at least should be worth a great deal, and add meaning to life beyond what a person who does not believe in God could ever comprehend.
Before I get to a book Psychology for the Fighting Man, Penguin books, 1943, I'd like to mention Marilyn Monroe. Born Norma Jean Baker, or some other name ( Norma Jeane Mortenson; June 1, 1926 –, Marilyn Monroe was a sex symbol and film star. I'm not certain whether or not Marilyn had an affair with President John Kennedy, but I'm going to be different and say she probably did, but that it was possibly the presiden't wife or some other woman in the form of her body who did this, not Marilyn herself, and certainly not I. The thingI do want to comment on are that fact that she probably had an illegitimate daughter, and I possibly knew who that person grew up to be. As far as claiming Marilyn Monroe's career and films, yes I do odly enough, and also many of her romances, although I can't say I remember any of that, or ever had sex with a man willingly. It is clear that Marilyn had a very full sex life, and I'm merely saying this here to make people think differently about her, and women, and sex symbols. The way she died, or was murdered was tragic. I again claim that there were at least three Marilyn Monroes who were murdered by various people, and abandoned by the Kennedy family. How these three bodies were found, and hidden by the authorities including coroners, is a mystery I'm still waiting for someone to explain, as I am also the facts around the shooting of the President himself (probably by the mafia and the big mititary industrial complex) and also the death of Lee Harvey Oswald.
Early in the second world war, when my father was heading overseas on a troop ship he was given, (by me, although not directly) a Pengiun book entitled
Psychology for the Fighting man. Actually I'm just now remembering what it was like to be a cave man being hit on the head by a huge wooden club, however. This book had some tips for soldiers, such as the need to keep one's ears clean for listening when on sentury duty and so on.
Marilyn Monroe was born on June 1, 1926, in the Los Angeles County Hospital[11] as Norma Jeane Mortenson (soon after changed to Baker), the third child born to Gladys Pearl Baker (née Monroe, May 27, 1902 – March 11, 1984).[12] Monroe's birth certificate names the father as Martin Edward Mortensen with his residence stated as "unknown".[13] The name Mortenson is listed as her surname on the birth certificate, although Gladys immediately had it changed to Baker, the surname of her first husband and which she still used.
Enemy at the Gates is a 2001 war film directed by Jean-Jacques Annaud, starring Joseph Fiennes, Jude Law, Rachel Weisz, Bob Hoskins and Ed Harris set during the Battle of Stalingrad in World War II.
The film's title is taken from William Craig's 1973 nonfiction book Enemy at the Gates: The Battle for Stalingrad, which describes the events surrounding the Battle of Stalingrad from 1942–1943.[3] While fictional, the film is loosely based on war stories told by Soviet sniper Vasily Zaitsev.
How to be cautious about toileting, and how not to alert the enemy to your presence. The soldiers all read a page and passed their information to the other soldiers, rather than all reading it themselves. It had some words about psychological warfare, and near the back it had some words about the lessons to be learned from Stalingrad. At this time, (1942) the battle had not been fought. It is ironic that the Nazis also did not know that the war had been lost before it had begun, and kept fighting hoping to win, but should have read their bibles first to find out how wrong they were being, but that said, they did not have the benefit of a modern education that people today have.
There is a film called Enemy at the Gates which is an account of a sniper during the battle. I'm claiming to be that man, and also of having had a role in the movie. It is the same way that I claim to have been Russel Crowe in a former life, and also to have lived the life of the Gladiator whose story is told in the film. In fact my father received a ring from his father, and on it is the image of a castle, or tower, around the top of it a lorrel wreath, and underneath a twist of rope or bread, which is the Baker family crest meaning Strength through Honour, or in other words, strength through telling the truth and keeping one's word. It is the same family motto that Maximus had in the film Gladiator. In the opening scene oof the film, Russel Crowe is walking on the set. I was thinking as this was being filmed, is this real or is it a film, because that is how suddenly I am thrust into scenes from real life, and have to think fast to put all the facts together. That said, I have never talked to Russell Crowe, so do not know whether he also believes he was Jesus in a former life. page 16