Greetings, Fellow Prophets!

In Antediluvian times, or prior to the year 10,973 B. C. E., this sect existed. It still exists to this very day. No, we are not speaking the same bilge about Atlanteans and Lemurians, and adding all the famous names of the past to our list to give us a built-in pedigree. We are not going to take the holier-than-thou attitude like the people that are convinced that they get messages from my alter Saint-Germain. No, because we must pity their ignorance and child-like innocence we shall leave their condemnation to the Law of Karma for having led millions astray with the swill they preach, publish and get rich from.

Everybody wants the end of the world, a savior, an antichrist. A reign of peace for the just and eternal damnation for the wicked. But - how much will they be willing to pay for such an antisocial, indeed sociopathic desire? When the paper-mills no longer produce toilet paper, and there's no more plumbing because the cost of destroying civilization is the elimination of its amenities. - They will take it for about six months or a year, and then start killing each other (provided they didn't get a head start), until some heretic will rise up and shout above the masses, "Boy, have you ever been taken! A sucker is born every minute! The Minute they got you for dupes they said, 'All in a day's work' and like old Doctor Benway they split out the side door before the whole fucking shithouse went up in chunks!"

The true prophet has no need for sanctimoniousness. We call it exactly as we see it, and if the language offends, we have absolutely no care, because it is not the prophet's duty to please people but to inform them of what they can expect when they continue to act as ever they have acted for thousands of years.

And, it is a greater one who is not afraid to be ribald, than one who pretends to be holy. And that is the measure of the False Prophet, for the False Prophet is one who knows not how to laugh, to be all people to all people, and has no respect for the truly serious and solemn and the sublime, yet pretends to be serious when it comes time to reprimanding everybody else, calling them all sinners, while he sins in his closet, and takes himself so seriously that one exposé too many eventually unmasks him and takes him out.

To be a Son of God, one must come down to the level of the Sons of Men and find them fair (fair game for pranks in some, but not all, cases!) (and not only the Daughters of Men, are to be sought, either!)

~~~Count Welldone. Past Regent of the Ordre des Illuminés Veritas.

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