Should Gays just give it up?

Being gay, I am finished trying to convince myself I am a real human being. The Republican candidate for president, Rick Perry writes, Even if an alcoholic is powerless over alcohol once it enters his body, he still makes a choice to drink,’ he wrote. ‘And, even if someone is attracted to a person of the same sex, he or she still makes a choice to engage in sexual activity with someone of the same gender.’”
http://thinkprogress…-gay-lifestyle/

Since Rick Perry is a respectable individual who seems to have the backing of our peaceful Christians in this country, I begin to doubt myself. I feel that maybe I am a sinner and do deserve to be damned. Perhaps I really am just a wretched vile sex freak. A weakling giving in to vain addictive urges. These feelings are reaffirmed by the statements of, Former Wisconsin Rep. Mark Neumann ® running for a seat in 2012. He said, “If I was elected God for a day, homosexuality wouldn’t be permitted, but nobody’s electing me God.” A year later, speaking before the Christian Coalition, he remarked, “If somebody walks in to me and says, ‘I’m a gay person, I want a job in your office,’ I would say that’s inappropriate, and they wouldn’t be hired because that would mean they are promoting their agenda. The gay and lesbian lifestyle (is) unacceptable, lest there be any question about that.”
http://thinkprogress…or-senate-seat/

This gay agenda, what is it? I guess since I am gay I must be apart of it somehow? I remember what life was like before I came out. I never had once worried about my status as a human being or an American. But as soon as it was revealed that I slept with a man from time to time I suddenly became a member of this giant gay conspiracy. According to Conservapedia, The Homosexual Agenda, or homosexual ideology, consists of a set of beliefs and objectives designed to promote and even mandate acceptance and approval of homosexuality, and the strategies used to implement such
http://conservapedia…mosexual_Agenda

All I ever really wanted was not be hated on for being with guys. All I ever wanted was to be left alone and never once did I want it legislated. But now there is a war brewing in America. For some reason both sides, the people who hate gays and the people who are gay, they are both looking for the approval of the government. The people who hate gays only want a few things legislated so they will be satisfied.

1. They oppose same-sex marriage because they feel that it would seriously damage the institution, which they regard as a special privilege to be reserved only for opposite-sex couples
2. Conservative Christians oppose allowing gays or lesbians to adopt children, presumably out of fear that the parent(s) will train their children to accept homosexuality as a normal “lifestyle” and may even influence them to choose homosexuality later in life.
3. Religious conservatives generally oppose including sexual orientation as a protected class in legislation which outlaws discrimination in employment and accommodation.
4. Many religiously conservative groups have opposed federal anti-hate crime legislation which would include gender and disability as protected classes, because the proposed bills would also include persons of all sexual orientations.
5. They oppose including mention of homosexuality in public school sex-ed classes, because to do so would typically present homosexuality as one of three alternative normal and natural sexual orientations.
6. Many promote having health-care plans remain as a special privilege reserved only for married couples
7. Conservative Christians often encourage the continuation of existing state laws that criminalize same-sex behavior.

These views are not reserved for the EXTREME RIGHT WING NUT JOB. As with all the previous quotes, this comes from a reigning elected official. During a speech, Kern said that “the homosexual agenda is just destroying this nation” and that homosexuality poses a bigger threat to the United States than terrorism. “According to God’s word, that is not the right kind of lifestyle,” and “Studies show no society that has totally embraced homosexuality has lasted more than a few decades,” http://abcnews.go.co…=4444956&page=1
Really? WE as homosexuals will end society? Based on this I have to say we as homosexuals should just stop everything right now. Totally submit to the will of our right minded brothers and sisters. In fact perhaps we could assist these people in their quest to rid America of homosexuality? What do you think we should do? Do the candidates have any ideas? They have all signed the NOM pledge which will..

• Send a constitutional amendment defining marriage as between one man and one woman to the states for ratification;
• Defend the federal Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA), which includes the traditional definition of marriage and ban states from recognizing gay marriage, in court;
• Appoint judges and an Attorney General who oppose a constitutional right to same-sex marriage;
• Appoint a commission to investigate claims of harassment against those who support marriage as being only between a man and a woman; THIS ONE IS SCARY, INVESTIGATING HOMOSEXUAL ADVOCATES IS WHAT THIS TRANSLATEs TO

http://www.lgbtqnati…arriage-pledge/

But these five bullet points are only considering issue number 1 listed above. What about the other six things the Right would like to see? How many bullet points would have to be created before those were all satisfied? But that is the thing, these people will never be satisfied. Even if all of the numbered points came to pass the Right would still have all these celibate homosexuals still populating society.

I am sure they would be glad to create camps for us to go and become straighter, but what would happen to the celibate gay people who accidentally slipped up? Wouldn’t we have to formulate some type of punishment for breaking the new laws? What would be a responsible punishment? A day in jail? Couple of weeks? Perhaps a short prison term? What of the repeat offenders? Perhaps longer prison terms or maybe some type of chemical castration? All the possibilities sound so fun to me. So just give up gay people. I can’t imagine a more blissful existence where I cannot have sex and never once acknowledge who or what I want. I am sure once the Right defines us as sinners and has the legislation to back it up, they will just leave us in peace. Nothing more will happen. So just give up gay people, just stop having sex and let the Right erase any mention of us from schools and the public discussion. Let this happen…. and see what happens.

Tejun

The Devil’s Drink

Oh the devil’s drink is so sweet, but as hell cometh crashing down I realize the impending pain will make the sweetness become as nothing.  As my soul wrenches in agony for eternity my earthly bliss will be… nothing

666

“Now Jeremiah pick up your bible.” Grandma nervously looks around as her handmade blue dress blows in the wind.  Making sure the neighbors were still walking up the steps into the white wooden church.
“I don’t want to go in there anymore.” A black haired boy becoming a man defies his only authority, grandma and god.  The hurt in her eyes, the anguish wells up with moist redness.  She is losing her grandson to him.  To his clutches.  Wonderful loving lady, treated the boy like a prince, but even her love for him ended at this.  She would feel loss, pain, but not enough to hold him close again and call him son.  Not if he was going to live in sin.
The boy turned and walked away.  The wind kicked up in a cliché way that was reminiscent of a western, bible pages turning with each gust, sitting in the dirt.  Grandma with her hands on her hips, watching as her ward walks straight to hell.  The a teary eyed boy looks back one more time, his example of love and tenderness also standing in tears, at her feet pages bare, his law, that thing that failed so horribly at protecting him.

A black haired teen toasts the coming of his twentieth year.  The fags in the bar know him in passing or sex, but nothing more.  Not one person here would stop fucking for a day if he was suddenly killed.  From across the building a presence stares.  Something that caresses Jeremiah’s face from a distance.  He thinks he hears a whisper from across the room, but it is full of hundreds of people and deafening music?   Quickly Jeremiah’s instincts hone in on the source.  Something so touching that every single thing in the universe fell away and only it existed.  The beauty emanated from a pale faced boy staring at Jeremiah.  This boy moves our birthday boy’s heart, it physically altered the beat and made him take an involuntary gasp.
The music’s beat pounds out of control, but Jeremiah is staring into another dimension, for despite the presence of probably one of the most fuckable pieces of human flesh, in the world, not one soul was looking at him but Jeremiah.  The whisper again, Morning Star.   The Morning Star looks him directly in the soul and begins walking towards Jeremiah.  Birthday boy’s legs begin moving and the crowd of shirtless fags parts like the red sea and in a writhing pit of sin Jeremiah met him.

Move to the top of a parking garage at night underneath the rumbles and flashes of a building thunderstorm.  A soft wind is blowing moving the Morning Star’s bangs, tickling his eyelids. Eyes staring, reading, broadcasting, hypnotizing…   cursing, his voice resonates and hums.  A thousand kings shouting at once would pale to the authority in one of his breaths, “I have been watching you all your life Jeremiah.”  He admires the enamored boy’s build with what appears to be pride, “You are becoming everything I have hoped for.”
“What?”
Without a word he lays three items in front of Jeremiah, an old quill sharp as a dickens, a gold coin shiny as hell and a silver hand mirror, “I have many gifts for you, but today you must choose only one.”  His finger passes over the objects and they seem to move just a twitch.
Jeremiah examines them, but quicker than most would expect he snatches up the pen.  The new friend smiles a gleaming grin and the thunder crashes above, “Wonderful.”   He stares into Jeremiah’s eyes as lightening flashes upon the entire city.  Then the rain releases in a horrifying deluge.  The fallen angel stands up.  “I have to go Jeremiah.”
He backs away, turns, and quickly heads to the edge of the structure.  Jeremiah, still on his knees, only managed a small protest, “I love you.” as his new friend leapt over the side.  Screaming he ran over peering down at a crushed human body amidst a pattern of blood looking like a snow flake.  Rain and Jeremiah’s tears, quickly blurs the intricate pattern and drags the whole thing to a drain in the street.

A black haired man sits at a desk typing away on his laptop.  He has been given the gift of gab but it flows from his fingers.  His touch is like that of Midas and the people throng to his pages in hopes of some divine message that will make them forget their slavery for a brief moment.  In return they paid him in kind and the gifts promised were boundless and heaping.
His skill was timeless and untouchable.  The way in which, Jeremiah, was able to set a pen to paper was undoubtedly and heavily suspected as divine.  Those who loved his words were dedicated sycophants, and the ones who hated him, hated him with a zeal only, Satan, could foster.  It cannot be said every man, women, and child was uttering, Jeremiah’s name, but those who did read him would never forget one single word.  Their souls wouldn’t allow it.  Many people know and assume there are messengers of God, well, wouldn’t it be logical to assume there are messengers of Lucifer?
A prophet has power in his words by how they move people.  The ones who rule this world know this, and they have become quite efficient at nipping the, ‘prophet process’ in the bud.  Like hawks they sit and watch the airways, cables, and screens, they look for those who will, simply by writing, challenge the positions they hold.  A yipping coyote can panic a herd of buffalo to plummet off a cliff, as can one pesky writer do to the entire human population.  It wasn’t long until these hawks noticed, Jeremiah, and his success.

Knuckles in his mouth, Jeremiah, cannot concentrate any longer.  He just stares off at a block wall.  The thick necked, close cut military officer asks again, “So the piece dated 07/10 of 99, you write and I quote, someone should kill that bitch.”  He flips through some pages, acting like he doesn’t know what he is about to say, “This is in reference to congressman Gourley?”
Jeremiah, is horribly wounded, but manages to speak in a raspy voice, “It’s just a story, I didn‘t mean for anyone to get hurt, you fucking douche bag.”   Jeremiah is tattered, bleeding from every orifice in his body.  He can’t remember if he has slept, he didn’t really know if he was sleeping right now.
“Sir you are aware of the Stiffords Act passed back in 2011?  You violated many aspects of this act.  Based on the ruling of a secret grand jury,  of your peers,  enough evidence was found, in your writing, to try you for inciting violence against elected officials.”  Without stopping the agent barely took a breath, “And, since harming, or threatening to harm an elected official is deemed as a act of an enemy combatant or terrorist, you fall under the parameters of the Military Powers act.”  He smiled, “That puts you here with me.  No lawyer, no trial, hell nobody even knows you are here, and it could stay that way until I deem you no longer a threat, or ready to stand trial.”
Jeremiah, mustered strength and spoke through swollen lips, “I hope you know, no matter how many people you imprison, maim, kidnap or murder, history promises, one day, you and your little fun bunch will be hung with wires with your hands tied behind your back.”
The officer stood up.  Then yelled, “Fuck this fucking faggot.  Zip up his wrists, stick a fucking bag on his head and send him to Pakistan on the next C-5.”

Jeremiah, is immersed in darkness now.  A dungeon, with no windows, no lights, just complete black.  Starving and forgotten the dark haired man weakly whispers to himself over and over in the stillness, “I have so many gifts for you.  I have so many gifts for you…”

Tejun666

A Lesson From the AntiChrist

 

 

 

There was the AntiChrist, appearing as some fairy slash demon.  Satanic and lithe, dark and tattooed, beautiful and wanton, his wings rested on the wind as it blew over the knoll he sat upon.  Bare legs in the grass, his hips were the only thing covered. A tribal covering, ancient, concealing the things anyone would desire.  This god of lust stared at the horizon of his jungle stretching in every direction for unimaginable distances.
He smirked as he saw someone burst from the jungle. An attractive lad but a frantic boy.  The AntiChrist smiled amused.  He waived at the boy and said, “Come here.”  The panting teen stood still for a moment, wide eyes, but after his breathing became controlled he stepped towards creature.
Once he stood before the resting AntiChrist the boy said, “I am trying to get to the mountain so I can find heaven.”  The AntiChrist noticed the boy did not fear him.  He had hope for this child yet.
The AntiChrist suddenly looked displeased, pointing with a fake smile, “It is right there.”  Off in the distance, a great distance, farther than Frodo ever dreamed of walking was The Mountain. Something so great and large it could be seen from the distance required to get to it.   The AntiChrist became bitter, “Go on run, run to the mountain!” He stood up with an angry pop of his wings.  “I wish that mountain didn’t exist.”
The teen gasped, “I knew you were a demon, only a demon would lack the will to see heaven!”
The AntiChrist right up to the teens face in a flash of movement. He hissed and his eyes quivered in their sockets as they stared into the teen’s very soul, “I have already been to Heaven.”  The boy noticed a glint from a forming tear, the AntiChrist spun away swiftly.  Flopping his arm, “I am a demon because I see a problem with an entire race enslaved to climbing that thing?”  The AntiChrist pointed off in another direction, “Have you ever seen the valleys?”  The boy shook his head.
The AntiChrist grinned and softly grabbed the boy’s hand, “Let me show you what the quest to climb “The Mountain” has caused.”  The AntiChrist’s touch was calming and reassuring so the boy released a sigh as the AntiChrists’ wings snapped to life and propelled them upwards.
The passenger clutched tightly to this satanic fairy as they rocketed over the jungle.  The flight lasted for only a few minutes when The AntiChrist pointed ahead and yelled over the wind, “There, those are called, The Canyons of the Damned.”  Ahead cut into the jungle were deep chasms in the earth that ran parallel to each other.
On the land between each canyon there were massive wars going on.  Screams and explosions could be heard with greater intensity as they approached the first canyon.  The AntiChrist pointed down inside, at the bottom, “You see that is the Valley of the Christian.”
The boy asked, “A Christian? What is that?”

The AntiChrist patiently instructed, “Along time ago a man found a way to the top of the mountain.  The next day someone followed him, well extend that out thousands of years and add billions of people and you have this.”  Droves of people filled the bottom of the canyon, all plodding in the same direction headed for the mountain.  Some were climbing the sides shouting for more to come down with them.  The ones in the depths marched in chanting columns, “To the mountain, come to the mountain.”
The boy was overcome with horror, “What the hell is all this fighting?”
“See those valleys over there and there.”  The boy nodded, “Those are the paths of other men who found a different way to the top of The Mountain.   Their followers carved these canyons as well.  All of these people have become trapped in these valleys worn deeper and deeper with every passing day.  These followers are unable to see anything but the walls of their canyon and the mountain off in the distance.”
The AntiChrist cringed as a bomb ripped a group of young soldiers into soppy chunks, “Being down in those canyons drives them crazy, and they actually stop heading to The Mountain. They literally climb out of their canyons and start killing each other. Look there they are throwing the bodies of the dead into the canyon to feed the masses at the bottom.”   The AntiChrist hugged the quivering boy tight and kissed his head, “Enough of this let us leave them.”  He flew back across the jungle to the very spot where they met.  Gently placing the boy on the grass but not landing himself the AntiChrist turned his head kindly.
“Just don’t get caught up in your quest for The Mountain, it can consume you and steal away any semblence of a human soul you may have.”  The boy instantly turned his gaze back to The Mountain, determined.  Stopping his wing beats the AntiChrist dropped four feet instantly but gracefully landing.  He approached the boy quickly, eyeing him, searching his soul.  Then he said, “You really want The Mountain?  You want to get there that bad?”
The boy nodded his head, “I would give up my life trying to scale it.”
The AntiChrist snarled his lip and put his hands on his hips, “Let me take you to the base of it, then you can climb the rest yourself.”  The AntiChrist raised a finger, “On one condition, once you reach the top and if you are capable of returning, I wish for you to find me.  Find me and tell me what you saw in Heaven.”
The boy nodded his head in instant agreement, “Very well.” the AntiChrist said as he snatched up the boy and rocketed towards the mountain at a very unpleasant speed.  Soon it grew outright frightening.
The boy shouted, “I am losing my grip!”
The AntiChrist snapped, “Come on kid keep it together. If I drop you now I will not be able to catch you before you smack the forest floor.  Enjoy the uncertainty of life.  You don’t need reassurance from mountains to live boy!”
As abruptly as it began it ceased.  The two were standing at the base of a cliff that would dwarf any rock face on Earth, “I hope it doesn’t discourage you that I could meet you up there at my leisure.”  The AntiChrist reached around with the tip of one of his wings and snapped the boy’s butt, “Off you go!” Walking away as the kid scrambled up the rock face the AntiChrist smiled.
Years later, many years, The AntiChrist was sitting against an enourmous gnarled oak tree that had branches the size of busses and roots the size of subways.  The AntiChrist perked up when he heard someone approaching.  To his great relief it was a young man walking towards him who used to be a boy that climbed mountains and trusted demons.
The AntiChrist asked kindly, “Well, what did you see?”
The man stood there tears streaming down his face and sobs touched the AntiChrist’s heart, the man was weeping in celebration for he had been searching for the AntiChrist for a very long time.  “I reached the top of the mountain and I could see a lake of clouds and a beautiful jungle stretching as far as I could see.  It was the single greatest thing I have ever witnessed, it was nirvana, it was heaven, it was the very placed I longed to leave.”
The AntiChrist stood and smiled, “Then now I must ask, what have you learned?”
The man smiled with a freedom and knowledge that defies understanding, “This is heaven.”
The AntiChrist hugged him, “Welcome back to Eden.”

Tejun Fowler

The Birth of the AntiChrist

What you are about to read will be composed of two different sections.  The first will be The Gospels of the AntiChrist, handed to us by his beloved apostles.  These are highly personal accounts delivered to us by the men and boys who lived with the Anti-Christ, defending him against a world of Anti-AntiChrists.  Every apostle has been covered in blood, some gave theirs, leaving behind a collection of writings that have come to be called, “The Gospels of the AntiChrist”.  To further teach us about the life of Tejun, Anti-Christ manifest, the apostles Shade, Gabriel, Paul, John, Luke, Seth, David, Daniel, Saul, Joshua, Joseph and Guy all protected him, some with their very lives, so he, The AntiChrist, could preach.

Some of the Apostles

The next text was handed to us via Tejun, in fits of manic joy he presented these documents which are now known as, “The Spirit of the AntiChrist”. The main focus of these, is a character who is a spiritual representation presented to us in a mythological style. What is he?   Imagine the physical Jesus, see him walking, talking and teaching.  Now imagine him rising from the dead, that image, the thing that went to reside in the heavenly realm you would call that, The Spirit of Jesus.
Now imagine the physical Anti-Christ.  Imagine him walking around, talking, fucking and teaching.  This is the character you will come to know through his already existing text, Passion of the AntiChrist.  Now imagine him rising from the dead, The Spirit of the AntiChrist.

The Spirit of the Anti-Christ

These tales you are holding, will teach you the history, spiritual history, of the AntiChrist.  I know you have a lot of misconceptions when it comes to this creature, but dispel them now as I deliver to you God’s word on The AntiChrist.  Firstly, he is old, very old, he was there when the first monkey began to speak, Adam.  Humanity created The AntiChrist not Satan and until recently he walked with Jesus, God and Satan.  He is an accomplished and powerful diplomat between the realms of hell and heaven.  He bridges tremendous gaps, keeping demons and angels at bay, keeping Satan and Jesus from tearing each other from limb to limb.
He loves Satan dearly and Jesus wholly.  God is his master but he answers to all and humans are his foremost consideration.  He is the personification humanity’s will to question and rebel.  Throughout our short history on earth he has visited us many times, teaching us a great many things.
Also know that The AntiChrist loves all humans and protects them from the fury that Satan and Jesus have promised through the book of Revelations.  Like Atlas he holds the world up to keep it from falling into the lake of fire.  He is our Savior, read on and you will learn of his eternal compassion and lust for us.

Many stories exist of him, omitted or erased from humanity’s lessons, until now, the stories of old shall be rewritten here, so you can all learn your true nature and above all else God’s will.

I might as well begin with the story in the Garden.  Yes The Garden of Eden.  Now most like to consider Eden a place, but I have been taught it was a period of time, an Era.  It was an Era before man feared God.
This lesson is complex so read carefully, because from this point on, you are now eating from the tree of life, one morsel at a time, hand fed to you by the AntiChrist.  The Cherub with the flaming sword does not exist. God would never send anything to harm a human, despite the fact you actually believe he would.  This false perception of The Lord God is because of the world you were raised in and the lies you were told.  The AntiChrist’s purpose and above all else your purpose in reading this book is to overcome those lies.
In the beginning there were no laws, no rules, no heaven or hell nothing was kept from humans.  God and Jesus were the architects of humanity and material existence, Satan was the creator and architect of the intangible, like happiness, now you call it desire and hate him for it.  Also you have labeled what we called denial or willful ignorance as happiness.  As Adam, the first man, took his first breath, a spirit was born from it, the proof of man’s power.  As The Spirit of the AntiChrist came from Adam’s first breath and humanity’s representation to heaven was born while the three Gods watched in awe.  The three God’s being God, Jesus and Satan, the actual Trinity.
The new AntiChrist was a strikingly beautiful creature.  Seriously, Imagine ultimate beauty , perhaps the very idea of Socrates spoke of once.  Now embody that image into a spirit creature.  A young man, give him skin, muscles, hair, bone and teeth, but please under no circumstances should you allow any blemishes that would inhibit our goal of attaining beauty.  Do you see him yet?  Do you want him yet?
Now lets make him divine, let him grow wings, large black extensions of the dark .   Now move his black hair back gently and allow horns to grace his forehead.  Allow his finger nails to become claws and adorn his smooth skin with fantastic tribal patterns and symbols.  Ahh yes see him.
Now let him float there in your mind, rotating him, appreciating every detail, see the process of his creation, play it over and over in your head.  When you were observing this child of thought did you grow to love him?  Did you wish to fuck him?  If this winged saint you imagined was truly the embodiment of true beauty like we discussed than surely you loved the thing.
Got it?  Now do this one thing for me.. Imagine him as the Savior of earth and the salvation of humanity.  Good, good, read well my beloved reader, and keep this holy “thing” in mind as I tell you of his conversations with God, Satan, Jesus, Adam, Abraham, David and many more characters that shaped our reality. Just as he was imagined in your mind at this very moment, he was thus born from Adam’s first breath.  He was created to teach you the very things you will learn today.

So back to Eden, Satan was instantly smitten with the nude little fairy.  His crumpled wings still straightening like a monarch from a cocoon.  Satan laid a tender hand on the chest of The AntiChrist and looked to God, “What is it?”
Jesus added with a curious turn of his head, “Adam has created him, maybe he is another human?”
Satan scoffed whilst raising one of the crumpled wings for Jesus to see, “He is just like us brother.  See!”
God instructed both, “Like you two, he is my child.”  God knelt down and moved the hair from the unconscious AntiChrist’s eyes, “I allowed humans one creation;  Adam’s first thought, his most pure inner impression unmarked by experience.  This boy is that thing.”
Jesus and Satan listened like children as their creator explained the reason for this new little brother, “Reality and life will be more difficult for humans than I think any of us have foreseen.  I feel a long period of time will exist where man is in much pain.  They will not think clearly and they will forget all about us.”  He grew a little angry, “They will make monsters out of us all!  Accuse us of all their crimes!”  He caressed The Anti-Christ’s chin pushing lightly on the end of it with the point of his finger.  “This thing, I will send when the time is at hand, he will teach men what they were once capable of.”
Satan smiled and rubbed the bare chest of the boy, “Can I keep him, I will watch him for all eternity with all my power.  I love him.”
Jesus playfully chimed in, “I want him.”
God chuckled, “Jesus, Satan, He will love you both more than you can imagine and you will love him just as dearly, but for now, he must reside here with Adam and Eve.  He needs to learn his true allegiance.”
Jesus asked with sadness in his voice, “He will be an enemy?”
God shook his head correcting Jesus, “He will also have a deep undying love for us. He is The Son of Man, mostly human, but capable of residing here, in our arms.  This thing would never allow harm to befall any of us.” He grew serious and glared at Satan, “But his deepest love must be for humans.  Humans will never trust him if they think he shares any allegiance with us.  He must be capable of convincing them he serves no God.”
Satan laughed, “Adam is piratically a God, all of them are?”
“No, Adam is a human, we are God’s.”  God looked to a disappointed Satan and Jesus, “Don’t fret my sons, you can come here and see him as much as you want in any form you please but your own.”
Satan smiled but God raised a quick finger, “But for now we must leave them together.”
“Why?”  both boys of God asked at once.
“So humans can learn to love him.  It will be a beautiful and ancient love, it may become concealed by time but never truly erased, like you two he will be carried through human history on the tongues of story tellers   He must become so deeply instilled that Adam and Eve’s descendants will have an inherent desire to listen to his words.  When the time comes, despite what Humans have been taught by each other, they will still hear him.”

So the days of Eden began, Jesus, Satan and God watched from invisible perches as The Anti-Christ walked with Adam and Eve.  Soon they began to call him God, and gave him all credit for their existence and all of their blessings.  Their undying love for him became complete and God said it was good.

The story of the first law is a sad affair.  The single most damaging event in the history of humans.  In fact in the history of God. Until the creation of the first law, God never knew grief. After the creation of the first law Jesus, Satan, God, Humans and The AntiChrist all learned the meaning of grief.  As the AntiChrist lived with humans God watched for many years. In front of God’s eyes hand in hand Adam and The AntiChrist would walk by still waters and discuss the questions Adam had.  He stood above them as the three cuddled under a giant broad leaf during a warm jungle rainstorm.  Adam loved Eve dearly but still kissed The AntiChrist and she adored The AntiChrist and Adam’s love as much as her own for each.  Never was jealousy a factor, never was bitterness intoned into existence.
One day while the Adam, Eve and The AntiChrist were walking through a grassy meadow under a glowering thunderhead that was grumbling but still holding in its tears God approached them.  He was going to take the AntiChrist from them because he was sure the love was permanent, he thought it was time.  Right before he was about to appear Satan called out, “Father.”
God turned to see Satan standing before him, “Are you certain they love him enough?”
God took his son by the hand and led him after the trio motioning with his free hand, “Observe Satan, they love him.”  Suddenly a lion appeared from grass in a flash it was running directly at them eyes focused for a chase and kill.  Now the AntiChrist was probably the most capable of dealing with the lion but his back was turned and the lion had him dead to rights.  Panicked Eve screamed and lunged into the lions path as did Adam.  The lion was frightened by the display and veered off to find easier prey.  It looked back at them as it trotted away quickly into the grass.  Satan smiled as God said, “See.”
Satan looked at God and simply said, “I have a test.”  God cocked an eyebrow looking with interest as Satan laid out the deal, “They believe he is God correct?”  God nodded. “I think we should tell them that he has made a law.  I don’t know forbid them to do something.”  Satan looked about and pointed to a tree, “There that tree, forbid them to eat from that tree.”
God shook his head confused, “Why?”
“What is a rule?”  Satan quickly answered his own question, “It is something that is not allowed, a rule is an invisible force that keeps us from doing certain actions.  Why does a rule have this power?”
God answered, “Because of the punishment.”
“Yes!” Satan agreed with enthusiasm. “Now if they love him and better yet if they believe he loves them, they wouldn’t for a moment ever buy the idea of him imposing a rule.  Besides they think he is God, and we all know you would never punish them!”
God nodded with a concerned look, “Of course not, a punishment contains pain, I would never willingly do that.  They should know this much at the very least.”  He put his hand on his son’s shoulder, “I will take the AntiChrist with me, you go tell the snake in that tree over there to tell Adam and Eve of this new law.”  He sighed with an uneasy breath, “Then we will watch the outcome.”
Satan reasoned with God, “I think it would be better if The AntiChrist himself told them of this law.  Or at least someone who appears as him.”
God nodded in agreement, “Very well.  Take the form of him once I call him and tell them of this supposed law.”
The AntiChrist and Adam were still excitedly discussing the encounter with the lion when The AntiChrist froze in place.  He looked directly to the heavens and his mouth fell open and his ears perked as he heard God’s voice beckoning him to come.  The AntiChrist looked to Adam and Eve and said, “I must go.  I love you.”  Before they could protest he flapped his wings bending the blades of grass.  In two strokes of his massive fully developed wings he was halfway to heaven.
Adam and Eve were deeply upset by the sudden departure of their God.  They huddled together in the plain grass field and wept as the cool wind moved the stalks in a soothing caress.  Then with a crack of thunder they were compelled to raise their tear soaked gazes and look upon the AntiChrist in all of his righteous lustful glory.  His stomach flexed and his eyes shown with a power and knowledge that almost made him a stranger.  He spoke, “Adam and Eve.”  The two were confused, his appearance was different, the feeling coming from him was unfamiliar to them, but not for a moment did they doubt he was God.  You must remember as far as these two children know, The AntiChrist is God.  Neither has been permitted to interact with God, Satan or Jesus in their physical human forms.
Satan appearing as The AntiChrist, who is believed to be God said unto humans, “Look at this tree.”  Adam and Eve looked over shaking from the fear that emanated from Satan, his voice was amplified and electronic and the air crackled around him.  Earths very atmosphere the fabric of space and time is disrupted by his presence and power, “I forbid you to eat from this tree.”  He didn’t have to accompany this with any kind of threat.  This was someone the duo believed to be God, and well he wasn’t God he was Satan.  The threat wasn’t necessary because pure unrelenting dread and anguish emanate from Satan.  Something so terrifying that it is the definition of THE FEAR OF GOD!  Is any of this coming together for you people yet?  Adam and Eve had been ordered and to their great relief the deity suddenly left.

The next thing that happened is the most beautiful part of any human.  This story has been jacked up so bad, but I assure you it was not a “serpent” who did the scheming for the fruit. It wasn’t the woman who tricked the man, no my friends it was good ol’ fashion human spirit and rebellion that led Adam to pretty much say, “Fuck this.”  and march straight up to the tree eating the fruit in defiance.  Yes after Satan left the fear subsided.  Adam pulled his shit together with the help of Eve firing a barrage of tearful questions, “Why was he so angry with us?  Why would he hurt us if we ate the fruit?”  She was hurt, broken and weeping, so was Adam.
Now wait my readers! I need to pull your focus away from Adam and Eve for a moment, do you not remember our observers?  Yes, God was watching with The AntiChrist and Jesus. Standing a hairs breath from Satan as he spoke God’s first lie.  Seems like some sicko’s right, watching all this go down without a word?  Well know that naive actions mixed with the fact; none of this had ever happened before, pretty much assured that everyone was flying by the seat of their pants.  God didn’t just stand there silent.  He wept like a lover who had just watched their partner die.  Even Satan felt the disturbance and cut the whole display short.  God was grieved at the dread on their faces, he was crushed that they did not know him.  Back somewhere in our creator’s mind he figured the lie would be sniffed out and Satan revealed where he stood.  Jesus comforted God as Satan appeared at God’s side.  The AntiChrist was helplessly watching as his beloved Adam and Eve were still standing in the middle of that field of fear.
Furious The AntiChrist turned on his family, “Why did you do that?”  He pointed to them and screamed, “Let me go to them!”  There was a pause, God looked up, The AntiChrist stepped forward and screamed as his wings burst out making him appear huge, “Now!”
Satan’s mouth dropped open and Christ quickly looked up.  God smirked and Satan grinned, “Defiant little bastard isn’t he?”
God raised a hand to The AntiChrist, the little demonic fairy’s face eased and he helped God stand.  Once all were standing God spoke, “You just gave me hope, if you can do that in our presence, defy God, then they should have no problem.”  All of them turned and looking at the pair and listened with new hope.
What were they expecting?  Exactly what happened, Eve’s grieving began to upset Adam and in a furious outburst he said, “What did we ever do? Why would God speak to us so and threaten in such a way?”  God smiled as Adam stood suddenly and stormed through the grass to the tree that had suddenly become forbidden.  He savagely grabbed a fruit and began to eat it like a starved man.  Juice and chunks of the fruit streamed down Adam’s perfect torso.  Plucking another fruit from its home in the branches Adam rushed back to Eve and practically shoved it in her mouth, through gurgled sobs she ate of the fruit.  Adam looked to the heavens and tearfully screamed, “Now what God? What will you do to me now?”
The AntiChrist looked at God in horror and almost shouted again.  As he gazed upon the face of God he fully realized he was hurting.  Hurting badly, a grief that could destroy existence.  With a stone cold voice and a look of suicide upon his lips God said, “I will go to them.”  The AntiChrist nodded in agreement, No better a thing to send and comfort than God himself he thought.  What happened next is really why you are what you are.  Seriously, your entire existence and approach to reality is wholly influenced by this next event. God appeared to human beings, it was a big fat mistake.  First off he went to  Adam and Eve before they had even gotten the juice off their mouths, secondly he happened to appear at the exact moment the storm, on earth, cracked with a force that could make ripples move through rock.  This clap of thunder would make any man duck now combined that with God appearing, what do you have, two freaked out naked little nymphs screaming in dread and running for their damn lives.  Mildly amusing isn’t it?  NO, it isn’t, this is the single most tragic event in the entire history of Man.  It is the moment when humans began to fear God.
God stood alone in the middle of the field with his arms limp at his sides tears on his face, he wobbled and then fell, Adam and Eve never saw this as they ran into the jungle.  Jesus and Satan were already getting ready to go to God when The AntiChrist pleaded, “Please take me with you!”  Satan and Jesus looked at each other confused and worried unsure of what to do.  Quickly, Satan grabbed the satanic fairy and held him close, skin to skin, back against chest, warm, arousing.  Especially when Satan softly brushes the fairy’s butt with his front.  Satan whispered quietly, “Stay close.”  Then poof all were back on earth each kneeling around God like a wounded soldier, “What has happened to him?” The AntiChrist asked in a concerned tone.
The storm cracked above them and then the ground began to move.  Not an earthquake type movement, massive waves were passing through the ground making it appear as a large swelling rolling ocean.  Satan said, “I am dizzy.”  Jesus yawned.  The AntiChrist was unaffected.  God remained still as stone.  What was happening is rather complex.  You see, God is everything, he appears in the form which I have described to you only to experience the many levels of existence that is him.  The creature that collapsed in the field from grief was God’s manifest consciousness.  When he saw his beloved Adam and Eve run away in terror he was broken.  Imagine the boy you love running out on you, the accompanying grief is a fraction of what God felt.  How well do you function when you are in agony? This God level grief affected his ability to function and well, that is very bad.  The entire realm humans call home, earth, space, the stars, all of that, started to waver.  Reality was ceasing to exist.  Galaxies were popping out like bad Christmas lights.  Eden(planet earth) began to tumble out of orbit.  The moon moved closer and closer until the two planets almost touched.  The AntiChrist looked up to see an avalanche on one of the moons craters caused by earth’s gravity.
Quickly he turned to speak but found Jesus and Satan both unconscious on God’s chest.  He picked up Satan’s hand and let it drop, it was practically lifeless and this sent a chill down the AntiChrist’s back.  He gently moved Jesus and Satan off of God.  Bending down he tenderly shook God but there was no response.  He began to weep as the planet grew dark and very cold.   Tears streamed down the face of the confused fairy, watching everything he ever knew crumble and die.  A single tear leaped from his quivering chin and splashed onto God’s face.  His eyes instantly popped open and just as quickly filled with tears.  Through the blur of his tears God witnessed his most beloved creation, reality, dying.  He quickly pulled himself together and sat up barely taking notice of Satan and Jesus’ limp bodies.  The AntiChrist helped him stand and God smiled, “Whew, I have made a mess of things haven’t I?”
He looked off in the distance and sighed, “I have to start over.”  Then he let his head drop and he wept into his hand mouth curled in grief, “I should never have lied to them.” The AntiChrist silently nodded in agreement.  Then God put his hand down and with red eyes he smiled at his beloved fairy.  He thought for a brief moment, “AntiChrist.”
The AntiChrist tilted his head to the side, “Yes?”
“Will you care for them?”
“Humans?”
“Yes.”
“With all of my being.”  The AntiChrist touched his chest with a long fingernail.
God nodded, “So be it.  I will rebuild what I have made.  I will place you at the head of it and in it.”  Jupiter passed by and a tidal wave the size of a mountain range began to move across the continent pulled by the gravity of the giant planet.  Unconcerned God continued, “You must take my power though.”
“What?”
He grabbed the fairy’s shoulder and spoke intensely, “I will give you my secret, I will place it in you, my knowledge, the thing that makes me God.”  God looked to the wall of water approaching them at the speed of sound, “Don’t worry about doing anything it will rebuild itself.  You have to carry the power for a time, I can no longer bare it, and all will be lost if I try to hold onto it.”  He smiled and hugged the boy close, pulling him in and kissing him deeply.  The AntiChrist was knocked unconscious by the kiss and the transfer of power and God said, “Besides you are the only one worthy to watch them.”

The AntiChrist awoke in the same field, the sun was high in the sky and the three kings, Jesus, Satan and God were all laid out in a line, still, unmoving.  He never felt the fury of the oceans being upset from their ancient sea beds because everything was remade in an instant.  He tried to awaken Satan, but nothing worked.  He moved to Jesus then to God, but stillness was all he was offered for his efforts.    He remembered everything until the kiss.  After a time he let them lay in the field why he surveyed his surroundings, amazed at how the sun was once again where it belonged.  Nothing appeared different than before, nothing accept an unconscious family.  His mind instantly went to Adam and Eve.  He peered at the jungle with his AntiChrist eyes and saw them hunkered in a shelter they had constructed from large broad leaf plants.  They were terrified!?  Did they remember?
He turned back to the Gods and decided to hide them away, one by one he took them to heaven by using the ascension he was now a master of.  He made a place for them, with a thought.  It was a beautiful chamber, almost a tomb, but it was a tomb for Gods built by a God.  Once he was confident of his family’s comfort and security he plummeted back into reality.  He knew that Adam and Eve feared him and he wasn’t going to frighten them again, so quietly he lit softly outside of their humble shelter.  This is the conversation he heard.
Shaking, Adam still clutched his sister, mother, lover and soul mate.  He spoke in a broken tone, like he was losing it, “God is angry with us.  He has become angered by my defiance and he almost destroyed us.”  The AntiChrist looked up at the wall of the tent barely containing a protest.  He wanted to comfort them but he was unsure if they would simply panic again.  The fear coming from the tent was disgusting to The AntiChrist.   Taking a soft step back to get clear of the confusion he thought for a moment, possibly he could simply wipe their minds of this horror.  He shook his head laughing at the stupid thought.  They would no longer be humans if he or God were to do something like that, they would be mindless puppets.  No this is reality, humans are the kings not Gods.  Reality is beautiful because of its ever evolving system of checks and balances completely independent of any guiding hand or ruling force.
Eve asked Adam, “What are we going to do?”
Rubbing her shoulder warmly, “We will not eat from the tree again, ever.  God will not be angry again.”
“Where is he?”
“I don’t know?” He stood suddenly and lead Eve outside.  He fell to his knees and clasped his hands together and looked to the sky.  Eve did the same thing, “God, please forgive us! We are sorry for offending thee, we are sorry for disobeying.”  The AntiChrist sneered and walked around to the front of the structure where the two were knelt.
“What are you doing?”  he asked.
Without turning to look at him Adam said, “I am begging for your forgiveness God.”
The AntiChrist laughed and walked into their view, “You don’t have to be-”  Their eyes were not registering his presence.  They looked directly through him.  He waved his hand, “Hey.”
“Dear God pleeeease forgive us for our sin?”
His mouth fell open once he realized they were blind to his presence.  They couldn’t see or hear him.  He yelled and flapped his wings, screaming for their attention.  Adam continued making a complete ass out of himself.  The AntiChrist fell to his knees and looked into Adam’s eyes with his hands clasped as well, “Adam you don’t have to do this.  You have never done anything to offend God!  There is no need for this Adam.  Please stand! ADAM! STAND UP!”  He began to cry as he watched Adam become a servant of God.  He watched as his beloved duo became convinced he would harm them.
Adam stopped praying as The AntiChrist still knelt weeping quietly inches from him, unable to touch him, unable to comfort him.  “Eve he has left us, he won’t come back.”
The AntiChrist hopelessly whispered, “I am right here.”
Eve wept on the strong arm of Adam as he held her head in his hand, “It will be ok Eve.”  They turned and went into the structure without a second glance at their God who knelt in the wet browning leaves and moist moss.  The AntiChrist wept for an undetermined amount of time.  As he sat there unable to interject he watched as Adam and Eve destroyed Heaven and the idea of God.  First they named their transgression against God.  They called it Sin.  Then through many questions and the philosophical nature in which humans fuck everything up they concluded that a Sin was an Evil action.  In a matter of moments, Adam and Eve had learned to Fear God, then they created Sin and Evil.  They concluded that a representation of Evil existed and he ruled over a place of punishment, suffering, eternal death.  The story of how Satan became this creature will be explained soon enough.
Of course God remained “good” in their eyes a new term apparently the opposition of evil.  Sadly since they now thought he would actually destroy them for sinning they made God into something truly evil.  A wicked punisher of those who do not serve him, with no regard for the life he so justly created.  The AntiChrist instantly feared how Adam and Eve would emulate this new persona.  Disgusted and unable to do anything he flew back to the tomb of the Gods.  He must try to awaken them and get Adam and Eve to see him.

AntiChrist or Anti-Christ

There is a game in the web site world and it is called the google rankings  game.  Let us take on the idea of keyword search, someone may type into the google search field, AntiChrist.  Now if you enter it you will be given pages and pages of links leading to websites with something to do with the Anti-Christ.

My main reason for changing the format of the word Anti-Christ is because of the Google.   It is a giant super robot that ‘crawls’ through the entire internet, looking at every site, judging it’s size, seeing if it is growing, shrinking, or staying the same.  The Great Google Bot determines which each site pertains to by using algorithms and other technical shit.  This is why you can type the words Anti-Christ into a search bar and BAM there is a list of the best sites a robot can find about the Anti-Christ.

IN the hay day of WWW.CHURCHOFTHEANTICHRIST.COM, we actually made it to the number two spot in the Google rankings for AntiChrist.  Then hacker came and destroyed the site.  So much for religious freedom.  (side not- we know exactly who you are) (another side not-exactly who you are, we have your address and we have sat outside of your mom’s house on several occasions) By the time my site got rebuilt, well we fell off the google rankings.

So now I am going to write about the AntiChrist, and I am going to use every opportunity possible to  use the word AntiChrist.  IN both formats, AntiChrist and Anti-Christ.  Some people would consider just writing the word Antichrist over and over, but you know what?  The Google Bot is smarter than that, he needs verbs adjectives and pronouns.   He needs content and links to different things about the AntiChrist.  Also the Google Bot likes it if you link to what the Google Bot considers to be respectable Anti-Christ sites.

Everyone has a preconceived notion of what the AntiChrist is.  I am here to tell you the Anti-Christ of this AntiChrist Church, is nothing like the AntiChrist from the series, Left Behind or the film, The Omen.  Forget about the super powerful overlord that rules the world with an iron-fist.  This is not the Anti-Christ I was introduced to or told about.   You see, as a writer, I have written many stories about the AntiChrist, it is a facet of my writings that I have always kept secret but soon they will all be released on this site for everyone to read.  These ‘gospels’ are all Biblical, Fantasy, Myth type stories involving The Anti-Christ.  This is copy and pasted directly from one of the hidden Anti-Christ Gospels.

  The new AntiChrist was a strikingly beautiful creature.  Seriously, Imagine ultimate beauty , perhaps the very idea of Socrates spoke of once.  Now embody that image into a spirit creature.  A young man, give him skin, muscles, hair, bone and teeth, but please under no circumstances should you allow any blemishes that would inhibit our goal of attaining beauty.  Do you see him yet?  Do you want him yet?
    Now lets make him divine, let him grow wings, large black extensions of the dark .   Now move his black hair back gently and allow horns to grace his forehead.  Allow his finger nails to become claws and adorn his smooth skin with fantastic tribal patterns and symbols.  Ahh yes see him.
     Now let him float there in your mind, rotationg him, appreciating every detail, see the process of his creation, play it over and over in your head.  When you were observing this child of thought did you grow to love him?  Did you wish to fuck him?  If this winged saint you imagined was truly the embodiment of true beauty like we discussed than surely you loved the thing.
      Got it?  Now do this one thing for me.. Imagine him as the saviour of earth and the salvation of humanity.  Good, good, read well my beloved reader, and keep this holy “thing” in mind as I tell you of his conversations with God, Satan, Jesus, Adam, Abraham, David and many more characters that shaped our reality. Just as he was imagined in your mind at this very moment, he was thus born from Adam’s first breath.  He was created to teach you the very things you will learn today.

This is just the beginning of the first story.  I am actually excited to be posting these Gospels for you all to read.  I cannot explain anything really, but I can tell you the AntiChrist in my stories, the Anti-Christ that I will be showing you is something you will all learn to love and adore with all your heart.

welcome to the AntiChrist Church and enjoy the Gospels of the AntiChrist

with love go in peace, Tejun

AntiChrist Church Gets 300th Member

****The Anti-Christ Church was a brain child of mine back in 2003.  I actually filed the church with the Secretary of State for Oregon, and it is still a viable entity.  Although writing is my primary focus, this is something I did create and I think should be shared.***

 

What is the AntiChrist Church going to do?  Scary question, well the answer is much more terrifying.

The AntiChrist Church must establish influence.  Influence is the key, not numbers.  Do you think the leaders of the world are more than three-hundred?  Look at the Jewish nation, they have considerable influence in the middle-east despite their population.  One more notable piece of evidence is China’s precarious state of affairs, although heavily populated they are not a world leader, yet.  You must understand our numbers are enough to grab the attention of anyone, so this issue shouldn’t concern us greatly.  Our influence will bring numbers, if that is what I ever decide to do.

The Anti-Christ Church’s original 300 members are very dear to me, and you have all made history.  Everyone of you will be remembered for thousands of years, because you put your name on this organization.  Only an educated few have begun to realize we, THE ANTICHRIST CHURCH, have created a real viable cultural entity.  Through us it has been born and I don’t believe it will stop.  This Cultural entity has many heads, and it rises from the sea first, the Anti-Christ Church, because we are telling the world the AntiChrist is here in OUR Temple.  We are an organization because we are going to politically and legally make a move on the religious right that will make it tremble.  If they attack with violence we will show them The AntiChrist is really here.

WE are nothing at all at, and the very same moment  The AntiChrist Church is a symbol and and Idea and that will grow across the nation representing our collective will.

Tejun Fowler

Anti-Christ Church Evangelist Guide

 

 

 

****The Anti-Christ Church was a brain child of mine back in 2003.  I actually filed the church with the Secretary of State for Oregon, and it is still a viable entity.  Although writing is my primary focus, this is something I did create and I think should be shared.***

AntiChrist Church Evangelist Guide

I am creating a new position in the Anti-Christ Church!  It will be an Evangelist Position.  This position has always been a possibility for the Anti-Christ Church, but recently some signs have shown me an evangelist position may be a constructive thing.
I had two chance encounters with Mormon boys, missionaries, meeting, arguing, then me, almost in tears, walking away.  This failure in the ministry of The Anti-Christ has compelled me to refine my own argument and tone so that I may effectively turn these Mormon Missionaries away from Mormonism.          .

1. CHECK YOUR ANGER

An anger rises up inside of me every time I hear a young boy tell me the laws that were whispered to him since infancy.  You must check this anger, you cannot convert anyone by smashing their face or screaming at them.  True you may get them to confess and even act like they have converted, but in the end they will betray their new faith the first chance they get.

*CHECK YOUR ANGER, IT IS USELESS IN THIS SITUATION!
* IF YOU CANNOT CHECK YOUR ANGER JUST WALK AWAY!
My anger has been in check for millenniums and some religious argument will not be the catalyst for it’s release upon the earth I can guarantee you that.

2. EMPATHIZE AND TELL THEM WHY

You see religions are oral traditions, as old as the fire pit, now used to control humans and feed off of their blood.  The person you are probably
confronting is nothing but a victim of the religious institution.

You must teach them how this has happened to them.  Consider yourself as a liberator, for your purpose is not to gain a new Anti-Christ Church member, but to release a soul from religious control.

I have found compassion is the best way to come at anyone of
a religious nature.

3. EDUCATE YOURSELF

When you try to free a religious soul you are combating an existence explanation that millions and sometime billions have decided to serve.  Some even kill over it.  It most likely has hundreds or thousands of years worth of history so do not underestimate it’s hold on the victim.
In learning of religion’s past you will find out one interesting thing.  All religions do the same thing.  In their base parts they are all the same, hell most of them have such similar histories that they could be the same damn thing!
Most religious people are a tool of the exact same control system.  Once you learn the dynamic of this system you will be capable of taking it on with confidence and success.

I built the Anti-Christ Church to demonstrate the processes of religion.  So it could be used to eliminate those processes.

4. DO NOT GET CAUGHT UP IN THE THEOLOGY

Sometimes if you get into arguments where the Bible says this and God says this, you will become totally defeated.  The theologies the major religions use have been refined for thousands of years.  They are like the floor plans of a casino, once you enter, good luck finding your way out.
Arguing the details of a fairy-tale is fun but in the end it will still be a fairy-tale.  When confronted with questions and reasoning of this nature just point out how the theology is used to keep them devoted.

The AntiChrist Church has it’s own fairy-tales, teaching you to be free from religious institutions, but by no means are any of the characters to be served or revered.

5. BE READY FOR A WIDE RANGE OF REACTIONS TO YOUR MINISTRY

Although this whole document was inspired because I became angry I must warn you, sometimes you will be confronted with intense bitterness and murderous rage.  Some will come at you with compassion or some type of pseudo intellectual approach.  But most of the devoted are not studied up at all and easily plucked from the flock.  In fact I really believe most people inherently want a reason to say, I am free.
Don’t be scared of the angry ones, just walk away, or let them assault you and have them thrown in prison.  Perhaps a news story would be generated to show the nation that our religious extremists are just as extreme and not the loving mass we see on TBN.
Be safe above all else and be respectful, they will hate us enough for converting them.  There is no greater damage that can be inflicted upon the religious institution than a loss of a member.

Remember my little Evangelists, our number one goal is to convert the faithful.  Only through this will the foundations of religion crack and crumble..

Charter of the Anti-Christ Church

****The Anti-Christ Church was a brain child of mine back in 2003.  I actually filed the church with the Secretary of State for Oregon, and it is still a viable entity.  Although writing is my primary focus, this is something I did create and I think should be shared.***

Official Charter for The Church of the AntiChrist
Created May, 30, two-thousand and seven

The authors- Tejun Fowler, AntiChrist  The Apostles Shade, Gabriel, Paul, John, Luke, Seth, David, Daniel, Saul, Joshua, Joseph , Guy

The  Anti-Christ Church’s Mission Statement-
The Anti-Christ Church exists to provide relief from religious tyranny in the form of education and the creation and distribution of tools to defend against the religious mindset.

Section One-

Article One- The Anti-Christ Church Structure

-There shall be no leaders
-There shall be no structure
-There shall be no established codes or guides of conduct
-There shall be no admission standards
-There shall be no tithe
-There shall be no required ceremony or practices
-There shall be no holy or divine articles including texts
-There shall be no followers

-These standing  Charter statements contained in Section One  can never be challenged or changed, anything else is not The Church of the AntiChrist, and only some self-serving fool who wishes to control you.

-The Anti-Christ Church will never confirm or deny the existence of any deity currently in existence through religious stories or by eye witness account.
-The previous will also be maintained in the advent of the creation of or a new witnessing of any type of deity

Section Two-

Article One- Formation of  The Corporation

- The Church shall form a corporation called PoftheAC
-PoftheAc will be divided into the Investment Division, Publishing Division, Political Division, Promotional Division, Good Works Division and The Security Division

Article Two- The Investment Division
-Shall be responsible for all financial and logistical aspects for the entire corporation
-Shall be responsible for employees of the corporation and all aspects pertaining to corporation business
-Shall never determine the direction of any other aspect of the other divisions choices pertaining to their specific division
-Shall act as a facilitator to the other divisions making their operations run smoothly

Article Three- The Publishing Division
-Shall manage the production and distribution of all current novels and future novels to be produced by Tejun Fowler and  The Apostles.
-Shall actively search and accept  submissions from other potential authors

Article Four- The Promotional Division
-Shall handle all promotional activity for the Publishing Division, Political Division and the Good Works Division.

Article Five- The Political Division
-Shall peruse political reform in areas concerning religious oppression
-Shall form groups and movements within voters to facilitate voter action and responsibility
-Shall form groups and movements concerning the “Underground Railroad” out of oppressive countries
-Shall  obtain grants and political backing for all projects associated with The Church of The AntiChrist

Article Six- The Good Works Division
-Shall construct a ranch called  “The Sanctuary” and maintain it for the care and shelter of homeless youth cast from their homes for their religious beliefs or sexual orientation
-Shall form a private school  of the highest standards to educate the tenants at  The Sanctuary
-Shall help put into motion any good work that a tenant of the ranch or member wishes to attempt

Article Seven- The Security Division
-Shall form a security company called “The Praetorian Guard”
-Shall actively recruit ex-military homosexuals and lesbians for the guard of  The AntiChrist and employment through the The  Praetorian Guard
-Shall train any tenants of The Sanctuary who wish to join The Praetorian Guard
-Shall  protect the wards, facilities and assets of The Church of the AntiChrist including but not limited to, The Tenants, The Apostles and The AntiChrist

A Little History First (a poem)

A little history first,
a poem born to fill curiosity’s thirst.
I have not always been a fishermen,
At twenty-eight years old I have been many men.
First and foremost I am a cowboy
A rope and a pony were my first toys.
Horses and cows were a daily part
Amongst other aspects of the cowboy art.
Wandering in mountains with wise old men,
Trailing a herd, getting snowed in, this was my youth, my roots. Standing atop mountains with my horse watching sunsets was par for the course.
By fifteen I had been bucked off, stomped and kicked, had my leg crushed in the town of Madras.
I chased a Buffalo on horseback, at a dead run like Plains Indian, and before the day was over, I did it again! Whooo!

When I was eighteen I had a career shift,
Instead of a cow herder I became a cow murderer.
Killing and bleeding, Killing and gutting, killing and cutting, killing and slicing, killing and sometimes crying.
Covered in my old friends red mist, I shackled their twitching legs to a hydraulic lift.
Don’tjudge this blood soaked monkey, Every dead cow went to fill your tummy’s.(pause and look) (pat tummy)
Then one day in tears I left my knives on the floor
and began my career as a corporate whore.
I moved to the city and donned a tie and slacks, shoved into a cube like chickens in a laying rack.
My life went from saying Haa yup, and Hey Cow to
How may I help you sir? How would you like to pay for that?
Needless to say I grew quite nauseous, unable to figure out how to be ok with this process, I longed for open spaces and honest faces.
In a cubical maze the only thing I found were ass-kissing, ladder climbing rats and soulless punks with supervisor hats.
I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I was doing was dying, like a wild shark in a water park, I climbed to the top of a parking garage and longed to jump into the concrete mirage.
Needless to say that wouldn’t have been profitable, so the corporation locked me up in a mental hospital.
After a time I was charged a fee and they finally set me free, I descended right past the office buildings onto the street and I began to sell myself like piece of meat.
Then came the drugs, ecstasy, meth, heroin and coke, slowly compounding until my blood was replaced with dope. Marauding around weighing 128 pounds, treacherous as a pirate and higher than any test pilot, I became something I have been every since those on the street bestowed me the title of Faggot Prince.
Dont be sad, I am not, this was a turning point, a necessary evil, allowing for a poet and author to emerge from this walking devil.
Amidst my frantic highs I started writing about the signs words became my toys and joys, I was pretty damn good with a pen and a paper, so I left my career as a drug-dealing stripper.
With new purpose, walking from the streets I made it to the beach and alas floating on the water I found sanity within reach.
Each day I gladly leave you all here, without the slightest bit of longing or fear.
Instead of drugs, the ocean and the sun give me my inspirations, and when I come back I write it down into a neat little presentations.
Fishing for money and writing for fun, submitting to publishers and reading between crabbing runs, this Faggot Fisherman Prince is becoming something that the world has never seen, and my friends this right here is only beginning.

The Tejun

A Boy(a poem)

A Boy

I am going to impart a tragic story, One that belongs to a boy named Corey
Young and blond, full of life, nothing short of the perfection promised by a plastic surgeon’s knife.
Six pack from hell an ass shaped like a bell, a mind full of dreams lost to the Bibles extremes.
He went to college in the East, Ivy league truly an American master piece.
As with some boys in school, he tested his preference in the youthful experimenting pool.
He found what was always hidden by a Christian upbringing, a desire that makes angels
stop singing.  Fopa and unmentionable, ignorable, and abominable, despite this his desire was real
and so Corey ate of the homosexual meal.
Miles away from mom and dad the Christians who brought up this fag…
Teaching him to hate himself with the fury of a God, teaching him to smite himself with an Iron Rod.
Guilt built and compounded, he couldn’t face the moral code that had been pounded into his head
until all reason was dead.
The teachings of the Bible worked and this sinner began to come uncorked, afraid of discovery, shamed
into hell, by Christians urging his holy recovery.  Tears and doubt, taught by a verse, I like to call
Leviticus’s curse.
Spring break came and Corey returned home, to see he parents who were in the know.
When he arrived, he didn’t receive a hug, instead he was ushered into the living room with an angry tug.
There was his whole family, a priest and some friends all there to help this boy bring his gayness to an
end.
After about two hours he must have grew weary of the yelling and rebuking, the tears and the pleading,
the shame that his father said he brought to their name.
He stood to go to the restroom but instead went to his fathers room, rustled quickly through a drawer
and pulled out a nickle plated 44.
In tears he took labored steps to the backdoor as so not to make a mess on his mom’s floor.  He sat
on the family picnic table, opened his mouth and put the gun in, his friend came out the door in time to witness
this faggot’s end.
Rejoice Christians, another faggot has fallen to the Leviticus’ curse… You have proven your god’s worth
Your Bible is so powerful it can kill, the truths you teach us and worship are killing still…
Every timeyou tell me the Bible is truth, I remember the proof,
A screaming mother and a weeping father, shaking an opened mouth limp boy who was never once been a bother.
I think of that bloody picnic table, like the damned alter of Abel, the shiny gun in the grass,
all because the Bible says you can’t have another mans ass.

Tejun Fowler