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3610 West 6th Street, #833 Los Angeles, California 90020 August 4, 1983 Liv love -- I like that; that's exactly what everyone should do. "Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord," and "I love to tell the story of Jesus and his love." I have seen a vision of what was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. I know the experience of life after the end of the world. I live it now, to the best of my ability, which is the cross I carry, and suffer at the hands of men, and I refuse to be afraid of what they might do to me because they don't like it. What they don't like, or won't believe, is because of the commandments of men who have been led astray. When the back- biters, complainers, unbelievers, thieves, liars, murderers, fornicators, adulterers, and the effeminate have passed away then I shall be free to enjoy what I suffer for now because of the imperfection of men. This is "my own thing" I do in the name of Jesus Christ, because of the truth I know which has made me free to do it; this is my testimony, of which I'm not ashamed, and neither will I pull back, nor back down, because that would be a lack of faith in my calling, and without faith no man can please God. On NBC Monitor, either Sept. 26th or Oct 3rd, you'll see me committed to be the way I am, as I walk alone with God, having been taught by no man, as St. Paul was not taught, neither was Jesus, nor the prophets of old. The thorn in my side is that I do what Jesus said not to do, and I suffer for it, until I learn not to do it again, by working out my salvation in fear and trembling, because His grace is sufficient for me to learn by my mistakes, to create what no man has ever thought of before, and only those who are blest to see what you see will know what it is. [item clipped from newspaper:] Perry reputedly is obsessed with pop singer Olivia Newton-John, and police said he was thwarted in April when he tried to see Newton-John at her home in Malibu. I'm obsessed with you, as is our enemy, Mr. Perry. Pray for him. I'll be dropping in on your property when the public officials I ask are able to tell me where you live. That's the only thing holding me back. I don't know how Mr. Perry found out. Being that you are in the music business, and the Chamber of Commerce keeps track of businesses, then the Chamber of Commerce in Malibu should be able to tell me your address. I'll wait until after my T.V. exposure today, to give time for you to get this letter, and instruct the Chamber of Commerce people that I should be privileged with the above information. Depending upon the time of day when I come, I might ask the police (or county Sheriff) for your address, and you could let them tell me where you are, and also the doctor at the medical clinic for whom you gave a benefit performance. I'm on fire with God's love. Those who don't know him get burnt, and they don't enjoy having me around. By their fruit shall you know them. A good tree cannot bear bad fruit, and neither can a bad tree bear good fruit. The dead branches, having no fruit, are broken off, and thrown into the fire. I've been touching females the same as I do my male friends for only a short while (a month or two) and the difference between male and female is like night and day, in the reactions I see. That's why there's no equality for women in the male world. Men are stronger, and they aren't going to allow women to mess things up worse than they are now. A man who gives his heart to a woman and uses his strength to please her has made a serious mistake, and he's going to lose that girl. When he's dead I'll comfort her in her widowhood, and his kids will enjoy how nice it is without Daddy around. Till then, love, Shiloh !!!!! P.S. "Say You'll Be Mine!" 8/12/83 9:50 P.M. P.P.S.: A song says something like, "Tell her all about it. Tell her how you feel. Give her every reason to believe you're real. Tell her everything you do. She tends to worry, because it's been so long since you spoke." Last night (Thursday) I went to an all-night movie, for $1.50. When the movie closed at 5:00 A.M. this morning I went to the Transition House, at 6th & Crocker Streets, to wait for sign- up time at 6:30, and was told to come back Monday (15th) morning. I'm trying to get a bed there, because they give three meals a day, etc., and perhaps I could save my money for a motorcycle that way. I'm no closer towards paying cash for a motorcycle right now, than I was in January. I've spent every cent I've gotten so far. If I didn't get ripped-off, then I spent it foolishly, and had nothing to show for it. I've done better this month, than I have any time before; that is, I do believe that this old fool is beginning to learn how to solve these problems. A song says, "Please, please, tell me now. Is there some- thing I should know to make you come my way?" The only thing I can say is, "Make straight the way of the Lord. Help me to find your house in Malibu, as I have set down here, because I wish I was there." Another song says, "I don't know how you do it, making love out of nothing at all." This comes by doing what Jesus says to do. If you don't understand the magic, just go through the motions, and you'll soon learn what makes what. A song says, "Tell us, General, is it party time? If it is, can we all come?" Yes, it's party time. I party all day long, every day. Come one, come all. The more the merrier. Come, buy wine, milk, and honey without cost or price. The pain of a caged lion (caged by the laws, rules, regula- tions, customs, and traditions of civilized society) is unbear- able, and unspeakable, as he paces back and forth, hoping to ease the pain, and finds no comfort or relief in the movement, but it hurts worse to just sit still. He yearns to get back to the jungle, where he can move freely. 8/13/83 I wanna swing through the trees, and run naked like a monkey, like Adam in the Garden of Eden before the fall; I wanna ride with the Indians across the desert and the plains; I wanna sail the seven seas with the pirates and the Vikings; I wanna ride with the Hell's Angels, hoping to convert Sonny Barger into following me instead of continuing on his own way; I wanna treat my Eskimo friends every bit as nice as they treat me. There are no other men anywhere who will give you their wives for the night. They are true friends, and always have been, all by themselves in the frozen North, for thousands of years without a written language. The knowledge of life was passed on by word of mouth, because the sons believed what the fathers said. There was no generation gap, and a deeper, more meaningful relationship was achieved. They are the only people on earth who haven't ever fought any wars. Song: "I love it when you call me names!" Get in step, you son of a bitch! Right now, Saturday, I'm sitting (stoned on pot) in Pershing Square, 5th Street and Hill, where the lowlife drunks and bums congregate, listening to KROQ, and coughing my head off - as if I got hold of some paraquat-ladden pot. I've been thinking of how to uplift the life of a bum, and make it better for those who come to this state, that the low should become high, and the high become low, as Jesus has said. I can't tell you what I'd do. It must be seen to be believed. You gotta be with me, and watch me do it. Right now I'm listening to Magic 106. Rod Stewart is sing- ing, "I know it's gonna last forever." I'm drinking a warm beer, and smoking a cigarette which I rolled myself. I'm sitting alone, and nothing is happening, except what I've written here -- yet, my sensual, optic, and hearing nerves are giving me impres- sions faster than I can relate them. That's why most artists must suffer before they can become great. Suffering helps one to focus on a single impression, and do just that. Now, you are singing, "I'm ready to take all my chances with you." Now, the song is, "The joker is the only fool who'll do anything for you." It's true! How may I serve you? I'll do anything you ask, at least once; that's why I was an "easy mark" for anyone with an avaricious heart - until I learned to change my image, and stop attracting that sort of person to me. That's why this month is better than any time before. I just toked up another joint. Now, I'm back on KROQ, and the song is, "Who do you think you are? leading me on this way? I can't believe a word you say!" I'm like Rodney Dangerfield. I can't get any respect. I'm here to separate the sheep and the goats. The goats are those who treat me worse than anyone else (violently, to the point of blood). When the goats are ejected from the fold, and the sheep don't wish to follow them into the cold, then the sheep's manners will vastly improve, lest the same fate befall them. Like, I'm the Warden of this three-thousand- mile-wide prison and I can put you in Solatary so fast it'd make your head swim, so people must learn to live with me, if they don't wish to die. They should fear me because I can kill their bodies and put their souls in hell. I'm the Good Shepherd, because I don't run when the wolf comes. That's how Jesus Christ directs me, and KROQ just went wild! Song: "Nothing is better than this." Yes, there is some- thing better than this. Proverbs say, "Better is the end of a thing than the beginning of it." This is just the beginning. You ain't seen nuthin yet. How do you know what nothing is like? What you haven't seen (and know nothing about) is far more and vaster than anything you have seen. This is God's joke on the world. 2:50 P.M. I'd like a cup of coffee, please. I just watched a lonely man find fellowship with his brothers. Suffering is worth the trouble. 3:15 P.M. No coffee now! You've had two cups already today. If we get to feeling too good, too mellow, etc., then people will want to join us. Nobody wants to suffer, so suffering is our protection. It's better for us to remain alone than to get in with the wrong crowd, as we can't trust anyone but those with talent - those with creativity, imagination, sensitivity, and the ability to communicate these things to the audience-at-large. Rod Stewart singing, "When I fall in love again I know it's gonna last forever." He has given his heart to several women; he should learn not to do that again. 5:00 P.M.: Time for another joint. On to the Union Rescue Mission for supper. Now I'm listening to KFI-AM Stereo. The batteries are getting weak; FM reception was getting bad, and it takes less power to run on A.M. The message seems to be the same on both sides of the street. 5:36 P.M.: The song on the air was, "You're only lonely." The D.J. said, "Now we know what the problem is." Hooray! I'm glad you know! Song: "He's so shy -- and I knew I had to do some breaking through, etc." I'm shy, but I don't want to let that fact stop me from getting where I want to go, by not doing what I must do to accomplish it. If I want the Hell's Angels to follow me, then I must show them how to treat their mamas, and make them know that my way is better than anything they're doing now, or have done, and it's going to get better as I practice it and the road opens up before me. During all these hot, August days, I've been sweating pro- fusely, and I haven't had a bath for 2 or 3 weeks or so. I get a whiff of myself now and then. It's a strange odor, but it's not objectionable enough to make me want to change it by taking a bath. I get a skin condition something like diaper rash now and then, and that gets bad enough to make me bathe to get rid of it. I can't remember when was the last time I had it, a long time ago, anyhow. I feel contented right now. My belly is full with bean soup from the mission. I've been stoned all day. I'm about ready to get stoned again. I'm still coughing my head off, but it doesn't hurt as badly as it did this morning. I just met an Indian biker named Buddy, and his mama, in the parking lot across the street from the mission. 11:03 P.M. I'm beat, wasted. I'm ready to close my eyes and leave this world behind. 8/14/83 I rolled out my sleeping bag, blew up my air mattress, and slept in the parking lot with my biker friend. Along towards morning it started to rain. My biker friend ran for cover, and I covered myself with my poncho, and slept till 6:30 A.M. when I got breakfast in the mission, and went back to the parking lot where I slept until 9:30. 10:49 A.M., Sunday. I've had my cup of coffee for the day, an argument with the guy at the counter where I got the coffee. After the coffee, I got stoned, and went to sit in front of the mission. I shook the dust of the mission off my feet in front of the security guard when he made me go to the end of the fence. I walked into the alley between Main & Spring, 2nd & 3rd Sts, and found a perfect place to sit alone and do my own thing, with a young Chicano couple across the alley doing the same thing with themselves. I've got a dry mouth, after smoking pot. That's good for playing a harmonica. Now, I'm lying on my sleeping bag, watching the clouds pass overhead, listening to KFI, feeling like I'm in the studio where the music is being made, and a girl is singing, "Baby, I Like It." The next song is, "I am a rock. I have no need of friend- ship, 'cause friendship causes pain." Jesus says, "He who is not willing to suffer is not worthy of me." So, if you try to avoid suffering, it's going to happen to you anyhow, wherever you go, like Jonah and the whale. I see my face in the clouds, which becomes a runway which my craft is coming in on. The song now is: "It's alright once you get past the pain." I'd like to make a movie called, "Cheech & Chong Meet Shiloh." 4:30 P.M. I slept the day away, and ate supper at the mis- sion. Now I'll go to the all-night movie, and wait for sign-up time at the Transition House. 8/15/83, 12:48 P.M. Went to Transition House. They gave us aspirants breakfast, for the first time. No vacancies. Withdrew $50 from the bank. Went to 6th Street Box Rental. Found letter about HUD housing deal. Listening to the sound that doesn't let me see. Yes, I want the sound. I want to play with it. I love hitting you with my rhythm stick, my pen. This is the hand that David Bowie can give a voice to rule the world. I'll try to remember to work at keeping my mouth shut, as this is the way for a fool to be con- sidered wise. But, when I speak I must be forgiven by everyone. It's very difficult to tell you everything I do. Some things happen too fast for me to get them down, and there's different things happening at different levels of consciousness in different walks of life, or different classes of society. Mostly, I just observe those who can see me sharing their space with them. I like Yvonne Elliman's song, "If I can't have you, I don't want nobody, baby!" and Irene Cara's "I want to go to heaven! I want to live forever! Remember my name!" You and these would be three of the 7 angels. Linda Ronstadt's last song, "It's easy for you to say," sounds like she doesn't want to play. I'm going to stop now. This isn't the end. It's merely a stoppage to allow me to make copies for the appropriate parties, and mail them, that you may read these words. You can be sure of more to follow, because no one can stop me.


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