Religion, War and Barbeque

By David Estrada

Sci-fi romp through an alternate Earth. zombies are not portrayed in the traditional fashion. it starts off like this: My Dad died several months ago. He was a pure man, real salt of the earth and the demons took him. Joshua Woods was seventy-two; the coroner’s report said he died in his sleep of natural causes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Estrada
• Release date: May 26, 2011
• ISBN: 9780557307708

David Estrada

Born on December, 4 1975. Lives in Anaheim, California.

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Religion, War and Barbeque

By David Estrada

Religion, War and Barbeque

Copyright David Estrada 2008

www.psychodave001.webs.com

978-1-387-81770-2

That this work may pay homage to the Blessed Trinity and for the benefit of all life…

Someone told me that nothing is impossible because the word says I'm Possible to which I replied: 'Equality is Possible'.

…for My Family

Sometimes the things that save us are the same things that destroy us. Often the converse is also true

Religion...belief in a personal God or gods entitled to obedience and worship. War...harmed hostilities, especially between nations; conflict.

Barbeque...a common misspelling of barbecue...meal cooked over open fire, often out of doors.

Part 1: The Vestigial book of Judah

Can't believe in you

Rosemary and Joshua Woods were Botanists. They had three boys: Jujuba, Judah, John. I was with my mother one evening after Sunday night mass. Jen was there. She insisted her name wasn't Juniper. But it was Juniper, like the tree.

When we went to church, I could almost hear my mom praying for god to make it better down here. She would pray to Mary and all the saints for our sinning hearts. I hope he got her letter. My brothers turned away from religion...off to college and the military to bring death with new diseases and guns. You're the images of God, she would tell us.

Jujuba goes by the name Joe. He found a way to reduce the price of beer in New Mexico. He has never needed to write a letter to god. He plays god making diseases and curing them. Father, Son and the Holy Ghost...help my family. They seem not to believe in you, God.

The truth is that John maybe the most normal of us. Well, he's a psychiatrist in Detroit. He and Joe broke mom's heart when they told her they didn't believe in God.

Jen is coming I want to surprise her with my writing after a year.

UNTITLED

My Dad died several months ago. He was a pure man; real salt of the earth and the demons took him. Joshua Woods was seventy-two; the coroner's report said he died in his sleep of natural causes.

I know it was the demons. My mother cried for several days. I stayed in a sort of daze. They painted him to look as though he were alive. His veins and bowels were drained of matter and a plug inserted into the anus. Formaldehyde injected. His body placed gently into a mahogany casket.

My mom was certain that dad and St Matthias were smiling upon the ceremony in Downey. The priest looked very ghoulish...l used to know all the priests by first name. Since I stopped attending mass I see them for what they really are: demons, minions of Satan.

Joe and John were social butterflies...they eulogized him and carried the casket. I couldn't get close to it. It was the work of the devil. Being in the church was some sort of miracle. God works in mysterious ways, they say. The ceremony revolved around the resurrection. If only they knew what the resurrection was. Time stops when Jen is around...

She is the miracle I need. I see the light of god in her eyes. I know it is not false; this is how we will defeat Satan. We will cast Satan out of this hell and we will create heaven on earth. Truth and Love will defeat the lies of Satan.

Jen and my mom are coming, and I've just started this journal.

Mom and John think writing this journal will help me deal with my father's death. I titled it untitled thinking I could add a title later. It just dawned on me that the title Untitled is still a title. I just got into this religion called Gnosticism. One of the tenants is that through sex I become enlightened like Jesus. I plan to put the light of god into Jen tonight. This whole thing is just a passing point in my catharsis since dad died.

John prescribed me some meds today. He thinks that I'm depressed and my thoughts are telling of Schizophrenia. I think he's the one who's crazy. I know that I'm not god. I am just the eyes of god. People are how God experiences the universe.

My brothers are staying in town for a couple of weeks. John convinced Joe to come visit. Apparently, he needs special military clearance to come visit since the accident in New Mexico. His girlfriend is very beautiful. Scientists, they work on viruses for the military. I'm not telling John another single thought out of my head.

Jen is coming down the hall. She's singing it means she wants sex.

John loves Barbeque. He lives in Houston, now, before it was Detroit. I liked it better when he was in Detroit. He was far enough away that he did not meddle in the family affairs. Today we are going to grill some pork chops and burgers.

Joe has always had the greatest green eyes but today in the light of the barbeque, the shone like emeralds. Joe recently met with the President. Joe Says ol' Bill is quite the diplomat and host. Victoire, I think she's French or something, but it may be hard not to cry out her name in mid-coitus. It is such a beautiful name and her voice like an angel. I should delete this before Jen reads what I think of my brother's girlfriend. I caught my brothers in mid-sentence talking about a new virus. Joe seemed very excited and squeezed Victoire's hand a little too hard. I saw a skin irritation on Joe's wrist. Mom pays no attention to what I say; neither does any of my family.

I took John to the airport today, good riddance. I don't think I'll continue the medicine John gave me, quack.

I tried to explain today how the same President has been running the country of the past 200 years. They don't get it. Over five thousand years ago, I created the world and shortly thereafter Satan killed me the first time. It's so simple...rational even. Why can't people understand it? I'm God, the creator of everything. It's just that Satan somehow has more power than I do, and I can't regain control of this world.

It's maddening they want the whoremonger to come back to town to evaluate my behavior. Strangely, Juniper sings wildly when I'm like this. So out of my head that all I can do is type. My mind dances between the Earth as I see it and the Eden it once was.

Jen told me once that she knew she liked me form the start. This is how women work, she says. I'm paraphrasing of course but really, women one way or another figure out they will fuck a man in the first hour of knowing him. It seemed senseless at the time but there we were fucking in the girls’ showers of her High School.

That is how we got Ruth.

The children are hoping for a heart attack

The human-interest stories...Rosemary Eve Woods May 5, 1937-June 12, 2009...is what the obituary would read but for now everyone thinks she is visiting John in Detroit. John is a hard man to reach being a Psychiatrist and all. I scratch at my nose.

I counted the devils on the match as I lit a cigarette. I took up smoking when dad died and since mom died, I smoke twice as much. Jen hates it. But she loves barbeque. A Grade A cannibal she is becoming. We went jogging to today after I read the morning scores. We saw a wino; I wanted to tear his heart out. It would have been a cheap shot. But I could have feed it to the dog.

Stupidity, this guy could lift himself out of the gutter, but he has fallen into the bottle. Those guys are worse than crack whores.

Truth is stranger than fiction...pictures to shock.

The streets are filled with conspiring demons.

My brothers were hoping that mom would die the way dad did. Natural causes...a heart attack in her sleep. But this was not the way god would have it. I need to set out some rodent traps today.

Homicide...l like to think of it as euthanasia. I slid a knife into her left lung. I snuck up behind her as though I were going to kiss her on the cheek, which I did. The lung collapsed, and I let her body down. I cradled her until she suffocated. She had been getting to curious and I overheard her on the phone with John.

My whole existence is flawed

This will bring you closer to god, my father said to me as a child. We went hunting for the first time when I was five. By thirteen, I knew how to gut and bone a deer in the field. It was better than sex. Killing is far better than sex...

My dad would often say. Son, we fucked that buck good. He was a funny man making jokes about hunting. One day I killed a pregnant doe. It was a sort of accident...she knew I was there. I was upwind of her she could smell me. She let me...she let me violate her. Somehow, I felt that I desecrated Mother Nature. The same sort of feeling I got when Jen and I fucked for the first time at prom.

Bob and I go hunting, once and a while. He got me a new Gloc the other week. What really brought me closer to god was when Jen and I fucked after prom. She liked it sort of violent. Fuck me like an animal, she said to me. She says it often still. It was a popular song at that time. Jen still loves that song. Now that mom is visiting Joe, Jen can stay here with me. You let me violate you, Jen.

Church is a desecration when god does not live there. Men of god bring the word of the American Satan, the only Satan. She brings me closer to being...god. Satan is tormenting god in this hell. I have to find a way out. I must learn to defile the demons. In high school, she said sex brought her closer to god like that one song...but I am god, she has always been near me.

I disconnected the house phone and changed my cell phone, after work today. I don't want Joe to know what I did with the demon that replaced our mother. Joe was fond of the demon. She let me do this...l used an ice pick under the arm...right into the