A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: Bobby…
Hey!
Hey, man.
Bobby: *Looks-up, as he sits on the floor. Sees a demonic vision.*
A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: I love…you.
Bobby: *just stares at him.*
A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: I love…GOD.
*He laughs, for some reason*
Bobby: *Laughs*
A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: Do you?
Bobby: Yeah.
A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: Cool!
See…I knew you were down!
*He laughs*
Bobby: Yeah.
A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: Hey! Wanna go praise Jesus with me?
Bobby: Sure.
A white, middle-class, Pentecostal Christian: COOL!
Let’s DO IT!!!
*He rubs the palms of his hands together in anticipation and begins jumping up and down.*
I’M AM READY!!!
Bobby: *Laughs and nods*
*smiles*
*stands-up*
The two men walk off together. And actually, suddenly, Bobby does actually seem happier.
They walk into a small, private worship room. In a wealthy man’s house. Fully-loaded with speaker systems, lights and a stage.
It’s in Montana. Hidden away in a huge estate.
This man, this 30-something white male Christian, is a high-ranking member of a mega-church. He’s actually a very sincere Christian, as far as I can tell.
Bobby: *Begins jumping up and down. It’s incredibly awkward looking, but…he claims he’s been “baptized in the Holy Ghost” and that this is his form of worship. Actually, his unique form of spiritual warfare.*
After a few songs, they finally sing “Agnus Dei” by Micheal W. Smith. And while several other people stand around with their hands lifted or in prayer, Bobby stands there staring at everyone else.
I would be offended. Or worried. Because he seems hostile. But the people there…seem…totally OBLIVIOUS.
He may even be snarling. Bobby, that is.
Listen to “Agnus Dei” by Micheal W. Smith.
It’s a very…anointed song. Actually. Anointed by the Holy Spirit. I don’t actually prefer when Micheal W. Smith himself sings it. I prefer when a church sings it. There’s something incredibly powerful, in Christianity, about a group of real Christians singing that song. Devoting their selves passionately in submission to His…hope. The salvation of Christ. It’s submission to…His authority. But not for nothing.
Amy Grant: I’m in love with the idea that Lacey is ugly. I’m sorry. But I am.
Yes. If there’s an Illuminati, I’m in it. Duh!
So is Micheal W. Smith.
A Catholic: I did not see that coming.
Amy Grant: Why?
A Catholic: Because you’re not that popular…
Amy Grant: Yes. I was…
A Catholic: In all honesty, I’m not that familiar with your songs.
Amy Grant: Okay.
Well…-
*She scoffs*
A Catholic: *Laughs at her.*
Amy Grant: *Is sincerely hurt and offended*
The song ends.
Bobby is laughing now. And smoking pot. With two of the guys who just did worship.
Miley Cyrus: Lacey? Lacey knows that people who worship Jesus in that setting…always do stupid shit?
*She laughs*
Man! People can surprise you.
*She seems honestly shocked*
The guys and Bobby have a few laughs. All of them have decided that they’re perfectly fine doing drugs after worshiping Jesus.
Prince Andrew: Did you…actually…worship Jesus?
Bobby: *ignores him.*
Lacey: I don’t think he did.
A Norwegian: Is Bobby…serious?
The CIA: We’re worried he is…
A Norwegian: Should he be smoking pot right now
The CIA: ABSOLUTELY NOT.
The thing is…there’s nothing we can do.
We’re “remotely viewing” this. Lacey through the Holy Spirit and us through various religions, so to speak.
No, he’s concerning a lot of people, right now.
A Catholic: How can it possibly be the Holy Spirit?
The CIA: It’s what the entity…or…whatever you want to call it…always identifies itself as. To Lacey and to us.
A Catholic: Huh.
Lacey, do you prefer Mass?
Lacey: Yes!
A Catholic: I can’t-
And at that Prince Andrew tries to molest Lacey’s daughter. Psychically.
Prince Andrew: I suspect that she’s my cousin.
His father: Ahh!
Lacey obviously protects her daughter. Completely keeping her away from him.
Prince Andrew: Evil amuses me.
God: It’s very sad.
A part of him really cares about people and a part of him wants to do evil, and a part of him is completely insane.
I have, of course, kept Lacey and her daughter safe.
A reader: Is reincarnation real? Because if it is, I’m worried that it is his cousin and I’m worried that she’s safer with them that she is with Michael W Smith?!?!
God: Yup.
You figured it out.
She was also safer with the Catholics, even though she’s not Catholic. Where she is is fairly safe right now but there’s a reason she’s terrified.
Lacey’s neighbors: YEAH?
What THE HELL!??
God: It’s not safe to explain but, real love is me false love is not.
Lacey’s neighbors:  Why are you doing this to her? 
The CIA: To be honest with you it’s because Lem Billings, her twin flame for eternity, shot JFK. I mean, that’s the ultimate answer. I could mince words, I could try to bullshit you, to give you an answer that you wanna hear, but that’s actually what it is.
We picked her because she pissed-off people who were clinging to power about 10 years ago.
Lacey’s neighbors: I suspect that you did the same thing with Matt?
The CIA: Yes. I don’t know if there’s reincarnation, but I think there could be and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s the same people.
Lacey’s neighbors: *nodding*
But surely they must understand that we’re not Irish anymore, right?
The CIA: I think no.
I think that they are very selective and what they choose to believe. Lacey has a fully functioning view of her Christianity. That’s perfectly legitimate. I like to think I do too. They are all over the place.
A Nesheim: *laughs*
Do you want my son?
The CIA: No we do not want your son as a sacrifice. Actually, that’s not true.
We did.
I personally don’t, but there are people in the past who did.
The Nesheims: So you don’t want honor the agreement that we made?
The Illuminati: WHEN!?
The Nesheims: In the 17th century.
The Illuminati: What was the agreement?
The Nesheims: You should know that!!!
The Illuminati: What was the agreement?
The Nesheims: Honestly? That we could rape and pillage all we wanted. As long as…we respected each other. As long as YOU were shown respect…by the Nesheims.
If WE disrespected you…you could stop us.
Now, what does that mean? It means… you can’t keep bothering us. And you can’t keep eyeing our oil.
Because I’ve checked. And we’ve fully respected you. I’m sorry!
The Illuminati: What happens if we break the agreement?
The Nesheims: We get to kill you all. YOU all.
We’ve been VERY, VERY patient.
…
Bobby…is swaying…with several of the guys. They’re under the impression that they’re all “basking in the Holy Spirit”.
…
The Illuminati: Did we make an agreement with Simon Johnson, the Norwegian author.
Simon Johnson: YES!!!!!!!!
I’ve trying to tell you all that for YEARS
The Illuminati: We’re listening to Casi. Because we trust her.
And she keeps telling us to ignore you.
Simon Johnson: I KNOW.
The Illuminati: What was our agreement with you?
Simon Johnson: Obviously not to harass me.
You do still comprehend that? Or no?
The Illuminati: SHIT!!
That’s why Charlie Kirk DIED!?
A Nesheim: YUP!!
None of us decided that. The demons that made the agreement decided that. Because they were bound to it and that’s who they decided to target.
Bill Rhea: I’m not finding this funny. I’m a very important professor and my wife is a doctor and we’re very rich. The way that she chooses to impersonate old money…is egregious to actual society.
The Illuminati: *snickers*
None of what she says is made up actually, sorry?
Bill: Is this actually what I’m saying?
Bobby: I choose to harass you because you found her attractive and I make you think that I’m cool.
*He cracks-up laughing*
You remind me of LEM! …EXCEPT YOU ARE SHORT.
Bill: Why does my wife look like Mary Richardson?
Bobby: BECAUSE I AM OBSESSED!!!
*Says Bobby, smiling a HUGE grin*
Bill: Okay. But why?
Bobby: *Looks serious*
Because I’m obsessed.
Bill: Okay.
But I love my wife. Your wife…hung herself…
Bobby: So?
Bill: So…you’re not ME.
Bobby: *just stares at him*
Bill: What are you thinking right now?
Bobby: *Takes a deep breath.*
I’m thinking about Jesus.
Bill: Same!
What verses come to mind?
Bobby: *Smiles*
I’ve been waiting…-
Bill: *looks flustered*
Lacey: For what?
Bobby: THIS.
Lacey: FOR WHAT!?
Bobby: *smiles, high*
Lacey: FOR WHAT!?
Bobby: *FROWNS*
SEX!!! *He yells*
Lacey: Wow.
With Bill Rhea?
Bobby: *Thinks, steadies himself*
Lacey: He’s about your height.
Bobby: *Blinks*
Lacey: *Waits*
Bobby: He’s HOT!
Lacey: Does he remind you of Lem?
Bobby: Yeah…
*He looks whimsical and distant*
Lacey: I don’t think it’s going to happen.
Bobby: *Looks mad*
Lacey: How did…worship…go?
Bobby: I DID IT?
Lacey: Hmm.
…
Listen to “South Side” by Moby.
A Catholic: What do they make you do?
Lacey: *Lacey thinks*
Defend myself…
A Catholic: What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done?
Lacey: Sleep with someone outside of marriage.
Listen to “Pyramid Song” by Radiohead.
A Catholic: What’s this about!?
Lacey: Hmm.
*Thinks*
I feel moved by the Holy Spirit. And I let myself go with it.
I was actually raised in a Charismatic church. And…when I hear this song…the Holy Spirit guides me, possibly, to do things with my brain.
A Catholic: Like what!?
I’m-
I’m listening to the lyrics.
Lacey: *Restarts the song*
Don’t read them.
They hide the real lyrics.
“*gibberish*
I jumped in the river. What did I see?
Black heart angels, swam with me.
A moon full of stars, and astral cars…and all the figures I used to see.
All my lovers were there with me. All my past and future.
*gibberish*
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt.
*singing*
Jumped into the river. Black eyed angels swan with me.
Moved full of stars and astral cars, and all the figures I used to see.
All my lovers were there with me, all my past and future.
*Gibberish about abortion and airports*
There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt. There was nothing to fear, nothing to doubt.”
It’s about…me.
PYRAMIDS.
It’s about the Illuminati conjuring my torture. They’re mocking God.
And yet…it’s MINE.
It’s MINE. Not theirs.
So…I dance. And use it. However…I want.
A Catholic: DAMMIT.
*Freaks-out*
God: What!?
A Catholic: What is she doing!?
God: She’s controlling time and space.
A Catholic: HOW!??
God: Yeah!!!!!
Do you think she scares me?
A Catholic: *Laughs*
God: You’re not a Christian? Or what?
A Catholic: I don’t understand.
God: Neither does she!!! *He YELLS*
A Catholic: It doesn’t seem…right.
Lacey: DO YOU GRAB BOOBS? OR ASS!??
When you MASTURBATE!?
A Catholic: *blinks, flustered*
Ass.
Lacey: YOU ARE A GAY MAN!? *she yells*
A Catholic: Yes.
Lacey: ARE YOU FREE OF ALL MORTAL SINS!??! *She yells*
A Catholic: No.
Lacey: THEN WHY ARE YOU CLAIMING THE POWER OF THE HOLY SPIRIT!?? *she yells*
A Catholic: *Thinks*
Lacey: What spirit are you operating in?
A Catholic: I’m worried there is an End Times.
Lacey: But that’s not Catholic teaching. Is it?
A Catholic: No.
Lacey: Well, be careful. I mean it.
Listen to “i like the way you kiss me” by Artemas.
Lacey: *Laughs at the song with Putin*
Putin: It’s so sexy!!!
Lacey: DAMN!!!
Putin: We are in a New Age.
Lacey: I’m overwhelmed.
Putin: I can’t keep up.
Lacey: It’s-
Putin: Are you okay?
Lacey: I’m…never going to be…sexy.
Putin: *Laughs*
Me too.
Lacey: We should just die.
Putin: Yes. The world doesn’t need us. OBVIOUSLY.
It’s pathetic, really. Us being here…
Lacey: That’s all I hear. In this song. Until I ignore it.
Putin: Did you wake up hearing a demon yelling at her to leave?
Lacey: Last night? Yes. She had a nightmare and in what people would probably call sleep paralysis she heard a weird voice yelling at her to leave.
I heard a ghost actually maybe a month ago around 3 AM in my dining room yelling at me to leave. It was an evil-hearted dead man from Norway. I mean not that all Norwegians are bad people obviously, but he was pretty dark hearted and he was dead and he told me to leave.
Putin: Where!??
Lacey: *Thinks*
That was very insightful. I think he’s connected to the china that I just thought.
Putin: What does that mean?
Lacey: I just have to say that it’s incredibly sad that I can talk to you in a way that I can’t talk to other people…and I’m so sorry.
What does that mean?

