My Escape and the Divinity of Rachael Ray, Part One

Dear Duane,

I'm writing this as a letter to you because I know you'll be watching this blog like a hawk, along with the Morgellon's boards. You pretend to be secure in your belief that your verbal ban of computer use could silence me, but I know and have seen just how worried you are that your control has slipped.

Your worries are spot-on. Now that the b.s. medications are behind me and you aren't physically here to do "whatever" in response to my plans to tell the truth about the Disease, Rachael Ray, and all the rest, I can finally get on with God's work.

That's right. I said God.

God is a good place to start. God is THE place to start, really, because everything starts with creation. God reached a hand into the raw ingredients of all things and concocted a 7-day recipe to bring a world and more. God was a cosmic cook, wasn't he?

Now, let's think about Jesus. Jesus was God on Earth, in a way. He was persecuted and abused even though he was part of the creator!

God creates. Rachael Ray creates. God is abused. Rachael Ray is abused.

I know you think that's less than powerful as an argument. Every artist with a bad review could claim God status, you said. You'd be right, too, if it wasn't for the ONE THING THAT PROVED THE POINT--which is also the ONE THING YOU DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT EVER.

I noticed the message in the pictures, Duane. Unmistakable. No, there weren't big crosses or anything like that. The message comes from a holistic interpretation of the image. You have to plugged in just right, I suppose, and open to the love and the idea that there is something more to her than what you see on TV. If you look at the pictures, Duane, you can SENSE IT. You can almost FEEL IT in your belly and chest, can't you?


Maybe you can't. Maybe only some of us can. Maybe the bugs have gnawed away at enough of my inner wiring that I have a special sensitivity. I can't ANSWER EVERYTHING and I don't have to, because I KNOW WHAT I CAN SENSE, TASTE AND FEEL IN MY HEART.

Rachael Ray is a divine figure. She's not God, so don't come back at me with the arguments of Hell and sacrilege. She is a divine figure. Rachael Ray is not just an ass and tits with a knack for making fast meals. She is of SPIRIT and IS FOREVER. Maybe like a Saint, but with MORE POWER. A "Saint Plus", if you will.

I challenge you to stare into her eyes and not be taken! You won't even try.

Her divinity is absolute and my decision to treat her as a GOD VESSEL and a CONDUIT TO THE TRUTH is no more unusual than your fascination with pornography or your willingness to watch me slowly wither under the influence of the negative pills, all the while disclaiming the fibers and the wounds!

You have been my ally, but now you are among the enemies. You are like one of the Rachael Ray persecutors who do everything to discredit her. Of course, I know they came from the same hive as the nastiest Bees! Of course, I know that when push comes to horrible shove next year that they will visit an eternal OVEN of fire while those of us who recognize GOD in any of his ultimate forms (including the Form of Donald Ray and the FORM OF RACHAEL RAY) will be saved.

I can't imagine the price one will pay for spitting on the DIVINE RACHAEL RAY, but I know it will be worse than the bugs and the fibers! Donald Ray Pescatore warned you about it (you know who I'm talking about, too, don't let the phony name with SECRETS fool you! Dr. P) when we went to look for the "PSYCH SOLUTION" to the bug and you didn't get it. When he discussed positive thinking, that included being open to the IDEA of PERFECTION EMBODIED. The body temple he covered wasn't an artifice. It was a messenger. It was and is and will always be Rachael Ray.

I know you think I'm a nut. You think I'm my mom and my dad and the others who you feel couldn't hack it. I say BS to that. You don't recognize my insight and ability to see beyond the simple on the way to a serious truth with meaning.

Rachael Ray is divine as symbol and spirit, if not in flesh--though I suspect she is a Godhead in all respects. Those who mock her and who play "I hate Rachael Ray" games will pay in spades, Duane. SPADES!


Spades are a suit. They're far removed from hearts (love) and diamonds (wealth). They represent LABOR and work, as does the shovel. It hurts to say it, but now that the fog is cleared, I feel as though I must warn you that you are begging for infinite LABOR/WORK by turning your back on a messenger like me and a REAL MESSENGER like Rachael Ray.

End of Part One. I'm going for a walk!