QUERY
Ever had to approach one of the most famous people on the planet (Bono) with your art theory that purports to prove the existence of God acting as universal transcendent inspiration through artists and their art in real time, manifesting as the divine feminine, using their own songwriting in the attempt? -No, though not. Do you think it would ever be possible he would write about reading your book when you wrote about the encounter and handed it over to him eleven years later? (Yes, Bono really has.) What if I managed to do it twice (Billy Corgan), and both songwriters have written about the encounter, Billy seventeen years later? How about if the third one I approached is now writing about the book’s substance without knowing it (Nick Cave)? How about if a fourth artist of prominence in the book depicted a book, announcing it would appear immediately upon his death, and he set up a reverse feedback loop with his audience’s public input in order for that to happen (David Bowie), and I did it? Welcome to my world. We’ve barely started….
This book is a memoir with some very mad intentions. It does not hook the reader yet because it is linear, starting at birth, but that can be changed. Its present incarnation is a combination between documentarian thesis (-as in yes, this really did happen, -stuck with arguably the biggest ambition womankind’s ever had in the ultimate monotheism takedown), -in combination with a travelogue. It’s not pretending to be marketable and begs for help. It’s still trying to be the next Bible, but it has managed that handily with the intended targets thus far, so much so they’re writing about it. This book is about a woman. It is the #MeToo’s next worst taboo, and it is going to track the horror of a lifetime under those costs. It is 70’s born, ’80’s adolescent, and ’90’s come of age, a lost decade that was commercialized so instantaneously is disappeared practically as soon as it began, but that doesn’t mean its zeitgeist was missed. It will live in Jerusalem and Bethlehem at the onset of the first Intifada, arrive at one of the most innovative civil disobedience protests to save Canadian temperate rainforest to ever take place (people platform sitting suspended between trees and over cliffs and #extinctionrebellion 4 real) - and it will chronicle what it’s like to grow up in a family where children were introduced to LSD at seven years of age. There will be zero violence but in its way Manson will be child’s play. It will inhabit Raves, the local (gay) bar(s), ’90’s psychedelia, and it will go on its mission to Dublin and Chicago at the turn of the millennium, say “Hi” to the Celtic Tiger and greet “Black Wings Over America” with a curtsy, hijacking his personal website on nothing but intellect and synchronicity (which is why he’ll write about it seventeen years later). In other words it will succeed, but not in any of the ways you’ll expect. It’s not supposed to. This book has no ending. (Try your best not to bog down, since it comes with the baggage it took to prove itself in the meantime. Please be a sport and sport some intellect as well as insurmountable patience.)
The bio as per the above is mine. It has not left me in good straits, but I manage. When I began to write investigative articles after this book was done, Facebook censored me personally during the final heat of #election2016, with no notification of violation of terms of service. It was not because the articles were #fakenews, it was the opposite. This book will take a lot more courage than those articles, so I’m appealing to anyone I hope can realize its existent potential. I kind of doubt it, but to anyone who’s willing to listen, I’ll let you know. I can link substantiate everything I have announced in this query to anyone who cares. Once you read this, you’ll know I can do whatever it takes.