TEZCAT REAL
THE BIG FOUR
AND ONE IN THE MIDDLE
PANDEMOS

five to one, baby

5:1 RATIO; "ONE" IN 5 IS THE POSITION OF "THE MAN WITH NO NAME", NOBODY OR EVEN "NO ONE" -- REFERENCED IN THE LINENO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE. THE COVER OF THAT BOOK IDENTIFIED WHO NO ONE IS. WE HAVE NO WAY OUT OF OUR OBLIGATION TO COMMUNICATE WHAT WE HAVE FOUND, AND WE ASSURE YOU THAT WHAT MIGHT AT FIRST SEEM A SHOCK, AND A CAUSE OF SORROW IS REALLY OUR GREAT GIFT THAT HAS ARRIVED AS THE RESULT OF STAYING ON THE PATH WHILE PAYING THE PRICE OF PROTECTING MYSTERY....THAT PEOPLE ASSUME WE ARE NOT DOING ANYTHING, AND BELITTLE US. WE WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT COMMITMENT TO READING WHAT WE HAVE TO FINALLY UNBURDEN OURSELVES OF, IS A COMMITMENT TO SAVING JIM MORRISON FROM ENTRAPMENT BY MEANS THAT, REALLY TAKE A LONG TIME TO EXPLAIN. HE WAS TO OVERCOME DEATH, HE WAS SABOTAGED. LITTLE DID ANY OF US KNOW, THERE WAS A BACK-UP PLAN SHOULD THINGS GO WRONG. THIS PART OF THE STORY IS ESSENTIAL TO GETTING OVER THAT HURDLE OF ASSUMPTION OF A LEGACY THAT IS NOT MINE, WHICH IS HOW OTHER PEOPLE SABOTAGE SERIOUS SEARCHING INTO THE MYSTERIES OF LIFE AND DEATH.

AMERICA, I am the man who had the horrible experience of being tortured in the electric chair come up for me suddenly, when following clues of a dream telling me about an Indian outlaw, in Tucson, AZ. His birthday, Oct. 13th --mine is Oct. 14th. He was executed on Oct. 17th. I relived the trauma, cried my heart out for a good while....experiencing what makes this the undeniable fact: there is no pretending to be someone when a massive thing being carried in the soul has been causing massive dread of birthdays. I had an experience of freeing myself from trapped trauma and shock from a literally shocking experience. Who am I? The man who America wanted to punish, I was the last survivor of the original and only legit Dillinger Gang. My soap gun escape attempt resulted in Charles Mackly escaping Ol' Sparky by the luck to be killed by being shot during our escape attempt-- but, I was shot seven times and they still didn't manage to kill me yet. As I was kept alive, I at least accomplished making it so that my execution would be re-scheduled for a day other than Oct. 13th 1934. They wanted to fry me for my BIRTHDAY. It was moved to Oct. 17th, the midpoint day of our hilarious police station robberies of Oct. 14th and Oct. 20th 1933, perpetrated just two days after springing John out of jail....as if we were fighting like Lakota would, making a point of doing that to show our courage, our honor and why we are who we are. Robbing banks was not all about money, it was about my war against a nation that allows men who are not credit to their authority being confronted with a man who was more a natural leader than they could ever be.....which is why I said at my trial, to the judge "the reason why men like you hate men like me, is because whenever you look at me you have to see how much of a coward you are. You don't have the nerve to do what I can do." You better believe that had something to do with rigging the electric chair so that, instead of instant unconsciousness....I would die being tortured to death, burning alive from the inside.
The fact that I had no clue, but was guided to read an article about this man, to have me suddenly, without warning having it all come up, with me reliving and releasing of some major trapped trauma and huge terror, a cause of some very deep rooteded anxiety that has always had me fear and dread birthdays, and I can tell you this: no matter how many people refuse to believe me, I do not need their validation....especially considering that all of America was watching my death as a national spectacle, I was the symbol of everything the authorities which I TOTALLY HUMILIATED, I am proud to say....so you better believe they rigged my chair to give me the most horrible thing they could sneak in. I approached in like a champion, no blubbering or crying....just the last act of showing them all that in the same situation, they wouldn't be so accepting and calm, my last words were nothing but a kind of smile that says "and like everything else....I take what you dish out while the men with guns and badges witness what courage looks like because of their encounter with Handsome Harry" --the actual leader of the Dillinger Gang, and the idea was to cause infighting because the prejudice against a man like me was the "psychology" which the head of the FBI was so expert with......he assumed that a guy who was as beautiful as I was, had a big ego about it. I was supposed to throw a tantrum about it being the Pierpont Gang, not the Dillinger Gang! Then we would shoot each other. Well, actually we thought it was hilarious. I wanted no publicity for robbing banks, and John wanted to feel like a movie star....so calling us the Dillinger Gang was the most hilarious and spectacular backfire, and we called up Max Leach and basically called him a fucking idiot, who stuttered and stammered when he got pissed "I'm g-g-g-gonna get you!" "Okay, bye..d-d-d-d-dumbass!!!"
I am telling you that I have had it be my destiny, overseen by The Mystery, to be Jim Morrison's back-up. It is almost as if, such a focus on sabotaging Jim Morrison took care of the establishment of a false confidence--never seeing me coming. I was both the great hero of the Depression Era, but hardly known......mostly forgotten. John Dillinger got the movie-star attention that made him feel like superman, and I loved it....because what he did for me to be able to escape from Indiana State Prison is truly the greatest bromance story that could ever be, and the story has not been told. The overall life mission was to show how our civilization has a major flaw, when the outlaw is the example of what a warrior and leader looks like -loyal to the bone.
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So, here I am --exposing myself as a way of giving people the choice to make fun of me, or recognize that there is a MYSTERY that guides us, and any champion is really just honoring an oath to faithfully follow where it wants, and what this guide is: THE GODDESS -- who I will not let anyone usurp the position of as my guide, master or owner of my destiny, and I will not allow anyone to act as if they equal or superior to the GODDESS, the soul of the world...when making a point of being "authority" over a man, who has the qualification for being in a position of leadership by an all or nothing loyalty to the GODDESS -- in a society that has appropriated from her, denied her and made of her a slave and perpetual source of wealth. Her Source, becomes His Resource. In God We Trust (trust in the legal sense). I have accomplished the goal, which is to overcome death.....and I have an obligation to communicate this, while at the same time doing what I can to liberate Jim Morrison for being trapped between here and there, unable to move on. WE ARE WARRIORS LOYAL TO THE SAME LOVER AND MOTHER. I hope that my existence shows people that to dictate to life what is going to happen, is silly. To live with courage is to fuck her to death, my own death.....and on the other side, she will remember me. The story of Osiris, Isis, and Horus is the formula. Isis is unable to find all 14 pieces of the scattered Osiris....his WEENER is missing. So, she fashions him a new penis made of GOLD. What this means is that, a warrior of a man is given an upgrade, symbolized by the new golden penis....and you can assume that Isis meant to form him one that would be the ideal. If you have never heard about being hung like Zeus and it's the perfect size, well...it's a source of pride, I suppose. The upgraded penis is much more than just "hey, lookit that"...it is a symbol of being able to reach a capacity to relate to the Goddess and give to her what she needs and wants most, which in my case......is the capacity to create the debut album of Tezcat Real while my wife, the locally incarnate form of the Goddess, was experiencing chemotherapy and life was very, very difficult.
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We know that we are to expect jealousy and the need to downplay me for what I can do, which is intimidating. I am not competing with anyone for attention. I am doing this for reasons that would never be anticipated.....I am doing this to stop the abuse of the music industry cult, who I believe are making use of Jim Morrison in a way that is absolutely disgusting. My loyatly to him is the same as it is for John Dillinger.....the warriors that are here to put an end to the occult enslavement of the Goddess......in other words, our world has been twisted to make the giver of life the helpless and hopeless slave of death. I have just exposed something that makes me vulnerable, that I am very uncomfortable with sharing as a gesture of willingness to do whatever it takes to follow through, and as a way to establish equality with anyone who should come with me to where I lead them, a man who you can know had to be tortured to death with the whole nation publicizing my execution as a grand spectacle, and.....perhaps projecting their own crap my way, as if able to take it away to hell with me. So, in essence......a shamanic initiation of such a sort, put me on a sympathetic vibration with the idea of a Burning Man being the center of attention --and on the sympathetic vibration of a man who is known for inviting us all to Light His Fire.
There I was, with seven bullet wounds in me, as if I was some sort of Imhotep on my way to what amounted to a burning witch deal......"He Who Comes As The Number Seven" bullet holes in me. I think they lowered the voltage enough to really give me the experience, that was what I get for trying to escape......my whole history of always fighting with the guards, being the most admired guy in prison, a serious threat to the belief in their power as I must have made sure to laugh at them when they thought I was getting the beating of a lifetime that would be the end of me, after that I would be too scared and broken. After being in the hole for a month, learning to compose orchestras in my mind....nothing else to do, as soon as I got out, often I had the most decimating and hysterical outburst planned to let the guards know in front of an audience of prisoners, that they were nothing more than little boys that are ruled by the fear of fighting for their right to be living with integrity, and that everyone knows how big my dick is, what guns are supposed to compensate for......and what are you, if someone fights back you have the back up of every guard, the legal right to murder, lie, cheat and depending on being aligned with all the authority of the state, like.....seriously, everyone knows that in the wild, when really face to face with someone where it is character, couarge and heart that make s a man.......you ain't shit, and everyone knows it. That would get me another severe beating while I laughed during the experience, thrown in the hole for another month. People could hardly believe that I could be like that. Then, to show them who was boss.....I broke out of their "impossible to escape from" Indiana State Prison, and then we really made the authorities look like the biggest dipshits possible, which was a lot of the point, this is including the robbing of two police stations, breaking John out of the other....so that is three police stations, ah ah ah --and it seems we then robbed a bank across the street from another police station, with such grace and precision....that nobody knew anything had happened as we quietly got in the car and drove off with our loot. Naturally, a guy with so much trauma from prison experiences, took to letting drinking and snorting blow so much that, we got sloppy and busted in Tucson, Arizona.
I think the whole jury thought I was crazy because I was caught laughing out loud during the trial, for no reason.......but, I was just musing on how much I made the whole entire government look like a fucking idiot compared to Handsome Harry and John Dillinger.....and all the funny shit that we probably did....I mean, John broke out of Crowne Point by driving off in the Sheriff's car. What a badass, on so many levels. Yes, I laughed out loud, at very inappropriate moments during the trial.....because, well....my time in the hole was the experience of so many vision quests that.....I probably knew that it was pretty funny that they think they are finally getting to show me who's boss, when I think I must have had some inkling that......one day I would look in the mirror, and say "Handsome Harry rides again!" in the year 2022. Oh, I have always had a big dick, I did then and I do now. Just to let you know.
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How heavy this is, people, is that I was a focal point and symbol of the power of the State to punish "wrongdoing". I still see absolutely nothing immoral in what we did, "steal" from banks. I had some things to say about how they are focusing on me, because they don't care about the real criminals who used the economic collapse to rob old ladies who lived by themselves of their home and property, screwed over so many people who worked their lives away just to lose everything to legalized theft....and all you liars, hypocrites and actors have no reason to be taken seriously as being any servants of justice." I'm sure a lot of stuff I said was not written down, because I am already a horrible influence on people who "delude themselves" about being a hero.
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I know this deep in my heart, that with the help of Billie Frechette, who grew up on the Menominee Reservation, I was helped to make sure much of that money to went to feed and clothe the starving and miserable people on the Indian Reservations, who had been reduced to having to eat horse meat way too much.....do you know what condition they were in back then? The story is enough to make anyone refuse to recognize the State, especially if you know what I know: that a woman, and not just any woman, defeated Custer that day. "White Cow Bull" and "One Bull" Bull is Buffalo....and, is a cow a man or a woman? Ask yourself that question. One Bullet.
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That Sheriff used me to commit suicide, and because they were sneaks and rigged my execution so that I would be tortured to death, pay back for their humiliation......I was given the opportunity to kick their asses again. I had to relive it, triggered simply by the first ever encounter with the story of Harry Pierpont. Our band, Tezcat Real, can be considered the reformation of the Dillinger Gang.....why not? I was the leader, anyway. Phil can still be Pantera on tour when Rex Brown gets COVID....so, not only have I overcome death, but.....the State. I think that I am really, really undermining something. So....that is who I am, so I can have your attention about being singled out, with my wife, to be Jim Morrison's prison-break plan. I have been guided to know.
He is stuck on the astral or something...and he made a pact with the Hells Angels which makes this even more interesting. His betrayal required violating such laws of the universe that....Hollywood Industry Cults are pretty much on the losing side of this story. We intend to help Kanye West with the Tezcat Real
war party...and, I have alienated all cowards by now, I hope.
FIVE TO ONE BABY ONE IN FIVE
NO ONE HERE GETS OUT ALIVE
"NO ONE" -- THE MAN WITH NO NAME
THAT'S NICE TO BURN JIM EVERY YEAR


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THE HOURS 9,3,12 AND 6 FROM THE POINTS OF THE CROSS.
THEY MIRROR THE CHART OF USA... THE CARDINAL POINTS OF THE MUTABLE CROSS ARE "THE DOORS" OF AMERICA'S CHART. I ALWAYS HAVE TO SAY ABOUT THESE THINGS "FOCUS ON WHY THOSE IN POWER SEEM TO BE OBSESSED WITH RITUAL USE OF ZODIAC IDEAS, THIS IS NOT ABOUT "WHAT'S YER SIGN, MAN? THE ZODIAC IS NOT FROM OUTER SPACE, THE BIG LIE WHICH CAUSES US TO BEGIN WITH A FALSE PREMISE. THE SUN AND TWELVE ARE THE SOURCE AND TWELVE FUNCTIONS OF THE SOUL. IT IS A MAP OF OURSELVES ON THE PERSONAL AND COLLECTIVE LEVEL. MY LIFE'S WORK HAS BEEN TO UNRAVEL THE GORDIAN KNOT, WHILE BEING GUIDED BY SOMETHING VERY POWERFUL, YET A MYSTERY. OUR LOYALTY AND REFUSAL TO ABANDON THE CALL HAS BEEN GREATLY TESTED AND IT IS NECESSARY. WE HAVE BEEN GUIDED TO FIND OUT THE TRAGIC FATE OF JIM MORRISON, AN IMMORTAL SOUL (WHICH IS COMMON TO HAVE) WHO IS BASICALLY TRAPPED IN HELL AND BEING USED TO DENY THE SUN. HIS GOAL WAS A NATIONAL THREAT, TO BECOME VERY FAMOUS AND IF HE SHOULD DIE.....THE ENERGY OF FANS SUSTAINING BELIEF IN HIM....WOULD INEVITABLY LEAD TO A SITUATION THAT IS THE MANIFEST DESTINY OF AMERICA....FOR US TO OVERCOME DEATH BY REALIZAITON OF OUR IMMORTAL SELF, WHICH COMES AGAIN AND AGAIN TO EARTH, THE REALIZATION WOULD HEAL A ROOT OF OUR PROBLEMS, RACISM, SEXISM, AGEISM, AND ENVY OF A PERSON WHO GETS TO BE BEAUTIFUL, TALENTED AND "LUCKY"

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