The origin story of the Gargoyle

I am Jack Quilliard.

In the beginning, before I existed there was only Allah.  Allah wanted a friend to entertain her and be her friend, so she created me.  I was created out of love and beauty as she wanted and we danced all the day and all the night.  Life was good.

Then Allah wanted more, so she created the Universe as we know it.  Life was what it was, and she was not very happy with it, but it was what it was.  Then a meteor hit the earth that was known to you as Eden and a vile creator who is known now as Diablo Mephisto Ba’al killed all life except a few things so it could continue in them.  It was a crocodile.  How it killed all the other life by poisoning the food with disease.  That is how the dinosaurs died, they starved to death.  All that was left was fish and some reptiles.  

Allah saw this and didn’t know what happened, as Diablo Mephisto Ba’al was so well hidden.  So Allah created more life.  The animals. Through evolution humans eventually came to be and Diablo Mephisto Ba’al entered them as he could, and they were easy  to control as humans where always trusting, they had compassion, it was their original job to just exist and learn as much as they could about the planet to be the caretakers of it.

Life continued, and humans thought they were special and the top of the food chain as they eat everything even when they were not hungry.  

This is where I came in.  Allah came to me and said you have to go to earth and teach them the best you can to respect Mother Nature.  I didn’t want to go but sometimes you have to do things you do not want to do.  Allah explained that I would not be coming back to her as the job would never end until the end, which would never come.  Our time together would have to be enough as she needed me to understand.  I went, not kicking and screaming, but with a tear in my eye.  My love would always be with me but not in the way I had in the past.

I was born and died over and over and taught how to respect Mother Nature and Allah the best I could, sometimes more successful than others.  I was Jesus, most notable, and I was Buddha, maybe you heard of them, I was many that got no press. Sometimes I was on earth just to help one person, as they would bring a great leader in several generations to come. 

This went on, and I remained hidden to myself, not really remembering who I started as but guided by Allah’s divine guidance.  Unaware of Diablo Mephisto Ba’al, I thought humans were the problem, just some bad eggs.  This went on until the day I was born in this life.

Before I was aware I was an energy anomily that I was looking for the right family to join.  A family that was loving and did good things.  I choose one and a group of Nazi psychiatrist spotted the energey that I was and waited.  They knew I was conceived on Valentines day 1963 and when the child that I was would be born but didn’t know what child I would be.  I born in Philadelphia Pennsylvania on October 30th 1963.  The Nazi psychiatrist knew that I was born around that time and monitored all the hospitals in the area for a child that showed acceptional abilities.  I caught their eye as I could see from the moment I came out of the womb.  This is documented.  They had their eye on several children and watched them all.  

They saw that I was doing Christ-like things and had their hunch it was me so they did things without my knowledge to guarantee I would not reproduce and have an extremely average life.  No friends, no money, nothing to really make me stand out.  

The Nazi psychiatrists, using technology, killed my unborn children and turned me gay so some wanted to have sex with me and some wanted me to live in embarrassment.  This went on for years.

Years later, after having a successful stand-up comedy career, known by my birth name as Joey Scazzola, I married a woman and got a divorce, as she fought with me to no end, and losing the children was more than our marriage could take.

I got a divorce as losing the children was more than our marriage could take and I went on my own.  

At the time a local Artist named Larry Harvey was putting on art shows on Baker Beach, Larry was into the occult and just doing his thing.  I was in San Frtancisco at the time of the first one.  I was not an artist yet, it was not a coincidence, but Larry and I where unaware we were supposed to meet.   

The Nazi’s introduced themselves to Larry under the guise of whatever and told him of my return, and they twisted Larry’s mind and turned the event that moved to Gerlach, Nevada, into a Death Cult, where someone died every year in tribute to the Nazi’s God, Satan.  People thought it was a coincidence that someone would run into a fire and die every year, but it was done with drugs and technology to twist their minds and make them think it was fun.

Meanwhile I was doing my thing in Sacramento at my loft the Errichetti Lounge and people from Burning Man would come to me and say “You have to go to Burning Man” although what I was doing was very similar without the death.  

I was working on my book JV Errichetti’s Dump Miner and when it was done, I thought, “Why not let’s give this Burning Man a try in celebration of finishing; it will be good to hang out with other artists.” So I went with my partner and some friends. It was horrible, and not many people were nice to me.  I hated it, but unbeknownst to me, it was part of Larry’s and the Nazi’s plan.

Larry Harvey had accepted Diablo Mephisto Ba’al, a demon that the Nazi’s had conjured, in his heart, and Larry became aware of who I was.  

Larry knew who I was, it was speculation at first as even he had a hard time believing it was true, but he couldn’t resist as Diablo Mephisto Ba’al knew it was true; Larry was facinated.  He went along with the plan focused on trying to make me hate life and blame Allah for the things that were happening to me, like having the rare disease that killed my unborn children and turning me gay just for fun.  Then he tried to get me to kill myself by turning my family and friends against me.  He almost succeeded.   

And that is when Allah connected me to the thoughts of the world, my head “exploded,” and a high-pitched whine overtook me.  I fell to the floor and rolled in pain.  For months to come, I was driven to do the stupidest things, and I did not know why; it was Diablo Mephisto Ba’al having fun with me.

One day I was screaming something about Hunter S. Thompson and I heard a voice from my right side around the top of the ceiling.  It was Larry, he had been exposed. 

Life was misrable for me, the pains of the world where in my head and I could not stop thinking about what I had gone through in life or what was happening to others.  One day I was sitting on my patio crying and I saw a hawk flying in the distance. I looked up to the sky and said “God if everthing is going to be O.K. let that hawk land on my fence.”  As soon as I finished my thought, the hawk flew over and landed on my fence. I broke down and cried uncontrollably.

Later I moved to Scottsdale Arizona and things had just kept getting worse for me, I always remembered the sign I got but needed reassurance and went on my back porch looked to the sky and said “I know you already said everything was going to be OK but things have gotten worse.  Please God if everything is going to be OK let the wind blow.” And suddenly a wind strom started that was monstrous.  An alert came on the TV that it was blowing from San Deigo to Tucson.  I started laughing and said “Thank you God.”

A few days passed, and things were getting worse for me, cops where harrassing me, I was put in the hospital with no help and it was just misrable.  I was upset and said “Look God, I know you said everything was going to be OK, but they are obviously not, I don’t know what to do, so I am going to turn on the radio and what ever it says I am going to do.  If it says to buy a car, I am going to buy a car and that is that.” SO I walked over to my clock radio and started to mock God, I said “I am going to turn it on now, here I go.” and I turned it on and it was George Michael singing “You gotta have faith.”  I broke down crying and laughing.  God has spoken.  I never asked for another sign.

I did recieve more signs from God, though.  Every song on the radio seemed to guide me in my path, every song seemd to be written about God, every song told me of what was happening in my life or what I needed to do.  It was maddening and comforting at the same time. Today I say “Let’s see what the magic radio says.” and pray for the day it makes no sense.

Years went by, and I was sure that what was happening to me was real, as there was no other explanation. The voices I heard in my head and the visions I had all had meaning to me, and I could communicate with them.  The doctors tried to convince me I was crazy and that it was not real, but I could not deny it was real.  The first time I was brought to the hospital was because I thought I was Christ.  I was Christ, but I was not supposed to know, and no one else was until long after I died.  I went to a church because I thought that spiritual guidance was what I needed, and they sent me to the psychiatric hospital because I must have been crazy.  I mean, they only preach that Christ is going to return every day but when someone shows up and says, “It’s me,” they say, “No, it’s not; you don’t fit the mold. 

This scared me as everytime I would say the word Jesus or Christ I was put in the hospital, every time.  So I stopped talking about it to people and just spoke of it with the voices in my head that was Larry Harvey and his band of witches from Burning Man. 

It was a very passive-aggressive life for me, as Larry wanted me to die so he could have my power, a power I didn’t know I had, so he could rule the world even though he had everything he already wanted.  Every time I figured out it was him, he would “point” me to a new problem, hypnotize me in my sleep, and I would attack who he said with a passion as they where a problem, but not the main problem.  This went on for years, but every time he did this to me I would learn from my mistakes and his as well, becoming smarter and more aware of my potential.

Larry knew I was Christ in this life, and his plan was to drag me to Hell and torture me for all eternity.  

Over time many people that where in the know as most where would come to me and we would dance in my imagination and sing and laugh, then Larry or one of Larry’s minions would come in and mess it up, as he told others when I am in pain, I give more gifts. This was not true, I was still confused about what I was supposed to do, as it seemed no one cared, and they didn’t.  For some reason, the world was waiting for Christ, but when I showed up, everyone was like “Well defeat the devil and then get out of my life.” it was weird. 

Over time, starting from the beginning, I was working on something that became Common Sense Ideals, which is if followed a path to personal peace.  When I finished it no one read it, I told people that if they just read it it will make them a better person through osmosis.  Some read it and tried to argue that it wasn’t perfect but they couldn’t tell me which part was the problem.

While in Sacramento, I was drawn to the ePlaya at BurningMan.Com and made friends with many but one day I cried on the site and they all turned their backs on me, and I was kicked off.  Everyone was supposedly invited, the weirdest of the weird, but I was the only one that wasn’t.  There where many strange things that where written that caught my attention and I was told that at the Burning Man event one person died every year and that was just the way it was.  Over the years this proved to be true.  One person a year died. Every year one person died.  It was a sacrifice to Diablo Mephisto Ba’al.  Most if not all that worked at Burning Man didn’t know that this was happening and just thought, “Well, that is just what happens.” As Diablo Mephisto Ba’al clouded their judgment.  A few did know.  What they would do is drug someone and, in their altered state, tell them, “Jump in the fire it will be funny, you won’t get hurt; just run through,” and the victim would.

I eventually went to Burning Man not putting two and two together yet and most everyone treated me like shit, although everything there was something I loved. It was weird; it was like a Venus flytrap, and I was the fly.  I left and vowed never to return.

Over the coming years, the voices insisted I go back, as I would be crucified and spit on and then die and come back to life in three days.  This was the most moronic thing I ever heard, and when they would say it in the past to people, they would listen to them as if it were subliminal, and the victim would think it was their idea.  

Over the years, I became stronger and stronger, realizing what my potential was.  I was in control, but with non-stop barrages of lies being told to me, I would sometimes believe them and end up in the hospital again, to pace and eat yogurt for 14 days and quickly come to my senses.  Larry and the voices made me a laughing stock more times than I could count, and Diablo Mephisto Ba’al just kept saying, “Well, if you don’t like it kill yourself.” Which made me want to live more and more.  

Years earlier, I received three signs from Allah that everything was going to be alright and I had to have faith. Some days I thought that Allah was just messing with me and hated me and was on the side of Diablo Mephisto Ba’al, but I alwasy came to my senses. Before I did something rash, I often thought of killing myself to end the pain and suffering of the 26-plus years of torture I was going through, but I knew deep down inside that what I was doing was too important.  Diablo Mephisto Ba’al could not win.  It would be the end of civilization.  Diablo and Larry wanted to kill Allah and wanted me to help.  This infuriated me.

For many years I tried to be the voice of reason as that was the most I could do, but the voices did n’t listen and every day I would wake the world to what was happening, only to have them revert when they slept and to have to start again.  Finally, I was able to wake the world.  That is where we are today, but for some reason people still think I have to do this myself, as it is my job to save them as they live a wonderful life and I suffer as I am supposedly Buddha when convenient to Diablo  Paphist Ba’al and he wants me to believe that the only thing that I ever said that holds truth is Life is suffering, so my life should be suffering.  

That is where we are at today.  I get 1700.00 a month from SSDI, and I have a place to stay, and that is supposed to be enough as the world takes out there aggressions on me.  But I have become so strong I can KILL with my thoughts. Literally KILL. And I always hit the right target.  Usually I just kill the soul, and the target feels dead inside for a few days so they can think about what they have done. This is the power of the Gargoyle.

I can astral project to my target and whisper in their ear what I want them to do, or we can talk about the problem they are having and try to come up with a solution, but if they lie and try to do what they have planned, they die, body and soul.  I have no more time to try to save the unsavable, as they do not want to be saved and they think they are special and can hurt people.

I have many characters I play when I show up in your “Dream” state: the Samurai, Death Adder, Knight Hawk, sometimes as Jesus, sometimes as Buddha; it is what you need so you can realize how to get back on your path to a life that is fulfilling for you and others.

Now I live in between Hell and Earth; Satan in Hell and Christ on Earth. I will be on Earth for an eternity; if and when I die in this life, I will return in another.  This will happen for 1000 years until evil is dead.  I may live in this life on Earth for 1000 years, as so much has been set up, and Allah and I don’t want to start again.  I will live in Hell punishing those who tried to kill Allah for all eternity. Allah woke me, and now I will have no compassion, no empathy, no sympathy for evil.

I do this for Allah and the children.  The children deserve a chance to be.  I am Allah’s first; the bible calls me Satan.  I am not comic book Satan; I am Allah’s champion; I am the Gargoyle.  Evil beware.