So my son Steele and his lovely wife Sue, with the best of intentions, bring this book ---"Good Morning, Holy Spirit" by Benny Hinn--- to me one Christmas, after they endured a long journey of a night filled with Holiday Sattiva and Orange Sunshine Tea. Filled with the holy spirit, they caroused the streets of Northridge and Reseda, allowing their sixth senses to guide them into Hollywood to find this gift: "Good Morning, Holy Spirit," by Benny Hinn!
It winds up Steele and Sue were so one-dimensionally enamored in their religious experience that when they found this book in Hollywood at 1 AM, they thought it read "Good Morning, Starshine," by Benny Hill and The Cast of "Hair." They envisioned a Paradise in which the spirit of Britain's late comic genius chased cute go-go girls through meadows and grassy knolls to the tune of "Yakety-Sax!" Beautiful as that vision may be ---and I believe we can attain it!--- it was not covered in these pages.
Steele and Sue, along with my wolfpack of Fisico Nuclear, Hermester Barrington, Reverend Antone T. Ripper and Vandal Drummond, spilled through my hotel room door and fell into my cell, all upon a Christmas Eve. We ate and drank ourselves merry, and entertained ourselves with the box that once contained a "He-Man and The Masters of the Universe" toy castle.
Chapter 1, "Can I Really Know You?" displays the lunatico prophesies this preacher possesses. He speaks of the day the Holy Spirit enters his room, and that he was "As real as the book you are holding in your hand is to you." Oh kid, WHERE do you get these lines?
His awakening is misguided, as proven two paragraphs later: "It seemed that my room had been lifted into the hemisphere of Heaven." In other words, he loses his mind by the mistaken translation of his experience: It did not SEEM that his room had been lifted, his room DID levitate and, through the guidance of Lord Krishna and Principe Elefánte, he astral-projected through time, twilight, sobbed upon the Tree of Woe, and even entered the Poppy held by Prince Gautama Buddha. Benny Hinn almost achieved enlightenment, ready to hypnotize and pacify entire troops of ill-willed Kthulunian Troops whose anger spilled over when the Rainbow Wasn't Enough!
But Hinn played The Fool, and did not recognize the spirit before him, the spirit that graced Great Gama with Wrestling Brilliance, the Spirit that grew fresh Fogfruit in the arid regions of The Allen Hotel! No, Hinn misinterpreted the Indú Bliss before him, and instead was plastered with visions of Solony's crazy uncle running nude down the streets of San Fernando, surrounded by the blaring sirens of police and firemen that chased him down! The Horror! The Horror!
Fortunately, this book turned into a winged creature and flew out my Hotel Room window, and Steele lit up a comforting wonderful Christmas Tree; then did the right hemisphere of the brain short circuit the left hemisphere, the left hemisphere short-circuited the right hemisphere and BING!
We were there! Enlightenment achieved! I'm telling you the truth! "