1523 N. LaBrea, Suite #274 Hollywood, Calif. 90028 2/23/83 To everybody, through Sam: I wa
1523 N. LaBrea, Suite #274
Hollywood, Calif. 90028
To everybody, through Sam:
I was in prison from Nov. 17, 1973 to May 10, 1977.
During that time Olivia Newton-John sang a song in
an album, "Is there anyone out there who can let
his light shine?" So, I wrote to her every thought
I had in my head. According to the reports in fan
magazines, People magazine, etc., she's been doing
what I told her. After I wrote she sang "Making
a good thing better." Then she sang a song asking,
"How are we going to meet?" I replied, "Don't worry
about it, just do your business; fulfill your obligations,
and we'll meet somehow in the course of things," or
something to that effect. Then someone sang a song,
"You made the wine, now drink the cup!" In my
attempts to graduate from the audience to the
stage, I'm beginning to understand the cup.
I went to her concert near Phoenix, Oct. 15th, where
I couldn't talk to the road crew, and I couldn't
reach her backstage, so I have to go another way.
When I got out of prison, in '77, I went to Bob
Dylan's house (out past Malibu) and his security guards
told me to leave. Then Bob sang a song about the
hard time he was having, so I wrote and said, "What do
you expect? You weren't very nice to me when I dropped
by to see you." Then Bob changed to be a Christian.
The Rolling Stones sang about their emotional ups
and downs, so I told them that they've been very
rowdy boys in the past few years, that they should
clean up their act with righteousness. Then they
sang, "Rock 'n Roll Salvation," and something about
running through a lot of red lights, saying, "Thank you,
Jesus," at each one. When Chicago's lead singer ac-
cidentally shot himself I wrote to his widow, "Don't
weep or mourn. He's waiting for us at the end of the
tunnel." Then I told her how to enjoy sex without
committing fornication or adultery, and suggested that
she allow her child to join in the fun. Not long after,
Chicago came back singing, "I'm alive again." I
wrote to Andrea True when she sang "Lights! Camera!
Action! How do you like your love?" I told her how
I wanted her to seduce a couple 7 or 8 year old boys
on the screen.* I wrote to at least 200 bands and
singers about one thing or another, trying to answer
their questions, give them the help and advice they
needed to see them through hard times, and
let them see a better way for all of this to turn
[* Rod Stewart came out singing, "You're every school
boy's dream," which I naturally took to be a group
response to what I told Andrea.]
out. In September or October, 1977, I obtained a ticket
to the Midnight Special, and went to the NBC studios
in Burbank (during the RTD strike. I walked all night
long, just to be there the next morning) on the appointed
taping day. I talked to Wolfman Jack about 2 minutes.
He placed me in a certain spot, and when he came on
camera for an announcement, I was standing behind
his left shoulder, smiling stupidly into the lens,
then he disappeared and I didn't see him again. In
the show, a band played something about, "Give it to me,
baby!" A nice, young, well-built girl jumped upon the
stage, dancing, throwing her pussy into the drummer's
face, etc., but they ignored her and kept on playing.
At the end of the song, someone said, "Okay, take it from
the top," and they taped it over - without the girl. When
Maxine Nightengale came on and sang, "Take my hand,
and lead me on," I jumped onto the stage and took
her hand - Let's go! She stopped singing and looked
around at the band, and they quit playing. The security
guards took me off the stage, shoved me out the door,
and said, "Don't come back!" They didn't take it again
from the top for me, and I'd sure like to find out why.
I shook the dust of that house off my feet, and when I
got back home that day I wrote to Wolfman Jack, told
him what happened, and advised him to leave a sinking
ship before he went down with it. Some time later,
the Midnight Special went off the air, but a few
months ago I heard Wolfman Jack making an announce-
ment on some radio station, and I was glad to hear
that he's still working, because it means that he followed
my advice, and wasn't hurt by anything that happened,
at least, that's what I see in my head, which has
nothing to do with reality, like thinking I had a
date with Dusty. If I had this information of how
much influence my past action has had, I could
better judge what my future action should be.
I have been living in an abandoned Korean
restaurant (The Octopus's Garden, in my head) east of
Vermont on Olympic Blvd, L.A., which has a nightclub
in the back. I made love to a three year old chicano
girl, and her two brothers aged 8 and 12, when they
wandered into the place while exploring. This
gentle pedophile made them feel at home, but did not
allow them to control our relationship. No one can rule the Boss!
If I had accepted the first joint offered to me,
in 1957, we all would have been further along
then we are now, but I had to suffer ten more
years before I accepted the truth and discovered
the reality of marijuana during the Summer of Love,
'67. This is how all have sinned and fallen short of the
glory of God, except our brother, Jesus, who showed
us how to stop falling short, to assume the res-
ponsibilities and benefits of sunship and godhood.
All who repent are forgiven and saved from the
ferocious, raging forces in the world. Those who
refuse don't want to see me anymore, and they
are glad to see me leave.
Now, I'm ten years ahead of everyone else, waiting
for you to catch up, then we can all live together,
and I won't be alone anymore. The better I feel
the better you will feel, as we climb upward,
because what one suffers we all suffer, and this
fact cannot be avoided or ignored. We're all in
the same boat, which is going nowhere at the
moment, because I can find no crew members
to help me raise the sails and move on. I can
move the rudder back and forth all day long,
but without forward movement, it won't change
A song says, "Your wish is my command!" I
wish for at least two men to sit with me on the
board of directors of The House Of The Lord, a non-
profit organization, so I can get donations,
and fulfill the Bible prophecy which says, "I was
glad when they said unto me, 'Let us go unto the
house of the Lord'." I wish for twelve directors,
apostles, gatekeepers, generals, godfathers, councelors,
or chiefs - but two will start it off.
I wish to open the Octopus's Garden, serving
wine, milk, honey, coffee, beer, tobacco, and
marijuana, without cost or price (like a mission
soup line) and perform upon my own stage before
an audience in my own nightclub. I wish for
anyone who doesn't like it to be thrown out.
I wish to have a stereo system in the restaurant/
nightclub tuned to KROQ, to be open 24 hours a day,
seven days a week, 365 days a year, 100 years a
century, ten centuries a millenium.
I wish to have bullet proof glass
picture windows, and bank-vault-strong doors
installed in the place for when "they shall wish
to enter and not be able."
I wish KROQ to move into this place with me,
and broadcast from the restaurant. Take your
pick of which rooms you want for the operation.
You can pay me half the rent you are paying now,
so I can live better than I do now, and give the
other half of the rent to the employees as a raise in
I wish to have a titanium Harley-Davidson
motorcycle, 1200 c.c.; solid frame, engine block,
pistons, rings, crankshaft, brake shoes,
rims, etc., all made of titanium - every metal
part. I wish for a propeller in back, like an
air boat, and a folding gyro-rotor overhead, on the
order of what I told Olivia Newton-John about.
I wish for an AM/FM/CB radio, with an amplifier
so I can sing and play into the same speakers,
along with the radio on at the same time. I
wish for a spotlight, like the police helicopters
have. I wish to broadcast from that seat -
10,000 feet in the air! I wish for 144,000 Champions,
and saints clothed in white, to follow this Lamb of God
wherever I go. I wish to make America free,
from the Artic Ocean to the Strait of Magellan -
with no border lines!
I wish you to tell Dusty that she's the only
split-tail who ever curtsied to me, that we are
the Court Of The King And Queen Of Heaven And
Earth, Champions Of The World, and Dust In The Wind.
I'm the "queen" with the crown of 12 stars, mentioned
in Revelation, chapter 12. Jesus fathered my child
who is now in heaven where nothing can harm
him in any way, shape, or form, while the flood
of evil Satan cast out of his mouth to drown
me is swallowed up by the earth - which is my
peace in God. I wish you to meet both my
maker (my husband) and my child.
I have nothing to do, and no reason to
be here until March 3rd, as I promised those
kids (I made love to) a party when my next
check comes. I have enough dope for a handful
of joints, and enough tobacco to last at least
a week, so I'm going out on the freeway to
see who will pick me up. Praise the Lord for
my acquired mobility, and my natural desire
Two hours after dark on the freeway: it's cold,
lonely, and unfriendly. I bore it for awhile, but
(having had nothing to eat all day) I decided to
dine at Colonel Sander's Kentucky Fried Chicken
Now I'm in the laundromat, just down the
street from Colonel Sander's - way in the back,
where I got stoned, and sang some songs for
three chicano warriors. When I finished they
clapped, and I bowed to them, as if I were on stage.
Now I shall return to the restaurant, relax,
and allow my dinner to digest. The energy
used in digestion makes one sleepy. It's better
to go hungry, if you can bear it.
Perhaps, in this letter you can see how I
labor to lessen the confusion inherent in
mankind (which is brought out by smoking
marijuana) and thereby causing more confusion
in the process. No one wants to know the
Fool On The Hill. (Alfred E. Newman says,
"What, me worry?") This is why I can't work,
and I collect $440 a month total disability
on Social Security, like they're paying me
to stay off the job. It's sort of nice, except
starvation wages make everything cost too much.
This is part of what I wish the Champions to
help me change. Let the low become high,
and the high become low - on their knees
calling Jesus, Lord, and begging for their lives!
Today's another day, and I changed my mind
about getting out on the freeway. I'm lazy, and I
don't want to carry my cross all that way. I like
tripping out in MacArthur Park, and doing business
with the establishments who know me, also
I now feel that I should be at the restaurant
waiting for anyone who wants to see me.
You can spread the word: the Little
Runaway has stopped running; God willing.
Sam, I ask for your help in promoting
a rock concert where I can go backstage and
meet the stars that I might join the Rock 'n
Roll Community as the chaplin of Rock 'n Roll.
I wish you to help me tie up Satan's
angels, that we might rid the world of this
menace. They get mad when I'm having
fun doing my thing. Every corner where people
hang out has at least one in the group, leading
All aboard! This love train keeps on
moving! You are the station where people
get on, but not the only one. You are the
only station that has this close personal
relationship with me, but there are other
stations who work magic with me - KJLH,
KDAY and Magic 106, to name a few.
Song: "How can we go on together after we've
grown apart?" We separated that we might
have room to grow, and fill up the spaces
between us. This is how Our Father chastises
his sons and prunes us that we may bear
more fruit. Woe unto those who made us
part when we're together again. Woe unto
the world for making the righteous poor,
and helpless, go hungry and thirsty. Praise the
Lord for giving me what no man can give me
nor take away from me; that's me inside my
spaceship, my temple where no man can enter
until the seven angels have poured their vials
upon the earth. Dusty won't be one of them, so
I wish to move the whole thing down a notch,
and see who comes up in her place.
Song: "First you want my body, then you
want my soul. I'll do anything you want,
but I can't go for that!" Everybody draws
the line somewhere on what they'll do or
won't do. I can't get anything done, and
everything stays the same as it always has
been. I wish to break this impasse, dammit!
I'm broke, lazy, and my radio battery is dead. God
only knows when I'll have enough money to get an
other battery and listen to you some more.
In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, I remain
your unworthy servant,
Captain Shiloh Morgan
P.S.;I keep yelling, "The more the merrier! All in free!"
and no one comes. That's what makes my tears fall
from the sky, creating the Sea of Love in which I
swim with the porpoises and the whales, in the
Octopus's Garden at the bottom of the sea, where
the beast (who shall rule the earth) is my pet, and
he won't hurt me (**) and the
influence of mankind's foolishness is not felt. You
don't have the slightest idea of what it's like to live
by loving your enemies, because you haven't ever
done it. That's why meeting me is such a mind-blowing
experience, and I get kicked out everywhere I go,
laughed at, pushed around, beaten up, and ripped-off by
everyone who knows me to be an easy mark, and jailed
by man-made laws in a wicked world. When we have
been able to stop these same things from happening to
the other "easy marks" like me, the weather and all of
Mother Nature will be vastly improved to the point
that the lion and the lamb shall lie down together,
the wolf, the bear, the doe, the ox, the racoon, the squirrel,
the chipmunk, the mouse, the elephant, and the cat
shall all live together - each respecting one another's
space. Need I say more? How else may I serve you?
It is my wish, and my prayer, that this letter should
bring you running to accomplish the
mission which I've set forth within these nine
pages. Thank you, Father, for your attention to me
that my friends come to know you as I do,
which I say for the same reason Jesus prayed publicly,
to advertize your presence.
I wish the Lord to send laborers to reap this great
How do you like my delusions? of grandeur and
persecution? I immensely enjoy bouncing from one
side to the other, like in ping-pong or tennis - much
more active than chess, but not as rough as football.
My delusions of grandeur are visions of a better
day; what we can expect when there's no one
around to bother us. People get mad when they
don't wish to waste their time thinking this way,
whence cometh the persecution. I make them
angry, and I don't fight back, because Jesus
says not to. I feel like James Bond, getting shot by spies!
How else may I serve you? What more
could I do to my garden? How do I reach
you and obtain the co-operation I need
to bring all of my visions into visible
reality? I can do nothing of myself alone.
I need the Body of Christ to move as a co-ordinated
unit, with me as the head. This task of re-
creating our earthly environment, and pre-
paring for the rapture, is the experience
we need to reach the stars and join the Universal
Club of Gods, each one on his own world.
Jesus Christ: I won't give you your pay
until you get out beyond
Shiloh: It's a deal! Signed, sealed,
and delivered with a kiss!
And, the little runaway child finally found a home
with people who want her to stay where she is.
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