About Rev. Shakes Spear

Who is the Good Reverend?

Rev. Shakes Spear is the Self-Inflicted Savior, God’s Favorite Guru, the Universal Ambassador of Love, and Your Personal Guide to Spiritual Salvation.

He has one goal: to get you to stop fucking around and get yourself a God. That’s it.

Rev. Shakes is either thinking about writing or writing about thinking.

He is married to Love, but he’s having a long-term affair with his intriguing, seductive mistress, Language, and her slutty girlfriend Poetry.

To learn more about Rev. Shakes you can listen to his podacst, Self-Inflicted Savior, and read his lively books. Or you could commune with him through your good thoughts.

^{_{Rev. Shakes was born in a cave and raised by wolves during the late 1880’s in the Hinterlands of Northwestern America. He is 7′ tall and can easily wrangle small cows and very large dogs to the ground due to his impressive brute strength and his manual dexterity that perfectly compliments his vast knowledge of critical nerve points that can temporarily paralyze any man or beast. In 1937 he was named ‘Best Dressed Salesman’ at the annual convention of the NAVSDRSP (National Association of Ventriloquist Supply and Dummy Repair Service Professionals) based mostly on his bold use of lightning bolt-emblazoned knee-high platform boots – which, of course, was later blatantly copied by legendary KISS guitarist, Ace Frehley. Rev. Shakes is colorblind in his left eye but only for the colors Bistre, Gamboge, Isabellene, and (only sometimes during the late Autumnal season) Smaragdine. His right eye is fine except for the rare occasions that he does too many cartwheels or backward somersaults in a row and is temporarily blind to the colors Eau-de-Nil and Sang-de-Boeuf until the following Tuesday or four days later (depending on which comes first). While he’s never been to a discotheque or a party with balloons, he is credited with inventing the dance move known as ‘The Flat Tomato Strobe’ which famously creates the optical illusion of stillness by frantically wiggling ones foot in perfect synchronicity with the flicker of incandescent light bulbs so as to trick the human eye into believing that no movement is actually occurring. This is an exhausting dance move but well worth the endless hours of practice when rewarded with the rapturous joy and awe of delighted, mesmerized crowds which often include women who wear nice hats.}}