If your enemies have a huge gun aimed at your head,
the one thing you absolutely must not ever do
is hand them the bullets.
Your enemy will always be defined as the one person who firmly believes
that the Universe would be a far better place without you in it. Therefore,
your enemy will always be seeking the most effective ways
to wipe both you and everything pertaining to you out of existence,
plain and simple. That is why giving your enemy a loaded gun
would be just as fatal to you as committing suicide with that gun.
There are numerous methods of committing suicide
without actually committing suicide.
You commit suicide when you knowingly and willingly
live the wrong lifestyle or marry the wrong person,
and it eventually kills you. Some suicides can occur in a split second,
while others take decades. Sometimes,
death hits and kills a person all at once, while other times,
death slowly and meticulously unravels a person over countless years.
So then who is the real enemy?
Is it the one who tries to put you to death without any real cause?
Or is it death himself, the very one who
has made a mockery of all love and dignity and virtue and righteousness and
truth and tradition and romance and commitment and sentimentality and
piety and hope by dragging them all to the grave and
mercilessly reducing them all to maggots and worms and ashes and dirt and
bones and hopeless emptiness? Why do people commit suicide?
Is it because they can only see life as nothing more than
the long road that always leads to death,
with suicide simply being a convenient shortcut?
Are we handing death the bullets
because we've forgotten how to dream those precious dreams of
faith, hope, unconditional love, and immortality?
Just because a people haven't had a victory for tens of thousands of years
does not mean that victory is impossible.
And just because a people have never triumphed at all,
it does not mean that triumph is unattainable.
Nevertheless, someone needs to defeat death today,
right here and now, by successfully reversing his icy grip and
completely restoring those who have wrongfully and prematurely died.
And someone needs to demonstrate that there is an afterlife
and another Universe after our loved ones die. Otherwise,
why try to stop your loved ones from committing suicide
when life is nothing more than the long road to death,
and suicide is simply the shortcut?
Why not simply give your enemy the bullets,
and just get it over with?
Sometimes, suicide veils herself
and takes the long road.
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Saturday, September 2, 2017
Slingshot
Trying to solve these modern-day problems
using "that old-time religion"
makes about as much sense
as putting new wine into old wineskins,
or attacking an ironclad battleship with wooden bows and arrows.
I don't care what god you serve:
do you really think David's simple slingshot would stand a chance
against a Goliath who has an AK-47 in his right hand, an RPG in his left,
and bulletproof body-armor from head to toe? I don't think so!
In this modern-day technologically advanced society,
we are experiencing moral and ethical challenges
that our forefathers and foremothers couldn't have even imagined,
and the Biblical misconceptions the church could get away with long ago
are completely ripping Christians to shreds today,
while the world looks on and increasingly mocks both Jesus and His followers
with each passing day. Stop trying to get away with Dispensationalism,
since that moth-eaten theology clearly supports a fickle, inconsistent,
changing GOD,
while the Bible itself says, "I am the LORD, I change not,"
and "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever."
Stop trying to say that the entire Bible is the WORD of GOD
when even Jesus Himself had to edit the very Scriptures
during His Sermon on the Mount,
teaching people to love their enemies instead of hating them,
and altogether negating the "eye for an eye" and "swearing an oath" parts.
Stop using the Book of Genesis as the undisputed origin of humanity
when even Jesus Himself never mentioned Adam by name,
always referring to Himself as "the Son of man," never "the Son of Adam."
Stop teaching people that Satan rules over Hell and lives in Hell
when Satan isn't even in Hell, but is instead the prince of the powers of the air.
Stop saying that Satan resembles that sabbatical goat called Baphomet
when the prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel called him Lucifer,
the archangel of musical glory and sublime beauty,
who was ejected from Heaven for willfully dreaming about
being like the MOST HIGH, dreaming about being made in the Image of GOD,
in other words, COVETING WHAT THE AVERAGE MAN AND WOMAN
ALREADY ARE. They know not, neither will they understand,
and they senselessly march onward like Christian soldiers in their own darkness,
which is why all of the earth's foundations are horrendously out of course.
We desperately need to assume our rightful place as gods,
as Sons and Daughters of the MOST HIGH,
before we all die like mortal men
and fall like one of the blind princes.
We desperately need to do away with David's old worn-out slingshot
and get with the times
before it's too late.
---
Every cause has a unique effect,
and every effect has a unique cause.
Nothing happens by random chance.
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using "that old-time religion"
makes about as much sense
as putting new wine into old wineskins,
or attacking an ironclad battleship with wooden bows and arrows.
I don't care what god you serve:
do you really think David's simple slingshot would stand a chance
against a Goliath who has an AK-47 in his right hand, an RPG in his left,
and bulletproof body-armor from head to toe? I don't think so!
In this modern-day technologically advanced society,
we are experiencing moral and ethical challenges
that our forefathers and foremothers couldn't have even imagined,
and the Biblical misconceptions the church could get away with long ago
are completely ripping Christians to shreds today,
while the world looks on and increasingly mocks both Jesus and His followers
with each passing day. Stop trying to get away with Dispensationalism,
since that moth-eaten theology clearly supports a fickle, inconsistent,
changing GOD,
while the Bible itself says, "I am the LORD, I change not,"
and "Jesus Christ the same yesterday, and today, and forever."
Stop trying to say that the entire Bible is the WORD of GOD
when even Jesus Himself had to edit the very Scriptures
during His Sermon on the Mount,
teaching people to love their enemies instead of hating them,
and altogether negating the "eye for an eye" and "swearing an oath" parts.
Stop using the Book of Genesis as the undisputed origin of humanity
when even Jesus Himself never mentioned Adam by name,
always referring to Himself as "the Son of man," never "the Son of Adam."
Stop teaching people that Satan rules over Hell and lives in Hell
when Satan isn't even in Hell, but is instead the prince of the powers of the air.
Stop saying that Satan resembles that sabbatical goat called Baphomet
when the prophets Isaiah and Ezekiel called him Lucifer,
the archangel of musical glory and sublime beauty,
who was ejected from Heaven for willfully dreaming about
being like the MOST HIGH, dreaming about being made in the Image of GOD,
in other words, COVETING WHAT THE AVERAGE MAN AND WOMAN
ALREADY ARE. They know not, neither will they understand,
and they senselessly march onward like Christian soldiers in their own darkness,
which is why all of the earth's foundations are horrendously out of course.
We desperately need to assume our rightful place as gods,
as Sons and Daughters of the MOST HIGH,
before we all die like mortal men
and fall like one of the blind princes.
We desperately need to do away with David's old worn-out slingshot
and get with the times
before it's too late.
---
Every cause has a unique effect,
and every effect has a unique cause.
Nothing happens by random chance.
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The Energy of Pain
What would happen to me
if I focused every last ounce of my pain, my sorrow,
my grief, my mourning, my loss, my loneliness, and my torment
onto one place, one shape, one pattern most desired?
Would I finally see miraculous magic in my life?
Or would I go irreversibly mad, or suffer a nervous breakdown,
or witness the catastrophic collapse of my physical health?
I once heard that the most intense supernatural power
comes from the most intense personal emotion. And oftentimes,
that emotion is pain. I also heard that the entire Universe
consists of only two things, energy and pattern,
and that one cannot exist without the other.
How can I even begin to channel the overwhelming grief
I have just suffered when I prematurely lost both of my parents and a dear friend
over the past two years, grief that could produce more energy
than a trillion Hiroshima-type A-bombs?
Do I even dare try to channel it,
at the risk of being driven irretrievably insane?
Sometimes,
the pain is so great,
I just want to sit there,
in my bedroom, in the silence,
and simply shut down.
Sometimes,
I am just too tired
to shed yet another lonely tear.
Sometimes,
I wonder how I could have lived for more than half a century
without having created any kind of enduring legacy,
as if I've been living a wretched lie all along,
betraying my true self with every last step I took.
I sit there and wonder, where did I go wrong?
I keep asking myself, how many wrong turns did I make?
My patriotism died in 2013, when I learned the awful truths about America.
Then my mother dies in 2014, then my father dies in 2015,
and then one of my dear friends, who used to be my girlfriend,
dies in 2016, this year, as if the pain wasn't through with me yet.
And Los Angeles gets more and more overcrowded by self-absorbed outsiders
who just moved here yesterday, and the traffic congestion keeps getting worse,
and the cost of living keeps rising while the quality of life keeps falling,
and the pollution keeps worsening,
and the competition keeps getting more vicious,
and the water supply keeps dwindling,
and the number of power failures keeps increasing,
and the overall insanity of overpopulation keeps drowning out all sense of
dignity, kindness, peace. I cannot recall the last time
I had a good night's sleep.
And I keep lingering on the idea
of cultivating my power
from a pain deep enough to detonate supernovae and cause whole galaxies
to spin. If I just simply embraced this immense, nightmarish colossus,
and allowed my tears to flow without reason and without end,
would I finally have peace after all?
Or would I finally lose my natural mind
after all?
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if I focused every last ounce of my pain, my sorrow,
my grief, my mourning, my loss, my loneliness, and my torment
onto one place, one shape, one pattern most desired?
Would I finally see miraculous magic in my life?
Or would I go irreversibly mad, or suffer a nervous breakdown,
or witness the catastrophic collapse of my physical health?
I once heard that the most intense supernatural power
comes from the most intense personal emotion. And oftentimes,
that emotion is pain. I also heard that the entire Universe
consists of only two things, energy and pattern,
and that one cannot exist without the other.
How can I even begin to channel the overwhelming grief
I have just suffered when I prematurely lost both of my parents and a dear friend
over the past two years, grief that could produce more energy
than a trillion Hiroshima-type A-bombs?
Do I even dare try to channel it,
at the risk of being driven irretrievably insane?
Sometimes,
the pain is so great,
I just want to sit there,
in my bedroom, in the silence,
and simply shut down.
Sometimes,
I am just too tired
to shed yet another lonely tear.
Sometimes,
I wonder how I could have lived for more than half a century
without having created any kind of enduring legacy,
as if I've been living a wretched lie all along,
betraying my true self with every last step I took.
I sit there and wonder, where did I go wrong?
I keep asking myself, how many wrong turns did I make?
My patriotism died in 2013, when I learned the awful truths about America.
Then my mother dies in 2014, then my father dies in 2015,
and then one of my dear friends, who used to be my girlfriend,
dies in 2016, this year, as if the pain wasn't through with me yet.
And Los Angeles gets more and more overcrowded by self-absorbed outsiders
who just moved here yesterday, and the traffic congestion keeps getting worse,
and the cost of living keeps rising while the quality of life keeps falling,
and the pollution keeps worsening,
and the competition keeps getting more vicious,
and the water supply keeps dwindling,
and the number of power failures keeps increasing,
and the overall insanity of overpopulation keeps drowning out all sense of
dignity, kindness, peace. I cannot recall the last time
I had a good night's sleep.
And I keep lingering on the idea
of cultivating my power
from a pain deep enough to detonate supernovae and cause whole galaxies
to spin. If I just simply embraced this immense, nightmarish colossus,
and allowed my tears to flow without reason and without end,
would I finally have peace after all?
Or would I finally lose my natural mind
after all?
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