Corporat speak

The meddling melange of corporate interest surveillance into the hirelings own socioeconomic spectral internet motivations is an egregious act of private invasion with the coming digital age, let alone where they themselves walk everyday, whom they commune with, or what they themselves watch and research. Apps may be private, but don't they realize they are really open? Who's behavior are we to force after all?

Work has it's merits, but we are fast approaching McKenna-ian articulations with this 4th industrial revolution.

As being part of a board makes one's own motivations any more or less private in the eyes of God? They are also men and women, driven by capital and labor. Those simply aware of such preceptions upon their avatars are operating on a multi-layered approach anyway, and are more safeguarded by being cognizant. 

Can reconnaissance discover the contents of a hand written notebook? Undelivered email drafts on a shared account? I am a man who owns his own actions. I have no ulterior motives, but prefer a blend of old and new school. The question is whether I can be aware of the motivations of the entity? So far I am aware of it's "seeing," me. One can only respond with, "I see you too." I would prefer any such action potentials or presuppositions regarding my inherent character to be first brought to my attention so as to be addressed by my person, first line, as a first principle.

 

I merely hold up the black digital mirror. 

 

They might not even think to look here as I state my awareness, but I am letting the entity notice my inherent motivations as a human being.

  

What an interesting age we're entering. 

 

Makes trust all the more valuable between living souls.

 

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the Mirror

An exciting time (for the woman I know reading this):

You bring the excitement of a gentle spirit,

and a most sweet disposition.

Others may have overlooked, but I feel the presence of a meek soul, not to be taken for granted, for it has been placed before me. 

I may not have recognized it at first, but in time glows straight away from your face. Your eyes speak and convince me of a future contentment not yet realized. 

Growing intent stirs a desire to lay next to you, and your face proves your comfort. A slight stir should be treated most delicately. 

I desire your trust and confidence and want to face the future with you near. An exciting time indeed.

She sells herself short continuously, but I know there are over 290 flavors which remain. May she receive solace. 

She is stronger than she looks, she knows this. It is a welcome quality for a companion who listens to her.

May this post serve as a reflection, a consideration even, of her future chapters presented, much like the symbol of the mirror standing in her space - a world once so familiar, beckoning her forward into a new one, as she asks God, "What next?" 

What timing. What next, indeed.

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Cleverness

God said, "Love your enemies," and I obeyed Him, and I loved myself.

Any religion that orders you to love your enemies was written by your enemies.

One liners and proverbs.

Faith is the belief in things unseen.

All things were made by Him; and without Him was not anything made that was made.  

Sometimes thoughts 95

The Tongue

A loose rudder, a gentle sway

keeps nothing immovable,

for in life's movement -

This turn, this slight,

renders intent,

within our hearts.

Inaction, in action,

our treasures lie (treasure lies),

the art-of-word(s).

How else, and how to,

reconcile imagination,

in point(s) of truth?

 

It is in that divine and also souless tongue, the ultimate tool of man, to confirm or betray his own heart, as he knows not. 

The heart, mind, soul, and strength exist, but what other than the tongue can express it, nay, convey it.

Guide it's inevitable movement to the winds of the Spirits mysterious desires.

 

Sometimes at a loss 94

Born in 93

If life were but a breath, a whisper even, would you say a prayer? 

Would it make sense to say a prayer?

The wind and the breath were as the same in 93, it only happened then.

I pray to that Spirit in the breath, whose movement causes a stir in me as I look out over the great Water Spirit. 

Some would say life is merely to enjoy it, and this is an expression; I may enjoy the wind in my memory, but what of this speaking to it: on the days of creation, spoken into material existence is become the essence of the Divine in our soul.

Translated on a page is visual confirmation in this life. Recorded meaning.

I choose, not of desire, but toward the knowledge of the image of my being. 

Can this be the Answer in this: Man can not live on bread alone, but needs every Word God Speaks. 

The wind speaks as it Will.

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Consider

Consider how many contacts you have saved in your phone and how many you actually contact.

Consider how many people you follow on social media and how many you actually socialize with, even if it's not with the vapid same-stock commentary people seemingly always reply with.

Consider the musings of this digital inter-webbing we've so inter-twined with our real lives and its time spent with the very real lack-of-compensation we spend within its trappings.

This sinister, diabolical and methodical planned-for programming is evidence of societies anti-social moral decays, and we are seeing the fruits of the spawn of it's first generation.

Having been raised in the millenial bridge, I argue in favor of possible extraction behaviors, because it sets a dangerous precedent. I argue with those who agree that we can feel it square in our gut.

Consider the true meaning of repentance, its first fruits from the true vine, its implications, cost, and benefits. I sense a great divide happening in humanity. 

Consider how you hunger in your gut, and what food really does feed your soul. 

Consider prayer for the benefit of your soul.

 

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The Need

I need a Saviour; man, left to his own devices, not knowing his own heart, tends toward debasement. 

What God do you choose not to believe in? 

What does, "I desire mercy, not sacrifice," really mean? 

On that great, terrible and dark day...

"I was hungry and you fed me, naked, and you clothed me.."

"Where were you, God?"

So too its opposite: "I was hungry, and you did not feed me, naked, and you did not clothe me.."

"Where, Oh God?"

It appears either way, we are in need, and to not reject the Way of the Spirit.

Draw me to your Spirit oh God, have mercy on me, and so that I may show true mercy. 

"Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us..."

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Simplicity

Evil works in vain!

 

We know why this is.  

The great irony is their own unrealized self-destruction. They will become a footstool!

 

Even a glance at history or the bible will show this.

Sometimes the simple truth 90

Soul

Why wouldn't I trust in death Who gave me a soul in life?

Sometimes examining your soul thoughts 89

Verses

Matt 15:8-9

These people draw near to Me with their mouth, and honor Me with their lips, but their hearts are far from me. In vain they worship Me, teaching as doctrine the commandments of man.

John 9:66

From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with Him no longer.

Romans 11:33

Oh, the depth of the riches both of the wisdom and knowledge of God! How unsearchable are His judgments and His ways past finding out!

Psalm 37:4 

Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.

Sometimes verses 88

 

The Question

How does one believe unto the Lord with a corrupt heart unless chosen by God?

Why is God's will that not all shall be saved?

Who can know the will of God?

How can one know God?

"Depart from me, I never knew you."

"Blessed are those believe, and have not seen."

"Whomever rejects the Spirit will not be forgiven."

"Whomever tries to save their life will lose it, whomever loses their life for my sake will find it."

"No greater love than this: that one should lay down his life for his brother."

Seek with all heart, mind, soul, and strength.

Though I be a sinner, I return my life to the one who first gave me existence. 

Faith is chosen, we are our decisions. Infinite mercy and grace is not understood by mortals. Chase the wind why don't you.

Sometimes feeling like Jacob at Peniel thoughts 87

My One and Only Love

The very thought of you makes my heart sing,

like an April breeze on the wings of spring,

and you appear in all your splendor,

my one and only love.

The shadows fall and spread their mystic charms,

in the hush of night, while you're in my arms.

I feel your lips so warm and tender,

my one and only love.

The touch of your hand is like heaven,

a heaven that I've never known.

The blush on your cheek, whenever I speak,

tells me that you are my own.

You fill my eager heart with such desire,

every kiss you give sets my soul on fire,

I give myself in sweet surrender,

my one and only love.

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Certainty

Delight yourself in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart. - Psalm 37:4

Heaven and Earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. - Matthew 24:35

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Alleluia

The algorithms may model to create zombies until the sun comes up,

But they will never know the human heart the way the creator God does. 

Great is thy faithfulness who put their faith where it belongs. 

Heaven and Earth will pass away, but my words will not pass away. - the Teacher

the Darling

I type on my phone at 3am up north in bed.

Alone with my thoughts.

14 years ago I friended you. Knew you once. 

You introduced me to Viva la Vida. 2008.

We corresponded briefly several times afterward.

Nice Canadian girl. 

You died Jan 5 2019, your death a mystery to me.

I am surprised nonetheless, because you were alive.

Your beau remarried (gf) with kid two years later in Australia.

Pre covid this happened. Your death.

I wish you happiness in the hereafter.

God have mercy.

Silently you left, your memories linger, posted by others, mainly your family.

This affects my mortal thoughts as I sit staring into darkness.

You were sweet, caring and lovely. Really, a Darling.

I didn't even know you well, briefly in life, but you affected me at that particular time poignantly.

Your death passed as my life was passing, a different time. 

I love life experience. Living means dying. 

You lived to be 34 years old.

I love you. Not like your family or husband does, but I do. 

Dance the cosmos. That Montreal interpretive stuff you told me about.

 

The waking sleep evades not the certain dawn of morning,

challenging my restful balance, 

in this life,

while I still can. 

 

There must always be time.

Dying means living thoughts 83

 

Let him hear, let him see.

 DOES HE WHO FASHIONED THE EAR,

NOT HEAR?

DOES HE WHO FORMED THE EYE,

NOT SEE?

how profound to us mortals. 

 

my sacrifice is a broken spirit.

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Psalm 107 "the Sea"

 

Those who go down to the sea in ships, Who do business on great waters;

They have seen the works of the LORD, And His wonders in the deep.

For He spoke and raised up a stormy wind, Which lifted up the waves of the sea.

They rose up to the heavens, they went down to the depths; Their soul melted away in their misery.

They reeled and staggered like a drunken man, And were at their wits' end.

Then they cried to the LORD in their trouble, And He brought them out of their distresses.

He caused the storm to be still, So that the waves of the sea were hushed.

Then they were glad because they were quiet, So He guided them to their desired haven.

Let them give thanks to the LORD for His lovingkindness, And for His wonders to the sons of men!

Let them extol Him also in the congregation of the people, And praise Him at the seat of the elders.

 

All is well with my soul thoughts 81

Frivolity is unimportant

Here is how awesome God is.

God descended to earth as the Son of man, conceived by the Spirit (no man), the same which roamed over the surfaces of the waters of the deep of the formless desolation in the creation, suffered a brutal death, descended into hell, and for all who believe in His testimony, put into the second death the burden of the sins of the world, of all who believe, in His offer of reunification with God the eternal, having faith in these facts of our Lord, the only true Lord, believing He was/is the only, and very first, to rise to life again, knowing true life, being God himself, only three days after dying. After this, he ascended into heaven, and will come again to the Earth, shaking the resting places in a glorious all consuming fire. May He have mercy on us all! May he be known to all.

Two men died next to him on that day also. Before they died, one asked for mercy, the other demanded it. Man is sinful, and in that deep suffering, men's hearts are revealed. May God have mercy on us all. 

We can learn from Him, He once walked among us. And the reason he isn't at the moment is because of the most amazing event in world history (yet). Wouldn't the whole world seek Him and the great Helper? He makes all things new.

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Apokalupto

I have faith in your ways,

not mine.

I find no favor, 

but through the Son. 

many signs and wonders

have been done,

it is sure that these,

are not flesh and blood. 

he desires mercy,

and not sacrifice.

he knows what you need,

before it is revealed.

may these roots live

and grow with the vine,

when summer is near,

at the doors, harvest

to the furthest depths

and the greatest heights,

your name is declared

your word commanded

he desires mercy,

and not sacrifice.

he knows what you need,

before it is revealed.

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the Word: I AM.

We love suffering 

& deaths embrace 

in our fractured and broad 

destruction. 

We love killing people

because

love is long suffering 

& all we have is time,

but we know love not!

and we have not time!

we kill ourselves. 

We are deceived so deeply,

and God knows why. 

It is truly useless.

Pain is pleasure 

to us.

Existing to hate,

obvious ignorance, of course

we're given -

and this mysterious 

hidden knowledge 

somehow...

deep inside 

that we call faith,

I can't help despairing

from the thought of it - 

that we know right and wrong

yet still not understanding it;

and enjoying sin anyway,

is the heart of the matter.

we do not know what is holy.

bitter is sweet

right is wrong 

blah blah blah.

Is this true:

God's love is so great he can make hell and leave it for us to go there.  

Who's not honest with themselves, & lacking foresight anyway, 

they know they deserve it. 

Earthquake, tsunami. 

moral, natural...

Simple as rain

God chooses &

draws to His pleasure

draws

draws

draws

Jesus sanctify me,

have mercy

on all of us sinners;

making ALL THINGS happen. 

Yes, all things.

And you, in your foolishness 

think God's reasoning,

is any concern of yours.

Say Solomon split the baby?

being split is pleasure 

for we are split

and God cannot be

not even in image;

I suppose this is what they call,

soul searching,

for I search everyday,

having been cursed & blessed

with a mortal mind.

How is it the Word can suffer,

not being sinful?

the word is a consuming fire

Saying I am not

destined to enjoy wickedness 

every hour,

is false.

I'm hidden, 

have faith 

you're fucked

from birth.

fucked

fucked 

fucked.

In few material things,

I find temporary reprieve.

But truly I'm immaterial

 

How on earth,

are we to take dominion.

but by the grace of GOD.

This is why we are commanded 

not to judge:

for we cannot judge properly.

would you have been Adam?

fools married happily

during the flood;

chasing the wind...

your arrogance

is uninteresting

and untrue

and you know nothing,

about covenants...

eternal covenants,

save me God,

I crucify sin and face you,

repent or perish,

your holiness demands it,

try as I may,

your Spirit is needed

Jesus,

your Helper.

alone,

my works are dead.

mind is murder 

money chokes

into blissful mania.

can you really survive 

off the land in the hardship 

in which you were destined. 

you come after tribulation,

after the abomination. 

death is not an option,

it is the answer.

death to the sinful self,

I choose you,

my faith is facing you,

save me from testing,

deliver us!

what choice to you have 

but to feast with passion

on the flesh,

whose truth transforms 

your very blood. 

rejoice for those moments of clarity,

but make no mistake:

yours is a mortal soul,

and you have demons.

useless seekers

bonded for hades

fight for your lives:

by dying

to yourselves 

in this space,

in this time,

to find it. 

never stop seeking,

God have mercy.

Alone,

it is to your peril.

who can speak for me,

the life is in the blood,

and it is true:

we need every word God speaks

and we are judged 

as in a court,

for every one word

which we speak

midst our sinful suffering,

to the great consuming fire.

how to pray for their deliverance 

when not drawn for it.

who can answer for God?

some are confident they know 

this answer:

we all love being blind.

what is Gods mind.

who do you follow?

few really understand 

and can really love their enemies,

themselves. 

perhaps the best question,

according to an acquaintance 

upon judgment day, 

is to simply ask:

Why?

And the only answer, 

I'd wager, is the one 

already given:

I Am. 

you deserve to know 

the answer?

Renounce the world,

for we do not understand 

the absolute holy One

the great I AM.

pray for the deliverance of the repentant 

to righteousness. 

pray to God

& with great fear

the Son of the morning

with flame of fire in his eyes

and the absolute sword of His mouth.

have mercy on us

have mercy on our souls. 

we do not understand.

"they do not understand what they do." 

sometimes prayer to the Lord of the universe 79

46 10

My cousin got married last October; was an overall great celebration, but near the end of the night, after heavy drinking on both sides of the family, the groom's notorious father (not in the good way), attempted to fight my brother for thinking he was hitting on his sister, 40 years my brother's senior, and by all intents and purposes, the two were enjoying the night, talking lightheartedly at a table of people.

My brother thought it good to reason with him, and was worked up and asked me, to which I replied: 'Don't bother. If you're not welcome in someone's home, turn, leave that place, and shake the dust off your feet.' I wasn't sure how he'd react given his state, but it sunk in and he agreed; my aunt confirmed that that advice lead to what was the best thing that could've happened in all scenarios with this fellow, as I've heard stories about him before. 

I'm not perfect, but I do have a pretty good intuition for such people, and have been around the block long enough to suss them out, but it wasn't my advice. And unless it's good advice, it doesn't matter the man or the woman involved. Better an honest hypocrite, than just a hypocrite. If we deny ourselves, how can we be honest. How easy would it be to love and forgive this aggressor? 

sometimes thoughts 78

the world according to google collections (77)

muck and moil soil toil

if the world were truly over-populated, why are all the people alive and here on the earth? metric timescales have begun, and it will be too late for most. what a great time to pray for your enemies, while they make their way to island bunkers. place your heart right there and be honest. you are as strong as you are honest. 

the 4th kingdom will consume the whole earth.

unplug the grip on your soul; claiming dominion and walking upright on the land is not achieved without pains, and requires uprooting the poisonous tree. 

sui juris, may no poisonous fruit abound.

be perfect, therefore... 

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🔥 Look at the birds of the air.., your heavenly Father feeds them🔥

James 2:19!

Always seek, even when you know you are falling.

I sin when I get caught up in the famous Hume question when wrestling with God, but His faithfulness is forever. And as this post has been updated over the past month, the scripture in the title is as close as I can get to this topic so far. Being sinful, I don't believe I can escape sinful ponderings while God works on me. I am thankful for everything, and I still seek. 

As far as I can tell so far, it will be like in Daniel with Hananiah (God is gracious), Mishael (who is what God is), and Azariah (God has helped). Stand and choose God; True bravery and courage, whatever the outcome.

God gives us breath to breathe the fire of his love. Forgive me though Lord, I am sinful.

I thought the other day, "I choose God."

Then I thought, how do you deal with this: 

Love thy enemies.

Love Satan.

Never.

Easy to claim when your faith is untested.

In a sense, Satan was the most naive. 

Even Pharoah's magicians snakes were swallowed up by Aaron's. God is a jealous God.

The elect must vigilantly watch as commanded by the lamb.

God have mercy, as mens hearts fail even (if it were possible) the elect, when given life giving breath to the wonderment of man, yet not being the Way, the Truth, and the Life. 

Christ asks, will faith be found on the earth?

His word is holy. 

By faith we understand that the universe was formed at God’s command, so that what is seen was not made out of what was visible.

If we're blind, do we really listen better? 

Is man's heart truly inclined for evil like God says (our Father who draws us), is it truly mysterious to us, and can we truly want what is good for us?

"All your heart, soul, and strength," is a commandment, after all.

How are volition and faith connected?

Our Lord says, the wages of sin is death. 

What a terrible thing it is in the eyes of God.

I am only a man, I want to understand something as deeply as I am able. In the end, though I fall repeatedly short, in my faith, I choose and love God. Trust in the Lord. 

Luke 9: 57-62 throw me too as those fellows seemed earnest and intent.

 

Spurgeon said, 'As numerous as your wanderings, so numerous your restorations will be.'

 

What an adventure we are on together.

 

Hume framed it (the conundrum of evil and suffering) this way:

 

Is God willing to prevent evil, but not able: then is He impotent?

Is He able, but not willing: then is He malevolent?

Is He both willing and able: whence then this evil? 

Being subject to sinful confusing thoughts arising on the differences between love and wrath, I find this question fascinating,

 

but...

 

As I learn over and over again, it is we who are evil and guilty of evil. See my wrestling below that some may feel similarly and come to the gospel like I did in this instance: 

 

Deceptive musings and the false lights of mortal consciousness, existing in this numbered in-between. 

even the sons of light will suffer unto eternity (after forever, or, the end of the age)

have you ever encountered an angel? how would you know? can you even distinguish between true light without feeling like you are falling dead? they wouldn't even have to impress you, and even if the messenger is benevolent, how do you make sense of your sight if you don't even know the truth of things? and even if you fall 'dead,' you're still alive, but are you really living? can you comprehend true life or even the sight of your eyes? neither eye has seen, nor ear has heard... the horror! think of the benevolent being busting Paul from prison in front of the sleeping Roman guards. Guards never sleep.

 

I got a coffee and drove toward the masonic lodge downtown. 

Severed vines in bundled Christmas lights framed the handicapped entrance which couldn't more fittingly undue in a single instant in simple darkness and sin a lifetime of inbuilt curiosity with its deceptive, morbid symbology, based in the simple inverted belief that light is dark and dark is light. Here: and knowledge of the fact spoken by the Lord of the wages of sin being death, sin crouching at your doorstep, earthly timing and knowledge may be found, but why gain the world, when you can lose.., what is it, again? I just want to know how to combat it with the armor we're called to use. We excuse the highest standard and fall short in this life in simple thoughts. This is a truth of mine I will share, and the nexus of mortal daily struggle (I believe), and even simple moral failures erupt deep and atrocious anger from the soul depths, especially if you've knowledge of occult, because we are truly like this, so may our thoughts always align of righteous sound mind and be not deceived with false vines. Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is.., what is it, again?

With inadvertent worship of the great deceiver and original order of the snake, bearing arms of scriptural muscle memory wrests away (the only defense, emphasis on sword of the Word) habits of veiled 'evil' leitmotifs, timings, contrasting masculine/feminine lingual associations with light/dark, positivism, thus bringing opposite desired effect of the craft, with its saturnine devouring generative futility, ultimately reinforcing faith in Christ's redemptive plan for a new heaven and a new earth, His inability to lie, and finding it's simple opposite amidst our failings, and understanding that His love is even deeper. This is key. The father of lies can only supplant himself (ye shall be like god, knowing good and evil), as only God creates, and even the snakes followers must necessarily blindly believe in God, at base being at odds with veritable truth. Weeds or wheat before the furnace.

This is the chthonic, within and without, in the material; this bundled vine symbolism parasitically infects my hearts discernment between good and evil. I am only a man, and I try to look closely at these spiritual things, I am sure of it. In the land of the blind, the one eyed man is king. Few bother to explore it's seemingly innocent symbology, essentially admitting, 'how wonderful it would be to be "wrong,"' because we can't be truly wise unless given wisdom (& only Adam was told explicitly about the tree; who knows what God told Satan and the angels about the Garden?); God is indeed gracious, for the snake receives his divided kingdom after all, and for acting hellish, receives a hellish reward made manifest with infinite abound, insofar as we can imagine a true absence of the divine, as most can hardly comprehend walking even a dark path at nightfall. God also made me to walk along cliff-sides, I have always had this daring in my heart. This materially would represent what we call morbid curiosity, however: the great pit is rumbling for the king of Babylons arrival, and even our imaginations shudder its preeminent truth, for we glimpse it beforehand in our very human hearts upon the coming of the day of judgment, despite knowing the time (for anything, for that matter), and a scriptural recognition of the great Flood preceding. This has to be knowledge of the gospel within us, may everyone hear it and please Father draw everybody by faith. I simply cannot understand your absence nor your glory, nor why you would draw or not draw (not everyone who calls me Lord Lord...; didn't we cast out demons in your name...), therefore who can know anything at all. These are struggles for men.

 

Great are the ties governing the binding of Orion, and even greater still is the mind of God, and so frustratingly unimaginable (like chasing the wind), but this seeking desire to know remains. I have wondered if it's this very reason (imagination of the divine, as well as its absence), seemingly placed within us, alone which inclines the will toward the divine via faith, as Jesus says: behold, the kingdom of God is within you.  Is this the true meaning? Who can know righteousness by faith unless God draws them. And who truly understands mercy in this age? Jacob, you worm! If that deceiver who I've always disliked is 'chosen,' is it any wonder I feel hourly (and minutely!) the ecclesiastical philosophers hopelessness and meaninglessness also? And even he was a king. The classic will vs. predestination struggle, for what does anything matter...God the sovereign so chooses.

Though I have faced darkness openly, fallen, sought and received redemption (unassuredly at times), may I serve as a lightning rod against the rages of subjugation to self-annihilation, much like the rallying cries of musicians of old leading the front lines of battle in order that men should follow toward the will of the One in whose image He made us all, and this scriptural fact makes me wonder the legitimacy of my salvation in the first place. Is it any wonder knowing our own hearts, let alone the hearts of others? Who can speak for the hearts of those ancient Israelites and their struggles while marching and screaming toward certain death and their faith (however strong or flickering) that all would turn out fine, even in death. The mortal struggle of the faithful. The sun shines on both the good and the wicked! Moreover, the chants of the Lords love being eternal by these musicians of old were a catalyst to the awesome works of Truth after the fact (God alone defeated the entire army), reverberating in the souls of these mighty God seeking men. Beware the much babbling, for how to glorify God with words; may they be simple. 

 

I want to hear the voices of the angels. I want to hear the very voice of God, and any action, however little, be fruitfully informed. Nothing is outside of the Sovereign, proven again and again. History, both actual and written, is itself subject therewith. 

Going back to the old argument, could Judas Iscariot escape his "fate?" It was written, woe to him, that he never have been born, so, the easy answer is no. Therefore, how to reconcile truly making your own choices while being born eternally lost from a sovereign! Woe to the 12th man born cursed under Scripture but in the mortal mind of man it appears fatalistic. Do you think the apostles (Peter, the denier for example) even considered their very own beings when wondering who the devil was when it was alluded to among them? And if you invert it, did Judas know he was a devil or think that he was indeed chosen? Especially given his own surprise after he admitted he'd betrayed innocent blood. The man suffered a fate like Achan, and his family. It assures us of our own blindness. Slave or anointed, which is it, or am I oversimplifying? Are you better than Judas? You may have not been named like he was but it is true multitudes will be sent to Hell, no? Jonah willed himself into the sea, and though I am not an elect, it too would seem I'm rushing to annihilation and not seeking it's opposite (if I'm being honest); history doesn't support the best wishes of men. Stare into the abyss as you're rushing headlong into death in this life; how else can we understand what is happening to our mortal souls, when you are born thrust into this. Just as we do not know free will, we know not true life. We are utterly dependent on Jesus for that, even our very breath. Sure he is the smart and kind friend, but his righteous justice (which feels like rage) is not only real, it's not of this universe, and the wrath of the Father. This is why I often fear God more than love him, because I don't truly know what either means, or "knowing" faith, as it were. And unless it is revealed to me, God's glory that is, am I going to hell? Assuredness is a struggle. If you are meek, submissive about the state of your own soul, because it is up to God, and you inherit the earth, how can you be sure you are in heaven, and not just the earth, like Matthew 5 says. Many will come to Him confident in their salvation, after all. Are you blessed or cursed? Do we even know the difference, given our state? Ask Jacob, or any of his murderous sons. Either way us gentiles will find out, I guess. Sins are forgiven, but one: blaspheming against the Spirit.  Do we truly know what that means? God must open our eyes. God "intervenes," at his own will. Woe to you who call good evil and evil, good! By faith of the kingdom within us, we "know," the difference. 

wHaT DoEs iT mEaN To   " K n o W ... "    {×_×}  

We are to follow Scripture, so why would God make man for the purpose of destroying their heart and souls forever? Only God has free will. Will a man truly destroy himself on purpose if he "knew" better? If we're all made with morality (the kingdom) within us, where does this sin come from? How can God do this? We can say he will freely not permit all into heaven. Does he love the people he sends to eternal damnation? He must. Great is thy faithfulness. Damn.

How do you mathematically reconcile scriptural predestination (if it is indeed 'predestination,' if it can even be understood) with the wills of men (if those can be understood either!)? I fear I'll spend my life trying to figure out these questions and suffer the process at my own peril somehow when I never intentioned to (like the choked plants on the sowers path). Am I any better than these biblical men? Any of them. Are we born fools? All of us are foolish in the eyes of God. What do you make of the faith of a fool? People are certain, "there's no way I'm deceived: God chose me, I have faith." Yes, God chose Judas, and Peter freely(?) denied Christ, even after he was warned about it. What choice Adam (and Satan) had may get closer to the heart of it than all the rest - having been warned directly (at least we know Adam was, since Satan does not receive forgiveness). Does Satan want to return to God somehow? It would seem no since Jesus called him the father of lies, as he would really have to believe it. And if he wants to be like God, he must know that he believes a lie, or he lies to himself in order to believe that lie. 

 

So, man likely warned woman, man loves and listens to woman (she wasn't told explicitly by God not to eat the fruit), so man has greater responsibility in a sense. The son of Man chose the 12th man, Judas. It is almost too much to bear (re: faith) thinking about how you must repent as best you can and leave it up to God for judgment and hope you know Jesus well enough that he will appeal you to the father and bring you through the Shepard's gate (with the thought of the lessons of the figs). I believe Jesus will save from the fire, I really do, but it's probably just evidence of my sinful nature on this earth that I would doubt and question and seek incessantly things on this topic, but also reassuring that I know I just do not deserve mercy in the eyes of the Almighty. Make my heart for you God, reshape and mold it strongly, because you can do anything! It makes me want to throw my heart in the trash, and have it replaced in this confusing and sinful world, and give my "will" (whatever/however that may mean), up to the Almighty sovereign as best I can with all my heart, soul, and strength, which is your command. Self deceit is the ultimate enemy, so the irony is in knowing the enemy. Study the temptation. 40 days of flood, 40 days of desert, the presence of water in the creation via the Spirit. This is a battle for your very soul. Jacob might have held on at Peniel and not let go until being blessed, but that says nothing about why he willed it. What did that deceitful man have in his heart? Forgive me, because I don't like him at all. Suppose Judas said, "I will not leave this table until you bless me Lord!" Ye of little faith! Ye are no different than Judas or Jacob. How many times has that been said. What if you know you've been cursed, what then? Maybe Jacob demanded a blessing as to not be cursed. So much for saving one's life (and not losing it for the sovereign Lord's sake). I'd sacrifice my life as he gave me it anyway, doesn't matter whether or not I'm chosen. Gnashing is the preview of Gods judgment, and if not drawn, will toward the body of Christ anyway. That's literally all we have control over. Or do we? Seek the narrow path anyway. 

Though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we will fear no evil, being commanded by God himself to love our enemies that they may burn with shame unto repentance, appreciating more the 4th, 6th and the 8th days, and to be tested as silver in the flames for the final day when the brilliance of the Living one causes every knee to bow. Mortal man, there is still time, and even in imagining, we seek. As my grandmother said to some, it is never too late. I am glad for the experiences given to me. 

Crucify the sins of the flesh. One lays down his life for his brother: this being love's definition, & knowledge given (freely!) from the greatest of teachers, compels us, who accepts absolutely no false gods, let alone the vain self. It is truly dangerous for our souls and may we stay vigilant (being One body). In hindsight, while having brushed close in relation to baphomet and his minions and experienced their grooming of my own vessel with their crafts, God help me(!), I believe God looks out for me among false vines because indeed he makes kings heads turn (King of kings, as we're called, not king of slaves, slaves of righteousness) without effort at the slightest direction, guiding their actions, and loving the Lord in my depths (the greatest commandment), desire to follow Him because I hate how evil I am aware of and capable of being, and perhaps for this very reason, draw others unto Himself. But I am also grateful for this knowledge. Think of two repelling magnets. I will face the guillotine in this divided world gladly for the blood shed for me, even if I can't see Him, and may He give me the strength to pray for my enemies and to always mean it should my head even roll away. He's whose flesh I eat after all. I mercifully confess the evil in my heart. I struggle, as we all do, especially in the blood, and will share the hellfire of vanity and confusion in these evil thoughts and weak moments below. I am real after all, and should any read this, may they find relation and use for it: to always seek. I write for reinforcement also.

play the parables on repeat...

 

"I am good and evil. split. i am different than god, only in image, made able for choosing both. rage is bitter and strong. can god choose evil; can evil exist in gods creation? did god create evil to be made. by proxy? that's how humans do it. nothing is outside of god? false teachers always have an answer. god made a place from before, with a raging ocean of formless desolation, and Spirit roaming over the waters. was that place evil? that was in the beginning, the same with water (agency). no light exists there from before. let us make beings then and send them there and guard their eternal division from the tree of life, let's give them complete eternal suffering and justice for the way that they just ARE! praise god for the dust and the worms. praise him, praise him. and satan wants to be like him. satan is nothing like god, and god made him. i am as a tired shameless, evil, mad man."

NIGHT 

"What a rage of destruction. A rage of evil and ignorance. Original sin, what is divine rage? who can know, seething anger based in confusion. Purge it. of course evil isn't righteous, who can imagine TRUE RIGHTEOUS ANGER being not God. Desire is near the roots of these sensations. Sensations are all that they are and should be. These words contain no rage of confusion. Dear Word, I were made without understanding of words. what good are cuss words when your soul is pure evil. have you come to torment us before the time? are they to be like gods? who has sympathy for the devil? for he was made by an all loving being. He must have been loving before his fall."

the rampant nonsense.

paralysis by analysis, I've heard said.

I would love to understand better these topics on soul, and divine, if they can be understood, by math, logic and formula, at least organizationally. 

More emotional nonsense.

"Sin is evidence of Gods love.

Pleasure in darkness proves the existence of God.

God loves sinful people, he sends them to hell. Who can choose to go to hell when ignorant of the truth.

unless you're drawn, what is truth? I made their eyes not to see, and to hear, but not understand. did god make people unwilling? how can that NOT be true. calvanists, unite!

God made me, who can know simple parables while not knowing anything.

Some people will not understand after all, what the hell does that mean!?

Since I don't know anything, God exists. 

God invented ignorance.

He made me. He didn't make my choices. 

He knows I make my choices. 

Hell is a choice.

Heaven is a choice.

Hell is not a choice.

Heaven is not a choice. 

faith is hope in ignorance. 

faith is not knowing.

your eyes know nothing.

you know nothing. 

you know not faith.

the absence of god is nothing.

God created life to send to hell.

in hell is nothing.

you will (not) feel nothing though. crying and gnashing.

was it even life to begin with. a glimpse, a glimmer. 

Regret.

He made Satan to send to Hell, because he knew even before he made him. 

Nothing matters because God is love.

You have no love without God.

God loves you.

God loves you not.

God loves you, burn in eternity.

while you burn in ignorance. 

veiled on earth, realized in death

the great unknown, all is unseen.

God gives you sight.

God gives you blindness.

You are born blind.

God suffers, he made death. A second death, even.

God suffers, he made me. God cannot suffer truth. God cannot suffer lies. suffer the cross...

god cannot. god can. 

Why is God.

God loves Sin, Satan loves truth. Both are false and true. 

Hell is included in all things.

God made it all. all things.

what is it really for jesus to suffer and defeat death, having created both. how can he suffer like us. being god and being not god. this hypostasis!

I love my life, so let a mountain fall on top of me. but it won't come! we cannot move mountains with faith. 

Crucify the flesh, kill yourself, live forever.  Care for flesh, the big ignorant happy bliss; forever too late you had your chance, you are born dead. You cannot follow the laws if you wanted to, fornicator. you do not get a pass. god can pass on you. too bad, too late! psychobabble.

Think about God, hide the truth, post your shame in public. do the opposite.

WOW, what a hypocrite. fuck everyone, hypocrites. nobody cares for anybody else. we love hearing lies. look at the world.

I will kill you, but God killed me first, he made me. God out here killin. He killed himself. 

He can only go wherever he may go. ye be not like god(s)

your life is not your own

in hell it will be, though"

 

"Did not God drop some of the seeds on the barren path, the rocks, and not the soil.

You are awfully confident that you are indeed on the soil."

How can you judge your own fruits.

You cannot.

 

check yourself, before you wreck yourself.

 

"A man cannot judge his own fruits. He has proven bad judgment, even the saved. God is judge.

 

Human arrogance is a sure killer."

I drive myself mad with mortal thoughts on the divine. it is evident, we simply cannot know. I offend God and it is a common error with which I ask forgiveness. 

 

Jesus is too marvelous for me in my mortality to comprehend. Praise be to God. I just want answers.

I do not take murderous action against the flesh, the devils advocate is in fact an advocate, so most opt for vanity instead, and it usually only takes once for a prodigal realization and dishonor (boasting), and having broken all the commandments in some ungodly way or another anyway, I am a suffering coward and will crouch in shame and horror facing the almighty. cryer or gnasher? why not both? does that mean I have enough faith to live, or not even a mustard seed. you cannot grow seeds on your own.

 

The lessons of the 3 temptations: God's every word is life, do not test the Lord (Lord forgive this post), worship God and only Him.

 

Remember Eph 2:8 when in confusion

Put your trust in the LORD

here is scripture: 

Either make the tree good and its fruit good, or make the tree bad and its fruit bad; for the tree is recognized and judged by its fruit.

many before the flood were growing true fruits with all their might as best they could, will they rise to life on the last day? no? how can you know. love your enemy then, and judge no one. you know nothing and Gods actions are his own. I have already broken his commands (the masses didn't know Jesus when living on earth before the flood), and I may have faith in the One body, but Gods actions on his creations, are His. we are him by the fruit of Jesus, but you simply cannot say what God will do. Prove me wrong scripturally. yes he is faithful; maybe he will do something, maybe he won't; I don't speak for God, he speaks for himself. 

shine your light. it's not your light. questioning if you have a flashlight is not simple: you may know or not know you have it in the other room, it may not have batteries that work, or not at all (cares of the world). Shine on. the blind beg like dogs, wishing to be healed. Keep it near.

So,

even the demons fear God's judgment. 

Am i not real. evil groups, legion. can satan drive out satan. no.  Beware the principalities of the air, but always remember Who is God. Place your nose in the Word. Repent and ask forgiveness. "I desire mercy and not sacrifice." Dead works, God's mercy. In God's mercy there are no dead works.

are we not born with original sin?

is there not moral suffering? natural suffering?

why is God? why am I? why?

 

Don't bother with these, memorize scripture instead for life and sustenance. Repentance is truly difficult, especially with the 3rd and 8th commandments (as witnessed). I am not practicing righteousness, for I am not righteous but through Christ, but may others relate and come to the Word through this public forum in some way. It is a common prayer in men to write their thoughts too, having had conversations with them and with God on this subject and commandment.

...

Do not fall for the false vine, words cannot express, even in all their nonsense, don't let it go too far, but peer in the darkness to understand the light: only someone where no one else can go can pull you from it's mess. We are commanded to shine light in the darkness. Have faith and know. He made me strong and adventurous, and I will travel far in mind and body to cure confusion in my soul. He is merciful. I will end with this:

May God grant us ears to hear and a heart to obey His Word.

The Word is my only strength. Luke 10:19 

1 John 5

Ye were unwilling, I've heard the scriptures quoted. may it not be so! other believers profess my own seeking nature is evidence of faith. 

do you trust your own heart? seek the source.

since god gives wealth, he'll be responsible for your heart having gained riches then. He gives everything.

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don't stop.

zerfliesse, mein herze

 

My son, do not let wisdom and understanding out of your sight,
    preserve sound judgment and discretion; 

they will be life for you,
    an ornament to grace your neck. 

 Then you will go on your way in safety,
    and your foot will not stumble. 

 When you lie down, you will not be afraid;
    when you lie down, your sleep will be sweet. 

 Have no fear of sudden disaster
    or of the ruin that overtakes the wicked, 

 for the Lord will be at your side
    and will keep your foot from being snared.

 

you will never find the mind of god. it appears we face annihilation in any direction. it's too incomprehensible.  

May the music of his mercy abound in my soul, He sends me in the wilderness and brings me back.

In the months that I've been composing this post, the Lord convicts me with a single verse from his Word (Luke 9:62)

"Anyone who starts to plow and then keeps looking back is of no use for the Kingdom of God." 

Is 55:3, Lu 12:49, Dan 3:17-18(25), Ps 5:5-8, A 4:12, Mk 13:21-23

The notes

I may abstractly imagine myself a mathemusician

studying various patterns and grammar to these notes

but the beauty lies in letting go,

each note, for note

for they imply movement

and a sound or passing timbre 

they can be short or loud

and special in combination

or set:

it does not matter,

the recipe already exists in name only

but its language is another

the way to speak it is silent

and to us

it is a gift. truly.

when the elements combine

and music is made,

when spoken,

is a feeling like none other

jubals pleasure benefits us all

and the nervous system raises our hairs;

this is only the beginning 

it is perhaps the most beautiful 

music

let me always learn it's secrets

with something to say

without having to say anything

play onward, to share,

speak softly.

remember,

you are at the beginning.

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History's window

novel 'technylon,'

we can all feel you.

old demons may haunt,

but patience

steadily engulfs being.

what awaits, in

the millennial boomerang;

will man not escape?

We are told the end, is certainly

not yet.

even the wealthy ones,

await the

saving graces

of the knowledge,

of the mundane. 

what makes a man rich, anyway?

what in the heart,

can be known, by man himself.

therefore:

each sunrise,

face spritely with

renewed spirit, for the

grey of winter dawns.

this is living,

it always has been. 

the embattlements,

of experience. 

with each season, 

in & out - I am

invigorated by her breath!

open the window wide,

chill the air

with your nostrils.

the best way is always through,

Frost says.

Let peace abide, in an 

understanding 

of the seasons, wrought 

through history's window.

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sandstone & the jump

Sometimes I am certain of a place,

of another time, 

cliff jumping,

or at a moment that lapsed

beyond what I'd considered real.

It's not absolute,

but always red.

It's tranquil stillness

is visceral.

I've touched this place.

 

While ascending this sandstone

a la Moab,

Horseshoe-esque,

but not quite,

I am almost certainly out west.

I have known this place.

 

I know I am going to jump,

intent upon it,

for there is water below,

and walk this gentle slope,

up & to the right,

to a point in a bend

of my choosing.

 

When I pause, 

look outward and left,

there is no indication of life.

This is the snapshot.

Just myself,

 & only stillness,

excitedly, intently

deciding...

This hill has no nature,

of any kind,

other than red rock,

maybe a bush

off the view.

Below,

the calm water,

is so blue,

it is almost black.

This dark,

serene,

bluish black.

There is no wind.

Wind is my favorite.

I reach the height,

step close,

& peer the edge.

 

Still it is calm,

& the water,

is life-like.

I don't know though.

 

Below it, is

unseen, from above it.

 

I calmly breathe,

and look outward.

I can see blue sky.

It is nothing,

like the water.

I glance backward,

toward my walk space.

 

As I step out,

in this time,

especially,

it is longer, but,

not a sound -

As calm has no sound. 

 

The water rushes toward me,

still as glass,

...when I hit,

I am beneath,

but never for long.

 

The mystery calms me,

more than the rest,

of this place.

I've been here,

more than once.

 

To the surface, 

a blast of energy,

I scale the rock,

to continue on.

I manage.

 

Sometimes I reach the top,

sometimes a friend or two

are there, 

but not usually.

 

In my senses,

I have been here before,

I know I have. 

I do not have a picture of this place,

I would have to search very long,

and very hard,

to find it,

& make sure

that it is just right.

I doubt I ever will.

 

However,

it is unclear to say,

whether I will visit this place again.

I think it's waters,

will bring me closer,

to understanding the nature,

of this place.

 

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Vassal

God gave the gift of music to man,

let us return its glory best we can;

men wrote words inspired by Spirit,

let each note written, flow Within it.

70

dark to light & the souls of men

rejoice in the truth, for it will set you free.

fear no man, for they have no masters.

pity their souls, that they may see Destiny.

even the dark one, desires the Light (reconciliation).

though he'll never admit, the worms writh still.

their lies, in rank and confusion

suffer inescapable, wreaks torment,

in this life, they know not.

with unimaginable yearning,

this longing to return,

where truth, was once manifest.

such joy indescribable,

for those so choosing,

to be brought before their Master

in the daring,

exposition of corruption,

of their souls,

in this life, 

upon gated entry,

toward the Light,

will bound

unto Eternity.

unimaginable Beauty.

for I learned this today -

any of which we ask,

in the name of the One,

so be it unto Him,

to fulfill his Destiny,

greater than our own

and the sake of His,

for the betterment of ours.

the Truth, in reconciliation,

shall set our souls

unto the great Divine,

in this life, and the Next.

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seek and find surprise

for the July 26 pettiness only proved my sinful human nature and the nature of God as revealed to be in the mysteries of understanding what I know not, directly worked on my heart and turned me from foe to friend: God truly is the most mysterious and beautiful working manifestation of a Spirit upon ignorant hearts in need of that said Spirit. Once you think you know, you probably do not and brief infinity reveals to finitude. Thank God for showing the love of neighborliness and understanding as only one Spirit can. I seek upon great Wisdom. It is too beautiful for me to understand. Point. and Fix your gaze, young man! Words are shadows, placards, toward truth of the Forever. 

68

breakthrough?

There comes a point, or points rather,

life's mysteries seemingly converge,

and coalescing tidal attitudinal shifts,

beckon the brows horizon,

upon new and spirited adventures.

Who am I kidding,

growing up is both painful and beautiful,

simultaneously, with its clarities.

Turning the page over old wanton ways,

feels in one sense liberating,

and efficaciously gratifying,

in a way I can't quite put into words.

 

Is it all meaningless,

like chasing the wind,

or do our words and sins reveal

what precisely make us human.

For this new horizon,

I am particularly excited about.

 

The meaning is in the work,

the toil, not vain, but it is our purpose.

And this new attitude must,

must find you working. 

 

And every so often,

a glimpse into a song,

let's a melody out of my heart.

These moments,

are the ilk of my pursuits.

 

How to express,

..........................

except for to be grateful in my beliefs,

as I hold them,

mature them,

and looking back 'mongst

the catalogue of my life,

warmly embrace the growth

of learning,

as a direct result 

of being alive,

and living.

 

Live in the Word.

The more you learn,

you learn,

it was there all along.

 

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two lessons

To be still, and know the truth

is the resilience of temptation. 

If a bird in the hand is

worth two in the bush,

reserve any rushed action.

For by chance, two have crossed my path,

one radiant and mysterious like the sun

the other, sweet and calm

and beautiful in physical form.

In these paths, gratitude remains; it must.

For with one's dying breath,

and the others revival, within mysterious 

hands, points with faith to the laws of nature,

seeking the ease of the breeze off the

barn wheats chaff.

All can be made to be understood,

seek these two lessons of the birds.

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Humble yourself, young man.

Who waters the dry and thirsty land,

so that grass springs up? 

Does either the rain or dew have a father?

Who is the mother of the ice and the frost, 

which turn the waters to stone

and freeze the face of the sea?

Can you tie the Pleiades together 

or loosen the bonds that hold Orion?

Can you guide the stars

season by season

and direct the Big and the Little Dipper?

Do you know the laws that govern the skies,

and can you make them apply to the Earth?

sometimes Godly (Job) thoughts 65 

64!

Quit trying to vaccinate the entire world you stupid fucking fascists. We don't want your goddamn genetic altering therapeutics. 

sometimes outbursts 64 

pettiness

I don't even know this guy.

another background on set,

seems socially awkward, likes quoting adult swim shows

girl next to me laughs awkwardly at his long-winded antics

like a slow clap.

listening to his phone out loud,

complaining about politics,

and all that is wrong with the world.

I try not to judge,

but maybe he should work on himself,

while he heavily sits there breathing loudly,

judging others

as the minimal activity of moving around in his chair,

and yakking, steals his wind.

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the Word

the Word is affixed for all time,

shine the light where there is darkness.

62

lives & the lives

all falls short

people living out their lives, through their screens

the lens of the eye to the window of the world 

this parodied manufacture & it's parasitic grip

will never compare 

to Nature

and the harmony of the wills

given 

of the consciousness of man.

61

the rules of law

If/How super-intelligence dominates rule of law and ends(?) philosophy as we know it, will 'novel' thought function to our benefit? 

sometimes thoughts 60

Time to unwind.

I sometimes think back on the times when windows 95 came out and I used to play with a flight simulator joystick game as a kid, along with the memorable Treasure Mountain with the solfeggietto intro, and of course that AOL dial-up tone. These memories stick to my mind as we exist in the current time of the so called 'Social Dilemma.'

What we have now entered into (along with the at-birth-plugged-in kids of today) are hardwired neuro-linguistic programming models inundated within our very lives. The outdated government factory school-to-cubicle model in turn accepts a slow and painful evolution as we approach this concept of a parasitic divergence or singularity, we don't really know which. These are my individually projected thoughts on the perceived collective, given the great reset, which is now out in the open! How can an open secret move according to plan? Human nature I guess. Even the good people hopped on those trains and walked to those ditches of their own volition not 80 years ago.

As someone who bridges the gap between old and new technology, or perhaps has one foot in a previous time (personal computers) and bridge to the next, if I even have kids at this point seems that they will ask me to recall a time when the dawn of the new millennium happened and what exactly it was like.

 

Even in the midst of this it is hard to describe.  Politically, we seem programmed to except a dawn of post truth materialism, judged not by our own eyes and this dream of trans-humanism among the classist (and apparently very racist) elites, but I don't know. Their roman divide and conquer strategies won't work on an informed public, as a double-edged sword. Socialism approaches, and I am reminded of the Fabian window, and the classic wolf in sheep's clothing. It was a long game for them. To me it seems more immaterial though, or spiritually pressing. Humans are susceptible to narrative, whether real or programmed. It feels almost like an impending genocide will occur with the events as fed to us, with the conspiracy claims accompanying, millions of healthy vaccinated people, and the coup pillar Joe Biden's 'dark winter.' If the cabal is indeed not a conspiracy, who are the shadow operators? 

I did hear the philosopher Stefan Molyneux speak about 'digital genocide,' and as history is no stranger to genocide, and 'character assassinations,' this seems the end effect goal of the current digital space.  Luckily no one reads or comments on my blogger, so I suspect I am low risk for such cancelling, unless the cancellors know where to look. Shame on unreasonable people, and moreso the reasonable who do not stand for principle! The Trump interruption to supposed sinister plans of the so called 'death-cult' have never been more apparent. There exists a chasm in the society, I believe. Wikipedia makes no mention of genocide at all under either of their socialism and communism pages, and this is according to Dr. Larry Sanger, the (self) excommunicated co-founder. He vehemently opposes centralized knowledge, as if consciousness is priveleged! I share his sentiment. From the multiple EUA (not full FDA biological licensure) mRNA therapeutics, to the sterile EO (ethylene oxide) nasal swabs, the so called 40 cycle PCR 'false-positive' tests, one can't help but think soft-kill inoculation is present, and affecting generations (future as well). Were it not for certain figures like Dr. Vernon Coleman, and Geert Vanden Bossche , himself a former senior executive to the Bill and Melinda Gates foundation, I might accept I am a conspiracy theorist. But it isn't exactly a theory when thrombosis is demonstrably true, and that continuated doses of EO are carcinogenic, especially when administered in pre-wrapped deep nasal swabbing mechanisms, which affect the roof of the mouth, nasal cavity and back of the throat. The most fearsome thing about the information age is the openness of it. Everything is published somewhere. Perhaps I will tell my kids I followed info which lead to other things in succession, like the UN operations, summits, and various agendas, Lucis Trust, and who owned what when etc. Digital cryptos seem to be replacing the confidence of the USD faster than they'd prefer, but maybe I am just radicalized right now. 

The counter-narrative of the great reset is the great awakening.  However, if you go outside, there would be no evidence of any such virus, the world continues green and sun shining, apart from the people wearing masks, which you'd think to yourself, 'why are they wearing a mask?' Nevermind the lockdown quarantine that has existed for an entire year.  Soft dictatorship and economic reset. In Canada, business ownership went from 1.3 million to 700,000.  I pray in my heart for the bright lights of people shining a light on corruption of the souls of men.  This is a seeming (and created by men) global catastrophe. But I am an American.  Patrick Henry as an idealist, with the fortitude of Washington, wisdom of Franklin, and imagination of Hamilton. I perceive these qualities to be among the best, but they themselves knew they received them from God.  Never underestimate nature.  Even wicked men, deep down, fear the truth of nature. Even if their evil ignorance be benign. I have done unethical things, but I am by nature good. As Doestevsky said, "It is easy to denounce the evildoer. It is difficult to understand him." God, or nature as it is known to me, created all of it. What awaits the hearts of men judged to eternal fire, should strike a righteous fear in all true men. The narrative of the world seems uneasy as portrayed right now. Much going on behind the scenes. I really don't know.  I am just going to focus on my own happiness and joy for now.  Time to unwind and unplug in a meaningful way.

 

The main difference of this plugged in generation and the previous, is your own personal robot exists right in your hand.  We are so hopelessly addicted to them, as they're designed to be.  My imagination wonders when they will be hooked up to our thoughts. Our own integrated integrated circuits. 

After seeing the 90 minute interview of Justice Clarence Thomas and Julian Bond (from 2009), I am further convinced an entire generation and by association, other generations, have slowly accepted the conditioning of appealing to opinion over reasonable fact. This is not constructive behavior in our newly birthed digital space. The amount of pornography for example is truly horrific, as I'm sure no previous 1000 generations combined have seen as many naked images, and it is certainly no post-truth for that of my friends! Age of information, more like age of exploitation.  With AI on it's way, it is almost certainly an existential threat to humans, and the evidence of depopulation is fastly approaching, anybody seems to lie who says they cannot feel it coming!  Before any of us realize it, it will be too late. We are not so far removed from the creation of the birth control pill, free love movement, and eugenics has brought on new meaning when it comes to planned parenthood.  Despite these environmental stressors (or distractors), human consciousness and the spirit remain immovable as a force of it's own, and nonetheless, I will continue enjoying life as I exist.  The inner flame will continue until I certainly die.

 

I had a visceral reaction to walk away from the daily and increased programming in the family today, while watching the tv. Time to unwind, put the phone down, and focus on what I really want to achieve, and to enjoy the remaining time I have with my family, both individually, and collectively.

I pray to God and to Nature as I know it for the gratitude of the revitalization of my spirit, and the learning from error of my former ways, as I look back on old posts, and the joy with which I move forward being still alive to enjoy life as it exists. 

 Amen. 

 

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feeding time, who's eating?

Your own mRNA'd GMO's... you (we?) eventual transhuman. Next century societal evolution's gonna be a bumpy ride. I imagine my friends descriptive population plane-off may hold some merit of truth. We shall see. I love my loved ones. 

It'd be nice if the fascist vaccinators weren't recklessly integrating us arrogantly without any rigor (differentially or effective, as known), as if these simple bullies weren't human themselves. What vision, if there were ever an historical fountain of youth constant! They await a cruel new eugenics awakening at their 'pillars' which they cannot imagine for themselves, as if they were refusing their own humanity. They promote everything they disbelieve. Though they be but criminal themsel(f)ves.

Don't hope, only do, I've been told. We all have been told. Mine is mine own constitution, mans (theirs?) quest against the ultimate state of the pillars, our only sure fate in life, besides birth. Best wishes, bullies. 

Rigor is the method. Hope is ever aiming. 

Death, a certain fate. It is. This is just.

Man imachines himself. 

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Meme from India

time, like a snake, and the souls regard for heaven.

the inundated programming feels a soul sucking,

best to find relief, without.

a wary days wander through the mind ungiving,

and the hours slip away.

a great precipice mounting, my soul ne'er wearing,

fast coins hold fast, no.

all spiritual, no material. 

where by drawls from people ever giving,

their energies never ending, receding,

this noise noise can't continue ...

without some break among the eye,

the public, it's own carrier,

erosive mind sssssssucking outpours,

reclaim, ours be the narrative.

peace, but sadness. 

removal of the cancer from the maligned, itself.

they can only operate as they know,

destroyers of this new eugenics, themselves 

let them eat.

poison of the collective conscious, minds.

never waver! hold fast to life, everlasting.

let this digital footprint in the universe, 

for this time, be here now.

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vision

For as loving as mankind is (in & of itself) to one another, how do you imagine novel AI unfolding?

#singularity 

Procreative precedence seems an evolutionary understatement, despite evidence of decline (and those calling for flattening this curve). 

#posterity 

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listpeak

Divide and conquer is:

Listen:Don't speak

Speak:Don't listen

It is amazing how people listen, and don't speak.

It is amazing how people speak, and don't listen.

Inverse

Don't listen:Speak

Don't speak:Listen

Harmonious

Listen:Speak

Don't speak:Don't listen

These carry factorially. 

What are some of your favorite logic (&reason) forms/proofs/arguments? 

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Twittering

Had to get off the memetic wrath train, not resembling real life nor exploiting the representative self.

Nonetheless, intriguing and sometimes surprising insights abound on the platform.

It proved informational while learning otherwise unknown laws or concepts related to government or personal liberty.

"Deplatforming" myself voluntarily has lead to greater curiosity on my own time, and a renewed richness in study for interesting subjects. 

I've a renewed interest in consciousness, rhetoric and symbolism via the short snappy pithiness of Twitter users I've encountered over the years. Nothing a short wiki search can't solve being provocatised (google will not confirm this word) in this disgusting false proverbial echo chamber.

It is certainly nice however, to follow great thinkers of our time, respectable people who ponder things deeply, it has amplified (and also diminished) my faith in humanity.

Concepts of power, slavery, philosophy, psychology, and even conspiracy are voiced frequently on the site, and of course, there is no limit to the ignorance of man, an all too human trait. 

I grow tired of attempting to talk with people enjoying their own sense of moral superiority, a self parody without any sense of irony, false conscience etc. Ignorance is an (albeit curable) affliction. 

Love is the answer. 

Best to focus on other things and to retreat inwardly for now.

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Never stop reading.

Never stop learning.

Never stop enjoying being alive.

Live fully until you die. 

to serve and protect

Is protecting human life not covered under the phrase, "to serve and protect?" 

It's right there in the credo, to protect from death. 

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race, a human invention. thanks, human language.

There is only one race. 

Human race.

Humans are the only ones killing other humans, keeping other humans down, or expressing anger to other humans. 

Males are males and females are females. Mr. Rogers, a human, said that.

Humans have the ability to see, and not to see. How remarkably human. 

Humans are the only ones lifting other humans up, giving birth to other humans, or showing kindness. 

You didn't choose to be human. You are human who are reading this. Justice is for humans.

I dream of a day where we can transcend and look beyond our selves and each other toward the new frontier of space. Where we are at and what we do with our humanism with other true races of not humans (or how they may call themselves). I dream we will get along with them and ourselves and that even the life we share is a broader term of "one." Other worldly oneness. Other ones may help us realize as we slowly globally dawn our own one-ness. 

Logic was thought of by humans, as was the Pauli exclusion principle and the Fermi paradox. History and it's repeating is human (thanks to other humans like Copernicus). Humans are remarkably blind to ourselves and our human humor allows us to see that. Our highest achievements are human achievements. 

Love is the highest known human aim. Ignorance is human. Listening is human (and otherworldly). Not knowledge is simply unknown. A timeless human trait. Learning is more than human...dreaming is human. Dream on, human. 

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immovability

You ever lay

Transfixed in thought?

The slow

Dumb thumb 

Typing stream.

Futile.

Of consciousness 

For consciousness 

We cannot 

Input fastly enough.

Thinking out your life,

((Y)Our(s))

Then. 

Spawned to action.

Interminably. 

On loop.

This restful period

But work.

Thee Work. 

From the heart

This is necessarily

Real Life.

Complainers

The systems refuse 

How they abound.

Surely they're 

Not us.

Ha ha

Why mustn't we share.

We need a 

System(s) Update.

Ignorance is the only evil 

I've heard

Ignorance is intelligence 

With Naked compassion. 

Truth. 

Antidote of shame

Or contempt.

Oh, what to say 

For outdated cliches.

Give me A

Raise, not praise.

TheY press truth.

Clothed ignorance 

Still

Provides shelter. 

But it's not truth.

Text blog.

Small print.

Small ideas. 

Action.

Move-ability.

Lightness.

Too raw.

An exposed nerve

No myelin sheath.

Learned that in class

Seemed important 

At the time.

Physics, Economics 

We learn

And grasp.

Late

On the decline. 

You can hear

The wisdom murmer

Pause, 

In the street

Barely silent.

Just let it.

Live it all out.

With no hope.

YOur life.

Please

My lungs

Source of breath

Stay healthy. 

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