Yes, I don't know what I'm doing yet and so I lost a parable. So let's see if I can rewrite it.
It's about a man named Peter. Now, Peter was a rather cocky cock always wanting to cut off ears and lay down his life for the One. The One seems to overlook this sort of thing more than secretly stealing like this other guy named Judas. Maybe I'll write a parable about him too. But this one is about Peter.
Once upon a time there was a cocky cock named Peter. He was always saying that he'd fight for the One, come on...now let's fight, is it time to fight yet? This sort of thing. The One, he did not mind this so much. He said, "Upon this rock I will build my church."
Yet, one day He taught Peter a lil' lesson about who the real Rock is. So he is saying, is it time to fight, for I will stand and this sort of thing. The One replies, "Now my little rooster you will not crow so loudly soon. In fact my little rooster, you will betray me three times before another rooster sees the light and crows."
Peter scratched his head. For did he not see the Light and crow loudly to awaken those who are slumbering just like a good rooster? Yet it was just as the Word said because well, just as you can't say anything without words the Word does not lie. So at the first touch of the true Dis-ease Peter became quite uneasy! By the end, he was running away from little servant girls like a little sissy. When another cocky cock did crow three times at the light of the dawn suddenly Peter could actually think on his own again. It was as if he was born....again. So he repented of what he had done and began using the talents given to him once, then more and more.
He crowed loudly! For he was the rock. You see, roosters are designed to crow at the light and to guard the henhouse from a sly fox. So then, that is what Peter did and he is at the foundation of the true Church. He has been used to protect many more little hens and henhouses than you may know.
So if you are a rooster, crow as he did!
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Scientists....now here is a little satire just for these priests.
The cold toads have many jots and tittles and they try to find the titillating tittles. Yet they cannot seek and find. The irony is that something that made Solomon sing does exist. Irony, iron, that is as the sword of Truth. They fear that, for the unsafety of it!
So the dry bones of the cold toads never become as flesh and they are dry, dry, boring bones. These are the white washed sepulchers, boring bones, dead bones. How now, who can blame those who do not want to read these bones? But the cold toads, they willrender their verdict upon thy head! They will look at you with their little beady eyes. Then they will say, "I, the cold toad, with all the power invested in me by the preisthood of cold toadihood, render my verdict upon thee for the tittles that frighten me so!"
The cold toads, they all agree, you see. They just do not have the jots for disagreement and so they are each other's little toadies, these servants of the Toad.
So a parable, of the Man who met some of these cold toads.
Once upon a time there was a Man who knew the Mind of God quite well. He was like that. He was what He was. He said He was right and then could say, "I AM that, I AM!" Now, one day he met a whole group of Toadians. Now these Toadians, they were secretly sexual perverts as cold toads usually are. On this day they had caught a women, an adulteress. This was much to their secret delight. For Toadians want to control the feminine. Secretly, they want to put handcuffs on the feminine and this sort of thing. Such is the "Law" of these priests who keep everything pure, pure and safe. The impurity of it all, can't you see?!
Now, the One was a smart One. He was like that. So He walked up to these cold toads. They always stand in groups, you see. That is because they are each other's little toadies.
He walked up to the whole group and knowing their spirit He drew a line upon the ground before the groupies. Who would cross the line and make a tittle? For secretly, the Toadians are quite fearful of the feminine....so none would cross the line. For crossing the line, would make a tittle and the impurity of it! The Toadians, they are all about health, health, you see.
Then He said, "May he who is without sin cast the first stone!" He said His own Word very strongly. Now, the Toadians all have the remnants of the Word in their being. He knew this. So they were all so ashamed that no one cast a stone. It would take a while for these cold toads to decieve their Selves again.
Then the Messiah picked the women up and told her, "Go and sin no more..."
For Sin, he builds upon sin and had led her to this death at the hands of sinners. For those who are Sin's slaves want to lead others in sin to the bondage and discipline they exist in. So by His own Word and His gift to her of Liberty she was saved.
So then she got up, left bondage behind and sinned no more!
So the dry bones of the cold toads never become as flesh and they are dry, dry, boring bones. These are the white washed sepulchers, boring bones, dead bones. How now, who can blame those who do not want to read these bones? But the cold toads, they willrender their verdict upon thy head! They will look at you with their little beady eyes. Then they will say, "I, the cold toad, with all the power invested in me by the preisthood of cold toadihood, render my verdict upon thee for the tittles that frighten me so!"
The cold toads, they all agree, you see. They just do not have the jots for disagreement and so they are each other's little toadies, these servants of the Toad.
So a parable, of the Man who met some of these cold toads.
Once upon a time there was a Man who knew the Mind of God quite well. He was like that. He was what He was. He said He was right and then could say, "I AM that, I AM!" Now, one day he met a whole group of Toadians. Now these Toadians, they were secretly sexual perverts as cold toads usually are. On this day they had caught a women, an adulteress. This was much to their secret delight. For Toadians want to control the feminine. Secretly, they want to put handcuffs on the feminine and this sort of thing. Such is the "Law" of these priests who keep everything pure, pure and safe. The impurity of it all, can't you see?!
Now, the One was a smart One. He was like that. So He walked up to these cold toads. They always stand in groups, you see. That is because they are each other's little toadies.
He walked up to the whole group and knowing their spirit He drew a line upon the ground before the groupies. Who would cross the line and make a tittle? For secretly, the Toadians are quite fearful of the feminine....so none would cross the line. For crossing the line, would make a tittle and the impurity of it! The Toadians, they are all about health, health, you see.
Then He said, "May he who is without sin cast the first stone!" He said His own Word very strongly. Now, the Toadians all have the remnants of the Word in their being. He knew this. So they were all so ashamed that no one cast a stone. It would take a while for these cold toads to decieve their Selves again.
Then the Messiah picked the women up and told her, "Go and sin no more..."
For Sin, he builds upon sin and had led her to this death at the hands of sinners. For those who are Sin's slaves want to lead others in sin to the bondage and discipline they exist in. So by His own Word and His gift to her of Liberty she was saved.
So then she got up, left bondage behind and sinned no more!
A little cycling, recycling...with some refining and defining.
I had some time. I have some time, this time. It is all just in time for the present is a Present.
Let there be light!
All who have eyes, let them see. The eye is the window to the I. For you can see through and you can see right on through. That I is vain while that one is fearful. Is there a difference?
These are the I of the eye. Some codes are more cryptic and yet most can be read. Then there are mannerisms, the tell tale signs that tell their tales. They are such tattle tails, the tales.
Some books seem to have only a few pages to read before the signs are a jumble. Why is what should be written becoming the unwritten? How does that make you feeeel? There are none so blind as these lil' eyes.
For people do not have eyes that happen to see, they have eyes designed to see signs of designs. They are designed, for signs.
But the young men who are vain are blinded by vanity, vain imaginations, images, pictures, yet no true sight. So they are alway seeking and never finding.
In their vanity they do not see. Their I is all in their imagination. Well, I do not disagree that their mind is all in their imagination! Hehe... and so a vast design...of many signs...
One retinal nerve cell in one hundredth of a second would need the mechanical processing power to solve 500 simultaneous non-linear differential equations 100 times. For the eye is designed with the designed structure of light in mind, the design and the sign fit.
One photon can BOOM, set it off! There is more to seeing than meets the eye. The symbols and codes, information patterns written in the mere inanimate go through the eye, trail off through the brain, into fields of space-time, matter and energy. Some fields, are they ripe for the harvest?
There , the mind is what sees the fields. It sees the point. It sees something to be the case. Can you see the point? Why can some just not understand? Vanity, all is vanity... Those who have become vain, vain, vain in their imaginations can have no imagination. Are they not insane to be so vain as to lose their imagination? They cannot see they are narcissists, closed off from the world of sight! There are none so blind as these.
How can you see the images if you do not understand? How can you understand if you do not know what to stand on, what is under sight? Those who have the insight, let them speak.
The sage of any age knows,
"His existence is identical with his essence and his true reality, and his essence is his existence." Maimonides, Jewish sage
"SO AHAM ASMI. This is the great ineffable name of God, 'I am that I AM,' That Supreme Being which indwells in Asu is the I AM." Madhvacharya (c. 1238–1317) Hindu sage
"There is a being, God, whose essence is His very act of existing." Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274) Catholic sage
Let there be light!
All who have eyes, let them see. The eye is the window to the I. For you can see through and you can see right on through. That I is vain while that one is fearful. Is there a difference?
These are the I of the eye. Some codes are more cryptic and yet most can be read. Then there are mannerisms, the tell tale signs that tell their tales. They are such tattle tails, the tales.
Some books seem to have only a few pages to read before the signs are a jumble. Why is what should be written becoming the unwritten? How does that make you feeeel? There are none so blind as these lil' eyes.
For people do not have eyes that happen to see, they have eyes designed to see signs of designs. They are designed, for signs.
But the young men who are vain are blinded by vanity, vain imaginations, images, pictures, yet no true sight. So they are alway seeking and never finding.
In their vanity they do not see. Their I is all in their imagination. Well, I do not disagree that their mind is all in their imagination! Hehe... and so a vast design...of many signs...
One retinal nerve cell in one hundredth of a second would need the mechanical processing power to solve 500 simultaneous non-linear differential equations 100 times. For the eye is designed with the designed structure of light in mind, the design and the sign fit.
One photon can BOOM, set it off! There is more to seeing than meets the eye. The symbols and codes, information patterns written in the mere inanimate go through the eye, trail off through the brain, into fields of space-time, matter and energy. Some fields, are they ripe for the harvest?
There , the mind is what sees the fields. It sees the point. It sees something to be the case. Can you see the point? Why can some just not understand? Vanity, all is vanity... Those who have become vain, vain, vain in their imaginations can have no imagination. Are they not insane to be so vain as to lose their imagination? They cannot see they are narcissists, closed off from the world of sight! There are none so blind as these.
How can you see the images if you do not understand? How can you understand if you do not know what to stand on, what is under sight? Those who have the insight, let them speak.
The sage of any age knows,
"His existence is identical with his essence and his true reality, and his essence is his existence." Maimonides, Jewish sage
"SO AHAM ASMI. This is the great ineffable name of God, 'I am that I AM,' That Supreme Being which indwells in Asu is the I AM." Madhvacharya (c. 1238–1317) Hindu sage
"There is a being, God, whose essence is His very act of existing." Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274) Catholic sage
Friday, October 15, 2004
The Irony of it all.
I can be a nice guy and emotionally feel that we should all be sensitive to each other's feelings. How does that make you feel? I'll be sensitive to your feelings and try to have feelings about your feelings... and you can feel my feelings too and then we'll all be touchy-feely together. All we nice guys.
Girls don't seem to like merely nice guys? Ah well, we nice boys must be nice anyway. It is nice to be nice, after all. And pay no mind to the birds of prey circling and fighting in the background, we nice guys will be nice...even as we start to sweat as we do so. What are they fighting for? What are we fighting for? These are the questions without answers for we nice guys. After all, answers might be a mighty bit tricky for we nice guys. But what is this in the answers of all we nice guys, a creeping insensitive sarcasm?! Are we not merely nice? This insensitive sarcasm, with its skepticism that brings up the niggling matter of the truth? Are not all feelings true in themselves? It seems that even we nice guys want to attempt to wield the sword of judgment.
But fortunately we nice guys keep our swords a might bit dull and rusty. Our iron does not sharpen iron. This is the only way we nice boys can be safe and don't cut ourselves or anyone else, after all. It is nice to be always sensitive... always nice. Perhaps we can make it our highest ideal, we nice little lambs. "...if the lambs say among themselves: 'these birds of prey are evil; whoever is least like a bird of prey, but rather its opposite, a lamb--would he not be good?' there is no reason to find fault with this institution of an ideal, except perhaps that the birds of prey might view it a little ironically and say: 'WE don't dislike them at all, these good little lambs; we even love them; nothing is more tasty than a tender lamb.'" We nice guys will pay no mind to the birds of prey, the practice of iron sharpening iron might be a mighty bit tricky for we nice boys. And even if a bit of irony creeps in inspite of ourselves, fortunately we keep our iron dull and rusted so that our swords can't cut very deep.
We nice boys of the faith.
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This parable was like a little prophecy at the time. I say it a couple months before he repeats it and says, "I would like to be in an army where all swords are dull." I will show you how it is done a little. It has to do with some mighty tricky shifts! So I shall fathom some mysteries for you fitting this patten into Good and Evil. Into Good and Evil is an inversion of Neitzsche who wanted to go beyond good and evil.
Perhaps it will all be a lil' embarassing! Yet, it was and is not my fault that some bare butts are so bare. For as far as I know they are still bare. I'd rather not check to see them! So instead of wading through text that seems to be as excrement, I find some parables with google instead....shew. That is good. You see, I do not like to look at the excrement that comes from the bare butts of all the nice guys. For I would rather read the Book.
Girls don't seem to like merely nice guys? Ah well, we nice boys must be nice anyway. It is nice to be nice, after all. And pay no mind to the birds of prey circling and fighting in the background, we nice guys will be nice...even as we start to sweat as we do so. What are they fighting for? What are we fighting for? These are the questions without answers for we nice guys. After all, answers might be a mighty bit tricky for we nice guys. But what is this in the answers of all we nice guys, a creeping insensitive sarcasm?! Are we not merely nice? This insensitive sarcasm, with its skepticism that brings up the niggling matter of the truth? Are not all feelings true in themselves? It seems that even we nice guys want to attempt to wield the sword of judgment.
But fortunately we nice guys keep our swords a might bit dull and rusty. Our iron does not sharpen iron. This is the only way we nice boys can be safe and don't cut ourselves or anyone else, after all. It is nice to be always sensitive... always nice. Perhaps we can make it our highest ideal, we nice little lambs. "...if the lambs say among themselves: 'these birds of prey are evil; whoever is least like a bird of prey, but rather its opposite, a lamb--would he not be good?' there is no reason to find fault with this institution of an ideal, except perhaps that the birds of prey might view it a little ironically and say: 'WE don't dislike them at all, these good little lambs; we even love them; nothing is more tasty than a tender lamb.'" We nice guys will pay no mind to the birds of prey, the practice of iron sharpening iron might be a mighty bit tricky for we nice boys. And even if a bit of irony creeps in inspite of ourselves, fortunately we keep our iron dull and rusted so that our swords can't cut very deep.
We nice boys of the faith.
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This parable was like a little prophecy at the time. I say it a couple months before he repeats it and says, "I would like to be in an army where all swords are dull." I will show you how it is done a little. It has to do with some mighty tricky shifts! So I shall fathom some mysteries for you fitting this patten into Good and Evil. Into Good and Evil is an inversion of Neitzsche who wanted to go beyond good and evil.
Perhaps it will all be a lil' embarassing! Yet, it was and is not my fault that some bare butts are so bare. For as far as I know they are still bare. I'd rather not check to see them! So instead of wading through text that seems to be as excrement, I find some parables with google instead....shew. That is good. You see, I do not like to look at the excrement that comes from the bare butts of all the nice guys. For I would rather read the Book.
The Unforgivable Sin?
A few words...since I am thinking about it I my as well write it down. This is nice to have a written record.
Now, the One is essentially saying do not sin against Wisdom and her actions. He forgives all sins against him because he is like that. That is what he does. He saves those He will save. For He gives.....
Enter, the pattern of the whore of Babylon who builds towers of false babelings and the like. I have noticed that the words are shifted all around by her. And so on. True Wisdom seems to be her downfall. Yet, she seems to have servants who babel quite a bit about it. Also, they tend to call Wisdom blasphemous and the like. So you see what I am thinking as far as the babeling ones with a sort of unteachable spirit in them who will not accept the Truth and the Word and then also even sin against Wisdom too! I am reminded of Natural Law and conservatives, noble pagans and so on. For they do not sin this way the subpagan does by worshipping their own feelings, visions and idols.
It is something worth thinking about for all people. For Wisdom, she is true Love and she calls her name out in the square with proverbs, riddles and signs to be read. Then, there are those who seem to willfully just sin against her. Maybe they serve someone else.
I am still thinking. I had not seen the association with Wisdom before because of pride, perhaps. Also, this talk of unforgivable sins by the One has scared me! Yet, you have to go deeper, deeper anyway because if you let Fear win, then he has won. That's why all you have to fear is Fear itself. So, I continue...
Later.
Now, the One is essentially saying do not sin against Wisdom and her actions. He forgives all sins against him because he is like that. That is what he does. He saves those He will save. For He gives.....
Enter, the pattern of the whore of Babylon who builds towers of false babelings and the like. I have noticed that the words are shifted all around by her. And so on. True Wisdom seems to be her downfall. Yet, she seems to have servants who babel quite a bit about it. Also, they tend to call Wisdom blasphemous and the like. So you see what I am thinking as far as the babeling ones with a sort of unteachable spirit in them who will not accept the Truth and the Word and then also even sin against Wisdom too! I am reminded of Natural Law and conservatives, noble pagans and so on. For they do not sin this way the subpagan does by worshipping their own feelings, visions and idols.
It is something worth thinking about for all people. For Wisdom, she is true Love and she calls her name out in the square with proverbs, riddles and signs to be read. Then, there are those who seem to willfully just sin against her. Maybe they serve someone else.
I am still thinking. I had not seen the association with Wisdom before because of pride, perhaps. Also, this talk of unforgivable sins by the One has scared me! Yet, you have to go deeper, deeper anyway because if you let Fear win, then he has won. That's why all you have to fear is Fear itself. So, I continue...
Later.
Get with the Program....
Once upon a time there was a programmer.
Now this programmer was a little different and he made his programs so they could change on their own. He made the rules. They were good rules because he made them. For he was a good guy. In fact, he was the definition of a good guy. So he made a lot of programs and they did neat things together. Even the programs started making their own programs too. He really like that part, to see how they would make their own programs and then guide and make more too. They made beautiful little programs all on their own. He made more beautiful programs for them too. He thought, "This is such fun!" It was especially the part where the programs made their own and then more and more, see.
So he made bigger programs and smaller too. Now, one day...he saw one of his biggest programs do something he thought was just a little odd as it did not follow his instructions when he tried to fix it. He thought, "Well, I could let that slide." Then, the next day the same program was doing something a little odd but other programs starting doing it too! Then he thought, "This could get bad. I will have to fix this thing."
Yet, he did not just throw away all his work and begin making programs that could not program at all. He liked that part. They liked that part. There was no reason to do away with it. He was the good guy and the programmer. So, his instructions WOULD be followed here. So he would not agree with the odd program in the least. The odd program thought he was the one who was good, so very good. But the programmer just replied, "No."
So he made a recycle bin. He did not need one before. Now, he needed one. So, he made one. Then, he put the odd program in it. He thought, "I will recycle it using some new recycle programs." Then, the next day he came in to do some more programming and saw it. What had happened was the Virus had begun eating away at the recycle bin too! His little recycling programs had betrayed him too. He thought, "Well, I really kind of liked those lil' programs. They were some neat ones. I could just delete it all....no! I will do something about this thing once and for all. I liked those lil' programs and enough is enough!"
So then he gave his son a call. Because well, the younger generation is just better with computers. So his son came to save the day. He thought, "I will make a huge program for you dad." Its icon was a little recycle bin too. So he kept the original recycle bin going since the Virus was really no challenge to him. He was disgusted by its destruction of his fathers lil' programs. He even communicated to it, "You could come back out if you delete the part of yourself that you have turned bad." But, it never did listen. The thing of it was, it was always turning just a little more of itself bad in a process and so it always thought, "Why not go back to the last time you said delete that part and I'll just delete that part but not ALL you want to now?" So it got worse, worse and never did delete the bad part. It just would not repent of its Virus ways!
So, the Virus just kept going...for it was driving itself insane by never listening, see. The son got the huge program done. Then, he put the Virus in the new recycle bin. Now this recycle bin was just too fast, fast! So it spit forth all the little programs that the son told it to. His father the programmer said, "That is the best program ever!" His son replied, "Thanks dad, I made it for you. So, it is your's."
The little recyclers came on out....and the programmers started another program along with his best program ever. The little recyclers even got to help a little as they all started making more, more things together. Even the Virus was in the new recycle bin and he was being made to make good things now even as he was torn up for what he did. The son laughed, the fast program was just really fast....he looked at the lil' programs he saved and laughed and the programmer laughed with him.
(Yeah, theological liberties have been taken....but with art what are you going to do? Maybe the problem is, art is not robotics!)
Now this programmer was a little different and he made his programs so they could change on their own. He made the rules. They were good rules because he made them. For he was a good guy. In fact, he was the definition of a good guy. So he made a lot of programs and they did neat things together. Even the programs started making their own programs too. He really like that part, to see how they would make their own programs and then guide and make more too. They made beautiful little programs all on their own. He made more beautiful programs for them too. He thought, "This is such fun!" It was especially the part where the programs made their own and then more and more, see.
So he made bigger programs and smaller too. Now, one day...he saw one of his biggest programs do something he thought was just a little odd as it did not follow his instructions when he tried to fix it. He thought, "Well, I could let that slide." Then, the next day the same program was doing something a little odd but other programs starting doing it too! Then he thought, "This could get bad. I will have to fix this thing."
Yet, he did not just throw away all his work and begin making programs that could not program at all. He liked that part. They liked that part. There was no reason to do away with it. He was the good guy and the programmer. So, his instructions WOULD be followed here. So he would not agree with the odd program in the least. The odd program thought he was the one who was good, so very good. But the programmer just replied, "No."
So he made a recycle bin. He did not need one before. Now, he needed one. So, he made one. Then, he put the odd program in it. He thought, "I will recycle it using some new recycle programs." Then, the next day he came in to do some more programming and saw it. What had happened was the Virus had begun eating away at the recycle bin too! His little recycling programs had betrayed him too. He thought, "Well, I really kind of liked those lil' programs. They were some neat ones. I could just delete it all....no! I will do something about this thing once and for all. I liked those lil' programs and enough is enough!"
So then he gave his son a call. Because well, the younger generation is just better with computers. So his son came to save the day. He thought, "I will make a huge program for you dad." Its icon was a little recycle bin too. So he kept the original recycle bin going since the Virus was really no challenge to him. He was disgusted by its destruction of his fathers lil' programs. He even communicated to it, "You could come back out if you delete the part of yourself that you have turned bad." But, it never did listen. The thing of it was, it was always turning just a little more of itself bad in a process and so it always thought, "Why not go back to the last time you said delete that part and I'll just delete that part but not ALL you want to now?" So it got worse, worse and never did delete the bad part. It just would not repent of its Virus ways!
So, the Virus just kept going...for it was driving itself insane by never listening, see. The son got the huge program done. Then, he put the Virus in the new recycle bin. Now this recycle bin was just too fast, fast! So it spit forth all the little programs that the son told it to. His father the programmer said, "That is the best program ever!" His son replied, "Thanks dad, I made it for you. So, it is your's."
The little recyclers came on out....and the programmers started another program along with his best program ever. The little recyclers even got to help a little as they all started making more, more things together. Even the Virus was in the new recycle bin and he was being made to make good things now even as he was torn up for what he did. The son laughed, the fast program was just really fast....he looked at the lil' programs he saved and laughed and the programmer laughed with him.
(Yeah, theological liberties have been taken....but with art what are you going to do? Maybe the problem is, art is not robotics!)
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