Monday, March 13, 2017
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Creating More Jesuses: Literally & Symbolically
in my opinion of the following sacred text passage, i think it stands to reason that "god" was conformed into the likeness of man (both literally & symbolically) to create more of himself (both literally & symbolically). it is my educated guess that there is a bloodline from christ & also the chosen "enlightened" ones. i'll park the text of which i speak below & let the reader cipher for him/herself:
"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that HE MIGHT BE THE FIRSTBORN AMONG MANY BRETHREN. MOREOVER WHO HE PREDESTINED, THESE HE ALSO CALLED; whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified." ~Romans 8:28-30
do you see it? he will be the firstborn of his bloodline? then he will call the rest. . . ? to me, this means both DNA related AND those of us that have "simply" been "called," will be even MORE important? if not, it's okay. that's why "christians" say it's the "living" word, right? because it's meaning is in the heart of the reader? personally, i think both logically & with imaginations, so. . . . it stands to reason that he would spread his seed with his love, mary m. well i've "preached" enough, & i don't even proclaim to be a "christian" (he didn't say to worship him, only to follow his example--why would i, therefore name my club after him? isn't that the ULTIMATE form of worship?)! *gets off soapbox
"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose. For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to be conformed to the image of His Son, that HE MIGHT BE THE FIRSTBORN AMONG MANY BRETHREN. MOREOVER WHO HE PREDESTINED, THESE HE ALSO CALLED; whom He called, these He also justified; and whom He justified, these He also glorified." ~Romans 8:28-30
do you see it? he will be the firstborn of his bloodline? then he will call the rest. . . ? to me, this means both DNA related AND those of us that have "simply" been "called," will be even MORE important? if not, it's okay. that's why "christians" say it's the "living" word, right? because it's meaning is in the heart of the reader? personally, i think both logically & with imaginations, so. . . . it stands to reason that he would spread his seed with his love, mary m. well i've "preached" enough, & i don't even proclaim to be a "christian" (he didn't say to worship him, only to follow his example--why would i, therefore name my club after him? isn't that the ULTIMATE form of worship?)! *gets off soapbox
Wednesday, March 8, 2017
Tuesday, February 28, 2017
So UR Rastafarian, R U?
when self-proclaimed Rastafarians simply think the religion is about smoking weed & are accepting food stamps & welfare & school loans & anything from oppressive gov'ts., i wanna shake them & shoot them. having to educate others regarding their religions (of which i am not), is both exhausting & exhilarating (but mostly, i like rubbing their noses in their own shit!).
rastas do NOT believe in receiving any handouts from any gov't. they refuse to be slaves, which is what happens when you receive social services. they may have many women (queens) in their lifetimes, but they are loyal to the one they are with. they always support their children (no matter how many seeds they spread about--if you use your dick you'd better man up, dude).the weed smoking was the first step in the rasta anarchy; they refused the ban on weed as it's part of their religion & the ancient african medicines.
these men, like the native american warriors will fight & die for these causes (like not using nuclear power). where is the self-proclaimed rastas loyalties? will he lay down his life for his brothers, sisters, children? then, not a rasta, dude!
i agree with most of their philosophy, but it's not my religion. if you're gonna claim it, i think you should understand the magnitude
rastas do NOT believe in receiving any handouts from any gov't. they refuse to be slaves, which is what happens when you receive social services. they may have many women (queens) in their lifetimes, but they are loyal to the one they are with. they always support their children (no matter how many seeds they spread about--if you use your dick you'd better man up, dude).the weed smoking was the first step in the rasta anarchy; they refused the ban on weed as it's part of their religion & the ancient african medicines.
these men, like the native american warriors will fight & die for these causes (like not using nuclear power). where is the self-proclaimed rastas loyalties? will he lay down his life for his brothers, sisters, children? then, not a rasta, dude!
i agree with most of their philosophy, but it's not my religion. if you're gonna claim it, i think you should understand the magnitude
In Defense of My Black Jesus
in a recent FB post, someone recently opposed the lyrics in bob marley’s song “three little birds.”
he literally wrote:
I love Bob Marley's music, I love his passion, I love his zest for life, I love his positive attitude, and I love a whole host of other great qualities the man possessed.
But with one of his most famous lyrics of all time, I must take issue.
While no doubt well-meaning - telling people:
"Don't worry about a thing;
Every little thing is gonna be all right"
is practically begging people, many of whom are already in a bad emotional place - to delude themselves into thinking that at some point in the future, everything will be perfect - that all of life's problems - ALL OF THEM - will melt away, and that life will no longer be real life - it will be a picture-perfect everlasting paradise. . . ”
. . . & this is my response to his rant:
marley meant in order for good things to happen to you, you must not walk in fear. he was rastafarian, which includes a firm belief in christ, & those 3 birds were his spiritual confirmation that his activism was his path. he was a rebel, banned from his own country, shot at least twice that i can remember, & died from a cancer that started in his toe. he was a martyr for the cause. that said, i understand your point, but i think it's misdirected.
personally, i take issue with bobby mcfarin's "don't worry, be happy." he blatantly tells the audience it doesn't matter if the landlord is going to kick you out: "The landlord say your rent is late, he may have to litigate. . .Don't worry, (ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha) be happy (look at me, I'm happy" he also states that we are not to show feelings to others because they are uncomfortable with their own feelings, "'Cause when you're worried, your face will frown, and that will bring everybody down. . . So don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now."
again, i see the truth you're spitting, but i offer you a new perspective as i've actually heard marley preach when i was 8, & i remember him explaining the 3 little birds song, which was released the year before (1977). he is, quite literally, one of my superheroes, a fellow activist, & lover of weed, fighter for equality, rabble-rouser, & smoker of the magickal herb.
that said i leave you with lyrics that i love, in the words of "the toyes:" "SMOKE TWO JOINTS IN TIME OF PEACE, & TWO IN TIMES OF WAR. I SMOKE TWO JOINTS BEFORE I SMOKE TWO JOINTS, & THEN I SMOKE TWO MORE!"
he literally wrote:
I love Bob Marley's music, I love his passion, I love his zest for life, I love his positive attitude, and I love a whole host of other great qualities the man possessed.
But with one of his most famous lyrics of all time, I must take issue.
While no doubt well-meaning - telling people:
"Don't worry about a thing;
Every little thing is gonna be all right"
is practically begging people, many of whom are already in a bad emotional place - to delude themselves into thinking that at some point in the future, everything will be perfect - that all of life's problems - ALL OF THEM - will melt away, and that life will no longer be real life - it will be a picture-perfect everlasting paradise. . . ”
. . . & this is my response to his rant:
marley meant in order for good things to happen to you, you must not walk in fear. he was rastafarian, which includes a firm belief in christ, & those 3 birds were his spiritual confirmation that his activism was his path. he was a rebel, banned from his own country, shot at least twice that i can remember, & died from a cancer that started in his toe. he was a martyr for the cause. that said, i understand your point, but i think it's misdirected.
personally, i take issue with bobby mcfarin's "don't worry, be happy." he blatantly tells the audience it doesn't matter if the landlord is going to kick you out: "The landlord say your rent is late, he may have to litigate. . .Don't worry, (ha-ha ha-ha ha-ha) be happy (look at me, I'm happy" he also states that we are not to show feelings to others because they are uncomfortable with their own feelings, "'Cause when you're worried, your face will frown, and that will bring everybody down. . . So don't worry, be happy Don't worry, be happy now."
again, i see the truth you're spitting, but i offer you a new perspective as i've actually heard marley preach when i was 8, & i remember him explaining the 3 little birds song, which was released the year before (1977). he is, quite literally, one of my superheroes, a fellow activist, & lover of weed, fighter for equality, rabble-rouser, & smoker of the magickal herb.
that said i leave you with lyrics that i love, in the words of "the toyes:" "SMOKE TWO JOINTS IN TIME OF PEACE, & TWO IN TIMES OF WAR. I SMOKE TWO JOINTS BEFORE I SMOKE TWO JOINTS, & THEN I SMOKE TWO MORE!"
Monday, February 27, 2017
God's Work? Bah-ha-ha!
A friend posts a joke on FB that no one really owns as it's rather a common phrase in American culture, & there are enough memes out there to prove this point. He posts: "Love Mondays....said no one ever. . .,"
to which I promptly reply, "LIES!!!!! i belong to an organization that is all about loving Mondays. i facilitate a group on Monday afternoons to making the world a better place by taking baby steps to change the world. http://everymondaymatters.org/"
He then responds with, "God bless you! You're doing Gods work! :)"
Me: "bah-ha-ha! nope, i'm doing what i was called to do. . . i follow my heart & my mind. i hold no political ties, & i am of no religion (i am a minister of the same church as conan, but they honor all religions, including atheism & science). i do not look outwardly for some mythical being or human being (although, applause & laughter are very euphoric) to tell me what i was born with. god's work? no. i am doing what humanoids should do for themselves & others. i am an anarchist, a hacktivist, & i am a instigator of breaking laws to change them. *gets off soapbox"
to which I promptly reply, "LIES!!!!! i belong to an organization that is all about loving Mondays. i facilitate a group on Monday afternoons to making the world a better place by taking baby steps to change the world. http://everymondaymatters.org/"
He then responds with, "God bless you! You're doing Gods work! :)"
Me: "bah-ha-ha! nope, i'm doing what i was called to do. . . i follow my heart & my mind. i hold no political ties, & i am of no religion (i am a minister of the same church as conan, but they honor all religions, including atheism & science). i do not look outwardly for some mythical being or human being (although, applause & laughter are very euphoric) to tell me what i was born with. god's work? no. i am doing what humanoids should do for themselves & others. i am an anarchist, a hacktivist, & i am a instigator of breaking laws to change them. *gets off soapbox"
Saturday, September 3, 2016
My Perfect Life Partner & Journey Co-Creator
Inspired By: ‘Girlfriend Wanted’ by Matthew Gray Gubler
impish
snuggling on a park bench
“and wind chimes”
prefer tall, but no matter
size
shape
length of hair, although. . .
longer hair is fun
rapscallions
trolls
“Negative Nellies”
bigots
and ne’er-do-wells can lick toe jam
storytellers, musicians,
jesters, muses,
wishers, spell-casters,
daydreamers, star-gazers,
and the like
anyone with a psyche paralleling that of
bill hicks
bob marley
mia angelo
or mortician addams
please sit and chat a spell
trust no lawyer, judge, or copper;
won’t pass judgments until I see fruit.
must enjoy whistling
(the cockatiel insists)
food in bed
1980s rap and eminem
i sleep with 5 or six pillows
can’t sleep with the lights from electronics
staring and especially blinking
at me; it’s unsettling
all I want is
someone to hold me when I’m afraid
a bountiful harvest
and to make you laugh till you gain a six-pack
*****AUTHOR'S NOTE*****
i have only recently been introduced to Mr. Gubler's art & his writings.
see more of his works here: https://gublernation.wordpress.com/
and here: http://www.matthewgraygubler.com/
Thursday, August 18, 2016
WRITERS' BLOCK
I really don’t know what I’m going to write about today, but I feel the need to express myself.
okay, this really sucks. I have been wandering throughout my apartment today. I might as well call it pacing as it’s only a 2-bedroom flat. As I’ve been pacing through,my place today I’ve been talking out loud & making all kinds of sense, like I do when no one’s listening. I told myself that I should be recording this or writing it, like I always do. This time, however, I listened.
My arms & shoulders get far too sore for a lot of writing anymore, so I stick with switching off typing a bit at a time. I also have voice recognition software that I like to use when my muscles decide to scream. I have Polymyalgia Rheumatica AND Fibromyalgia, so there are a lot of things that take a great deal of energy. SQUIRREL! I got my laptop out & was ready to record some awesome things from me brain.
nothing. Not a damn thing.
Blinky cursor on the laptop screen. Blinky, red light on the camera. Steady green light on the audio recording device.
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
WTF? I am a decent writer, story teller, & poet; where does it go when I deliberately want to say some words of wisdom?
I wish I were brave.
I wish I was able to leave my flat without fear (I have what I hope will be a temporary bout with agoraphobia—that’s another story for another time & place). I’m not so much afraid of people or even being hurt by people (I’ve been through so much that I can’t much care about that part of my anxiety), as I am about my reactions to people being stupid &/or mean. I know what I am capable of, out of love, lust, & hate. For some innate reason I cannot keep shit to myself when I see mistreatment of animals, children, vulnerable adults, & the list goes on for freaking ever!!! I also cannot bite my tongue (why should I harm my tongue for your sake anyway?) when I see, hear, or experience racism, even though on many levels I am just as guilty as the next person. . . hypocrite? Yes. but aren’t we all to some extend. The behaviors that bother us in others are usually the ones we refuse to see in ourselves. I see mine, & I can accept it. Sometimes it takes a minute, but I claim ownership for my shit. Whether I want acknowledgement of my good or I must make right an evil, I will eventually own it all.
Well, hell. That’s not even close to the “Tracey Gs Soapbox Schooling.” That’s more like "Moitle’s Melee Madness."
Christ! I’ll bet if I walk away a thought bubble will appear.
Times like this I wish I had a muse.
the privy!
There’s a plan, eh? Every writer & inventor knows that Ralph Waldo Emerson had it right when he sad that the grandest of thoughts tend to only come when one is in the outdoor privy or the indoor water closet (paraphrased from one of his journal entries that I read in my college days).
I may, or I may not be back.
End transmittal.
okay, this really sucks. I have been wandering throughout my apartment today. I might as well call it pacing as it’s only a 2-bedroom flat. As I’ve been pacing through,my place today I’ve been talking out loud & making all kinds of sense, like I do when no one’s listening. I told myself that I should be recording this or writing it, like I always do. This time, however, I listened.
My arms & shoulders get far too sore for a lot of writing anymore, so I stick with switching off typing a bit at a time. I also have voice recognition software that I like to use when my muscles decide to scream. I have Polymyalgia Rheumatica AND Fibromyalgia, so there are a lot of things that take a great deal of energy. SQUIRREL! I got my laptop out & was ready to record some awesome things from me brain.
nothing. Not a damn thing.
Blinky cursor on the laptop screen. Blinky, red light on the camera. Steady green light on the audio recording device.
Nothing. Not a damn thing.
WTF? I am a decent writer, story teller, & poet; where does it go when I deliberately want to say some words of wisdom?
I wish I were brave.
I wish I was able to leave my flat without fear (I have what I hope will be a temporary bout with agoraphobia—that’s another story for another time & place). I’m not so much afraid of people or even being hurt by people (I’ve been through so much that I can’t much care about that part of my anxiety), as I am about my reactions to people being stupid &/or mean. I know what I am capable of, out of love, lust, & hate. For some innate reason I cannot keep shit to myself when I see mistreatment of animals, children, vulnerable adults, & the list goes on for freaking ever!!! I also cannot bite my tongue (why should I harm my tongue for your sake anyway?) when I see, hear, or experience racism, even though on many levels I am just as guilty as the next person. . . hypocrite? Yes. but aren’t we all to some extend. The behaviors that bother us in others are usually the ones we refuse to see in ourselves. I see mine, & I can accept it. Sometimes it takes a minute, but I claim ownership for my shit. Whether I want acknowledgement of my good or I must make right an evil, I will eventually own it all.
Well, hell. That’s not even close to the “Tracey Gs Soapbox Schooling.” That’s more like "Moitle’s Melee Madness."
Christ! I’ll bet if I walk away a thought bubble will appear.
Times like this I wish I had a muse.
the privy!
There’s a plan, eh? Every writer & inventor knows that Ralph Waldo Emerson had it right when he sad that the grandest of thoughts tend to only come when one is in the outdoor privy or the indoor water closet (paraphrased from one of his journal entries that I read in my college days).
I may, or I may not be back.
End transmittal.
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