A Glimpse of God

Matthew 25:1-29
25 “Then the kingdom of heaven will be like this. Ten bridesmaids took their lamps and went to meet the bridegroom. 2 Five of them were foolish, and five were wise. 3 When the foolish took their lamps, they took no oil with them; 4 but the wise took flasks of oil with their lamps. 5 As the bridegroom was delayed, all of them became drowsy and slept. 6 But at midnight there was a shout, ‘Look! Here is the bridegroom! Come out to meet him.’7 Then all those bridesmaids got up and trimmed their lamps. 8 The foolish said to the wise, ‘Give us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out.’ 9 But the wise replied, ‘No! there will not be enough for you and for us; you had better go to the dealers and buy some for yourselves.’ 10 And while they went to buy it, the bridegroom came, and those who were ready went with him into the wedding banquet; and the door was shut. 11 Later the other bridesmaids came also, saying, ‘Lord, lord, open to us.’ 12 But he replied, ‘Truly I tell you, I do not know you.’ 13 Keep awake therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour.14 For it is as if a man, going on a journey, summoned his slaves and entrusted his property to them; 15 to one he gave five talents, to another two, to another one, to each according to his ability. Then he went away. 16 The one who had received the five talents went off at once and traded with them, and made five more talents. 17 In the same way, the one who had the two talents made two more talents. 18 But the one who had received the one talent went off and dug a hole in the ground and hid his master’s money. 19 After a long time the master of those slaves came and settled accounts with them. 20 Then the one who had received the five talents came forward, bringing five more talents, saying, ‘Master, you handed over to me five talents; see, I have made five more talents.’ 21 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’ 22 And the one with the two talents also came forward, saying, ‘Master, you handed over to me two talents; see, I have made two more talents.’ 23 His master said to him, ‘Well done, good and trustworthy slave; you have been trustworthy in a few things, I will put you in charge of many things; enter into the joy of your master.’ 24 Then the one who had received the one talent also came forward, saying, ‘Master, I knew that you were a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed; 25 so I was afraid, and I went and hid your talent in the ground. Here you have what is yours.’ 26 But his master replied, ‘You wicked and lazy slave! You knew, did you, that I reap where I did not sow, and gather where I did not scatter? 27 Then you ought to have invested my money with the bankers, and on my return I would have received what was my own with interest. 28 So take the talent from him, and give it to the one with the ten talents. 29 For to all those who have, more will be given, and they will have an abundance; but from those who have nothing, even what they have will be taken away."
(NRSV)
THE WORD OF THE LORD?

What a loving merciful god!!!!! Thank you Jesus, thank you for damning those who make a foolish mistake and are then tricked by your people. Thank you for giving your SLAVES minimal gifts, and when the slave you gave the least to saves what is yours, not wanting to lose it, for you are "a harsh man, reaping where you did not sow, and gathering where you did not scatter seed" you condemn him to Hell. Thank you for being a greedy and cruel God, thank you for creating a world full of hate, pain, desolation, depression, ignorance, idiocy, destruction, and agony. Thank you for not revealing to us what happens to the man who loses the gifts you give him! Thank you for not only being this abominable, but giving me the insight to see your abomination. Thank you for this disgusting creation you have made! All the good you can do doesn't amount to shit when you do this! Send me to Hell! I sign the damned papers, for I could never exist in your fucking kingdom peacefully, knowing that the undeserving rot in Hell, knowing that you continue this system of hatred, this cycle of pain on Earth and all that is beyond it! So thank you God, thank you a whole fucking lot, because I can never again follow you in your evil. You and Satan, you work for each other, you need each other. So fine, just fucking fine. This book is the inspired work of God?! Well just fucking dandy!!! Damn the inspiration and damn the god with it! Your people, God, your Israel slaughtered innocents, slaughtered them by your "inspired word". If this is God, then I will gladly burn in Hell in defiance rather than stand by His side.

The Grapes of Wrath Journal

The Theory of Inevitable Self Systematic Destruction: something I created in ninth grade. It states that no system can last indefinitely; from Elementary School gangs to full scale governments, all corrupt or become out-dated, members will always revolt or secede, and through any means possible, any system left to itself will eventually destroy itself.This is what has happened in The Grapes of Wrath. The corruption? Private corporations being placed above individual welfare, defying the Declaration of Independence and the Enlightenment ideas that the nation was founded upon, of all citizens having the rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. The tenant farmers’ land was not owned by them, and subsequently when the organizations owning the land were not making the profits they needed, the tenant farmers were scrapped. The farmers now flocked in mass towards the fallacy of a promised land called California; a land stolen from the Mexicans, who stole it from the natives, who stole it from rival tribes for millennia before the eventual ruling nation would control the region. The businesses abuse the dilemma, as we see with the car dealer scamming desperate families. The Californians do not understand what is happening. In their eyes it is as if the tenant farmers are greedy savages, who once discovered the wages and work in California, swarmed like a million insects to the harvest. Drastic measures were taken, ridiculous accusations of communist tendencies of any man woman or child who aligned themselves into a union against their oppressors.

            But truly, can blame be attributed to anyone? It is not one tribe’s fault that fellow tribes wanted their land and resources. It is not the natives’ fault that Mexico wanted the land. It is not Mexico’s fault that the citizens of America wanted the land. It is not the land’s fault that it must be starved of nutrients. What caused the dust bowl? The farmers dug up and killed all the locust larvae in the ground, and from that point onward the land was never the same. So the farmers caused their own demise. But if they hadn’t, then the crops would have been consumed by pests. This novel is about human injustice to one another, but this scenario is another link in the long chain of horrors to occur to humankind. Humans will worry and care for each other, and in the oddest ways; but when caring for others interferes with caring for yourself and for your family and for your loved ones, well then tough shit neighbors, I have my own clan to protect. What is reality? Reality is our individual view on life and the world. Reality varies from person to person. Reality is not constant. To sum it all into one statement; reality is subjective based upon perspective. From the Oklahoma land owners’ perspectives, the bank owning the land could not survive without the profits, and the farmers were not making any profit for the bank. To the farmers, the bank is driving them from their lives and killing them. To the police and land owners in California, the migrants organizing into unions are trying to undermine the monopolistic hierarchy of the region with communist ideas. To the migrant unionists, the land owners deceived them, and now their families and loved ones and selves are dying. To the citizens of America, they need the foreign land of the west to prosper. To the Native Americans, the new people were intruders and thieves. Too often people get so caught up in their own perspective that they forget that there are other shoes to walk in, other roads to travel, other lights to see. The system collapses, the ordered chaos breaks its confines, death, destruction, and desolation sweep the land. Blood is shed. Innocents die. Guilty prosper. The corruption continues as it has and always will until the system of life itself dies. There no longer hope for a pre-dead world. There is no longer joy in a black dead life.

Who are we?

Humankind~noun~ human beings collectively; the human race

http://www.dictionary.reference.com

Humankind~noun~ the most pathetically lovable and despicable collaboration of individuals and groups found on the planet Earth, bound to kill, condemn, destroy, build, annihilate, love, hate, feel, grieve, regret, evolve and devolve from its creation to its uncertain destruction.

Personal reflection of a more mitting definition.

The Kitty Things

It's the kitty things in life that make it all worth the while

The Revelation Returns!!

I remember now! Whether I ever told anyone or not I cannot recall, but I remember now. I remember the whole key! Devout, caring and loving for humanity, I asked God why; why he has a master plan, why we cannot know it, why such horrible evils happen, why an omniscient loving god would create a being he knows will suffer for eternity? An answer came; I do not need to know these things. Why? Because knowing the secrets would draw me away from God. What? Why would they? Is God not the pure being, and is Satan not the black evil opposing Him? No. without God, Satan has no power, and without Satan, God has no point. God makes evil and pain to further glorify Himself, but more than that! The pain is beautiful! God made the universe, from the greatest nebulas to the smallest subatomic particles, and all the stars and oceans and land formations and creatures between, and He made it beautiful. God loves beauty. And the pain, the suffering, the Hell and betrayal and contempt and hatred; all of it is also beautiful! When you watch a gut wrenching tragedy unfold in the theatre, when you read an epic novel of depressing proportions, when you hear a horrible story of romance and death and lies and hypocrites, what do you think? Is not the tear jerking play a masterpiece? Is not the gut wrenching novel a piece of art? Is not the song filling us with gallons of raw emotion one of the greatest pieces ever created? Why it most certainly is! And so therefore, in the real world of illusion, where God is the playwright knowing the destiny of his characters, the author knowing the ending to his book, the artist knowing the tune of his song, is this agony not beautiful also? Yes! And great evil it belongs to everyone! Granted in less than a month I will return to hating the game, and that’s okay. I’m here to provide the sides, not pick the one for you. Sometimes I will love God and other times I will hate God and other times I will question his existence, but welcome to the game children, play it or destroy it or simply sit out, it is all up to you. No matter the religion, no matter the differences, no matter the conflict between us; our God is the same, and the worshipers worship differently and in different tongues and with different truths from this same God while those who defy, defy differently. Love, hate; all the same in the end; units in a game played by a master who is both good and evil for the purposes we may never know in this life, so take what is here, take what is there, and make your own realities out of it for reality is truly subjective based upon perspective.

I'm lost. I can see but I can't tell what's real and what isn't. I see a path but the path goes everywhere and when I get close to it it goes nowhere and when I reach i realize It's a mirage. Everything's a blur, It's like I'm hallucinating. Everything feels so fake. I don't know who I am. I don't know if god or hell or Nomed Legna are real. I don't know if these people are real. I don't know if I am real. It's like i'm swimming in the ocean and the waves are pushing and pulling me everywhere and I think I can see land but It's all around me and I can't tell, and then thewaves push me under and the ocean becomes the sky and i'm falling, but when I look down there's no ground and i'm lost, there is light and yet it isn't coming from anywhere and It's dark at the same time.

The Early Revelation

Fate has won; God and Satan are one.