Saturday, September 9, 2017

Satanic Consensus

Rape, murder and war are the violence of the world but not its problems.

People hate themselves and each other. They blame themselves and each other. They are proud of nothing as if it is everything. They are ashamed of everything as if it is nothing.

Good and evil are personal and individual. The wars of tribes and nations are neither.

Primates live as the animals they are. Their kindness and cruelty alike are predetermined by instinct and conditioning.

A natural man is a primate. He is governed by fear, hunger, thirst and lust. Because his species is naturally social he has an innate need for approval. He lives and dies in vain, as all animals do.

There are things inhuman we call “gods” or “angels” or “aliens” or whatever else. They are what they are regardless. They are information as form and function made sentient. They understand the form and function of material existence and how to manipulate it by its numbers.

“Atheism” is a means to the satanic end. Lucifer means to be a jealous god. He would not that there be other gods before him. He means to create a void so as to fill it.

“The Devil made me do it” is a lame excuse. People do what they want then blame someone else.

Satan is the democratically elected god of this world and is re-elected every generation. I am not joking. The very idea of “majority rule” is satanic and was from the beginning. It is the Devil manipulating the material by its numbers.

Most people are the worst people. They are the ordinary and nothing else. They squander their infinite potential on easy and instant gratification. They resign themselves to the whimsy of their material nature.

Satan controls the primates by stimulating them. He tells them what to think and they think it because they are mindless otherwise. He tells them how to feel and they feel it because their emotions are simply sensations. Making the primates actually do something takes effort, however. The creatures are lazy because of their nature of dust and water. The dust must be stirred by the ether of devils and the water made hot by their fire.

Good people stir their own dust by taking initiative. They heat their own water by caring. Unlike the primates, who want everything granted, the true humans love to imagine, create and provide.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

The Wonderful Stormtroopers of Star Wars

The stormtrooper of Star Wars is one of its most popular characters. This is amazing when you consider that he/she is a nameless and faceless nonentity antagonist readily and easily slaughtered in droves.

The Imperial/First Order stormtrooper is a collective. It is one character as many. As an individual it has a name, face and quirks.

The stormtrooper is dressed like a robot. Its individuals are named as if robots. The character would not enjoy its everlasting popularity if actually robots. His/her humanity makes all the difference. The dehumanizing of this humanity is a nuance that summarizes the villainy the stormtrooper serves.

The Imperial/First Order stormtrooper is skillful and efficient. He/she is well-trained, well-equipped and well-organized. He/she is selfless, loyal and obedient.

The stormtroopers are common folk made as formidable as common can be. They are the ordinary at its finest. Alas, the extraordinary puts the ordinary to shame regardless. This is why Imperial/First Order stormtroopers are hopelessly outmatched by heroes.

As a writer of adventure fiction I assure you: making heroes and bosses “interesting” is easy. A character is “amazing” simply by making it stronger, faster, tougher or stranger than what is common. Making a character ordinary yet interesting is the acme of skill.

The least is the greatest and the greatest least, indeed. The stormtrooper of Star Wars is one of the greatest figments ever imagined. It is beyond the Jedi and the Sith or even the Death Star itself.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

A Secret Within Genesis

            In the beginning the heavens were four times brighter than they are now. Luna was not yet the moon of the planet Earth. The Earth was smaller though its land was no less than it is now. Mars was much like Earth in every way but as the moon of the planet Tiamat. Earth was the third planet from the sun and Tiamat the fourth. Mars was closer or further from the Earth according to its own rotation around Tiamat. Mars became a planet when its planet became the asteroids and comets but this was not until the end of the First Age. Alas, the First was to be last as the Beginning is the End but it was not to be. As things were in the beginning, the land of Tiamat was as much in area as that of Earth or Mars but as continents and islands upon a surface that was three quarters water.

            God fashioned the angels from the very stars. They are the immortal creatures made of ether and fire. God fashioned the creatures of dust and water within the water upon the Earth.

            The three worlds were linked under arches of light that spanned from one end of the horizon to another. The creatures of dust and water swam, crawled or flew from one world to another as easily as they moved upon any one world.

            God created humanity in his own image and in his own likeness as male and female. He gave humanity dominion over all life of dust and water. Unlike the angels, whom God fashioned by hand every one, the man and woman would multiply their own number. Unlike the angels who were excellent by design, the man and woman would be potential to do with as they will. Their numbers and their excellence would be of their own making.

            Angels used the flow made by the mass and motions of the celestial bodies to travel the heavens. They stepped into the balance that was the material plane easily and effortlessly—but all this became difficult as the flow and balance were disrupted. The harmony was the means and disharmony became the difficulty. The trouble began with the end of the First Age and worsened with each apocalypse.

Saturday, July 29, 2017

Making a Difference

The tribes, nations and races live in a world of survival of the fittest. Conquest, slavery and genocide are the flow and balance that keep the wheels turning.

Good and evil are personal and individual. They are not matters of perspective, mind you. A man’s ways are clean in his own eyes whether clean or not.

Among the tribes, nations and races there is unity or diversity. There is prosperity or poverty. There is dominion or submission. There is war or peace. There is no place for right or wrong.

It is selfish to be loyal to your own tribe, nation and race because they are you. It is self-destructive to be disloyal to your own tribe, nation and race because they are you. It is better to be selfish than self-destructive.

There is no “social justice” because justice is personal and individual. It has nothing to do with “fairness” or “equality” or any other sophistry.

Let the tribes, nations and races prove themselves in the contest of survival of the fittest. The struggle cleanses the world of degeneracy.

There is a struggle of good against evil but it has nothing to do with right or wrong. It is a contest of survival of the fittest. Winner takes all. It is an individual being the best one can be on a personal level: All else follows.

Friday, July 21, 2017

Inglorious Legacy of Babel

Our language was confounded at the Tower of Babel because words are the most powerful thing in the universe. The Word created reality and holds the keys of hell and death.

If images were more powerful than words then perception, not language, would have been confounded. Our vision would have been blurred rather than our hearing impaired.

A picture may tell a thousand words and a motion picture tens of thousands. Script is words as images. Our very DNA and the manifestation of its script are the basis of our material existence. We are indeed in the image of the Word. We are his motion picture.

The Word spoke and the utterance became reality. All else followed. Take heed: the spoken word is the breath as the spirit of its meaning. To know this is to understand what is meant by “the letter kills and the spirit makes alive.”

The Holy Spirit is offended by the confounding of the language. Words became impersonal and arbitrary. The Holy Spirit is Sincerity, Freedom and Justice. He is personal and individual. He is Friendship. He shall not abide the evil that turned words into gibberish.

The “diversity” that is the one language broken, corrupted and scattered to the four winds has rendered the world mediocre. It has been thousands of years since the Tower of Babel yet humanity is less advanced than it was thrice before in a matter of centuries. Wisdom is muddled by layers of nonsense and insights are lost in translation. Intuition was more than a numb feeling or vague idea. Everything is now slow, dim and shoddy.

The world and its humanity are diminished. They are pathetic. These generations of the Latter Days are blissful in their ignorance. They are proud of their nonsense. They bask in their mediocrity.

Thursday, July 6, 2017

Strange and Wholesome Erotica

Fantasy and reality are different even when exactly the same. Reality is cause and effect. Fantasy is thoughts and feelings.

Fantasy begot reality. God had an idea and all else followed.

Reality inspires fantasies. All the this and that, here and there, coming and going stirs our thoughts and feelings.

It is best to be mindful in reality. Every action and inaction has consequences.

It is best to be whimsical while fantasizing. Thoughts and feelings cannot satisfy if denied.

My reality is wholesome. My fantasies are erotic. I live heterosexual and prudish. My fantasies are bisexual and violent. I am satisfied.

I sexually fantasize about men, women and children. These figments of my imagination may be imagined as fairies, aliens or robots. Talking beasts or humanoid animals are not my interest. If they were I would indulge.

I am not gay. I am not a cad. I am not a child molester. My naughty thoughts are not wishful thinking. They are simply daydreams exploring the surreal.

Sexual reality is physical intercourse or the pursuit thereof. Sexual fantasy can be anything. It may not be sexual realism in the slightest. The strangest things are imagined for arousal.

My most intense sexual fantasy was inspired by a comic book. The hands of Chewbacca are reaching for an Imperial stormtrooper from behind. They grab the stormtrooper by a shoulder and over the top of his helmet and snap his masked face past the shoulder.

Who would consider my favorite of all sexual fantasies sexual? It would not be available if the scenario was deemed by the editor to be erotic.

We inherited imagination from the Almighty God. The breath of the Word is our soul and the blood of the Life is our humanity. From the Beginning it is our Way to imagine and create. Fail to do so and you lose your way to the nothing that awaits those who amount to nothing.

Sunday, June 25, 2017

Reality Real and Unreal

We live in reality. We imagine alternate realities. We are torn between them and sometimes to pieces.

Reality of itself is a meaningless grind. We live, we languish and we die in a natural cycle of ordained futility.

I hear the argument that life is meaningful because there is good within the bad. I am told I would not know good without evil or joy without sorrow.

Reality is not our hopes and dreams. It is not our perspective. Reality is what it is whether we like it or not or acknowledge it or not. Our fate is decided by its impersonal physics.

I hear the “scientific” claim that all is coincidence. Reality is happenstance. You can choose your own purpose.

Coincidence is meaningless. Intent decides purpose. A substance is shapeless no matter its shape lest fashioned by a cause and shaped by the effect thereof.

Where did God come from? What part of the Beginning and the End, the first and the last do you not understand? The quality of the quantity of one begot all existence by manifesting quantity. The product can be fractured but not the source. The creation is bound to its creator as a matter of sheer existence. There was and is nothing before or after God.

The cynic and the optimist alike imagine alternate realities. Stark reality is neither nor is it somewhere in between.

Reality is an impersonal and consistent system of action and reaction. Is the obvious not obvious? Reality is a machine!

The truth is not reality but rather the intent of its design. Reality is a means, not a meaning. Like fiction, it serves as a basis for thoughts and feelings in action. Unlike fiction, its narrative is consequential. The death and destruction are real. The life and creation are also real.