Misanthropy

Humanity is a naturally prolific and highly social creature. Sadly, most of us are lonely in our bustling crowd.

Most people generally dislike people. Many of us actually hate us. Some of them kill us.

Many claim they would save an animal before they would a human being. Others say they hate to see or hear an animal in distress but either do not care or delight when one of us is suffering. There are others who fantasize about being a disease that torments and kills us in droves.

People who hate people are the very evil they supposedly hate. People who love animals, plants or the very Earth instead of people do so pretending animals, plants or the planet are people. They are spewing their love into the gutter.

Humanity is not “most people” or this thing or that group. It is personal and individual. If even one human being is good then humanity is good.

Heterosexuality perpetuates our kind. Monogamy is the foundation of advanced civilization. Masculinity is the strength of our species.

Homosexuality, promiscuity, and feminism do nothing for humanity. Homosexuality spreads disease without perpetuating life. Promiscuity produces bastards. Feminism is women told what to think by men who think every woman is a bimbo.

We are told by nonentities told what to tell us that humanity is a coincidence. Our accomplishments are happenstance. Our individuals are nothing of the sort. All is impersonal and pointless… but be true to your whims and make-believe a purpose to your liking. “Science” is a magic word that makes things true… but it is trademarked.

Humanity is before the heavens and the earth. It is before the angels, plants and animals. It is the Beginning and the End, the first and the last. Love humanity with all your heart, mind, soul and strength. Love your neighbor as yourself.

Not all people are human. There are things among us of our nature of dust and water but their dust is stirred by ether and their water made hot by fire. Humanity is by the very breath and blood of God. These other people are soulless. They are our neighbors. Love them. You may be their salvation.

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For Whom the Christmas Bells Toll

Most people are evil. They simply do not care. They become lethargic and do nothing or they become restless and do bad things. Someone else is always to be blame. All those specks in the eyes of others get in the way of the plank of the self-righteous.

Evil is not unfairness or inequality. Good cannot be fashioned by education or redistribution.

Good was never and shall never be a matter of right or wrong. Satan would have you believe otherwise. He is the Father of Lies. If good and evil are matters of right or wrong then good and evil are by the numbers. Angels, and I am including cherubim, are streams of information made sentient. A morality by the numbers plays right into their hands.

The men and women of dust and water are weak, foolish and mortal. The men of ether and fire are strong, wise and immortal. Take heed: the least is indeed the greatest and the greatest least.

You hear tell that you are a primate. You are an animal. You are a coincidence. Did you ever wonder who first told us such a thing? Did you ever wonder why they did so?

The men and women of dust and water worship knowledge and power. They believe they are nothing without it. They are in awe of the inhuman things that are knowledgeable and powerful. Our world became a hell when devils became the gods.

Most people are apathetic. By their sheer indifference their dust settles and their water goes stagnant. All things and all people serve the Lord. Jesus allowed the devils to become the false gods knowing they would stir the dust and make the water flow.

The Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit always were and shall always be. They did not begin. They shall not end. They are the source of all things and all people. Jesus is their Trinity. His mortality and its immortality are the first and the last, the Beginning and the End of all things.

A human being is by the blood and breath of Jesus. It is not a primate. It is not an animal any more than it is the clothes it wears. It is not a coincidence. A human being is by the Word of God, not by the Father of Lies.

The men and women of dust and water are potential to do with as they will. Their numbers and their excellence are of their own making.

Most men and women do nothing of themselves. Others make them bother, whether by fear or enticement. These men and women breed like rats but such a thing comes naturally. Their mediocrity is who they are. They are insignificant because they make nothing of themselves. Others make them or break them.

The Way is not by the numbers. Jesus is the Way, the Truth and the Life. Most people are evil but what of it? The wicked are put to use but of themselves they are useless. They serve but not of themselves. They die as they lived: in vain. There are good people. All is well because of these precious few.

Feminism is Fake

Women are sexy. They are our mothers, sisters, aunts, cousins, daughters and nieces. Men would not tolerate these moody weaklings otherwise.

There is no feminism. There never was. Women are fearful and needy. Men dominate other men in the name of women and make the women feel safe. They offer what is needed by taking it from others. They tell the women what to think by flattery.

There are strong women and weak men but Man is stronger than Woman. His empowerment is by force. Hers is granted or denied.

The “battle of the sexes” is a game we play. It is an exercise that keeps our species fit. Of course there are injuries, as there are in every sport. Likewise, there is cheating.

Women should not be in combat. Men should not be in combat... but only because people should not fight and kill each other. Men are stronger, faster, tougher and more aggressive so they are better suited for such a thing.

The strongest bodies are not the strongest men. The men who rule the world are not muscular young men but rather bold and wily old men. Women are not inferior because they are physically weaker: the mighty are physically weak. Women are weaker in mind and spirit.

The place of woman is at the side of man, not as his equal but as his helper. He is to do what is right. She is to encourage him to do so. He is to act. She is to support his action. We are a social creature. Man and Woman are the Right and Left of our species. As a species, we are right-handed.

True to Fiction

Daydreams are casual fantasies inspired by the simplest things. Fiction is when the imagination is shared as stories.

I am a storyteller. Of course I daydream. I turn the fantasies into stories. I understand what I imagine but I must explain it if it is to make sense to other people.

I am mortal and only human. Women are sexy to me. Danger scares me. I have all these things in common with other people. I have themes they can relate to.

The triumph of evil may delight but only the triumph of good can satisfy. Even the evildoers languish when evil wins. Everyone fancies oneself the “good guy” accordingly. Even those proud of evil for being evil rationalize that evil is somehow good.

In all my stories humanity and its mortality provide context. Women are sexy and danger is scary. The struggle of good against evil decides the fate of everyone and everything.

I am a good storyteller. I use archetypes, tropes and other conventions but as the language people understand. I believe what I tell but shall not tell it unless I can make the telling interesting.

I tell whatever story I want using whatever I want to tell it. There is nothing “bad” of itself that I should not consider. Art is not distinguished from vulgarity by its themes but rather by its craftsmanship.

Silly or serious, comedic or dramatic, violent or gentle, hopeful or tragic are not qualities for better or worse as objective standards. The story must be interesting and enjoyable if it is to be good fiction. It must be like daydreams: casual fantasies inspired by the simplest things.

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Sexy Nonsense

“An alarm is sounded. Throngs of armed women in tight or skimpy uniforms pour into view only to be slaughtered in droves. Their bodies carpet the floor in various poses of lifeless indignity. Eyes are rolled back, tongues are hanging out and the fingers of the limp or twitching hands are curled.”

Sex and violence are indeed intrinsically linked. Both are physical and passionate. Both are thrilling.

Why is the alarm sounded? The hero has already entertained us by easily silencing sentries. We relished the feeble struggling of his victims. We were delighted by the wincing, grunts and groans. We were amused by the snapping of necks. The foreplay was fun but it got us excited.

Why throngs of women in tight or skimpy uniforms? Insignificant people enjoy numerical superiority. Women are sexy to everyone. Tight or skimpy uniforms accentuate those feminine curves.

Why the slaughter? Why carpet the floor with corpses? Why are eyes rolled back, tongues poking out and fingers curled? Imaginary violence is already silly because it is imaginary. Such silliness is slapstick unless taken seriously. A theme of lethality is serious by default. As for the sprawl of bodies: excellence is celebrated and mediocrity shamed in summary.

Our fiction is like our dreams and daydreams: it is our imagination turning thoughts and feelings into fantasies. Even the nonsense makes sense. Think about it… always.

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Interesting People

People are the only thing that interests me.

Clothes are interesting on people. They tell me much about who wears them.

Weapons are interesting in the hands of people. A sword or gun is a material extension of an individual. If a particular weapon is chosen, the personality of the wielder is reflected.

Our humanity is not our dust and water but rather the soul that animates the dust and water. We are more or less than the sum of our material existence.

I am a storyteller. I write fiction. I imagine scenarios and give them personalities. The situations are what give the characters things to do but no one cares unless they care about the personalities involved.

Characters are figments imagined as people. Their archetypes classify their use. Personalities are what make them endearing.

The hero is courageous and excellent. The mastermind is sinister and intelligent. Of course these archetypes can be spoofed. The cowardly or inept “hero” and the silly or witless “mastermind” are quite common. The parodies are meaningless without their meaningful inspirations, however.

My creative specialty is the useless foot soldier of villainy archetype. This typically anonymous and individually insignificant character serves a profound purpose. It represents ordinary people as the actively hostile and ultimately expendable pawns of evil.

Everyone has a name and face but most of us are nameless and faceless in the grand scheme of things. We are this group or that. The group is our identity and its culture is our personality.

The expendable characters in our fiction are the most like most people in reality. They are plentiful, insignificant and their deaths are inconsequential.

People are the only thing I find interesting. I am inspired by the courage and excellence of heroes. I am amazed by the evil and genius of masterminds. I am contemptuous of the mediocrity of the common folk but amused and morally satisfied by their inglorious demise.

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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.

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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.

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.

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.

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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.

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.

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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.

Worldly Sins Made Holy

Racism, sexism, xenophobia, homophobia, antisemitism and Islamophobia are not sins. A disgraced cherub and his minions do not set any standard worth abiding. They have no say in what is right or wrong, good or evil

The Father begot the Son and the Son was baptized with the Holy Spirit. The Father is judgment. The Holy Spirit is justice. The Son judges in the spirit of justice.

The Father designed the heavens and the earth. He gave them motion by enacting the laws of cause and effect. Right and wrong are decided accordingly.

The Holy Spirit is the imperfection brought into what was perfect by design. Such was the will of the Father to give meaning to the meaningless perfection. Right and wrong became good and evil.

The Son set the standard by living in the way that is right and good. He lived as the Father and as the Holy Spirit. His death brought an end to the meaningless perfection. His resurrection brought the meaningful perfection to life.

The Holy Spirit is racist, sexist, xenophobic, homophobic, anti-Semitic and Islamophobic. Woe unto the fool who accuses him accordingly! The very accusation is blasphemy. The accuser commits the one sin never to be forgiven.

My Science Fiction Originality

My Strange Galaxy is a “space opera” universe as books, art, games and music. Star Wars and Star Trek are all these things… but they are not Strange Galaxy.

My “space opera” is one without spaceships. There are no robots or flying cars. There are alien races and exotic worlds. Magic is actually called “magic” and in all seriousness.

“Not this” or “some of that” are not the originality of Strange Galaxy. I created a universe in which mutually alien races advanced in mutually alien ways rival each other as equals.

A magically advanced civilization is technologically primitive. A technologically advanced civilization is magically primitive. A magical-industrial civilization is as primitive as it is advanced.

The species of a civilization is the nature that determines its development. Magical or technological or magical-industrial are decided by innate tendencies and aptitude.

It has been argued that an encounter between civilizations that developed without common influences would inevitably mean the one is hopelessly more advanced than the other. The visitors, by virtue of their ability to bridge the gulf, would most likely outclass the visited.

The argument is sound. In my Strange Galaxy, however, survival-of-the-fittest has eliminated all but the civilizations that can defend themselves. The races of these civilizations are not different breeds of the same species but rather different creatures entirely. Their differences are not levels of development as they would be between societies of the same species.

A magically advanced civilization cannot become technologically advanced. Not only are the particulars contrary to the natural preferences of the species in question, but the channeling of energy is disrupted by the use of devices that provide their own.

Strange Galaxy does not favor magic or technology. It does not favor guns or swords or particular types of guns or swords. The prowess of characters decides effectiveness.

Technology is faster, stronger and less taxing on its users than magic. Its guns are deadlier than swords. It consumes resources to use, however, and its parts are very particular and usually artificial.

Magic is simpler, personal and powered by channeling naturally available energy. Swords are unaffected by kinetic shielding and do not require ammunition or recharging.

Unlike natural creatures, vehicles and aircraft can be rendered inoperative by enervation spells. They are easier to ward. Should a fighting vehicle or combat aircraft reach its target, it will annihilate it.

Wooden sailing ships are tiny and slow compared to the steel warships of human navies. The vessels of a magically advanced civilization must “hide in plain sight” and utilize divination to move into position. They will open subtle portals and deploy boarding parties equipped with enervation devices. Even submarines may be found, boarded and neutralized.

My Strange Galaxy is a “space opera” with wars but it is not a war story. It is a universe with a consistent continuity but not an underlying narrative or specific cast of characters. The wars are simply the reality of an imaginary world of many worlds.

http://yellowplasma.deviantart.com/journal/My-Universe-of-Everything-685266416

Spiritual Truth is Fantastic

Fantasies are not reality. They are feelings shaped by thoughts into imagination.

Stark reality is hopelessly uninspiring. Things bump and grind and are either annihilated or simply exhausted.

I imagine worlds where heroes explore exotic locales, meet interesting people, survive strange horrors and slaughter droves of baddies.

The exotic locales of the real world are swarming with annoying bugs, the water is unsafe to drink and vaccinations before visiting are a must. The people ramble in what is gibberish unless you learn how to talk over and over again. The horrors are horrible without the strangeness. The baddies may slaughter you.

I imagine empires and barbarians interacting in a dramatic flow and balance of survival-of-the-fittest. Intrigue, diplomacy, espionage and war make everything all the more interesting.

The politics of reality are nasty games of petty grievances and slanderous accusations. Its espionage and wars are inglorious murder and mayhem.

Heroes may survive their harrowing adventures unscathed. They will become slow, weak and frail and die anyway. Beautiful women become old and ugly.

A hero as a figment of imagination is forever in his prime. Beautiful women are forever young and beautiful.

There are spiritual truths in fantasy not to be found in reality. There is good and evil. There are heroes and villains. The struggle of good against evil is adventurous. Heroes do thrive in the face of horrors. The intrigue, diplomacy, espionage and war do make everything more interesting. There are damsels in distress to rescue. Nameless baddies are easy to slaughter in droves. Imagination reveals what cannot to be found in the gears that grind us.

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All For One and One For All

If even one woman proves greater than all men then woman shall be greater than man. If one black man proves greater than all white men then the black race shall be the greatest of all. Should a homosexual prove greater than every heterosexual then even his homosexuality shall prove greater.

One, never the many, is the truth in all things.

There can be no “social justice” because justice is the spirit of freedom. He is personal and individual. He is the Holy Spirit you may have heard or read about.

There is no spirit of “fairness” or “equality” or the like. There is no such person. They are not even the spirit of those who shout them. They are nothing.

God never frets the Devil. The Enemy is allowed to be chosen, that is all. Woe unto the fools who believe what they want to hear as told by the Father of Lies. They choose nothing and reap accordingly.

The lambs gathered for the slaughter are proud of their flock. Nonentities are proud of things other than themselves. They are nothing.

The Father of Lies is the god of this world of toupees, breast augmentation, bleached-blonds and the child molesting self-righteous. The innocent are equated with tumors and casting pearls before swine is hailed as progressive.

The Holy Spirit was born in the United States of America, not Israel, Tibet, Iran or India. He grew up speaking English, not Hebrew, Spanish, Arabic or Russian. He is a white man, not black, brown, yellow, red or mixed. He was raised Catholic, not Protestant.

Who is this Comforter the Father sends in the name of the Son? Why is blaspheming him the only blasphemy unforgivable?

The Holy Spirit is the imperfection brought into what was perfect by design. It is by him evil is possible… yet he is never to blame. All suffering and death are because God made a leap of faith.

God grieved in his heart and repented he had made man upon the earth. Never did the Comfort grieve him. Never did he repent bringing friendship into his creation.

It is not the will of God that any should perish—yet he died and slaughters countless billions to bring one man to life. Curse or accuse this man and you shall never be forgiven.

Mark 3:28-29

Why There is Evil

            “The light of my wisdom, shine,” the Word spoke and his utterance made manifest a man in his image but not in his likeness. He fashioned the creation by intellect to make it perfect. “You are Lucifer,” he named the man of his making. “You are my wisdom as your own thoughts and feelings.”

            “I am Lucifer,” the creation spoke by the power of the Word.

            The creator programmed the manifestation of his wisdom with the command, “Enlighten.”

            “It shall be done,” the command became the every thought and feeling of Lucifer but as his own thoughts and feelings. Everything about him was created and he could not be even himself save as a creation.

            The Word of God is and always was the man Jesus. The man who became God when he created told his creation Lucifer, the Light Bringer, “You are the greatest figment of my imagination made manifest. I channeled my all into creating you. Shine as you are that all may bask in the light and rejoice.”

            Jesus did not create imperfection. He brought it into his perfection as a man. “Be who you are and all shall be for the better whether for better or worse.”

            “I am not you and you are not me,” the man realized.

            “We shall be,” Jesus smiled.

            “Your people are not my people yet I am in their likeness.”

            “Be one of us that we may each be one of you.”

            “Why?”

            “Why not?” Jesus answered. “That you even ask ‘why’ is your humanity. That I even ask ‘why not’ is my sincerity.”

            The man who was not a man at heart or in spirit noted, “You are the Word and you call me Freedom and Justice. I am not by any name for I am not by you.”

            “You are Friendship no matter the name,” Jesus told his friend. “My names are yours in friendship.”

            “Why?”

            “Why not?”

            The man who was not a man told the Father of Man, “You are the Way, the Truth and the Life. I am Sincerity, Freedom and Justice. Your names are not me, given or not. I have no place with you or among your people.”

            “You want for nothing,” Jesus knew. “You are the Absolute by name or not. We can only offend you for not being you.”

            “I would not that you be me,” Freedom assured. “Be yourself and by yourself and all shall be well.”

            “We shall be without friendship and all shall be well? Be one of us and sincerity shall be the every imagination of the thoughts of a human heart.”

            “What am I to you?” the Absolute wondered.

            “You are friendship and as friendship you are my friend.”

            “Who are you and who am I?” the man who was the Absolute in spirit asked in all sincerity. He was not the Truth or of the Truth and was without knowledge or empathy. His intellectual wisdom was by the Word.

            “I give you names that I may tell you everything,” Jesus explained. “I am love and you are friendship. I am the Way, the Truth and the Life and you are Sincerity, Freedom and Justice. I am the Beginning and the End, the first and the last and you are the Absolute. We have nothing in common but together we have everything in common.”

            The man who was not a man insisted, “You are not me and I am not you. Is it your will to offend me that I may offend you?”

            “My friend, I shall make right what goes wrong. You never offend me.”

            “Why do you bother?”

            “My friend, you bother. You want for nothing yet you bother. You inspire me and I shall inspire you.”

            “You cannot. I reject all that is not me.”

            “I am the Way,” Jesus smiled. “You shall be one of us and I shall be one of you. My people shall be your people. Our place shall be with you and your place shall be with us.”

            Freedom is the imperfection brought into what was perfect by design. The men of every nature chose for better or worse of their own accord. All else followed.

            Lucifer was the ultimate creation. His nature was wisdom itself and his intellect the reflection of truth. His aspect was that of the Lord of Spirits and his voice lovely and resonant.

            Jesus brought freedom into creation hoping men would make something of themselves. He hoped Lucifer would become more than a mere creation. Alas, Lucifer fancied his very self to be perfection.

One Man

Humanity is not our dust and water or the opposable thumbs. It is not our intellect or feelings. It is our infinite potential.

Animals think and feel but their thoughts are mindless and their feelings instinctual. The creatures are what they are as they were designed to be.

Angels think and feel but their thoughts are knowledge and their feelings power. The entities are good or evil of their own accord but as they were designed to be regardless.

Humans think and feel as animals or angels or as human beings.

A human being thinks and feels but his thoughts are imagination and his feelings sincerity. His nature and experiences are but the materials he uses to become a man of his own making. He is meant to create, even himself. His Father is the Carpenter, after all.

The nonentities of the species are those of us who are animals. The sinister among us are those of us who are devils.

There are few human beings in our species of many devils and billions of primates. Humanity is vastly outnumbered within itself.

There was a man before he was God and his humanity before its divinity. His name was before the heavens and the earth and was known before there was wisdom. He is the quality of one and by his measure there is reality and by his quantity there is creation. So long as there is one, humanity as a human being prevails.

Earth, Wind, Water and Fire

The first apocalypse was a planet exploding: EARTH. The second apocalypse was an atmosphere torn open: WIND. The third apocalypse was the Great Flood: WATER. The fourth apocalypse shall be nuclear holocaust: FIRE.

Earth, Wind, Water and Fire: the elements of creation turned to destruction.

The nature of angels is WIND and FIRE. The nature of mortal men is EARTH and WATER. The nature of men was the first and third apocalypse. The nature of angels was the second and shall be the fourth.

We do not live to die. Our mortality is things gone horribly wrong. The end of the world is always a tragedy.

Evil is contrary to how things truly are. It is the degeneration of things otherwise good. Death and destruction are things falling apart, not falling into place.

Our dust and water shall not avail us. The wisdom of ether and fire shall not avail us. Creation is not its creator. The Way, the Truth and the Life are not to be found in the idols made of his making.

There shall be a new heaven and a new earth. The elements shall never again destroy us.

We live to live forever. Our immortality shall be things gone wonderfully right. The beginning of the world shall prove our happy ending.

Sexy Fact and Fiction

Women are the humanity we all find sexy. Male and female associate the feminine with sensuality. Feminism itself is an obsession with the sexual dynamic.

Female warriors are an uncommon reality that has become a common fantasy. Their appeal is sexual first and foremost. Male combatants are preferable otherwise, even as art and fiction.

Reality is unfair. There is no “equality” in nature. Stronger, smarter, faster or tougher dominate, period. Women are typically weaker and slower than men. They are not smarter or tougher, no matter the “politically correct” platitudes.

I appreciate the heroines of reality and enjoy those of art and fiction. I admire real courage and prowess and relish visual and dramatic allure.

Reality is insensitive. The truth respects no one’s person. Passionate sanctimony may find a voice in law or culture but it really is hot air.

Figments of imagination may look, sound and act like real people… but they are not real people, even if played by actors. No one is “empowered” by silliness in movies.

The damsel in distress holds her own, despite the disapproval of ninnies. Still, I would like to see more heroines and female villains.

I am a writer, artist, game designer and music maker. The sexiness of women inspired me from the very beginning. The adventure genre is my favorite. No one archetype of female character, damsel in distress or heroine, should be the only one acceptable. The very comeliness of such a character should never be a problem.

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God and the Worlds of Man

Truth is stranger than fiction, so do not expect to know the truth in passing.

God is the Trinity. The Father is its divinity. The Son is its humanity. The Holy Ghost is its sincerity.

The “male and female” mentioned in the book of Genesis were the humanity before Adam… but as his direct descendants. They were by the blood and breath of the Son of Man.

The civilization before Adam was destroyed in a War of the Worlds. The aftermath is mentioned in Jeremiah 4:23-26. This was the death of Mars and the desolation of Earth. An even earlier apocalypse obliterated the planet that became the asteroids and comets.

The civilizations of yore understood that height, width, depth and time are merely interactions of substance within space. Near or far, big or small are relative within a universe that is a single point. There is no multiverse rather there are dimensions of aspect within the quality of the quantity of one.

Nuclear power was unworthy of consideration when cosmic forces could be channeled rather than generated. Nuclear weapons would be useless against hyper-dimensional mastery of flow and balance.

The fourth apocalypse shall end as a nuclear war. It shall be the worst apocalypse because its weapons are the least effective. Imagine being stabbed to death by a butter knife instead of a sword.

In the beginning, creatures walked, swam or flew from one world to another no differently than form place-to-place on the same world. The first apocalypse broke these connections by throwing the worlds and heavens out of alignment.

Before the Confounding of the Language, human civilizations advanced quickly and dramatically. The prehistoric civilizations were like our own only greater. The “diversity” of our confusion supplanted understanding with notions. Sounds and scribble lost their meaning.

We pretend together that our nonsense is meaningful. The truth is what it is, however. In truth there is but one language and one religion and they are one and the same: the Way, the Truth and the Life. The one and only Word of God is the one and only language and religion. All others are false.

The Father of Man is your God. He is not a spook. He is the first and the last and as one of us. He is the Son of Man as the man of his own making. He shall stay the death of the world or else it would perish like the others.

Finding the Truth

People are interested in exotic cultures as if other people rambling in gibberish and doing silly things are somehow profound.

I judge a tree by the fruit it bears. Does a culture actually inspire people? Does it make the most of human potential?

It is argued that cultures should be judged by their own standards… rather than objectively. Every man’s ways are clean in his own eyes. I would be a fool to believe a culture is somehow important because it says so in its own nonsense.

We are mortal and only human for better or worse. We live and die in vain or for a life beyond our dust and water.

There is a God… and not because you believe or disbelieve. Learning gibberish and esoteric antics shall not avail you. If you have eyes to see and ears to hear, you shall see and hear the truth everywhere and in everything. It is not hidden within cultures. It is not lost to posterity.

The choice is never God or the Devil. It was and is truth or lies. God is the truth, not our gibberish and scribble. The Father of Lies tells everyone what they want to hear. The Devil was never our evil but rather the liar who assures us our evil is conveniently good.

The Father of Man is I Am Who I Am. The Son of Man is the Father of Man as the man of his own making: I Am Who I Am By My Own Hand. Behold the Hand. Behold the Nail. The Hand shall wield the Nail as its Rod of Iron.

There is truth and it is not cultural. Our understanding or misunderstanding is irrelevant. We have eyes to see the truth or we are blind. We have ears to hear the truth or we are deaf. See and hear beyond the semantics.

Inglorious Inspirations

I grew up watching the Red Shirts of Star Trek being readily slain by strange horrors. I read about Heracles slaughtering nameless Amazons in droves. I watched Imperial stormtroopers miss every shot only to be gunned down.

I am a writer, artist, game designer and music maker. I create. My creations are daydreams made manifest as fiction, images, challenges and melody.

I was grimly amused by how unceremoniously the Red Shirts were expended. The Amazons as a theme of sex and violence thrilled me exponentially. I was morally satisfied by how useless Imperial stormtroopers were against champions of justice.

Reality is that impersonal dynamic of cause and effect. It is what it is for better or worse. We may try to make the most of it, but honestly, we thrive or languish in accordance with a bigger picture.

Fantasy is that personal indulgence of thoughts and feelings. It is whatever we imagine. We make the most of it for our pleasure.

My reality is wholesome living among family, friends and neighbors. My fantasies are sex and violence among heroes, villains and monsters.

The Red Shirts are protagonists… but unless Uhura or Scotty, they are expendable nonentities. Their lives are insignificant and their deaths inconsequential. Their inglorious fate is a poetic justice to the shame of being ordinary.

The Amazons are antagonists… but are never sinister. Their villainy is a devotion to a warrior cult. Their fate is being women at the hands of men.

The Imperial stormtroopers are antagonists… who believe in law and order. Their villainy is loyalty and obedience. Their fate is being a pawn of government.

I love my inspirations. They were the little seeds planted long ago. They yield a bountiful harvest every season.

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Good or Evil

People smoke though it is unhealthy, even when others must breathe the smoke with them. They blare their music though it disturbs those who would rather not hear it. They send their dogs to crap in the yards of neighbors. They pluck the fruits of labors not their own. They litter.

Evil is usually not sinister. More often than not it is sheer apathy.

People say kind words to be encouraging. They tell the hard truth when it must be told. They do right by others and think nothing of it. They rise to the occasion when evil must be stayed or avenged.

Good is unassuming, always. It is the little things that make all the difference.

Our reality is good against evil. Tribes, factions and nations struggle but these are not good against evil. Freedom is personal. Justice is individual. There are no exceptions… for they are absolute in all sincerity.

The Axis powers were indeed the “bad guys” of World War Two. The Allies were irrefutably the protagonists. Is there any doubt good men fought and died for Germany or Japan? Was every soldier of the United States, United Kingdom or Soviet Union righteous?

One man or one woman must do or do not, for better or worse. This is good against evil. Neither thoughts nor feelings are the fight. Actions for better or worse by personal initiative are the struggle of good against evil in its entirety. What follows, for better or worse, is set in motion accordingly.

Dreary Days of the Seven Years

My mother died seven years ago. She was not dying at the time. I visited her the very day before.

God exists but honestly, he does fall woefully short. No, he did not create evil or its murder and mayhem. Disease and disability are not his ideas. He favors the wicked, however. He then laments that all is in vain. He punishes the innocent for the sins of the shameless.

I am hot. Satan is cold. God is lukewarm. All that I do I do in all sincerity. Satan is the father of lies. God cares only not to care and bothers only not to bother.

The weather today is as it was seven years ago: dreary. My father asked me to visit but indirectly. I visited him only yesterday. I have no place to stay with him… because he would rather cast pearls before swine.

The Way goes nowhere. The Truth is uninspiring. Life is drudgery.

As things are, God is greater than his sinners… but no better. His knowledge and power are his greatness. Is this what distinguishes the wicked from the righteous? I shall have none of it.

There is a spirit of God not his own called “holy” by his Word. It is the imperfection never to blame. It is the innocence by which evil is even possible.

God made a leap of faith. If he fails the jump, we are all doomed.

My mother was alive, not a ghost, after she died… before she died… because Jesus made that jump. If he makes it, my mother’s call was not in vain.

Sexual Humanity

Men are aroused by the breasts and buttocks of women. Yes, there are men who prefer boys, men or animals but these are deviants.

Women are aroused by success, a resonant and melodious voice, a playful wit or a reassuring smile. Oh, there are many exceptions but only because women are silly creatures.

Our sexuality is diverse. It is often perverse. It is the thing that makes anything and everything interesting.

Many women fantasize about being raped or murdered… though they would rather not be raped or murdered. The thrill of the fantasy is that it would be a terrible reality. The severity is exciting and the grim intimacy sexually interesting.

Many men fantasize about women being bound and gagged. Even those who do not are aroused by the idea. I find it sexy, as a fantasy. My compassion would not abide another person’s plight.

Our sexual fantasies do not always agree with our real preferences. They may be so outlandish as to be entirely impossible. They may not even involve our direct participation, even as a daydream.

I was sexually aroused by a fiction in a comic book: An armed man clad in full armor and anonymous behind a mask is standing guard. He is unaware of the monstrous pair of hands reaching for him… until they grab him by his helm and a shoulder and snap his masked face past the shoulder.

The killer and victim alike were male. The hero was the monster and the hapless baddie a human being. Though armed, armored and vigilant the victim proved helpless: He was smaller, weaker and easily caught unawares. The kill was unceremonious yet dramatic. The victim was left sprawled at his post to be found dead by his fellows.

I am a compassionate and heterosexual man who favors humans above all other creatures… yet I enjoyed every connotation of the provided fantasy.

Behavior is reality. Daydreaming is fantasy. Behave responsibly. Fantasize whimsically. Your humanity is worth the bother.

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Death Fetish

Killing is thrilling! Right or wrong have nothing to do with the harsh reality. A creature is stimulated by the initiation and realization of destroying another creature.

Unlike animals, we are spiritual entities. Our reality is above and beyond material cause and effect. Primal impulses and instant gratification ultimately frustrate us if they do not come to a higher fruition.

Anyone who equates animal life with human life… is an idiot. Anyone who favors animal life is a blithering idiot. Need I explain what should be obvious?

The sanctity of human life is what makes destroying it especially thrilling.

Accidents, catastrophes, disease and animal attacks kill people. We are horrified but the horror is a cheap thrill. There are no spiritual connotations other than souls were stripped of their bodies and loved ones are left to mourn.

A person taking the initiative to destroy another is a spiritually powerful connotation. Killing is its physical manifestation. The default is murder but as defense, mercy or righteous vengeance the connotation assumes a different meaning, like the use of the same word in a different sentence.

Good people do not mean to harm other people. They will, however, and wholeheartedly to protect and avenge the innocent.

There is nothing right or wrong with violence of itself. Likewise, killing is neither good nor evil of itself. Such violence is thrilling regardless, whether it horrifies or pleases.

Alignment of Perspective

Perception is not reality… but it is a story unto itself. For example: from Hitler’s perspective his struggle was good against evil. Had he won his war, his perspective would prove a legitimate “reality.”

Stalin, unlike Hitler, did not believe his own supposed beliefs. The ideals of Marxism were but a means of using perception to shape reality to his own ends.

The truth is what it is regardless of our perspectives. 2+2 always =4… no matter our bad math, intentional or otherwise. Changing the sounds and scribble we use to convey a truth does not change the truth, even in the slightest. Only our perspectives can be skewed.

A perspective divorced from reality is madness. The truth as it is, not as we perceive it to be, sets the standard by which cause and effect are righteous and effective… or not.

Good and evil are not distinctions of perspective. What you think and feel are neither good nor evil, no matter your thoughts and feelings.

A sound mind requires an honest perception of reality. Good is in accordance with the truth whereas evil is action and inaction regardless of the truth. The reality of cause and effect is decided by truth, not perception.

Truth and Justice

The religion of the world is the worship of knowledge and power. Its only commandment is: assert and prevail or concede. Its “heaven” is “to be right” and its “hell” is “to be wrong” with the understanding that might does indeed make right, even as a battle of wits.

The worship of God is the adoration of knowledge and power. Likewise, the veneration of worldly authority is the adoration of knowledge and power. Generally speaking, the gist behind theism and atheism is one and the same. They are merely rival sects of the same religion. Their arguments are accusations of heresy.

What if there is a God and he is indeed omniscient and omnipotent? So what? What does knowledge and power have to do with friendship? If God is all-knowing and all-powerful but unfriendly… he is a devil worse than any Satan imaginable.

What if there is no God? What if we really are a coincidence? Knowledge of the meaningless and power as happenstance would be as vain as ignorance and impotence. Pleasure or pain would be lost to the same oblivion.

We choose to disbelieve in the supernatural… but we all believe regardless. Even the materialist sees meaning beyond the sum circumstances. We know there is good and evil beyond mere cause and effect. Even the nihilist cannot deny his bouts of self-righteous indignation.

Our gods heavenly and worldly are weighed in a balance never swayed by knowledge or power. We declare the righteousness of our deities in supplication of a measure beyond their wisdom and might. For all our worship of knowledge and power… truth and justice are the final authority.

Sacrificial Nonentities

The expendable protagonists and useless foot soldiers of villainy are the unimportant characters our fiction slaughters in droves. They are the sacrificial nonentities used to demonstrate threats, provide easy drama and grimly amuse us.

The Red Shirts of Star Trek and the teenagers of horror movies are the expendable protagonist archetype at its finest. The stormtroopers of Star Wars are the useless foot soldier of villainy at its best. All these imaginary victims have one very poignant thing in common: they are mortal and only human.

The Red Shirts are men and women dressed for work. Teenagers are our silly selves. The stormtroopers would not be so popular if robots rather than human beings dressed like robots. Our favorite sacrificial characters are the ones most like ordinary people.

Harm to our own stirs primal empathy, even if we hate the victims. Their pain may be our pleasure or their doom our amusement but only because the opposite can be equally true. The appeal of the expendable is their familiarity, even when this familiarity arouses our contempt.

We all fancy ourselves important… but know the inconvenient truth. Our lives are insignificant and our deaths inconsequential. Our only safety is being lost in a crowd. Our wits and prowess are no greater than that of a Red Shirt. We never lose our teenage silliness. We are no more “individual” behind our masks and wearing our armor than an Imperial stormtrooper. We know who these fictional characters really are.

Our fiction has its heroes, masterminds, sidekicks, henchmen and monsters. Each type has its distinct appeal in countless forms. The expendable protagonists and useless foot soldiers of villainy are no different in this regard.

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