Woman

I fancy women. They are sexy to me. Their sexiness is not merely their form. It is their voices, mannerisms and quirks.

The same person is a little girl then a woman then an old woman. She is very different as these three things. I am fascinated by this.

I have looked at old women and imagined them as young, knowing they once were. They were silly when little. They were sensual when adults. They are grim in their later years, for better or worse.

Every old woman was once a young woman and every young woman was once a little girl. Not every little girl grows up, however, and not every young woman grows old.

What is a “woman” in the spiritual sense? It is not her youth. It is not her maturity. It is not her sexuality, since many “women” perish before such a thing develops or they continue on when such a thing is no longer relevant.

Woman is Man as a female. She is his femininity as a person. Everything about her is in the nature of Man, but as its own creature.

There shall be neither male nor female in the new heaven and the new earth. Humans shall be like the angels in this regard. Like the angels, they shall be feminine or masculine. It shall be a matter of personality rather than anatomy. WHO a woman is shall define her, not WHAT she is. That is also why there shall be neither Greek nor Jew.

Artful Living

Sometimes I feel inspired and writing or rendering is easy. Sometimes I am uninspired and writing or rendering proves difficult. Sometimes I am inspired at first but the work becomes grueling and I am disheartened.

I create as a matter of principle, whether I am in the mood to do so or not.

I write books and illustrate the covers. I create the title fonts. I compose music and design games. I create memes. I have painted and sculpted. I have acted on stage or for an audio-drama. I have directed short plays and an audio-drama. I sing. I try to dance. When I was a child, I made toys and costumes.

I am an artist for the sake of the art. It was never to make money… but I need money. I have bills to pay and groceries to buy.

My jobs are not my life. They are to provide for what is my life. I am an artist… and my wages pay for the art.

I am not rich. I am not famous. By the unwritten rules of this world, I am a failure, even as an artist. My art is worthless unless I can sell it. It is bad unless many people proclaim otherwise.

My art is as it began: My imagination as creativity. It is what it was always meant to be: What I imagine as something real.

Imagination is fruitless without creativity and creativity is spiritless without imagination. I do not fall short in either regard. I bear spirited fruit. Though I languish in obscurity, it is only as a mortal man. As an artist, I am thriving.

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Mindful Freedom

You do not think for yourself unless you have thoughts of your own. 

The mindless can be educated. They fancy themselves wise by learning what they are told to know and thinking what they are told to think.

See what you see and hear what you hear. Do not think. Merely observe. Notice rather than conclude. You shall realize the truth when it becomes obvious.

You are not your memories. You are not your opinions. You are your actions. What you do is who you are.

The world shall measure you by your wealth, power and intellect. God shall judge you by your faith, diligence and sincerity.

A thought is not your own if it is learned. It must be yours from the beginning. No one tells you what this or that means. Your conclusion is not suggested. You see what you see. You hear what you hear. You conclude accordingly.

Of course it is good to learn from others! You are easy to brainwash if you do not have a firm foundation of your own, however. You must bother to think for yourself… or a mastermind shall do it for you.

In the Likeness of God

The world thrives because of the few who imagine and create. It languishes because of the many who do not.

An evil man who imagines and creates does more good than does a supposedly good man who is unimaginative. The supposedly good man may make things, but products he did not imagine. He is simply a machine of meat. He is nothing without the creator to create what he copies. 

Humanity is a species of the many as people because of the few. 

God favors the imaginative who create what they imagine. He may grant wealth and power to the unworthy but these are not blessings within. He blesses the hearts and minds of the creators, not with happiness, but with inspiration. Even if he curses such a one with an early death, he blesses that the death shall not be in vain. It shall inspire, even as tragedy.

God is the Artist. Creation began as words but when he said “Let there be light” it was illustrated. The figments of his thoughts became shapes and colors. His feelings gave them life.

The soul is the animating agent of the human species. It is the breath of the one who imagined all that began. It is the life of the one who created from the beginning.

Unless you are an angel or a demon, it is in you to imagine and create. If you fail in this regard, then you are squandering your very essence.

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Hell on Earth

I am hated for impersonal reasons. I am blamed for things I did not do. I am expected to be selfless by those who are selfish.

The reasons are insincere, always. When I am hated for my race, religion, nationality or sex it is because the haters want something… not because I did anything wrong. The grievances are excuses, whether legitimate or not. 

EVIL is never good because of a greater evil. The sins of another do not justify your own.

JEALOUSY never justifies. On the contrary: It motivated the first murder.

Right and wrong are not actually matters of good and evil. If you are wronged you have a right to do something about it… but you shall be judged regardless. The merciful shall be spared. The merciless shall be damned.

God is love. The wicked are hateful. The Spirit is friendship. The wicked are unfriendly. The Word is truth. The wicked are liars.

I am hated by the hateful, mistreated by the unfriendly and slandered by liars. We all are. It is why our world is miserable. Those other reasons have nothing to do with it.

Bringing Imagination to Light

Artists have always had to contend with sanctimony. This is only a problem because art can be kept out of the mainstream. It can be hidden from view. Art unseen is no different than never made.

I can see and hear whatever I imagine. I cannot show it unless I turn it into art. There is no point in making art if never allowed to show it, since I can imagine whatever I imagine without it.

The sanctimonious have always been dubious of anything sexual, religious or political. The sanctimony is inconsistent, however. What is perverted, blasphemous or subversive at one time or in one region may be wholesome, reverent and progressive in another.

Many artists aggravate the problem. They offend deliberately. Their art is insulting rather than inspiring. They turn the tide of the mainstream against freedom of expression.

As an artist, I imagine. I show what I imagine by writing it as words and rendering it as images. My themes are sexual because sexuality energizes my fantasies. They are religious because my belief that life is meaningful beyond the sum of its parts inspires me. They are political because art is social if shared and politics shapes society.

As an artist, my art is tasteful, secular and apolitical. The erotica is artful rather than vulgar. The spirituality is demonstrated rather than preached. The politics are nuanced rather than touted. Though I understand tact allows me into the mainstream, I have a better reason: I would rather inspire than offend.

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The Source

God is the Artist. Creation is his Art. I do not mean these things figuratively but literally. When you understand this, you shall know why God allows evil and suffering.

I hear the rhetorical blasphemy, “Where did God come from?” The answer is obvious… but a remark in the guise of a question is insincere.

I shall pretend to answer the false question by answering it truthfully: GOD IS THE SOURCE.

You do not understand? The obvious is beyond your comprehension?

A DERIVATIVE IS NOT THE SOURCE.

Are you still confused? Seriously?

If God is the source and a derivative is not the source then God did not come from anything but himself, by definition. Anything before him would be God instead… unless something comes before that. We know for a fact that there is always a beginning. To reach the very source, you must find the very beginning... something that always existed.

Take heed that time and sequence are derivative. We know this for a fact. There is no present without a past and there is no future without a present. There is no reaction without an action and no effect without a cause.

Why allow evil and suffering?

Why not? You are evil. You cause suffering. If you don’t like these things, then stop.