Thursday, December 31, 2015
Works in progress
You down with OPP? You can't know me. Understand the calling. It does not placate to your better pride filled sense of self. Other peoples opinions, dear fellow warrior...cannot matter. Your itsy bitsy people pleasing ego dies now. It's not about you. How many times has the enemy told you that!!.lol. He was right. Now look up.
Shields
The Word. Labels in and of themselves hold no power. It is only when we ingest the poison. When our sensitivity is struck and resonates with the vibration of a word. It sticks. And we let it define us forever because we felt something. We felt shame. We felt guilt. We were. We are. He paid. The enemy knows.
Now buck up buttercup. You silly, yada, yada. Arrows with your name. Christ owns the Word. There is a shield against the assault. Faith. Sounds fluffy. It's undercover...soft but strong. Operations don't typically announce themselves in advance. The shield of faith says this: you are not your mistakes, you are not your weaknesses..it was a trap.. I saw em do it... I got this. See you soon. Love God.
I don't know...there's a peak into my paradigm. I'm going with Sense 8. Narcissistic in it's belief that something greater exists and we might be a part of it after all...
Now buck up buttercup. You silly, yada, yada. Arrows with your name. Christ owns the Word. There is a shield against the assault. Faith. Sounds fluffy. It's undercover...soft but strong. Operations don't typically announce themselves in advance. The shield of faith says this: you are not your mistakes, you are not your weaknesses..it was a trap.. I saw em do it... I got this. See you soon. Love God.
I don't know...there's a peak into my paradigm. I'm going with Sense 8. Narcissistic in it's belief that something greater exists and we might be a part of it after all...
The Hermit
An alleged ode to leaving facebook.
I would like to semi declare my latest nonbinding resolution to turn off and tune out. Remember when we wrote letters? Remember telephones? Remember receiving mail with actual photos of one another? I personally lost this skill set a long time ago. Lazy. Selfish. Check. We will never get our humanity back unless we seek to relate on purpose and stop hiding our cracks behind pixels. Otherwise, what's the point of being human?
Mea Culpa. There was an initial thrill to facebook. Then a fix. Then a habit. Then a substitute. Scanning memories resurrected everywhere. Good, taken too far, becomes bad. We sampled the Vaderade, clicked on Like incessantly, and tada! We are the Autobots! Isolated and virtually unsocial in a nonstop socially driven virtual world. Do we even know each other? Really? Not so much....I would argue, not at all. And the greater sadness still...do we want too? Let's face it. Real people are much messier and high maintenance than memes. Anyone else taste the death in the recipe? Hold that thought--I have a text. (insert image here: pile of burning iphones )
Are we impressed with our own 666 virtual friends never spoken too, much less relating. I'd be wise to maintain one friendship with God and then maybe we'll see about two. How much time have I personally wasted? No idea. Days too many. How many more will I waste in 2016?
I'm going to take a long walk in the woods. I'm only miles away. Perhaps we penetrate the virtual forest between us. Time and desire will tell. It would be good to discern who is in our life, who is hovering, and who is long gone. Unplug in 2016? "This is a test. This is only a test. In the event of a real exchange... you might want to know your family." The irony within the "age of information" is the exponential amount of stupidity produced. Wisdom calls from the woods. I'm going to search and sort my own opinion about a few things before I continue to spout off from the trenches of luxury problems
L.W. out.
this is my blog
I would like to semi declare my latest nonbinding resolution to turn off and tune out. Remember when we wrote letters? Remember telephones? Remember receiving mail with actual photos of one another? I personally lost this skill set a long time ago. Lazy. Selfish. Check. We will never get our humanity back unless we seek to relate on purpose and stop hiding our cracks behind pixels. Otherwise, what's the point of being human?
Mea Culpa. There was an initial thrill to facebook. Then a fix. Then a habit. Then a substitute. Scanning memories resurrected everywhere. Good, taken too far, becomes bad. We sampled the Vaderade, clicked on Like incessantly, and tada! We are the Autobots! Isolated and virtually unsocial in a nonstop socially driven virtual world. Do we even know each other? Really? Not so much....I would argue, not at all. And the greater sadness still...do we want too? Let's face it. Real people are much messier and high maintenance than memes. Anyone else taste the death in the recipe? Hold that thought--I have a text. (insert image here: pile of burning iphones )
Are we impressed with our own 666 virtual friends never spoken too, much less relating. I'd be wise to maintain one friendship with God and then maybe we'll see about two. How much time have I personally wasted? No idea. Days too many. How many more will I waste in 2016?
I'm going to take a long walk in the woods. I'm only miles away. Perhaps we penetrate the virtual forest between us. Time and desire will tell. It would be good to discern who is in our life, who is hovering, and who is long gone. Unplug in 2016? "This is a test. This is only a test. In the event of a real exchange... you might want to know your family." The irony within the "age of information" is the exponential amount of stupidity produced. Wisdom calls from the woods. I'm going to search and sort my own opinion about a few things before I continue to spout off from the trenches of luxury problems
L.W. out.
this is my blog
Monday, December 14, 2015
Chaos
Personally I had to check out of the media hole and quit watching the yarn fray on TYFP (take your f*in pick) news. Americas nerves have been on a def con five call to arms emergency alert for 14 years with a ptsd inducing red,white,and blue fluorescent rat maze tv screen hypnotizing us with a message of war simultaneously desensitizing our ability to pay attention and give a drone. Poppies Dorothy...
So the drum beats louder. Dmb fans know the chorus... "Open up your head"...mmm, nevermind.
Tried to take a break from the news all together and catch some of the latest cultural buzz...lemme try a little show called Homeland. Whiskey! Tango! Foxtrot?! As if I weren't jacked up enough now I clearly see you are too!! It appears we're all in the same episode.
My sword is my mind. It isn't very much but I'm gonna hope for the best. So what the hell do I know? I know waaaay back in September I was all ratcheted up in my political and spiritual senses. See previous issues. Literally. In October we seemed to be given a chance to breath as though Paris were in the air; albeit with upcoming mass murder and a global climate enslavement tax summit. Nothing here to see, hear, taste, smell, or think amateur. You don't have to be a CIA agent or a theologian to know that Americas politics and religion better get lined up. Are we people of the Book? Probably should check?
Which brings up a few questions. I like black and white thinking. Whatever psycho-science says otherwise, sometimes you gotta cut to the chase. We need black and white thinking. Right and wrong. We have to give definition to the contrast that is at the heart of absolute truth. Life or Death. It's not a color.
So the drum beats louder. Dmb fans know the chorus... "Open up your head"...mmm, nevermind.
Tried to take a break from the news all together and catch some of the latest cultural buzz...lemme try a little show called Homeland. Whiskey! Tango! Foxtrot?! As if I weren't jacked up enough now I clearly see you are too!! It appears we're all in the same episode.
My sword is my mind. It isn't very much but I'm gonna hope for the best. So what the hell do I know? I know waaaay back in September I was all ratcheted up in my political and spiritual senses. See previous issues. Literally. In October we seemed to be given a chance to breath as though Paris were in the air; albeit with upcoming mass murder and a global climate enslavement tax summit. Nothing here to see, hear, taste, smell, or think amateur. You don't have to be a CIA agent or a theologian to know that Americas politics and religion better get lined up. Are we people of the Book? Probably should check?
Which brings up a few questions. I like black and white thinking. Whatever psycho-science says otherwise, sometimes you gotta cut to the chase. We need black and white thinking. Right and wrong. We have to give definition to the contrast that is at the heart of absolute truth. Life or Death. It's not a color.
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