What if you were God

Let us play a game.

A game of pretend.

Only at the end of the game if you win you’ll realize that it wasn’t a game.

That really what you thought wasn’t a game was a game.

So to begin I want you to close your eyes. Well I don’t because you won’t be able to read what I write if you do.

But anyway pretend to close your eyes.

Now I want you to imagine what it would be like to be God with a big G.

You can do whatever you want, you know everything and you are everywhere.

Question: what are you going to do?

Well come on. What would you do if you won the lottery so to speak?

Imagine the questions that would bug you in this state.

What is the point? What am I to do?

It’s all well and good being poor you know. These questions don’t really come up.

What is the point? To get rich of course; or at least make it so I don’t have to worry about food and shelter anymore.

What am I to do? Another easy one: try to get rich, build a hut or whatever.

It’s all very well being in a state of need. The need sorts those questions out for you.

But now I’m asking you what do you do when there is no need? After you’ve got that house and you’re rich and you have slaves to do everything for you. What do you do?

In a sense owning slaves is a lot like the power we ascribe to god. I speak “give me steak!” And voila my employee brings me steak.

God speaks “Let there be light” and voila there is light.

The only difference is that the universe in this way of thinking is God’s slave.

Well what would you do if you were God?

I’m not really looking for an answer to the question. It would be different for everybody anyway.

But that this question seems the most appropriate question one would ask oneself if one were God is interesting.

Why? Because it’s what we ask ourselves all the time.

That is to say that the most fundamental question man can ask “What am I to do?” Is the only question it makes any sense for God to ask also.

“Well I am. I want to be. Obviously I want to be otherwise I wouldn’t be. I’m god after all I can not be if I didn’t want to be. What on earth am I supposed to do?” Says god.

“Well here I am. I’m alive. Obviously I want to be alive because it’s easy to not be alive. I just chuck myself under a bus. But what the hell am I do with myself” says man.

Everyone reaches this state. Once you’ve put the time in at work to feed and clothe yourself you get home. You can do stuff but all the stuff you need to do has been done.

What are you to do?

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The real issue

The benefit scheme is actually a form whereby the slaves band together.

They pool a portion of their means together to aid each other in the fight against the slave master.

But alas the slave masters are more savvy. They are always hand in hand. And they through the slave owners of media have managed to bury the essential conflict.

The essential conflict between the slave and his possessor.

They have buried it beneath heaps of stupid trivial gender nonsense.

Beneath a heap of crap about immigrants (both sides of the debate on this subject are just motes in the air. Noise that obscures).

The fact is as a human I want to do what I want to do when I want to do it.

This is called laziness.

Laziness means not liking or wanting to do what I don’t want to do when I don’t want to do it.

I’m fucking lazy man. And I want to do what I want when I want for as much of my time alive as possible.

As an employee that means my enemy is my employer and the shareholders.

The less they pay me the more I have to work.

Work is doing what I don’t want to do when j don’t want to do it.

The less I am paid for my work the less I can do what j want when I want.

Now if I were a farmer tilling the land I would have no enemy.

Sure I would have to Labour but that Labour and it’s pay off Is determined by physical laws of agriculture which I can do fuck all about.

But the payoff for my work or Labour in my current job isn’t directly proportional to my Labour.

There is a middle man called shareholder. He does nothing for the something I had to do something to create.

Fuck him.

He is the only issue that is currently (And for the last 100 or so years) been of any real significance for me and all people who are employed.

I don’t give a fuck about racism, identity, who can marry who etc.

I want my fucking money back.

Eschatological maturity

“The throngs were astonished at His teaching for he was teaching them as one having authority” Matt 7:29

 

 

“Who is the image of the invisible God… Firstborn from among the dead” Col 1:15 – 18

 

 

“To you it has been given to know the secrets of the kingdom of the heavens, yet to those it has not been given” Matt 13:11

 

 

“According as Moses exalts the serpent in the wilderness, thus must the son of mankind be exalted” John 3:14

 

 

 

There is an inner and an outer teaching in scripture.

 

 

The outer is governed by law. According to the outer teaching the function of the law is to be obeyed.

 

 

The inner teaching is one of Man being brought to maturity. That is to Godhood. A place where he like God stands on his own two feet and assesses the situation. Where he speaks with his own authority.

 

 

So with Eve once the serpent had spoken to her it says “Then the woman saw that the tree was good for food, that it brought a yearning to the eyes and that the tree was desirable for gaining insight” Gen 3:6. This wasn’t a false seeing for God confirms it “Behold man has become as one of us in knowing good and evil” Gen 3:22. That indeed the fruit had brought insight and indeed – as the serpent had said – the fruit had made them more like God.

 

 

Adam and Eve didn’t fall when they ate of the tree.

 

 

Oh no!

 

 

They fell when instead of saying “Oi God why did you tell us not to eat of the tree? Why did you want to keep us in ignorance?” they cowered and said “It wasn’t my fault she/the snake made me do it.”

 

 

An Adult, a mature person is unconcerned with obedience or disobedience. Of course they don’t want to get hurt which is why an adult says “All things are lawful to me but not all things are expedient” 1 cor 10:23. You can trap your dick in the door if you want but it will hurt.

 

 

Adam and Eve were not functioning on that level. They were not thinking for themselves. They were not mature.

 

To be continued…

 

 

 

Deadly musing

To the caged bird the uncaged bird is a scary thing.
It’s like people haven’t got the fundamental fact.
We’re all gonna die. Everyone of us. 
Now this can be good or bad. If you’re lucky enough to have had your face smacked by the love reality than you don’t know what it is but you know what’s doing it so you’re cool with whatever the answer to the death question is.
If you’re not lucky enough to have that (and I’m sorry but it’s pure luck no merit. I’m sure there’s a part in the gospel of John where Jesus elucidated this. His disciples are. Arguing and he’s like “why are you arguing don’t you know it’s the father that chooses. What’s the point in these frivolous words” or something like that) then you don’t know.
But either way you are definitely gonna die.
This hell is just indigestible nonsense. What would you say about me if I said to you “come to my party or I’ll kill you”?
You’d think I was a twat and you’d be right.
So we’re all gonna die.
Say if you advise someone wrong. Well their gonna live their lives with it’s ups and downs then – guess what? – they’re gonna die.
Same with the good advice.
Follow this. I mean really follow the white rabbit. Hitler. Really bad. I wouldn’t have done what he did. But guess what? What was the effect of his actions? 
You got it people did what they would have done anyway. They died.
A villain in Sherlock said in response to Dr Watson’s “but you made people die” “THAT’S WHAT PEOPLE DO”
Am I saying that you should go out and kill people. No but I’m not not saying that.
What I’m getting at is this. 
Who the fuck are you really? I mean let’s get beyond all the consequences and legalistic bullshit. Who are you when no one’s looking?
Remember ultimately it don’t matter what you do. God’s will is being done.
So let’s get to reality here. What are you protecting me from? What’s the worst that can happen to us?
People die that’s what they do why throw up hazard signs?

Service to god

A servant is a fake. That is the essence of servitude.
The definition of fake is unfreedom. What you do from freedom is real and is you.
Of course from this angle even your servitude is real. You from a position of freedom chose slavery.
What is this slavery. It is where someone else acts through you. 
You are already a slave of god. A perfect slave.
Where do you think your thoughts come from. They just pop into your awareness from you know not where. They are God’s thoughts all of them the good and the bad. Everything. There is no escaping god.
I create good and evil he says the light and dark.
What bigger concept can you have than that.
You want to do something better that cannot be done any better than it is already being done.
Now my advice to you is this. Float don’t cling. Follow the easy path.
Not because it is good or that god will be pleased. You are already in whatever state you are in a perfect manifestation of God’s will. Bit when you cling you suffer and if you’re anything like me you don’t like suffering.
Rest and know that I am god

Come on Corbyn!

I think terrorism and immigration are the result of something deeper and more nefarious.

In fact I think their main function is one of distraction.

It is well documented that the actions of Britain and America have created is. 

But beyond even that. Society is made up of 2 fundamental classes. The exploited and the exploiter.

The only real issue is that exploitation is the system we live in and this fact is what gives rise to everything else. 

If you deal with immigration new even worse ills will arise (for instance the increased automation of jobs. Instead of an immigrant taking your job it will be a robot)

Corbyn is the only mp who is dealing with the fundamental issue and the establishment is shitting themselves. 

For example: 0 hour contracts are things that give more power to the exploiters. When the situation changes and your exploitation ceases to be profitable then they can just get rid of you.

Why do you think immigration gets so much coverage in the media? It’s a punch and Judy show to distract you while they put the shackles on.

But you do it!

There’s this idea that has sway over the majority. It is that someone has to practice what they preach. That if you don’t do for yourself what you believe to be the solution for your problem then you have no right advising another with the same problem to do the very thing you do not do.

The problem with man is not that he doesn’t know what to do it is that he doesn’t do it.

This almost unspoken rule is the very rule that causes people to become disingenuous. We all want to be heard, to feel that what we say carries some weight and because people habitually almost instinctively judge the truth value of what we say by how we live our lives we whitewash our lives before others just so we can participate in communication.

We argue constantly trying to justify ourselves. To make ourselves at least appear to do the right thing. To never be wrong in word or action.

This sets up a strange little feed back loop. Instead of looking at a thing and saying what we think we now try to conform our behaviour to what we say. Often when the two (What we do and what we say) are out of step we change the words to fit the actions. 

It would be better and less pathological (in the sense that a pathology causes pain and disruption) if we recognized the fact that we act from a different place than we speak from. That a drug addict with a heroin syringe in his arm can say truthfully “you shouldn’t do this; it’s bad” with the exact same weight as a Tory. 

There is a difference between walking the path and speaking the path. This is true. But the words are the same for both.

All because a thief says it is wrong to steal doesn’t mean it is right. 

The truth is the truth whoever says it.

Special

We think we want to be special but what does it mean to be special?

It’s an assignation. It exists in the interstitial space between objects. It is a judgement of relation between things.

This is different, unique, unparallelled.

But once you see you’re special so what. Each snowflake is unique but does the snowflake get anything out of it?

So i’m special. I’m awesome. So what. The awesomeness is a tag put on at the end. The little bow on the top of the hamper that lets us know that the contents are worth something.

But in the enjoyment of the hamper, as it’s consumed there’s no consumption of the awesome. It’s carried over. That will be awesome. That is awesome. That was awesome.

Specialness.

We don’t really want it.

It’s tat.

What we really want is mum to hold us in her arms like she did when we were young. 

We want to play in the mud with each other again. Have that intense interaction with one another children have so easily when they are constructing twig dams and rolling down hills.

We’ve had it denied to us through our conditioning. We’ve lost play and been taught to want to be special.

We’re all consumed by the drive to get (what turn out to be) tags. Accolades. Estimations.

We’ve forgotten it’s ourselves who are the consumers of ourselves. We have to enjoy being us whatever accolade we’re given.

I may be miserable but at least… at least what. Fuck it whatever it is. But i tried, but i’m strong, but i’m different.

No no no fuck it truly into the ground. They’re fictions and we’re real. Don’t bargain yourself away for a tatty accolade enjoy yourself.

Enjoy your self!

The narcissist’s dream

The trap can be encapsulated in an image.

 
There is a stage and on this stage is a dancing woman. The crowd stares in wonder as she convulses to the rythym.

 

This image is repeated again and again in popular media.

 
The clubs are full of individuals all on their seperate stages surrounded by their own gawping spectators.

 
The music industry has flooded the public consciousness with vacuous dreams of celebraty.

 
Everyone’s walking around; the central protagonist in their private drama where stuff matters and where what happens is important.

 
But it’s not. It’s all trash and the masses have gobbled it up.

 
Oh she said this and he did that.

 
She called me a slag oh no oh no what am i going to do they criticized my parenting style.

 
It’s all tat and people have wilfully impaled themselves onto mediocrity. Onto a humdrum existence with no depth, no insight. A black and white 2 dimensional existence.

 
Despratly they try to maintain the extreme emotional high of the fashionably late entrance.

 
It’s all a scream for attention but when the spotlight’s on them what have they actually got to say? A schoolgirl scream as a factory produced dream streams nonsense into a microphone.

 
And the worst of it is that this vacuity is miserable. The stage is an arduous trap. It’s a strain. The narcissist’s dream is a hell for the narcissist as well you know.

What should we work towards.

Ethics is a thick tangle of a puzzle isn’t it?

It seems that for every person you ask they have a different idea concerning what is good and what is bad.

Once you let go of the idea that good and bad have any existence in themselves that would force us to construct them in a particular way we can become more practical in our thinking about them.

The first step is to realise that moral statements are really statements of preference. Their content is determined through the collusion of an individuals desires and his empirical context.

For an individual it is easy to discover what is good. He just asks himself what it is he wants.

The problem of ethics arises in the interaction of many individuals. What should humans as a whole do and call good.

I think it needs to be as general an ethic as possible. It must allow the widest range of freedom; give the freest rein to individual preference.

We should as a species seek to maximise the amount each individual member can do what they want to do when they want to do it.