PATERNAL INSTINCT

So here’s what God as a Father is like :

You can enter into a Covenant with it, so you can make a bargain with it. 

It responds to Sacrifice. 

It Answers Prayers

It Punishes and Rewards. 

It Judges and Forgives. 

It’s not Nature. 

It built Eden for Mankind 

and then banished us for disobedience. 

It’s Too Powerful to be Touched. 

It granted Free Will. 

Distance from it is Hell. 

Distance from it is Death. 

It reveals itself in Dogma 

and in Mystical Experience

and 

It is The Law.

LIFE-LIARS

  

“This is worth knowing. Because, if you are preyed-upon by a psychopath - which you will be, to some extent, at some point in Your Life - The Psychopath will assume that you’re stupid and that you deserve to be taken advantage-of, because you’re naive and stupid, so it’s actually a good  thing that he’s doing it.

 

The proof that you are stupid-naive is that he can take advantage of you. And so, if you were wiser, you would know his tricks and it wouldn’t be morally necessary for him to show you just exactly Who Knows What about What.”

 

 

The Man Comes Around

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, "Come and see." And I saw, and behold a white horse

There's a man going 'round taking names

And he decides who to free and who to blame

Everybody won't be treated all the same

There'll be a golden ladder reaching down

When the man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up

At the terror in each sip and in each sup

Will you partake of that last offered cup

Or disappear into the potter's ground

When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singing

Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum

Voices calling, voices crying

Some are born and some are dying

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

 

Till Armageddon no salaam, no shalom

Then the father hen will call his chickens home

The wise men will bow down before the throne

And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns

When the man comes around

Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still

Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still

Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still

Listen to the words long written down

When the man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers

One hundred million angels singing

Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum

Voices calling, voices crying

Some are born and some are dying

It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree

The virgins are all trimming their wicks

The whirlwind is in the thorn tree

It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundredweight and penny pound

When the man comes around 

And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I looked, and behold, a pale horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and Hell followed with him