And as to Jesus, he was the real deal, and he knew what he was doing and really WAS "God's gift to the world". His is the true model of authentic
leadership and the very cause of Civilization and the Light of Liberty, even if no one really understood what he was up to until it was too late and
all the treasure was his, to be held in reserve for all who really love as he loved, which was his only commandment ie: that we just TRY our best and
follow him into the resurrection life on the other side of the ordeal. To him went the last laugh in the domain of absolute and unfettered freedom and
love. This was his secret knowledge and the means by which he was able to bear the burden, because his joy and love transcended it, but that circle of
joy and love isn't complete unless we join him in it, in sympathetic harmony, even if it means that there might be a cross to bear or a burden to
carry, or an ordeal to go through, because it's worth it, for everyone even when it's a hard pill to swallow and a hard lesson to learn ie: there
could be some tears and sorrow, mourning and repentance.
His was like a great work and a perfect act of white magic capable of rendering all black magic fundamentally selfish and harmful and the end of the
sacrifice of another by which to gain or access "power".
"I ask for mercy, not sacrifice."
He was all for our mutual glorification, and the doorway that he became or opened, framed by the twin pillars of Justice and Mercy which stretch as
far as the heavens are long, that doorway however large and opened, can only be accessed in a certain way, and it's not just a matter of some sort of
coerced "belief" in, only, but a matter of the heart and soul and what master we serve, and everything that we honor and serve, and protect, and what
we embrace and what we oppose.
The way of the cross and of threading the eye in the needle while carrying water across the desert, to form the "hump" of the dawning sun, this is the
great way, and Jesus the true Great One, who himself filled the space of the divided middle with an unending and unfathomable love as the very love of
God rendered obvious and transparent and fully communicated without an esoteric veil of secrecy or dark occultism.
He was obedient to the higher will and love and Civilized order founded on Justice and Righteousness and Mercy as the heart of the law, all the way
down the line, even to the very point of death on a cross.
To rebel against such a thing, such a gesture is the very height of absurdity.
Thus in my struggle with these people and forces and powers and principalities, my aim was not simply to oppose, but also to persuade, and to come to
understand ever more clearly, through the tears and all the heartache and regret, outrage, embarrassment, fear and loathing even hatred, that it's was
a good and necessary "practical" joke, but one told, astonishingly by God, even via "signs and wonders" worked in the strangest of ways, and by that I
don't mean one that embraces darkness or voodoo (Bill Clinton made some such remark after he and his wife's experience with Voodoo in Haiti).
This became the lesson that I wished to teach, while going through the ordeal.
After laughing at me, and mocking me, and then having that sardonic grin wiped off their face in the knowledge that a higher power is capable of
interceding for those He loves (even in spite of themselves, let me tell you I'm no saint), and seeing the power and might of God at work, however
overt or subtle, that they too, even in spite of Themselves, might come to at last really "get" the joke, even when that joke is also at their own
expense. Then, what makes an appearance, or can, if we would but have the audacity and the chutzpah to laugh and cry at ourselves, is the beginning of
God's mercy, which to be authentically merciful, is a full mercy, and a complete absolution.
I pray therefore for their forgiveness, as I have at last come to forgive them (now that it's safe to climb down off the wall, like some sort of
watchtower or watchman), even to the degree that they might find not only forgiveness, but a level of consolation that's capable of functioning as the
very hand of God that's capable of wiping away first our outrage and then our tears, while marvelling at the power of the free and full self
expression and an unmolested freedom of speech which does not presume that it can define the narrative, while trying to shore it all up with a major
dose of blood magic and occult Satanism or OTO.
In the end, my aim became one of hoping to be appreciated and seen as someone who did them a big favor for making them cry and for revealing just how
powerful IS the power of Christ and what he did in our midst, echoes of which can be heard in eternity even as history tries to repeat itself, while
crucifying humanity over and over again in the process.
Just think of the kind of world we would have if the little man was given every reason to embrace a necessary suffering for the sake and cause of
love. What kind of world would that produce where the rubber really meets the road and goes places far and wide.
I am nothing, of myself, but in Christ, our combined level of performance could surprise or even astonish, anything's possible, so I counted on that
to really freak them out big time in some way that I wouldn't even be able to account for but which they would never forget for the life of
Leonardo da Vinci, he understood it (the joke) clearly.
He painted it for a bunch of monks on the dining room wall of their monastery or whatever, cloister, and mischievously told them that they must
contemplate it every time they sat down for a meal together.
If I were one among them, I'd be the guy to look at it one day, and then burst out laughing, yet unable to explain myself to my curious onlookers and
fellow brethren who might consider me to have suddenly gone insane.
That's the way it is when these realizations come, because they're in the blindspot of our prior ignorance. They're what we didn't know and didn't
even known we didn't know, until we did.
But people want for the evidence to show up, and I am convinced that it did and does.
Therefore, no matter how terrifying an ordeal it was to go through, because I follow Christ and simply did what I saw him doing, in the end I can say
to my adversary - it was a pleasure to be of service.
"A gentleman is a man who never hurts another person's feelings, unintentionally."
~ Anonymous (wasn't Oscar Wilde)
"Every sinner has a future, and every saint, a past."
~ that was Oscar Wilde
“The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried.”
― G.K. Chesterton
Everyone must be consoled and experience the loving hand of God that wipes away the tears from your eyes, even if you're Barack Obama, John Podesta or
Hillary Clinton or you, or me, or the Queen of England.
It's tough stuff, but very funny, at least potentially very funny, but woe to those who cannot cry and who would rather lose their own sense of humor
than face the truth, and thus God who is spirit and truth and everything that's worthwhile, worth living for and even dying for, but oh to rise again,
now there's something really special.
It's all for our mutual glorification in the end, these trials and tribulations to help get us through the dark night of the soul into the light of