Luciferian?

 Who Am I

What Are my Goals?

I’m a blogger, a writer, a thinker, a philosopher, and a deity.   Whose god, you ask?  I’m available to anyone who would believe in me.  I mean, while I’m alive.   These words could outlive me.  We’re all our own gods, even if we think we’re submitting to someone else.  Our reality stems from our choices, our decisions.  But we don’t necessarily know the consequences of our choices, and don’t make the most informed decisions.  My voice has said I’m Allah.  So maybe I’m David’s god.  I believe everything, all at the same time.  The wave forms of different possibilities collapse as reality resolves.  Maybe I’m full of shit.  But at least some of that shit is truly glorious.  Making yourself God is what Lucifer did.  All paths lead to God.  Some are longer than others.  Some Hindus believe atheism is a path to God.  I don’t believe self-apotheosis is any worse than atheism.  How do I define God?  Am I saying I created the universe, that I am the Source of all things good, that I am eternal, and that I am omniscient?  Or that I am the father of Jesus?  Or that I am one in being with the trinity?  Or …

Or am I just a schizophrenic, trying to make sense of madness?

Definitions of God, collected, GTU

People of the book-

  Christian (The Trinity: Jesus, his Father, and the Holy Spirit)

  Muslim (Allah)

  Jewish (YHWH)

Ra, Zeus, Ents (in my name).  

Jesse (hey zeus), Lawrence (lore ents), Teshara (to share Ra)

I’m in Jesus’ name (Jess)

Jesus is Jess, U.   The Jesse tree.   The father of David.   

The light of the world.  I am the vine, you are the branches.

Lots of flow, process, becoming.

God is love.  Let the juices flow!  

Maybe I’m only my own God.   My brain and life.   I rule over my own reality.  I don’t believe this.   There is no me.  There is the wake of thought behind me, my blog.   But I am not my thoughts, either past or ongoing.  I am not my name.  I am not a word.  I am not a soul, an imposed conception of self, a ghost, or a spirit in a body.   I am not even a body, or a body worth writing about on the semi-permanent page.  I am constantly changing.   I am pissing and shitting the old, and eating and drinking the new.   I am in a matrix of time and place, history and culture, language and dreams and visions.  I am what I eat, minus what I excrete, and where my head is at, in the moment, whether experiencing the elevated and sublime, the trivial and mundane, or the vacuous and empty.  I am not fully in control of my reality, my consciousness, my experience.  I am at the whim of God, you might say.  I am a pinball, bouncing around between people, events, and ideas.   My freedom means reality is constantly adapting to me, in the moment.  Maybe I am delusional.   Maybe I am a cog in the machine, a program in the matrix, a straw man.   Maybe there is One much greater than I.  Maybe being a God is in fact impossible, even for the most realized, the wisest, the most whatever.   Nobody is perfect, as they say.  Unless it’s perfect imperfection, to quote a song lyric.  Maybe everything is perfect as it is, and we’re all God, but most of us don’t realize this, yet.  

Humility is a virtue.  God is good.  Only God is good.  God is love.  Love is the source of everything.  Evolution has love in it.   The God of creation acts through us.  Life or death (lord) is humming all around us, vibrating, in the rise and fall of all life, all objects, all processes.  Nothing is forever, but reality itself.  The Universe had a beginning, the Big Bang.  Diamonds are not forever.  Space and time are infinite, as is God’s love, they say.  So we are infinitely big, and infinitely small, at the same time.   We are blips, but we are also maybe 120 years of wonderful, fulfilling experience.  Some believe that there is eternal life, eternal reward, eternal bliss, for some.   These people usually believe in the opposite, as well, an eternal punishment for sinners and demons.  We’re all in our own minds, virtual realities, universes of our own making, our own heads.  God is infinitely merciful, they say, so to me that means we all should be okay.  So what am I saying, what is my message, what is my conclusion, where am I going with this?  What do I believe?   What is my reality?   What are the facts?  What is the scientific perspective, to describe, predict, and explain?   I am a work in progress, I don’t have all the facts, and I believe none of us do, so we’ll all just have to muddle through.   Reading is the best mode of acquiring experience.   You can do anything, go anywhere, be anybody.   Reading is to the mind what exercise is to the body.  That’s my final answer.  God bless.

Okay, say I AM god.   What do I want?

We all want different things.   Do I want everybody to get what they want? No.  At least, I don’t think so.  Diabolical goals for evil must be excluded.   Suffering and torture must be categorically rejected.  Heaven is the objective, hell the proverbial stick (disincentive).  I surmise that we all want pretty much the same things.   There’s lots of variety, but generally speaking, we want to have fun, be happy, party on, and live the good life.  To eat, drink, and be merry.  To not be bothered, and have some measure of privacy.  Sex, drugs, and rock and roll.  Travel, restaurants, toys.   Treasure, leisure, and pleasure.   Money, freedom, happiness.  Knowledge, wisdom, and understanding.  Love, experience, and contentment.   Safety and security, cleanliness and godliness.  Joy and virtue.  Long life, good health, and prosperity.   Friendship, fellowship, community, belonging, acceptance.  Peace, love, and happiness.   The absence of conflict, the presence of harmony.  Comfort and ease, rest and relaxation.  Challenge, opportunity, growth progress improvement and change, making a difference.  Meaning and purpose.  Satisfaction.   Maybe approval, or even glory and honor.  

I recently heard that becoming your own god (making yourself (a) god) is Luciferian.   But God is good, so if we make ourselves good, I don't see the harm in it.  Some people are dominant, and others submissive.   Humility is the path for submissives, while self-apotheosis that for those that want to take charge.   Is that so evil?  It's the same thing!  No?  God help me (to be the best God I can be).  God makes gods, makes atheists, makes devils, and it's all part of the divine plan (!!).   In a sense, it's all good.  Right?

    Was Jesus Lucifer?  (or like Lucifer) sun and morning star...  both light.  a matter of degree?

Is this all fiction, or absurd, like saying Anton Chigurh is the Flying Spaghetti Monster?

BUT

Father Ripperger (exorcist on YouTube) says:

pride makes you weak, and there is only strength in humility

everyone is a slave of christ, the faithful willingly, and demons unwillingly

Humility is a virtue.  4 prayers:  God, make me strong, give me willingness to suffer, keep me humble, and help me keep the course.   

    Christ militant, against SAW (satanism and witchcraft), kinda spooky

Jesus is a "500 pound gorilla" that expels demons like baal, asmodeus, leviathan, lilith, baphomet, and incubii.   

    "abortion is the satanist sacrament" (child sacrifice)

evil like homosexuality, abortion, pornography, and sins like pride, venial and mortal.

impurity of free love, recreational sex, and fornication

     confession and absolution is often a form of exorcism, in itself

emotions can't be trusted, reason and faith should be the guide

in session

procession, concession, profession, confession, accession, recession, depression, obsession, repression, possession, position, passion, pushin' Pushkin.   succession.  precession, abscession, discession, crucession.  cession!  (not precision, abscission, discussion)

Doesn't God have to be SOMEbody?   What if NObody were God?

The liturgies keep saying "you", as if He hears... but it's intended for the audience, no?  Seems to me EVERYbody is supposed to participate in Godhood.  Otherwise, this direct communication seems kind of silly.   I know I'm not the only one!  Or maybe I AM, lol.

poet, you know it

place of eternal torment, probability of everyone testifying...

you, why god smiles, U for universe, university, smile, up

know, knowing biblically, k now?  okay 

not necessarily kill, but maybe kiss, or kipling (kim?) 

information technology, it's it (ice cream sandwich), eye tea

Stephen king's it (novel), or I cross (crucifixion, the street, grump)

poem, pacific ocean earth mother

pome fruit, me op, operative, operation

me, myself, and i.   main element.  mother earth.  middle earth.  mope.

thoughts become words become concepts, from brain to brain, magic!

dopes coping with moping, in this poem.   mopping up, after. 

the pure magic of being human, having words, computers, internet

simply amazing.  answers, on google, wikipedia.  music, on my echo.  

video, audio, stereo, radio, eo wilson, oreos, dios, ontario!

I'm so happy to share, to blog, to write, to be

university is a small (itty) universe (like a mustard seed)

holding the concept of infinity in my itty brain, also wondrous, in a way