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I, God, welcome you to my blog!

The good book says only God is good, so it seems to me somebody needs to step up.

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Your pal, Jess
I'm a straight, virgo/boar INTJ (age 54) who enjoys books, getting out into nature, music, and daily exercise.

(my email is JesseGod@live.com)

F.Y.I. There are about 2200 posts..

Here's a quote from Fyodor Dostoevsky to start things off right: Love the animals, love the plants, love everything. If you love everything, you will perceive the divine mystery in things. Once you perceive it, you will begin to comprehend it better every day. And you will come at last to love the whole world with an all-embracing love.

Saturday, October 18, 2025

Numbrz

 One and done, two institutions, three on the tree, informative, five alive, six sicks, seven ceviches in Seville, eight ate, and nine Niners.   Go 9ers.  

Won, tu, trinity, formality, five senses, six Sixers (Go 76ers), seven heavens, eight dates, nine fine-dining times of mine, ten tentacles.

wunderkind, tupelo, 3po, fortitude, five hives, six sticks, seven Devans, eight plates, nine kinds, ten men.

Uno y'know?, a dosage of dos (pills), three eels, four forks, five dives, six hispanics, seven Kevins, eight mates, nine Clines, ten Bens

Wonder Woman, down the Tubes, as free as three, four foreigners, five knives, six slick dicks, seven Evans,  eight spates of hate, nine "Nein"s.    Nyet?   Not yet.

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Zero, my hero.   Nothing really matters.   The presence of an absence.  

the Impermanence Mortality count down to Death, absence, nullibiety, dust, oblivion, nihility.   Time and Reality are a countdown to nothingness and nonexistence.   Them's the facts, Jack.  The truth, Ruth.   Some believe everything is Fake.   Or everyone lives forever.  Or the consensus reality needs to be more open-minded.   Or we should all be warriors, on a mission, and do our fucking jobs.   Or not care.   I believe in privacy, and minding your own business.  I like to share.

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I am not a deity, a Deity, a god, a God, or God, or GOD.

I am who I am.  I am a human.  A man.  An animal.  A being, an entity.

I am not Omniscient, Omnipotent, or Omnipresent.

Love is love.  Beings are not love.   Love is a relation between beings.

I am not Love.   Maybe I should be.  Love all, serve all -Hard Rock Cafe

I want to love life, and enjoy my own.  Some things are hard to love.

Compassionate loving-kindness is the way to start.  The Yah-way

I can identify with anyone.   Love someone, and thereby love everyone.

All in all is all we are.  God is good.   We should all be good.  

 And we are, no matter what.

Huh.   I love sanity, and I love crazy.   (Insandity is a tabletop game)

If you love Love, you love God.

Atheists believe in love, no?

like at least endorphins and oxytocin


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The Star Wars universe has a Jesse and a Keeli.    They both died.   I didn't know that there were 9 Star Wars movies!   The franchise has earned ("collectively grossed"), worldwide, over $10B, the second highest.   The MCU (Marvel Cinematic Universe) has made more.   Jesse was an "advanced recon commando and clone lieutenant" who served in the clone wars.   Keeli was a clone trooper captain for the GAR (Grand Army of the Republic).   a gar is a fish.   the two never interacted in the movies.   Toshara with an O is a Star Wars moon.   Teshara, in Warcraft, is a night elf druid (not a Knight elf druid).


an affinity for divinity and trinity infinity.  The inanity of sanity and christianity for humanity at Synity corporation.   Salinity in the vicinity, and masculinity and femininity of virginity.   A wish for a delicious fish dish.   The choir sings of a desire for a buyer for the soul of a vampire sire, from the mire and fire.  A weird beard is feared by deer.   Deirdre the deer doesn't want the hunter cunt to bag a stag.   But the hungry have tongues for young runts, you dunce.


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Good Morning, God mourning, a sunny Sunday, a sleepy weep

The creepy veep reaper is deeply asleep, even though the Jeep is still beeping

After climbing the steep, I fell in a heap, to sleep deeply, dreaming of seeming like something.

Being is freeing, but dying is trying.   

Zed's dead.  Dead like kids wearing Keds, she said.  

Deadheads on meds, and Ted and Ned in bed with the redhead, who is wedded to Jed, with the dreads.   Man does not live on words alone, but can be fed with food, said Fred. 


ANYway, many men play at Jenny’s today.   

Can you have a Henny at Denny’s?  


Questions (guess how many chins?)

When should I Zen again?  Who should I do?  What does my gut say about this nutty mutt?  Where is the bear?  I care where the bear’s lair is, out there.   Why is this guy buying Kai? Said the sly spy.  He makes fried rye pie, to die for,  but only flys (sigh) come by.   Don’t rave about slaves, Dave.  How now, brown cow?  I bow to the cow, said Mao.  I vow to eat kung pao.   Which situation does the bitch itch to pitch, getting rich, or getting hitched to Mitch, or killing the witch?


Theological Linguistics:   The Word was God (John 1:1)

A picture is worth a thousand words -Fred R. Barnard

Human vision is similar to a frame rate of between 30-60 FPS (frames per second)

    (higher, like say 200, for trained folks like fighter pilots)

    (movies are usually shot at 24)


7 Fun Books (I just bought, to re-read and for my g/f):

Terry Pratchett's:   Equal Rites, The Colour of Magic, Mort, Going Postal, and Guards! Guards!   

By both Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett:  Good Omens

By Neil Gaiman: American Gods

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