Of By and For

Gods, Goddesses, Deities of all stripes 

God’s Blog?

A blog of by and for God - for gods, for deities, and for holy men and women,  And for Everyone Else, too, sinners and saints, a timeless record of. goodness, holiness, virtue, happiness, bliss, contentment, peace, and satisfaction.   Rules to live by and good advice, timeless wisdom, suffused with Love.

I AM love, and I love Myself, You, Everybody (in heaven or even in hell).    God loves the sinners, and is a source of Mercy and Grace.   The All Eternity thing is just a scare tactic.   You are forgiven as soon as you feel gulity, are sorry, have regret, and repent.  Mercy is withholding deserved punishment, and grace is bestowing undeserved blessing. 

One man’s hell is another man’s heaven.  Just as earth has different neighborhoods and countries, Heaven has multiple varieties, which you can travel between, staying in for as long as you like.   Heaven bestows immortality, and there is no aging there.  You can choose what age and appearance you’d like to have.  

Space is infinite, and there are as many heavens as there are members of the heavenly host.  You can visit and try them all.   Yes, there is sex, drugs, lin addition to the libraries, movies, restaurants, and, of course, churches.   There are video games (very lifelike) to do all your vice in.  The music scene is off the chain.   The schools are really fun.  

Everybody is cool in heaven.    There is no fighting.  You can step in each other’s shoes, and be whoever you want.  All your dreams are fulfilled.  You can get anything you want.   You can sleep in heaven, and dream heavenly dreams, which you can then actually go to, when you wake.   You can live on earth, as a billionaire.  You can read everything ever written.  You can write your own books.   You can watch all the tv, listen to all the music, and eat every cuisine.   You can compete in Body-building, or Olympic anything.   See every movie.  

You have access to Omniscience.   A couple million years, you start to grok things.   You talk to everybody, and you meditate, and you do every job.  You become Great and Big.  

You can die, and then be reborn in a certain time and place, at a certain age.    With perfect memory.   Or you can turn off pain, and regenerate limbs and organs, say.   You can teleport.  You can make any movie real.  You can try all the religions.  Speak all the languages.  You can do absolutely Nothing, like a rock on heroin, for thousands of years.

Enjoy.

wordplay:  NOT how come, but 'why';  turkeys are done, people are finished;  men sweat, women perspire;  men wear underwear, women panties :-)

General Specific and Lieutenant Vague;  Mr. Clean and Mrs Fields;  Mr. Coffee and Miss Butterworth;  Mother's cookies and Dad's root beer;  Papa John's and Papa Murphy's;  Mother Theresa and Baby Face;  Dr. Pepper and Nurse Salt.   Dr. Pepper and jalapeño poppers.   Salton sea and sea salt.   Uncle Ben's rice and Aunt Jemima syrup, Auntie Anne's pretzels.   Oh brother, you're listening to Sista Soulja?   Twisted Sister, mister.   Brother Malcolm and Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence.   Dr. Scholl's and Nurse Ratchett.

GOD:   Gives Orders, Decrees

no-self;  I'm a million different people from one day to the next; 10,000 maniacs;  I am legion;  god is 'we';  x-men changelings, morphs, and shape-shifters.   Thespian: I was only ACTING!  Plural and multiple, appearances, roles, presentation.    Possessed, occupied, "stepped-into."   Mini-me and the many-me's, elves and selves, better angels, sleepwalking.   Young/ old, clothes, hair, attitude, accent, plastic surgery, applications, wigs, body type (skinny, obese, muscular)...  Me and "my better half."   Corporate self (e.g. borg).   

"know thyself" -delphic maxim

I am my body (only, merely, entirely).   I am not my name.   Aging, changing.   In flux.  I am not a soul.   Or sol.  Or sole.   I am not the skin of my foot, or a kind of fish.   I am what I eat, less what I excrete.   Amen.

My name happens to be Jesse Lawrence Teshara, although I was adopted, and my birthparents were Annette V. Riddle and Richard Stollnitz (I believe, think, maybe).   I called myself Jester at scout camp, once.   Names, shnames.  Animals don't have names.  A rose is still a rose by any other name.  I don't care, therefore, what you call me.  I am what I am.

what I am is what I am is what you are, or what?

negatives and positives

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4 aspects of Unknowing:

   1. (stupid, retarded, dumb), foolish/ unwise

   2. mentally ill (psychotic, delusional - e.g.. hearing things, seeing things, believing things) mad crazy insane lunatic (irrational, dangerous, to self and/ or others)

(schizophrenia is one of "more than 200 types of mental illness" - Alexa)

   3. (ignorant, incurious, apathetic-   doesn't know and doesn't care), not engaged, doesn't research, generate questions, isn't motivated to discover truth, unscientific, superstitious

   4. (confused, misinformed)

(imaginary, unreal, false, incorrect, wrong, untrue) (lies, misinformation, disinformation)

malicious, cruel, hostile, obedient, conformist

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intelligent, curious, educated, informed, wise, sane, engaged, kind, compassionate, helpful, virtuous, with integrity, friendly, gratitude, love

retarded genius

ee cummings and Van Gough goings

nutritious, delicious, and malicious!

farted retarded, you should fart smart

vent the tent, and the stinky sink

yelling about smells of fragrances of dalliances

tasty testes? ew.   that kind of thing makes me testy.

Ida's ideas and Kant's concepts and girl-world

10 - cent words used in a 20 cent paradigm

    Be Good

sick, fragile, and weak;  healthy, hearty and hale, strong, fit, well, and sane

beer and ale?   root beer and ginger ale, please

latkes with your vodka

rice was all the rage during the last ice age

did you hear about the chainsaw guy who cut off his entire left side?

     he's all right now (ha)

left behind, right back, toe (theory of everything), the nose knows

ICE is intelligent curious educated;  informed compassionate engaged (!!). immigration and customs enforcement on thin ice?  competing in the O-limp-icks?  ice ice baby

internal combustion engine, in case of emergency

a geranium in your cranium

there's heaven on earth and hell on earth, but no Afterlife (good, bad, or neutral).  Right??   Life goes on.  Your specific life doesn't.   That's what I believe.

I don't believe Jesus' bubbish pet Sasquatch is anally-raping Gavin Newsome (don't ask)

one of my favorite, formative memories (blast from the past!):   the insanely intense vibe from the yellow beetle (car) with exposed engine at Camp Royaneh blasting AC/DC (back in black) on its stereo, when I was a kid, in the 70's, on the parade ground, beneath the admin building. (!!!!!), along with the Vuarnets I found.