There Is No God!!


This week I received a comment attached to my post “Murder Suicide” and the comment content did not appear however the heading statement was the following: 

THERE IS NO GOD, NOR HUMAN SOUL; THERE WILL BE NO ETERNAL LIFE.”

So here is my response.

First let me say…Thanks, feedback and comments are welcome and encouraged. Sincerely. Now to address the above:

Yep, you are probably right, FOR YOU, there is no God, human soul or eternal life. Who knows, there might not be a you or me. For that matter, did I write this blog or was it machine generated? Am I one or many posing as one? Am I real or fiction? Questions!! However, I have lived, experienced and recognized enough in my life to have long answered those deceptive questions concerning His being and existence, eternal life and soul and spirit. If you read any of my postings you would understand I am not about religion, I am more concern with relationship. So the statement of God’s existence or not has long ceased to be a dilemma of questioning for me. They were answered around 1963. So no more struggles with that issue.

Then comes the next question on what make my God, God? What about the god of the other faiths? I do not have an answer to gods I do not know. There are to many of them to keep up with. Some countries have more than 2,000 gods. I cannot keep up with that number, HOWEVER I do KNOW about my One God. He is cool. Unlike the god of other’s (including Christians), He does not require me to threaten, bully, force, or coerce you in accepting Him. Free will..people, you choose. You know a bully illustrates the weakest of traits in their own beliefs and character. If God needs me to force others to accept him, then who really has the power? Who really is God? Me or him? Forced love is never love at all. We all know that to be true. Believer or non-believer does not change the existence of the subject matter, one way or another.

Understand I am not here to convince anyone on His existence or your own existence in religionship (yes, I made up that word) to Him.. It is not my job to prove or disprove Deity. I am sure there are some natives in New Guinea that have only experienced their own small village of 100 people all their lives, who would doubt the existence of a creature with blond hair and blue eyes and white skin if someone would declare that truth to them. God, (or no God) forbid the idea of men flying miles in the air inside of machines. So your position is your position, cool! My knowing is my knowing. Two ends of the spectrum clearly defined. You see the seen, I see the unseen. Unfortunately, most people are in the middle of this spectrum. What I mean by that is they believe in God at their convenience. You clearly see that illustrated by how they conduct their everyday life. God is only good when good happens. He is only real when it fits their agenda and plans. So God or no God, soul or no soul, eternal life or no eternal life, who is right, who is wrong? I am sure the end of time, as we know it, will reveal the answer to those who still question. I can only answer for myself and no one else. Not only is HE my God.. but more importantly He is my FATHER! (relationship). Ahhh, my soul just smiled and did the happy dance.

It is curious though for someone who declares there is no SOMEONE, reads a blog about the One someone is in relationship with. BUT… by mere happenstance I did write a previous post titled “Ha…I made you look”.

Be happy and content my life comrade in the nowness of today, if that be your stance because there is no tomorrow. Tomorrow is always an unattainable futuristic destination, never lived, only dreamed and planned for.

 

Murder Suicide


Today I just killed somebody on purpose… accidentally. I am not making this public confession from a position of boasting or arrogance. This is nothing that I am doing to gather attention to myself or to even be flippant. But I am confessing and taking full responsibility so that the judgment will be clear and swift, avoiding a long drawn out trial. I did it… on purpose… accidentally. What an oxymoron. I am the rebellious, willing perpetrator of the crime of this action and I am also the accepting, reluctant victim… at least today. This is my contract my fate. It is murderous suicide that never achieves finality. You might say I am a mass murderer, a serial killer. You see you must understand my victim is made up of many facets, personalities. Some are easier to annihilate then others. When you look at immorality, lechery, lying, stealing, cheating, adultery, fornication those become easy victims. The ones that are hard to ferret out and eliminate is the religious, racial, cultural, national, denominational pride, selfishness and self-indulgence that we have to hunt down and expose. These are hard to execute. Those guys are often well camouflaged and hiding amongst the innocently guilty. It sounds good and noble to boast on these guys, yet they must die. I would like to say that I am apologetic and that I am sorry but the truth is I am not sorry or apologetic. I cannot be and stay true to my recognize calling. I am an assassin, a crucifier.

The Father gave me this thought to convey early one morning. When the Bible says we serve a God that never sleeps, it wasn’t kidding. It is nothing for the Father to call a 3 AM conference meeting with me. Really God? 3 AM?

One victim containing multiple schizophrenic personalities. How do I bring all of them to the point of death? My only victim is the one that I see in the mirror every day. I am not charged with killing or crucifying your issues. You are not my victim. It is not my job to get you straight. I have enough on my hands dealing with me. I am only responsible for my own villains. And to be honest that job is tough enough. There must be a constant visitation to eliminate that enemy within me that wants to rise and take control over the authority of God and Christ. And let’s be honest, there are many things that if we did not allow the Spirit of God to have authority in our lives, will cause us to die to the Spirit of God. There would be many actions, many thoughts, many plans that would be self-serving and selfish. That’s why the Bible says, “I die daily”. It sounds good and noble, but it is not a pleasant process. It is a crucifixion. When we are “If any man will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me. (Matthew 16:24 KJV),”, it means we must be the perpetrator and the victim. Not only must we carry our cross but we must also lay it down, climb aboard it, nail ourselves to it and lift it up as a sacrifice and die. Daily.

We crucify the flesh by living in the Spirit (Galatians 5:16), and allowing those fruits to flourish and be partaken.

But the fruits of the flesh, these personas are like zombies. They keep rising up just when you thought that you have killed and buried them, you find that they have it freed themselves from the inescapable grave. No, it is not an easy process but a necessary one. You must die to live. Who is your next victim? Look in the mirror!

I Am Hearing Voices


I have been off-line for a week or so because my youngest son and his family came to visit me here in Florida. I have not seen them in over a year and a half’s time and I thoroughly enjoyed the visit. During that time my grandson illustrated something to me. He’s approximately 15 months old and I had not seen him since he was about a month old and obviously he did not recognize me so when I saw him last weekend I went to pick him up and hold him and to show him affection. I was calling his name and immediately he began to cry and to reach out for his father despite my best efforts of trying to woo him and to demonstrate and show him love. He still with adamant fervor tried to make his way into the arms of his father, crying and with tears running down his face reaching for dad. In that, even though it was disappointing I saw the God lesson.

John10:4 – 5 “…and they follow Him because they know His voice. They won’t follow a stranger; they will run from him because they don’t know his voice.” His sheep will not follow a stranger. They indeed will flee because they don’t know this strange voice.

Now in my case, as a grandfather naturally that is kind of disappointing but in the spiritual how much more should we have the reaction of my grandson? When we hear and listen to the voice of a stranger many times we are wooed and pulled in by the voice and its promises or perceived benefits. Draw back to memory the event of Eve and the serpent in the Garden. But the Word of God says my sheep know my voice. They know the tone, yes, they know the accent, yes, but they also have an intimate understanding of the being, the persona, projecting the sound, the voice. They have an understanding of who He is. This understanding is far more than words and sound. It is knowledge derived from personal experience. His care, His loving kindness, his provision, His protection, His tender touch when He draws you in close to Himself. However, His sheep, upon recognizing that the sound, the voice, is not familiar but strange will flee and turn away and will not follow it.

Now traditionally I think most “religious” people put that “voice” that “sound” into context of the stranger being the devil or being something of a demonic nature but let’s have a Nu Mind thought. A lot of times that voice, that sound which we should flee from, are closely related to us. It is recognizable DNA. It is a part of our nature from the first Adam. The sounds are comprised of many things that we are embracing instead of fleeing. These voices or more specifically this sound is foreign yet prevalent throughout the world today. Religious or not, a Christian or not, believer in nothing or an unbeliever in everything, can you hear them? The voice of greed, treachery, manipulation, deception, seduction, adultery, bullying, sabotage, false accusation, superiority, murder, destruction, pride (cultural, self, or national), self-love, racism, sexism, politics and religion etc. They are a strange voice not illustrating or eliminating the voice, the sound, and the character, of the Father. Yet for many these voices are seductive. The promise, the bribe of power, fame and fortune is alluring. Can you hear them? Come here and hear little girl, would you like come candy? Come here and hear young man, sell this dope and make a quick buck. Come here and hear government rulers, politician, corporate executive and “religious” leader and presume a dictatorial stance against your own people and amass personal wealth and prorogate fear to bolster you own insecurities. These are familiar strange voices.

I tried animal cookies to entice my grandson from his daddy’s arms, but to no avail. A one-year-old child said I don’t know this voice, and I am not trying to get close to it. This sound, it is strange and it doesn’t sound like what my Father would say.

My lesson learned and reinforced this past week was this. RUN with arms outstretched to the Father! Flee the voice of strangers and reach out and cry for the one you can depend on to protect, hold and shield you from the strangely familiar. Understand, no matter your race, creed, religion or nationality, these voices are not from without but are from within. They are family by nature. Quit pretending you do not hear them. They are whispering to you in the darkness of the night and beckoning to you in the brightness of the day. BUT my sheep know my voice, my sound, my character and a strange sound he will not follow.

Question, what is the voice, what is the sound that is trying to move you from your Father’s presence? What voice is trying to move you from the lap of He who loves you? What voice is making you curious? What voice is it trying to seduce you with things and with positions and with power and with fortune? What is the promise? What would it take to draw you from the lap of your Father into the arms of a familiar stranger? What is getting you to compromise?