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Friday, December 16, 2011

The Burning of the Witches.

There is no future that we do not create; thus I want to tell you a story of the future I intend to create.

Salem, Massachusetts; December 16, 2012. Where me and my fellow atheists gather together to burn the Christians for what they do today. Figuratively, of course. I'm a witch; I don't do hate, I do love.

What kind of love is expressed when Christianity gathers in their ignorant masses to praise their imaginary god for a burning in an imaginary hell of Christopher Hitchens? Love of self. I cannot hate them for loving themselves; what I can hate, is Christianity, as they do not even realize that they are loving themselves.

They are following the fucking script. The script tells them to worship death. The script tells them to lie. The script tells them to hate. The script tells them the world is full of evil, demons in human skin; minions of Satan constantly seeking to undermine the creation of God Almighty.

The Bible, however; told me I was Lucifer. See the problem I'm having here? Allow me to touch upon the highlights of a descent into madness. "Let there be Light" is the first thing YHWH says in Genesis. Satan is the first thing YHWH creates in Job. Satan, who was "in the earth;" Adam, who was made of breath of YHWH, dust of earth. Are you seeing a pattern forming here, that the Christian, with willful ignorance, cannot?

Duality.

I and my Father are One, says the imaginary Christ. Can't have that, says the Council of Constantine; back in 360 or so, that shit's just too damn obvious! Break out the Holy Confounder, so that we may Confound them with our absurd philosophy so that which is obvious; shall be henceforth Infallibly Confounded.

Holy Spirit - tao, as I see it - Lucifer, as prophets know it.

Holy Spirit; which rips the New Testament in half. Those with Holy Spirit, and those without. There's even a very clear dividing line:

Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched

Duality. Mark 9:44. Isaiah 66:24

And they shall go forth, and look upon the carcases of the men that have transgressed against me: for their worm shall not die, neither shall their fire be quenched; and they shall be an abhorring unto all flesh. 

For those of you who thought there was no science in the Bible, guess what? You're looking at it. The Jews used to burn trash outside their cribs - where the word hell originates - after the burn, worms could be found under the ashes. Wanna bet, a primitive Jew is not going to have knowledge of organic chemistry, which might have told him those worms did not spontaneously generate from the flames? Wanna bet this same Jew did not have knowledge of basic physics, which might have told him that the Sun was not an eternal flame?

How much you wanna bet, these primitive Jews added 2 + 2 and came up with YHWH?

Y
W
H     H

What do you see? I see a tetrahedron. I see volume. I see duality. I see the only conspiracy that is not theory; but rather part of the power structure. I see what Paul wanted me to see. Paul, however, did not realize one must be clinically insane to see like Paul.

Paul wrote the epistle to the Romans. Romans is the whole ball of wax. In, he describes how he used Holy Spirit to embody the entirety of Jewish scripture into a conceptual design he called Jesus the Christ. He did it to preserve the Judaism he loved; for which the Jews exiled him. For which he turned against the Jews. It's all in there, you just must know what to look for. The numbers. 0/1/2/3. YHWH

Paul was just a man, doing the best he could with what he had. Here's what he did:

Acceptance of the Holy Spirit means eternal life is now.

In his vision, that prayer is spoken; the speaker of the prayer is now in the Holy of Holies. In the presence of YHWH. Without sin. And what is absolutely fucking impossible in the presence of YHWH?

Evil. Lying. And absolutely positively no-way-in-hell can you stand there and go, gee, YHWH, did you create hell? Because you would fucking die on the spot. 

There is simply no hell in the New Testament. What there is, is Agenda; and how it got there, was the Church. With the gospels. Mark 9:44; fingerprints at the scene of the crime. The necessary link from Old Testament to New, to give the Church the science of hell. Because a primitive Christian had no modern scientific education neither; so spreading the word, pointing fingers at worms in the ashes and stars in the sky, why that's the best pyramid scheme evah! And eternal life? Sign me the fuck up!

YHWH is mathematical concept in mind of primitive man, one who would have no fucking clue what the zero was for another seven hundred years; that kinda thing can be overlooked. 

Christianity is beyond forgiveness. They are Pythagoreans , they are worshiping geometry and death, they are using witchcraft - primitive psychology - and all the Christian is doing is lying down at the bottom of the pyramid scheme and taking it up the ass so that the power structure may be perpetuated.

I love them; ellenjanuary loves everybody. What I hate is what they are doing to themselves. Christopher Hitchens did not die for his life is eternal in the heart and mind of ellenjanuary. That's what I read in the Bible.

Whatever script today's Christians are reading from; it is not scripture. Let us stop hating. Let us not die; rather let us live, and let us love. 

Friday, December 9, 2011

Law of God


(Don't be thinking this atheist don't know about god. This is a little ditty I sang to my Gwynnies back in the day. Remember, Gwyneth Paltrow is just a girl... now. Se used to be god. Didn't hurt either of us any. This one learned. Didn't get here without going - there.)

The Law of God:
All Attributes are Valid.

Says precisely nothing. I particularly like the neutral tone; there’s no emotional language, no moral judgment; it merely sits there, all calm, peaceful, and wise. The problem, of course, is one of meaning. It means nothing as it seems to mean everything. It does have a certain majesty perhaps; but if this is the actual law of god, shouldn’t it say something? Or did Ellen fuck up the translation?

Thing is, all these words came from the mind of Ellen the Gwynnite. I don’t know how the prophets did it back in the day, but all I got is a mind that won’t stop yapping. I got the memory of the creator of the universe. I have my five senses even when I have little sense. And still, mostly what fills the page is merely me arguing with myself. I’m nearing a hundred thousand words in my senseless rants to make sense of the prophet gig; there’s bound to be some mistakes.

Four words written in flame before my eyes, however; that tends to be – memorable.
The screaming and the tears, having a witness who remembers cowering in the corner for a couple of days; that’s the kind of drama that keeps the memory fresh.

Although I might have misinterpreted it at first. I have all these words, all these thoughts; I like to think I know something, about life, about god. I especially like to feel like I accomplished something. When four words of dubious providence seem to tell me the law of god; and of all the truth that may exist in this mortal contention, it would surely suffer if I were to answer in denial. Hundred thousand words of mine don’t seem to mean too much if I refuse to accept the only four that may have arisen from another source.

And I did refuse.

There was a sinful vision of a broken child and a dirty man. The sense that I was required to forgive this man, buttoning up his pants. Was I to ignore the pitiful sobs of the violated little girl at his feet? How is that to be?

And to turn to a friend who lived with me at the time, and see these words written across the Sylvia poster. Then did I start to cry. He was spared the vicious clarity of my vision, but seeing me stop in the hall; turn around and look at my Gwynnie poster, and lose it. That was new. When I told of the visual message of forgiveness; he became disturbed.

The screaming and the tears from when I followed through with the implication lasted a few moments more.
And quietly in my heart forever.

I will not forgive the one who would hurt Gwyneth Paltrow; think of me what you will.

And I must wonder for how long my assumption was a block to my understanding.

Now that we actually know stuff, let me pass on a surprising moral tale:

If god can confound his prophet through the simple device of emotional imagery, can we not all feel some manner of concern for the potential abuse of this tool? Emotional appeal is not a proper tool for debate. We are not cold-hearted and naturally logical beings, we are passionate beasts. Those who seek to sway a logical and mutual understanding are those who seek to dictate. The true meaning of mutual understanding is a compromise based upon respect; it is not merely mindless argument to see who wins or loses, it is the basis of our society. No one wins when another feels merely used.

The personal apparent flaw in my character? That I would forget the little girl in the face of threat to my Gwynnie? It may seem to echo the hollowness of my heart, or perhaps my mere honesty; what it does is exploit something that may be rather unique:

My absolute bottom line.

Most people have a full life of many pleasures, some only have a few; rare is the one who can find the last thing he would surrender. Rarer still the one tormented and tested true. I’m not here offering myself as a paragon of virtue; for what resolves is single minded obsession. I’m here to demonstrate the key differences between mortal and divine law.

I will not forgive the one who would hurt Gwyneth Paltrow.

For the one who would cause her pain, it is the matter of the moment. For me, the length of my consideration; in this case, I would assume eternal. If I’m on trial for the depth of my obsession as example;

I don’t seek to shirk nor exaggerate. The one who would remove the smile from my Gwynnie would make me suffer for all freaking time. Are we ready yet to understand the nature of forgiveness?
We are instructed to forgive for no greater benefit than to ourselves.

Let me re-iterate, so we can understand how godly law actually works:

The Law of God:
All Attributes are Valid.

Can you read that better now? We lost some actual truth with the coming of the word. When mankind learned to spread the message, we often forgot the whole purpose of the message. The words are meaningless right before our eyes, everyday. Familiarity breeds contempt in all things. For some things, man must go to god.

The true word of god is not meant to be read to be understood.

The way to find meaning is not to study and debate; for those are mortal concerns. The time is not now, the time is not when it is convenient, the time for god is when it is necessary to approach god.

We don’t exist for god; god exists for us. God doesn’t command that we do anything; god consoles use so that we do not.

So that we do not suffer needlessly. So that we do not question our own importance. So we do not make casual mistakes. So that we do not surrender to the follies of the flesh. So that we do not cower in fear. So we do not cower in ignorance. So that we do not ever go without god’s grace.

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Set Theory


What is the connection between Set of Egyptian mythology and a unified Theory of Everything? Me, it seems.And we're not talking just physics here, we're talking philosophy across the board. Everything, I said. ;)

Why Set? Because Gwyneth Paltrow is obviously the Horus identity of the age. :D

It's an hypothesis. We're working on it. ;)

Monday, December 5, 2011

Another Voice Heard From


Richard Carrier on Bayes' Theorem. Before I watched this video, I couldn't say I liked this cat. After, he's a superhero. So sit down, shut up, watch this, and learn something. :D

If this guy knows what he's talking about, then there is no reason for any other religion than atheism. Those people who say atheism isn't a religion would sure sing a different tune if it were the only religion. So why don't we get together and make atheism the only religion first, and then there will be no reason to call ourselves atheists, and we can all got back to being human beings.

Sound like a plan?

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Next for my Gwynnies?

Rather than perpetuate the stereotype of obsessed loser, spend all day watching Gwynnie DVDs and all night writing her bad poetry by the light of four black candles; the rulez seem to have shat out this exception.

I, feces.

It is entirely possible that I have broken the Biblical code, rationalised YHWH, ended the cycle of prophecy and madness, and removed the Liar's paradox from philosophy in the inchoate Chaotic Determinism. Jeez. All Chris Martin does is make music... and money... and look good doing it.

Nah. Chris makes my Gwynnies happy. That is the better man. He keeps my Gwynnies happy, I'll take care of the other seven billion peeps; and Love will prevail! We call that: distribution of labor.

Speaking of "distribution of labor," in potentially unraveling scripture, the secret of my success (and yeah, I am triumphant; that doesn't translate on a blog) has been to identify and understand the absolutes. The beginning. The Name. The numbers. Now that all of scripture has been reduced to tao, my Gwynnies still way over there, and I still having a love needing expression - something else must be demystified for my Gwynnies! (Cause I ain't doing "restraining order.")

Check this Bad Boy:


There's an Absolute. Hoo-doggie! And I am 4, what more; than I spy the 5...

Today I've used the witchcraft of Revelation (yeah, that book is straight witchcraft) to turn the tetrahedron into the cube. What does that mean? How does the tao say it?

A journey of a zillion miles begins with a single thought?

I have taken the first step towards deriving the "Witwiki symbolism" for human use. You know how YHWH doesn't start flapping his gums about Creation until "let there be light?" Well, to field the "Witwiki symbolism" is to speak creation into being.

On it, for my Gwynnies - for all mankind.