Citing quotes against the greatest modern myth

   I have been receiving a fair amount of harsh criticism regarding my lack of citation and documentation for scientific claims made in my entry "Why Evolution is as ridiculous as it sounds" In lieu of this criticism I wanted to share some information I unearthed. My goal is for this to give some 3D dimensional filler to apparent abstract blueprint claims.

    Let me start this off by stating the name dinosaur did not even come about til 1841, before this they

were commonly termed dragons meaning terrible lizards. Opposed to Eons of time periods spanning millions of years starting with the cretaceous period; there have in fact been accounts by Marco Polo of dragon sightings and slaying of these beasts described in detail throughout ancient texts. Claims made by Alexander the Great, and even Herodotus who is often called the father of all history. And accordingly we find soft tissue in these enormous animals. In a book labeled: Proceedings of the Royal Society: Biological Sciences we find information regarding the inner tissues of these enormous beasts. This one of a triceratops fossil stating "hollow, transparent and flexible blood vessels.The presence of soft vessels is enigmatic".

    Additionally, we are finding fossils of insects such as dragonfly's whose wingspan is measure to be 3 feet in length, clearly the atmospheric conditions pre-flood were vastly different than they are today, a dragonfly of those massive proportions in this day and age could not even get off the ground. Fossils of alligator skulls are being found to be 6x as large as the dimensions of current alligator heads today. A 16 ft in length turtle fossil was also unearthed in the 19th century and now resides at the Yale University museum which is further evidence showing organisms on a whole were far larger than they are today. Many human giant bones have been documented to have been unearthed throughout eastern america by archaeologists alluded to in the NY times. Giant bones that stood 12 feet fall.  It was the 16th president of the United States Abraham Lincoln who in 1848 was quoted to have said "the eyes of that species of extinct giant whose bones fill the mounds of america have gazed on Niagara as our eyes do now"

    The current  "only" purported missing link between humans and apes is called "Lucy" a dead monkey in Africa. And what they are stating is this: that if she had "hands"which she does not, they would be human hands; also if "Lucy" had a complete skull we could further tell that it was a humanish skull. Finally, the pelvis bone if it was complete which it also is not, would show this small monkey walked upright. And really, it would not matter if it did because we see monkeys today that walk upright. You'd have an extremely hard time convincing me this is credible evidence. All we really know is "a monkey died". Nonetheless, this "Lucy" is reconstructed with missing bones now slapped on over a in thin layer of skin and appears in a museum inside a glass box like a....mud covered swamp thing, coming forth,from a late night...science flick.

     Furthermore, I wanted to bolster some claims made in regards to the inaccuracy and crude science of radiocarbon dating. Humanitarian Dr. Robert Lee stated: "No matter how useful it is the
radiocarbon method is still not capable of yielding accurate and reliable results. There are gross discrepancies. The chronology is uneven and relative and the accepted dates are actually selected dates. This whole bless thing is nothing but 13th century alchemy and it all depends on which funny paper you read." He is also quoted to have said "Why do geologists and archaeologists still spend their scarce money on costly radiocarbon determinations? They do so because the occasional dates appear to be useful. While the method cannot be counted on to give good unequivocal results. The numbers do impress people and save them the trouble of thinking excessively. "Absolute" dates determined by a laboratory carry a lot of weight and are extremely helpful in bolstering weak arguments."

    In regards to the reliability of our current methods of carbon dating it was Dr. Willard Libby, not only a noble prize winner but also a contributor to the Manhatten project who stated and I quote "You read books and find statements that such and such society or archaeological site is claimed to be 20,000 years old. We learned rather abruptly that these numbers, these ancient ages are not known (speculations and imaginative guesses) ; in fact it is about the time of the first dynasty in Egypt that the last (earliest) historical date of any real significance has been established"

     I couldn't find it more appropriate to enter in to source documentation the words of Max Planck who is known as the father of quantum physics. He was quoted to have said "All matter originates and exists on earth only by the virtue of a force which brings the particles of an atom to vibration and holds this most minute solar system of the atom together. We must assume behind this force the
existence of an conscious and intelligent mind."

     Now this is all credible evidence painting a far different picture than that of our current educational systems systematic way of pushing evolution. Just to give you an idea of how intricate we are made, the building blocks (or recipe) if you will, of life itself: the human DNA strand is made up of a quantum of information inside every single cell roughly comparable to 12 sets of The Encyclopedia Britannica, an amazing 384 volumes worth of detailed data. Yet their the size is only two millionths of a millimeter thick. A teaspoon of DNA has "all the information needed to build the proteins for all the species of organisms that have ever lived on the earth. Let me tell you that in our universe perpetual motion is everywhere and many of us lack even a crude understanding how complex motion is. It was Jewish nobel prize winner Neils Bohr who very famously gave us the actual model of the atom who was quoted to have said and I quote "Everything we regard as real is made of things that cannot be regarded as real" Our ‘universe’ owes it’s combined energy to something much more advanced. He also once said “I don’t know how the electrons got started spinning, and I don’t know how to stop them, do you?”

   Let me also start by saying it was the noted attorney and advocate for american Indian affairs Vine Deloria who wrote in his book titled: Holocaust of the Giants "Some of these old country and regional history books contain real gems because the people were not subjected to a rigid indoctrination of evolution and were astonished by what they found and honestly reported it".

     All of these sources show that the truth is not what many high practitioner (scientists) believe it is. With all the technology and bones, fossils and ancient text including the Bible, those who cling to evolution, do it to their demise, they are outdated and irrelevant. They will continue to lie to us. I and many others will present to them another point of view and let them decide what is science and what is a fairy tell. They call the Bible a fairy tell, while they hold to a theory that Darwin himself began to doubt. The truth is truly stranger than fiction. If you really follow the hard, outlined evidence, apply scientific methods and open your closed indoctrinated minds you'll see evolution doesn't have a monkeys leg to stand on. I could go on but in the end you're going to hold on to your belief as much as I am going to hold on to mine. The Creationists have a much better argument all around. There's a big difference between observational and historical Science. All Scientists agree on the observational side, but not on the historical because we weren't there. So the nonsense perpetrated about of billions of years by mans measuring standards, just doesn't hold water. The very fact that Evolutionists believe that by sheer numbers they have validity over Scientists who stand across the floor from them is the epitome of arrogance. What do you think the Creationists have been doing all along, if not also studying their craft for years on end? Their arguments just make so much more sense. The sheer number of complex organisms on our planet running and working in perfect motion together could not just have been born out of random forces in some primordial soup. Complexity of this level could have only come about from an Intelligent Designer. The logic of the human mind simply points in that direction.

Til We Have Faces, "Cupid and Psyche" A myth retold

   I experienced stirring heart-rending sensations after I just finished C.S. Lewis classic "Till We Have Faces" . The themes throughout the book continue to haunt me causing me to feel deep emphatic emotion. It is a retelling of the greek myth "Cupid and Psych" through the eyes of her ugly and disfigured older sister Orual. Psyche is the youngest sister of a tyrant king and so captivatingly beautiful that people worship her instead, which incites the jealous anger of the gods, her father the king consults an oracle who tells him to leave Psyche chained on a mountain since she is not meant for any mortal man. Cupid is tasked with putting her under a spell to fall for the worst of all men, but instead is smitten with her and Psyche is stolen away. Orual, left grief stricken over the gods decision to take all that was precious and beautiful out of her life vows to avenge. True to the Cupid and Psyche of Platonicus's Metamorphoses, Psyche's new god-husband keeps his face veiled, and only comes to her in the cover of night. Orual first takes her sister for mad, but eventually is convinced (in spite of herself) that perhaps she should leave Psyche to her newfound joy, to the love of her husband. But here jealousy and obsessive love step in, grudging Psyche her happiness, her love. Orual is unable to comprehend, much less approve, of any love for Psyche that usurps her own. Orual, predictably, resents the gods for the gulf now so plainly separating her from Psyche. "the world had broken in pieces and Psyche and I were not in the same piece. Seas, mountains, madness, death itself, could not have removed her from me to such a hopeless distance. Gods, and again gods, and always gods . . . they had stolen her." 

Psyche pleads with Orual to open her spiritual eyes and see what she could; the palace now standing all around her in dazzling splendor; and Orual is indeed tempted  but her (possessive) love for Psyche is too strong, it was pulling her to come back and stay with her in the physical realm. In the end, though, jealousy wins the day. Orual delivers Psyche an ultimatum: either expose this "god's" face this night, or I will kill myself. To this threat Psyche reluctantly acquiesces, broken with sorrow. Everything, she knows, is now changed, horribly changed, altered forever. She will betray her god to satisfy her sister's love-need. "I know what I do," Psyche informs Orual. "I know that I am betraying the best of loves and that perhaps, before sunrise, all my happiness may be destroyed forever". The die is cast: Rationalizing that she has gone mad and her husband was nothing but a lecherous brute, a monster with veiled face.  Orual thought she was acting out of love and in Psyche’s best interests(so she convinced herself) the next morning, as Orual begins, incredibly, to catch glimpses of a great palace rising from the mountain, the valley is suddenly besieged by rockslides, storms, general destruction, and Orual understands suddenly and fully the extent of her guilt. Hearing in the distance Psyche's cries ringing from the rocks. She has sentenced her beloved sister to a life of wandering and toil, and herself to guilt, anxiety, and unutterable loneliness. She is left desolate, to wander the earth always weeping tears of dismay. Orual prepares to return to her kingdom to live the lonely life of the warrior queen. Her nights henceforward will be haunted by phantomlike howls and clinking of chains, and all her attempts to locate Psyche will fail. For Orual's sin of obsessive love, for her fear of the dividing gulf, Orual is left alone to grow in power but never in love, wearing a mask to conceal her hideous features, yet always wonder at the silence of the gods. Searching always for her sister, torn by what she had done, it was a life of inner agony and regret. Only at the end of her life, in visions of her lost beloved sister, will she hear an answer. In Queen Orual's last hours, when all the dead have gathered to hear her complaint against the gods....she again meets Psyche.

       After many years had passed she is embittered and angry at the gods. Eventually she see's that her love was of a possessive and harmful nature. Only at the end of a hard rugged life does she find her beautiful sister Psyche who has "hungered and thirsted and tread hard roads, and fought battles whom the gods could not fight, the victim to malice and ill will thrust upon her.  Cupids last words towards Orual are now running through her brain "You woman, shall know yourself and your work, you shall be called "Psyche". She had been misunderstanding the decree, and believing it meant a sharing in her poor younger sisters laborious exile. 

    Yet at the end of her years,  as she removes the mask she has been wearing to conceal her ugliness, she is swept away into vivid visions of  her sisters wandering.  The real truth of the betrayal comes to light. Psyche herself, like the mythical Psyche, has been sentenced to eternal turmoil to all manner of impossible tasks. Orual is guided  to a place where she is shown images of Psyche performing these. She was tempted by mortals on every side "I looked and saw Psych walking , alone in a wide way under the earth-a gentle slope, a gentle slope but downwards always downwards, I saw a (light opened up) and there a great table and rabble sat "Istra" (as she was known on earth) princess! Stay with us! Be our goddess, rule us! speak oracles to us" Psyche walked on and never looked at them. Another figure that arose was the wise old fox who raised her  "Fie, child do you want to be a barbarian all your days? Come back to me and I'll lead you out of all this darkness", yet onward she still descended, colder darker, deeper it became until eventually a third place, an image of a woman and when I looked at it I felt a pity that nearly killed my heart, despair, humiliation, entreaty, endless reproach and now I trembled for Psyche, for I knew the thing was only there to entrap her and turn her from her path, she held out her hands to Psyche and I saw the left arm dripping with blood, then came her voice so full of passion it would have moved you even if it spoke of happy or careless things "Oh Psyche" it wailed. "Oh my sister, my only love. Come back. Come back. Back to the old world where we were happy together. Come to me, sister" Psyche bit her lip till the blood came and wept bitterly. I thought she felt more grief in that instance than wailing Orual. She however kept on, journeying always further down into death. That was the last of the visions.

 "Did we really do these things to her?" I asked the fox (now beside her in the vision) "Yes all here are true" the voice replied. "It was those that loved her most; she had no more dangerous enemies than us" And Psyche in that old terrible rime when I thought her cruel....she suffered more than I perhaps?" "She bore much for you then. You have bore something for her now" Even your life your pain, your sorrows have aided her tasks,  that poisonous bowl of regret, has now been filled, this will be the final step of her journey." (to take that very bowl to the gods) They say...but even I, do not understand but a few broken words of their language. Only this I know. This age of ours will one day be in the distant past. Nothing yet is in it's true form"

    Many voices were soon after heard shouting in glee "She comes! Our lady returns to our house, the goddess Psyche is back from the lands of the dead. bringing with her the casket of beauty from the shadows" Like having been reunited with a long lost scent or desire, Orual soon after found herself falling at Psyches feet "Oh Psyche, never again will I call you mine, but all there is of me shall be yours, alas you know now what its worth, I never wished you well, my love was a craver"  Psyche now bent over to lift Orual up then replied "But sister, dear sister, you must stand up, I have not given you the casket, you know I went a long journey to fetch the beauty that will make you beautiful. "Did I not tell you there would be a day you and I would meet in a house with no mythical cloud between us" For in this moment the divine met the mortal and looking at a glowing reflection, Orual saw not one but 2 Psyches smiling back at them. She only now understood the true meaning of Psyche's selfless love and Cupids decree "She goes to sojourn in treacherous lands, You will be Psyche" 

    When at last Oruals waged  complaint against the God's is heard, she finds herself filled with shame for now she understands the silence, the misery, Psyches absence, her selfless and true love all at once. It was all for her, although she understood it naught. 

 C.S. Lewis considered this, although the most least known of all his novels his finest work. It leads me to consider the complex motives that underlie my actions — even the ones that seem most altruistic; it raises the possibility that there are precious few who yet have faces. I ask myself whether my holy places are dark like Orual’s or whether I am quick, like The Fox, to explain with glib reason just what the “divine nature” is or is not like."

Judge and Jury

   I  have a short story to share with you all. For those of you who don't think I share enough...well I actually don't think those people exist. You can't say my heart is not in the right place however. Here's my story: it was a dark and stormy night when I was apprehended near Cle-Elum, WA and the rest of that night I actually don't care to share, we can gloss over many details, those particulars I would rather reveal with you at a bar over a pint of beer: I should have froze to death that night. Soon after that nightmare there were court dates, the first time I showed up. I noticed a rag-tag group of people who looked lost and confused. However when I walked in and said my name the attorney looked at me and said "he's with me" I got this one. A fresh wave of relief spread over me, the work was already done. You know I had a moment of realization, an epiphany of sorts; on that great day when we are all are judged for our deeds in the body, we are going to want a good lawyer to represent us. The best one is available at a free price right now. For the time will come for me to give an account, when my life is laid out before me I am sure I will be amazed at the list of transgressions. After a lengthy rendition in a long drawn out manner, my offenses are listed off by the accuser of the brethren before the most high. 

   After what seemed like an eternity of my standing before there, forced to re-live my many moments of shame when I lived in error--I was beginning to feel extremely uncomfortable. In this hour, there was no shortage of hideous things: In multitudes and dark masses, they had formed a barricade around me, wedging me off from access to the throne in a direct affront of isolation. I was shaking with fear, the trial was not going well. Hells fires were smoking in the background, and my only option is to plead guilty, in this moment however a loud voice emerges from amidst the crowded courtroom "enough!"  Jesus steps forward in that moment with an "objection your honor", "He's with me" I got his case, he was assigned to me before time began, he didn't even select me for his representative, but I picked up the case, here "my perfect life" look at my deeds instead of his, he'll have me represent him for his life because he had faith, here's where he believed in me, here, and here and also here. It is enough. He is innocent. I paid for his eternal life. 

  We all get to choose who we want to represent us on that courtroom day, ourselves, Satan, Jesus, whatever law or moral code we live by will be our attorney to represent us. If it's just you representing yourself, I'm telling you right now, that is not a good idea and you are in trouble. The judge would look at these people in court and say "you have no idea what you're up against, you need to be educated on the nature of your crime, the lingo is heavy, and deep". When we are going to give account of our lives, do you feel good with the one you've selected?

THE OKLAHOMA DEBACLE

   So I'm having a misty moment now as I walk down memory lane. A blast from the past hits me, yet again reminding me of the fragility and malevolent nature of life. I'm going to share a feel good story now if you have time to read it. I recall my adventure to Oklahoma in the dead of winter with a shudder as I recollect on the many near death expierencs I underwent in order to help a friend. It was in November that an old friend contacted me, explaining her dire circumstances, she was on the streets of Oklahoma after she flew down to be with her mom whose ruthless step dad kicked her out. She had been on the streets now for nearly a year in the drug infested crime ridden town of Lawton, Oklahoma. She was now penniless and practically freezing to death in the cold. She found way to contact me however to inform me of her desperate plight and ask for solutions. Of course I had none, I had struggles myself I was dealing with driving a dilapidated beater of a car and barely making ends meet at Starbucks, yet I said I'd do what I could. I knew she was in the wrong scene and wouldn't make it much longer; her past and story was a rough one. She was homeless and already developed frost bite in places, if I didn't help, no one would. I saved up a small amount of cash and took off, misfortune and a high risk of failure awaited. 

I knew the risks yet still I left. Once I found myself stranded off the freeway in a blizzard with a shattered S belt needing a tow, promptly blew a tire the next morning, which left me penniless after the repairs, the Stanhope clan in steamboat springs, CO offered me help and Jason a job washing equipment so I could continue to my destination. After driving 20 hours straight I arrived in the terrible town of Lawton, Oklahoma around 2 am. Crime, gang activity, drugs and unrestricted violence ran unchecked in this town. It took me hours to find her after searching the places in town where cops wouldn't even dare go due to the gang violence involved. This was literally Liam Neesan 'taken' style. Eventually I did. She was in shad shape to say the least, dirty, strung out and freezing, I showed up and said "grab your things, I'm gonna take you home".

    There were people there however who did not want her to leave, surrounding unsavory individuals glanced at me curiously, I could tell you about the seedy people I encountered until the vomit welled up in the back of your throat. We started walking away and the surrounding lights fluttered then turned off. I heard activity and loud voices, a gunshot was fired in the distance, I began to feel intense adrenaline pumping through my veins and we began to run, however her feet were frost bitten and blistered and she couldn't run any further after awhile. I picked her up and still began to sprint, I didn't look behind I only heard loud voices. A cramp developed in my leg as soon as I glimpsed my car. "This is it I thought I'm going to get nailed in the back 20 feet from the extraction point" at any moment expecting to feel a bullet whizz past my ear. I made it to the car threw her in the passenger seat and peeled out of there like a bat outta hell. Driving as far as I could away from Lawton. She woke up soon after and asked me to pinch her so she wasn't dreaming which I did kindly. Yes we're in an automobile and I'm putting as many miles behind me, you and that shithole as possible, I've been in some seedy places, but Lawton was surely the armpit of the world no doubt. I parked in Amarillo as the sun rays began to perk over the flat terrain still gripping the steering wheel. I hadn't slept in 2 nights and was running off straight emotion and adrenaline.

We headed on I-40 westbound toward Vegas. It was about a 4 hour drive and we were both exhausted from a long day as we rolled into sin city. The lights and huge billboard displays were magnificent, just like I remembered it. I was a poor wayfarin' stranger, not loaded with cash or prepared to indulge in the full Vegas expierance, and things were not much different this time around. I had to make due with what I had which as this point was not a lot: a beater of a car and no money. While locating the strip I took a wrong turn into the Bellagio and found myself circling the roundabout I felt like an idiot. My car had  a white hood, with chrome tape and I was maneuvering around fashion glamoured celebrities and limousines. I felt like a mangy animal out its natural habitat and wished to remove myself from the scene as quickly as possible. I found parking soon after and we frequented some of the sights and sounds on the strip. The first attraction was a fountain that shot jets of water into the night in rhythm with  a symphony, it was located in the heart of a pool of water outlying the Bellagio Hotel.

At one point while we were in Vegas I was pushing through dense crowds of people for awhile with Darien in tow all the while holding her lil' hand and steering her around the drunk, strung out masses of inebriated humanity. However, I accepted a vendors offer for a buy-one-get-one free alcoholic beverage. While inside the bar I began feeling uneasy now Darien was out of sight, I returned illegally supplying the minor with a foamy IPA. She was almost 21 so I didn't feel too bad about it. "Now you can say you had a beer in Las Vegas Darien" We sat down on a flower pot and chugged our beers with the city lights all around. We both agreed we were exhausted and upon leaving Vegas, Darien became sentimental, "I feel like a lost lil guppy in a large ocean." I smiled and said "it don't matter who you are or where you come from, you're never too poor, or too weak to set out on an adventure and see the world." That was my motto, hell I couldnt afford this, I'm a barista at Starbucks from a small eastern WA, town. People would ask me later how did you afford that trip? I'd just say, "I didn't"..

    Long story short however we traveled up back to Vancouver, we were like Bonny and Clyde encountering cops, car problems and more adversity on the way, one time while in Vegas we we're watching the fountain display with music in the background and the bright lights of the Bellagio and Ceasars palace streaming down, I glanced over and she was mesmerized, emotionally breaking down "people don't do these kind of things for me, I'm just a gypsy girl in Oklahoma" I figured everybody gets a chance to see the world though. After seeing the Grand Canyon and Crater Lake we made it back to Vancouver, I left for Pullman, on the way I lost my car and nearly froze to death in 16 degree weather but that's another story. I made it back and found myself biking in the winter 15 miles to work on a sheet of ice and snow on some occasion yet I'm still standing. I would do anything for a friend despite the cost. And this time the cost was great. She has now been sober 4 months with good people and found the her first job of her life recently. I don't mean to toot my own horn here but despite the many ties, friends I've lost and adversity I've faced recently, from being the kid everyone thought would take the world by storm competing in Science events nationally, to the last 5 years of unraveled mistakes, this is what makes me feel I have purpose and a plan still and can not only save a life but change one too.

The Deception

        It is my strong belief that God really is, the very definition of God is the intelligent existence holding the entire fabric of universe together, to the air you breathe around you, to the love you see in others; yet, you, I and everyone "living" is bound to this dying place and its broken systems in our biological bodies. Thus, your soul and your flesh are both struggling to go two very different directions. This system "negative energy" a separated (quarantined) system. It is a system under the control of the prince of this world and those with him whose time of CHOICE has passed. While unconnected and in this flesh, we are all under the thumb of the things we cannot see. the world around and even our own flesh can be compared to a bicycle going downhill that can and will gain speed until such point that it reaches a velocity, that without outside intervention, will ultimately meet with disaster of one form or another. This is the default setting. The automated direction that mankind blindly moves when God's light of all that is, was, or remains to come involving that indwelling connection to Him are willfully, or even subconsciously, cast aside in the great pursuit of the sin which may indeed summarize all sin: Self-will. In the grandness of all the stars, the solar systems, the world within worlds, the great beyond and all that which this feeble human mind would shutter to understand, we are such a speck; a tiny, tiny speck. We, and when I say we, I really mean I as well as everyone else have fancied ourselves as little kings, self-important, self-proclaimed gods to which all should bow to recognize our trite conquests, trials, problems and achievements. It is like a drop of water telling the ocean how important it is. But God despite all that still strives to connect with us, trying to undo this curse with incredible care and patience. The programmer is undoing the virus from within.

    This world is eternity's pit stop and heaven will make Disneyland look like a Honeybucket. God says I've made a place for you that will supersede even your wildest dreams and imaginations. But to understand a Way Out, in order to get there we have no choice but to understand where we are "NOW." Let me introduce you to the "spiritual ghetto," the dark end of eternity's street. This is simply the world you and I were born into, the "testing ground." Perhaps the place the Programmer sorts out the parts that He wishes to keep most. It was at our conception that we made the CHOICE that our Maker has tried to undo with incredible care, patience and self-sacrifice. You see, it was the first of our kind that invited in the virus that is this present darkness; turning our cradle into this quarantine. The program, once perfect, is now infected. It is a hollow shell, dying a piece at a time. Most things here will never escape. Worse still, there comes an hour on the horizon when this hollow cancer, and everything confined inside of it, will be herded into an even smaller cage. In that cage, those who were not pulled from this place by connection to their Creator will be as spiritual infants in the unfriendly claws of ancient things; pleasure puppets for condemned beasts. Make no mistake, you have been born into a very hostile and dangerous place

    A spiritual apocalypse is sweeping across our nation, the enemy is using deception and illusions, lulling many into a spiritual slumber, even in something as innocent as Disney; the more you look into it, the illuminatis warped illusions and hidden agendas are clear. Basically, we're all not right in the head the sin virus has infiltrated our central nervous system. We only wish to devour another, and what I am telling you is this is not physical. We feast on peoples failures. It's mental, psychological not always tangible but we do attack others in order to gain ill conceived nourishment. In the pre-flood days there were giants and hybrid angels that would literally rape the woman and consume the men, this is not fantasy, this was reality. Without God we have a complete apocalyptic nightmare as it is quoted "watch out that you are not consumed by one another" I doubt this is referring to physical consummation.  without a God given conscious of right and wrong we are all spiritual zombies.

   We are all entering a time frame nowdays where many people are "ultra religious", where there is a good degree of superstition, everything is spiritualized. However being ultra religious isn't always a good thing. The Pharisees were ultra religious. This day and age there is extreme curiosity about things of supernatural origin. I've watched Trey Smiths recent documentaries on entities, and if you haven't seen it go to his YouTube channel and watch it. People really talk to these things. Not just "hey this guy said this I think I heard that", "I think there's a weird thing over there" "look it moved on the table" because as that cup is scooting across and we are on this side playing games, it's not. It's got an objective and the thing (entity) whatever it is you want to call it operates like a computer virus. It's trying to "plug in and make entrance" it's main motion isn't moving chips on a Ouija board or cups across a table. Now I think it's important to be said to find out the backdrop and interweave that into what they are trying to do. "What is it always saying?" Look at the correlations. The question is "why is it moving the cup?" It's main mode of operation is not cup sliding but through people --the human mind. The bible is redundant on this "bringing every thought captive" because the mind is like a computer box which outsiders can make entrance "hey, listen hey this is what you really need" and then we line that with what Christ says. Now the objective of a virus is for something to take control of the system and to destroy the property of the system-to subvert it if you will. That's what those pushy thoughts originate from, now why would your mind convince you to do something--why would you convince you?? Are you not you? So what's doing the marketing? There's more I could go into with this. But all I want to leave you with is this: spiritual warfare is very real. This isn't Genesis 6 stuff, they're influencing all of us and largely unnoticed. This is one of the first generations in history that doesn't understand this as common knowledge, I mean they've been practicing this stuff for centuries and lately the sales pitch has been "Gods not real this world and it's surface level materialism is all there is". Yet I want to tell you in truth, it is my hearts desire to lay this before your eyes and inform you that there is a daily struggle being waged over your mind your will your emotions and most importantly like the hard drive to a computer system "your soul". That thing on the other side that is making the cup slide is just thrilled to death we would even give it the time of day. Yet we KNOW the God of the universe the very thing it also fears the most and I'm telling you that thing has nothing to offer you--except side effects and more problems like a little 14 yr old in your house who keeps using the last of the toilet paper and won't go get a job.

    Lastly I wanted to share this: most psychologists would agree that we as people emulate the personality traits of those who we spend the most time around. If we spend alot of time with Jesus we will begin to behave and even act like him. This is why long distance relationships are hard. God isn't out there so far that you have to pick up the phone and hope don't get a busy signal or have to leave another voicemail, we send these quick text messages of prayer like requests without understanding every thought and desire you experience He is not surprised by. He already knows you yet he  doesn't want a 'long-distance relationship, He wants a personal, deep heartfelt one, where every desire is cast at the foot of the cross and every ill-conceived thought of doubt, anger and fear is cast at the foot of the cross. Who wants us to experience a love so vast, so wide and so deep that all he says is "give me your sins" I will carry them myself all the way the way to Calvary all to cure your heart and minds. Do you know him? Because you got to have him. 

"I want you to know...no matter who you are.. that God is very, very Real.... and He loves you more than you can even know.... As people we have trouble understanding what that love is, and also not fully understanding what the love of God Himself is" -Trey Smith.  

The motivation behind NY Best Sellers (authors) and their worldviews: A search for God

      This is a question that interests me. When one reads a great book it is always important to see what motivates the author?

Some people write them because their faith is a tyranny,  being afraid of the emotional power of faith they seek an escape---so they use reason to subvert faith.

Others wish to devalue established ideals in the hope of introducing a new systematic code of conduct. The result is a misleading one, and plunges the reader into a tangled web of subjective realities created in the powerful illusion of the authors mind.

We should always question the underlying basis and motivation for any book/movie and NY Times Bestseller in order to formulate your own assumptions for why that book is popular? And how can it correlate to fixing societies problems? Star Wars for example; George Lucas was an inclusionist, his idea of religion involved incorporating ideas of faith, good vs evil, spiritual auras, divine destinies, on the basis of conviction and self sacrifice. Harry Potter follows these themes throughout as well.

For example what is the underlying groundwork the forces of darkness pitch in Star Wars and Harry Potter in order to dupe its prospects? The same ideals that swung the most righteously ardent into the most sinister of evil characters in these works: Power and greed, the same lie a human being fell for 6,000 years ago in a garden.

So what I am getting at is this: When one approaches the topic of reality and religion with an open mind it can be easy not overly difficult to understand truth vs certain deception.

      My first question I would ask to the world and notable historians is this: why is there a search for the historical Jesus? The next question would be how would you prove such a person did exist? Obviously if you would want to prove Jesus is God you would need evidence from God: a document or statement that was demonstrably divine, exhibiting qualities eternity, infinity or omnipotence and as these qualities cannot be comprehended by human beings the chances of us recognizing such a divine testimony is slim. But supposing you just wanted to prove there was a human being such as the Son of God?

How does someone demonstrate someone lived 2,000 years ago? There is no physical evidence, no remains that can be exhumed, no photograph or painting outside of the shroud of turin (which is in itself highly controversial) that could be examined for clues. It comes as a shock you can't prove the existence of anyone from the past! Not in the sense you can prove the piece of fish that made you ill last night was contaminated by mercury poisoning. You just know it was a bad fish based on how you felt, which is exactly where faith, based on substantiated conviction comes into play. Napolean, Pontius Pilate, Abraham Lincoln for example: how do you know they existed? Can you weigh them? Examine their chemical composition, understand their genetic structure except in genetic terms? No you cant, but one thing is for sure all 3 of these figures, wrote about this man Jesus Christ and throughout their own personal lives were very influenced by Him.

     The First thing we need to understand is that in every single case where we react to a historical figure, we are reacting to the ideas those people had in their lifetime and how those same ideals apply to your personal life, thus shaping your worldview. Look at the 'evidence' we have for the existence of Jesus. In every single case it turns into the evidence of what people during his lifetime and to a greater extent after his time believed about him, which also shaped their 'worldview' and altered their destinies. This is normal and true for all of what we regard as historical. History is a record not of facts but of beliefs, and all throughout history the underlying theme for the worlds problems that perpetuates at compound interest is a faulty belief system based on greed and power, opposed to humility and love which were chief character traits of Jesus Christ himself.

Now this is not the same as saying history is unknowable or imaginative. We and our ancestors are capable of comprehending what happens to us and evaluating those experiences to some degree of light, sometimes however that light is filtered by this little personal irritant that gets called 'the ego'. Now for example one of the most educated men of his day 'the apostle Paul' understood the significance of surrendering the ego and its desires to the will of a higher power. Paul was not concerned with the life and facts of Jesus existence. A blinding light from heaven was more than enough to awaken him from his stubborn spiritual slumber into a newly enlightened mindset. No he was not concerned with the trivial details of his life but of his death, and how that death brought new spiritual life to us "For me to live is Christ and to die is gain" Phil 1:21

My final and last point has to do with "insurrectionist" or "System upheavals" There have been countless riots inspired by riotous leaders throughout history which led to political reformation. You can track it back to "Korahs rebellion" in the early stages o f the Bible. Or even Spartacus, who like Jesus was brutally crucified. History once again is full of a record of "beliefs" opposed to "facts". I am merely questioning the motives behind these movements. Lets go back to Nietzsches statement "God is dead" given as revealed truth. The moral law as found in the Ten Commandments was being declared by Nietzsche as shattered, irrelevant. He was stating that the world of spirit was not the essence of the world. And he was rejecting the great moral teachings of Jesus, which expanded the truths of the Ten Commandments and made a new, non-legalistic basis for morality possible in our fallen and sinful world. This is what what happens when we remove God from the equation and trust to subjective truths and moral relativism. Bear in mind Nietzsche had a deep influence on Hitlers motives and dogmatic thinking. This new type of thinking would be characterized as having a "will to power," the power to literally create and even reverse moral values in a fundamental way. Nietzsche called this the "transvaluation" of values. Although various attempts have been made to formulate and formalize these "new values," no document with the authority and power of the Ten Commandments or the Sermon on the Mount as found in the Gospel of Matthew has yet been written. But there is a New Ten Commandments being promoted throughout all Western institutions. Although undocumented, it is insidious and pervasive. It is a synthesis of the deconstructed concepts that have driven Western civilization since the pre-Socratics and up through the 19th century. To describe it as "political correctness" or "leftism" would be true, but it would also be an oversimplification. This ("supermen,") thinking  albeit without the cape and large red S on a blue shirt, acts on new principles whereby the "bad" is transformed into good. Thus, compassion and kindness would be "weakness," and ruthless, unprincipled domination of others would be "strength." We see this happening in our world today as it steadily wanders from a Judeo-Christian worldview. I am saying that the reason you don't see Christians rioting and publically demonstrating is for one reason only. Their beliefs don't allow it. Quotes from the bible such as "So far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all" "honor the emperor" etc. would inhibit such a large large sweeping reformation. 

The Zombie Zoo (We are currently all in)

"All down the street they're standin' in line with white lipstick and one thing on their mind. Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse. Underneath the paint you're just a little girl.

She disappears at sunrise, I wonder where she goes until the night comes fallin' down again she shows up with her friends half-alive.

You can make a big impression or go through life unseen. You might wind up restricted and over seventeen. It's so hard to be careful, so easy to be led somewhere beyond the pavement you'll find the living dead"

This is some lyrics of Tom Petty's song "zombie zoo". Yet shockingly to most, I believe we are all we all are participants in a bizarre and surreal type of "zombie zoo", either we are walking spiritually dead human beings or regenerated spirits renewed with the inner workings of the Holy Spirit.

In CS Lewis book "Till we have faces" the king of Glome sacrifices his beloved daughter to the gods in order to appease them. He gives up his prettiest and most well liked daughter. She describes her experience to her sister on the morning where she is to be carried up to the mountain and tied to a pole as this: "I wasn't in my right mind when we left the palace. Before the two temple girls began painting and dressing me they gave me a sweet, sticky stuff to drink--a drug, as I guess--for soon after I had swallowed it , everything went dreamlike, and the painting on my face helped the dreaminess too. It made my face stiff till it didn't seem to be my own face, I couldn't feel it was I who was being sacrificed. And then the music and incense and the torches made it more so. I saw you, Orual at the top of the stairwell, but I couldn't even lift a hand to wave to you; my arms were as heavy as lead. And in a sense, it was wasn't it? You'd think the cold air would have given me my mind back when we came out of the grass gates, but the drug must have been still coming to its full power. I had no fear, joy either. Sitting there on that litter up above the heads was a strange enough experience anyway. I began to know that something dreadful was being done to me. Then for the first time I tried to call out I tried to speak that I was just poor Istra., it couldn't be me they meant to kill. "Give her some more" the priest with the a bird headed mask called out. They then put a sweet sticky cup to my lips again."

Now I wanted to use Tom Petty's song and this short script to tie together some of the enemies deceptive schemes. Who is really inside the mask? The veil we all put on that causes so much chaos, identity crisis and upheaval within. Who is this one who "paints on faces to help dreaminess til it makes ones face stiff and no longer even seem our own?" The one puppet master orchestrating the show? Satan will try his best to throw a very convincing pitch line "this world and it's surface level materialism is all that's real" his convincing arguments are not very unlike doctoring up the troll to make it seem less menacing, or the disguised wolf in little red riding hood; the world and its careless frivolities seem so innocuous and harmless, like "dolled up zombies" with decay and death lying dormant underneath the pent up facade. He tries his damnedest to convince us we are in control of our own destinies---even that we will one day live forever in a better world--- just get through this current biological freak show, this maize of difficulties will lead you to a better home, just believe in YOURSELF, you are awesome, just will your way to beat this cancer, this pain, this guilt is merely your conscious playing tricks on you, let your heart be the compass of your soul--- while all around us bodies are failing, friends are dying, wars are raging and chaos is reigning. There are many ploys the enemy uses to lull us into a spiritual slumber until that day overtakes us as a "thief in the night". Drugs, alcohol, sexual manipulations, political power struggles, surround us all. Many of us are not in our right mind in this place. I can attest to this. My mind wanders back to a house full of strobe lights, a tightly packed crowd of sweaty youths that moved in harmony with slurred speech, words of songs that seemed to come out now as gibberish, people moseying about with intoxicated smiles pasted across faces, when your drunk, high or strung out it can be hard to focus on these kind of details.

Rock shows, sleazy night clubs, provocative college bars, seedy underworlds become like a like a seedy pastime, giggles, flirts feels with drug induced chatter, with nameless ladies slithering around this way and that. Excessive cesspools backrooms and private balconies over crowds, the kind of venues that sell glowing liquids in test tubes. Life can easily become a real freak show if you let it. Eyes have to learn to adjust to the constant spinning and spiraling of lights that dance to beats from a dozen different DJ booths. The human body can even come to accept the affects of intense psychedelic drugs as the normal state of things.

What does the enemy offer us but cheap fixes and drugs of choice as solutions to deep rooted emotional and psychological problems? categorized types of narcotics in abundant supply, well organized yet uncatalogued types of acid, a few forms of ecstasy, premier joints of high grade marijuana, a baggie or two of chemically perfected crystal meth, black tar heroine and to top it all off a good pinch of powder cocaine. The end result is we all find ourselves with horrible hangovers and vivid recollections of unsolicited boozy blurs and raunchy nights. Yet always craving more...

We all have been there, some of us have sunk deeper and plummeted further into this downward spiral of addictions and the result is always, dissatisfaction, anger, self-hatred, bitterness, regret, sorrow, pain and misery, so with all these side affects we live for that ever elusive high, that same octane high that once brought such an ecstatic state of emotional well being. Yet it will never be obtained, the first time is like you biting on Satans bait, you saw the enticing lure, you want to feel great, peer pressure and persuasion convince you to take a bite out of that. There it is right at eye level, everyone's doing it, after all I deserve this its been a stressful week "what the hell" All at once *whomph* and you think I really got something there--the demon on the other end of the line as he sets the hook and reels is saying "I was thinking the same thing".

Jesus mentions that he cannot tempt one to sin but all are tempted when they are "lured" and "enticed" by their own desire. To this I would say "who is doing the luring and enticing?" In order to be lured and enticed you have to have "lure-er" and "enticer". Demons and their gangs have been observing us since the creation of the first man, they take note of certain behavioral patterns, invoke generational curses through the bloodlines and assist in destructive behavioral patterns. Satan wants to cleverly dupe and manipulate as many souls as possible to share his fiery fate with him, so he uses, short tricks and thrills, addictive substances and narcissistic behavioral patterns to help him in his mission.

What is the pitch Satan? When all men are deceived and cleverly manipulated, you will get your kingdom? His crime is the same one that condemns all mankind: "they listened to him"

Satans biggest blow is when the Son of Man was born into the world. Like the "scapegoat" in the popular show "Arrow" who was so promised he would receive his daughters freedom if he went in front of the camera to national news and convinced them this current nuclear crisis was all his fault, when he was in fact innocent. He was dolled up for the part, dressed up in the enemy countries clothing and pronounced to the national media in front of myriads of cameras that he was the one who orchestrated the current missile crises and national devastation to his native homeland. Once he did that and the cameras stopped rolling they immediately shot him between the eyes, then they killed his daughter soon after. Satan in the same way has no use for us and sees us as pawns on a chessboard. Once we put on he enemies clothing, buy into the lie, hook line and sinker, the promise of eternal splendor and honor...then we are just puppets, duped prospects if you will, following blindly his bidding... They are all conduits if you will to work out his sinister will.

In the same way Jesus took on the garment of our manhood, became our scapegoat and stood in the way of his fathers wrath and said "I did it, it was me. It's all my fault" as long as you absolve these people and "let them go their way".

Movies are strewn throughout with a redemptive "heroic" element to them. At the ending and stirring climax of I-Robot. Will Smith is standing behind the glass with tears in his eyes screaming "You are sick!" I have the cure!" Yet those cries fell on deaf ears, they were all blind zombies who could not understand. He then sacrifices himself with a grenade, while giving away the cure. That to me is a huge Christ-like analogy.

I want you to know...no matter who you are.. that God is very, very Real.... and He loves you more than you can even know.... As people we have trouble understanding what that love is, and also not fully understanding what the love of God Himself is. Jesus used countless analogies and parables throughout his time on earth. I like to us the zombie analogies to help understand depravity, try to picture a bloodthirsty carnivorous freak, just see it in your mind for a second, okay, spiritually speaking that's you, a spiritual apocalypse is sweeping across our nation, the enemy is using deception and illusions, lulling many into a spiritual slumber, even in something as innocent as Disney the illuminati, warped illusions and hidden agendas are clear, the more you look into it. Basically, we're all not right in the head the sin virus has infiltrated our central nervous system. We only wish to devour another, many times this is not physical, we feast on peoples failures. It's mental, psychological not always tangible but we do attack others in order to gain ill conceived nourishment. In the pre-flood days there were giants and hybrid angels that would literally rape the woman and consume the men, this is not fantasy this was reality. Without God we have a complete apocalyptic nightmare as it is quoted "watch out that you are not consumed by one another" I doubt this is referring to physical consummation. Yet God gave us a conscious an innate knowledge of right and wrong so we will be aware of our deeds, without that conscious we are all spiritual zombies. 

There is so many more but I would like to conclude with this, it is the end of my story, but its not a story I made up, deeper subliminal hints echo of a deeper truth that this life is not a mere accident or a joke. And time is running out for all of us. Thanks be to God and Our lord Jesus though for giving us the victory.

"Human life has always been lived on the edge of a precipice, it has always existed under the shadow of something infinitely more important than itself" -CS Lewis

Will there be rules in heaven?

I personally believe there will be no rules in heaven, for what are rules but a measurement of restraint? We are naturally born with a wrongful bent inclination to do what is not right. And what is not right but a series of wrongs? Plato himself was quoted to say “I am the wisest man alive, for I know one thing, and that is that I know nothing"

What Plato realized was the starting point we must all arrive at. Is this not the beginning of wisdom? Even Paul himself agreed to the hidden truth of godliness being a mystery as to a riddle needing to be solved. Beyond all question, the mystery from which true godliness springs is great: The great eternal riddle..the mystery of the ages.

We must "sort out the madness" so to speak. that is our goal, in order to take hold of our eternal destiny by seeing what is real life.

For life is a fickle thing. It seems life brings us more loss than success, more pain than gain and yet, in spite of all that: we fight tooth and nail to hang on 'despite the hardships' to life for just another 5 minutes. Whatever the pain that attends life, we desire to keep experiencing it. Because the other side is shrouded in mystique we've never experienced, we would rather bear the ills we have, than embrace the uncertainty of the unknown. He then says "Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all" -Plato

Author and film maker, Trey Smith greatly influenced my current thinking, if you havent heard of him watch his Youtube documentaries. "Entities" for one is a no-nonsense account about the machinery behind our current world...... and this exclusionary thing we call reality coupled the current level of deception, of evil ones harvesting the souls of those creatures (humans) and the matrix --the machine---

As was once stated:

"I once dreamed of a world unhindered by machines..."

That world exists..just not in this dimension..

The machinary are the demons behind the scenes manipulating the structures surrounding us..they follow their leader Satan and their aim is your perdition, we all have them, vile enemies of the soul...But they fight a losing war like the CSA after Gettysburg, Calvary was their "Waterloo" or the high water mark of the rebellion...

I've felt like an ant with 6 legs, stumbling and struggling with a heavy load six times heavier than my body weight. Such an ant was found in the book "Till We Have Faces" in Oruals vision. To make a picture of the pieces, you have to be a right piece in order to connect where God wants to connect you, for we were all eternal beings, life does not end anywhere, death is merely a transition unto that which is real life, a higher form of pleasure, we were designed to co-author eternity with the most high.

If we are transformed into a new likeness, one like Jesus, then our desires will change as well; a propensity to sin will be completely removed with a fervent desire for good works and godliness. Can you imagine a world where joy will be unending? Pain done away with, forever and ever, where restrictions are removed since our new nature and appreciation for God will be transformed. Free will was and always will be there but due to the understanding of the depravity of sin that we are experiencing in this world, and that understanding is all in order that we may appreciate Christ that much more in the next, when the struggle will be ended. We will not be robots forced to obey his will but newborn saints filled with deep appreciation and awe for what our Savior has done for us. Without the cross, we could never understand the fullness of Jesus love for us. Measures of restraint will be removed.

For what is the Law? "It was added because of transgressions, and how would we know what it was to covet, or to lust, or to steal without the law?  This is what Paul is stating in the New Testament. Now that the fullness of all our transgression are removed through the power of the cross we can "respond" to others in gratitude.

I used to think Jesus and the cross was an old story that happened 2,000 years ago, about a man "Jesus" who did alto of good things, made some bold claims and was crucified. But now I see a clearer picture as my relationship with him grows. I see the cross and its power as ongoing, following his saints throughout history with every drop of blood covering future transgressions, even those we have yet to commit. It is not just some story in history, or some ethereal experience. What happened on that cross 2,000 years ago still follows us today, and the blood of Christ is continually pleaded over our sins by the intercession of our Savior as I type these very words....kind of changes your perspective a bit when you get to know Jesus in this way. 

UNDOING AN AVATAR OF FALSE EMOTIONS

     When we are self-focused, looking "inside ourselves" for truth and using what we see there as the baseline of our reality, we will see either a saint or a villain; the wisest person on earth or the stupidest. Since we never get a clear picture of the real "us", due to the fluctuation we experience on a daily basis our view of reality gets distorted. We seek to be praised to cover-up an exposed insecurity and shame opposed to understanding our shame is normal and God has removed that from us, instead of gratitude, we seek something else. A vile exchange transpires, soon we become so confused and lost that we give up trying to figure out who we really are and create an "avatar" to project to the world. We dig deep into what we wish we really were like and then try and pretend to be that kind of person. Some of us have been doing this for a very long time already--this is why we have fewer and fewer authentic and healthy relationships. But let us be reminded we are all fully known and yet still, fully loved. Its okay to air out some dirty laundry, that closet isn't a closet to God, and skeletons and roaches aren't concealed from the gaze of the almighty. He stands there armed to the teeth as the divine exterminator ready to hall the skeletons out in caskets and exterminate the roaches with incredulous efficiency, attention to detail is not lacking when Jesus is let in to these closets of shame. He removes, heals and walks out as if the closet had been clean the whole time and nothing out of the ordinary was amiss.

    Once we become aware we have a problem we begin to seek solutions in temporary fixes or allusions of beautiful retreats away from the confines of difficult daily living, yet we don't really know what we want, for we wont know real beauty until we have faces that properly mirror that glory that we all in some way shape or form seek after. And what the holy spirit reveals to us is an awakening and newborn desire to be brought into the community of the blessed Trinity; to become one with the infinite and blend in with the maker who spoke into existence the cosmos.  

    However a redemptve plan had to take place for this newborn spiritual desire to take root in our hearts.The composition of the trinity was forever altered when Jesus came in disguise. Moved by mercy, He removed the insignia of his majesty, to be found without form or majesty, but not so in power, this is what Paul is referring to when He says "his body is weak but his words are strong" Worldly fluctuations in appearance and form is not what is real. What is unseen (thoughts, emotions, feelings) is more the real in the sense than what is seen, for our faces can mask emotions, we can lie, in Gods presence, those transformed faces cannot, indeed because they wish not too, every irrational thought and desire is done away with and we are known as we've always been known, naked before God, perfect beauty instead of concealed shame. In a way I see this as a false image we put on. An avatar so to speak. Lets all keep in mind that, while emotions are real, they are undependable, unreliable, inconsistent, and they change from one moment to another, often rapidly. Making decisions entirely based off emotions is like allowing a drunk to get behind the wheel of a school bus.--the bus will be all over the road and it isn't going to turn out well for anyone. Emotions should have a 'seat' on the bus, just not the drivers seat. The #1 antidote for living life based on the emotions we feel, is to remind ourselves: feelings are real! They just aren't fact. This is what I feel but this is what is true. This struggle will go on for most of our lives. For we all wage war, well those fighting the good fight wage war, others are succumbing to the irrational animalistic side of their nature. The spiritual being that is the 'real you' is incarcerated inside a wordly shell of false emotions. Like an acorn seed itself, it cannot grow unless watered (by the word) and transformed into what it was created to be. Germinate! We all must poke our heads outside the topsoil into that which is real life and continue to ask for the healing rays of the sunshine and bask in the fresh rain of the divine comforter. Without which we shall surely perish.

     Now back to my idea of the "avatar", this front or pretense we put on, begins to get phonier, more false, more unauthentic, more selfish and more demanding. As a result we become disillusioned and less personable. This avatar (false image) becomes an idol. Preserving the image demands and receives more and more of our attention, more and more of our energy, more and more of our life. And we demand that others help preserve the image, making them accomplices in our identity crises. If others do not co-operate, then our internally -focused, self absorbed sense of entitlement causes us to spiral down into depression, bitterness and even more. For we become more embittered when we watch people interact with the avatar (because we are safely hidden behind it) all the while knowing in our heart that the people who like and enjoy the avatar don't really like and enjoy us. We maintain this pattern as we strive to preserve a situation we have created that brings us the opposite of what we should really be after because we are acting like a someone, or thing, contrary to what the divine maker intended for us--authentic vulnerability---a true lasting fellowship with no crutches of deceit. For any other result, ends in us being less real, less seen, less liked, less connected and we end up with so much less than what God really intends for us to want and need. "Facebook, Instagram, to me are prime examples of avatars". Not that these social networking sites are inherently bad, many times we just build up an inauthentic  image we don't like tarnished. But when we are rooted in Christ, the doing flows naturally from the being. Here's an example: a peach tree never thinks "Iv'e got to grow peaches, I've got to grow peaches!" It just grows peaches, because that is what a peach tree--is, so long as it is watered and properly pruned (In this case by the word of God). Our being "in christ" will naturally flow"with the doing (fruits of the holy spirit). 

   When we focus our attention on Christ and what He believes about us, that we are his "poima" according to the Greek, Paul's use of the word "workmanship" is actually  "masterpeice" or living breathing poem, created anew in Christ Jesus, so all those good things he originally planned for us could be our way of life. Not an identity that is inwardly focused on trivial things. Yet a living breathing authentic representation of Gods work. A masterpiece from the hand of the creator. There is inherent worth and honor in being His "poema" or poem. And responsibility as well. For being His "visible expression" means we need to prayerfully seek to have a solid hold on our inherent worth, and find it in Christ, based on what He has already done for us, not based on anything this world says about you to be true. Spoiler alert! its all a lie. God sent his most valuable possession to made a mockery of, spit beaten and staked to a tree all so you could understand how valuable you being made in Gods image really signifies. And its better, ohh far better and more inconceivable than anything you could possibly ever imagine and know. For just as the master artisian seeks to express His heart and mind through his work so the Creator seeks to express His heart and mind through you.