Heaven and Earth!

In unison, Mystics and Witch Doctors chant, "Sacrifice!"

"Always give your best." they say. Do this without question and you will discover a "peace that surpasses all understanding." - Philippians 4:7.

As payment for your sacrifice, they will sell you on the concept that your idea of Heaven awaits you. "Find comfort in this knowledge for it will assist you in enduring your Hell on Earth." They say.

As sacrifices fall into Mystic pockets, they fail to reveal that the offerings received revert men into mindless animals. As you are giving, the mystics continually program you to "feel and believe." Don't "think and understand!" It is the production of unthinking, feeling, scared, mindless, sacrificial animals that are the very source of Hell on Earth.

Reverend Reason says:

"Don't sacrifice!" Heaven is right here and ready for your direction.

You do not need someone to sell you something you are entitled to. You can produce your own utopia, defined by your own standards and perceptions of reality. Just take charge and build it yourself? The job will not be easy. You will have to let go of some knowledge that has been given falsely. You will also have to discover some knowledge that has never been disclosed.

Through the process, you will discover a strong, reasonable, self actualized person who needs nothing save himself and people of equal integrity. Of course, that person will be you.

To Love:

To build your Heaven, you must value your mind and reason as the greatest possessions you own.

To Cherish:

You must constantly glorify and defend the freedom to think, choose, and produce, in pursuing your ultimate vision of Love and Peace.

To Have and To Hold:

Respect every man, not for their capacity to sacrifice, but for their potential as a "Reality Heaven Builder." See each person as a "God," self regulated only by his or her perception of reality and the perceptions of reality within others.

John Lennon song "Imagine" had it wrong. Heaven and Hell is not the illusive, unimaginable, concept that Mystics tease you with while steeling your life's energy. Heaven is reality, if you choose to see it. It is here and now, waiting for you to build upon it.

Love!

Academic - Love is a positive emotional summation within one's mental registers. It is an award given to one's self in the acknowledgment and admiration of characteristics, or the desire to possess said characteristics, within another.

Emotional - Love is the ultimate passion for the ultimate height.

Philosophical - Love is the upward glance.

Artistic - Love is the complete surrender to one's own perfect vision.

Whimsical - Love is the ultimate merit badge.



What is your definition of love?

Do you have a definition?

Was your definition handed to you or did you formulate it on your own?

Does it fit within your mental construct of reality?

Does it fit your self identity?

Who do you love?

Do you love yourself?

Human Sacrifice!

After careful reflection, I realized that I inadvertently performed a "Fight Club" style
human sacrifice this past weekend.

The results were unimagined.

A lone blog post pointed at a persons misery struck so hard, the impact sent this victim screaming for help from their master tribal leaders.

The comment was designed to promote positive action and dialog via anger. A similar comment was sent once before and received in amusement.

The latest comment turned into an expression that reveals this persons reality.

After my disbelief subsided from the targets reaction, I encountered a few immature verbal attacks from said tribal leaders. Their comments were unconcerned for the welfare of the injured. Instead, they were engulfed in lobbing personal insults and the ever wonderful high school sentiment, "I'm gonna kick your ass.... chicken."

These comments revealed the nature of the victim's "support group". Banality and loyalty is preferred over growth and maturity. Philosophically, they are more comfortable in grass huts and around camp fires than the sky scrappers and knowledge that is available to all men.

I turned to the injured and, like a mugger with a philosophical weapon, I offered a choice.

"Your strength for your life!"

This was my condition as opposed to the standard "gimme all your money!" The victim had heard that threat before by a member of a similar tribe.

I told the victim to call me and and hit me in the ear as hard as they could.

Deep inside, I wanted to be the symbol of the victims suffering and I wanted to be rejected.

I wanted the victim to reject being a victim. Calling me would take courage. Telling me to "FUCK OFF" would take strength. Embracing these concepts would have given the victim power over pain and suffering. That would have been a beautiful vision. That would have been true victory.

Avoiding the symbol would be acknowledgment that pain and suffering was in control. It would be acceptance of tribal weakness, misery, co-dependency, death.

I heard nothing but silence.

"BAM."

Ironically, the trigger, that delivered the piercing slugs was squeezed by the victims own finger.

I witnessed the corpse of strength and courage slump over and hit the ground with a grotesque thud.

Strength and courage died behind a blog convenience store, next to a dumpster where frequent dives were made to bring offerings of fat to tribal leaders.

It should noted that, in accordance with company policy, I used the indefinite articles "they" and "their" versus he and she.

Finally, all of the comments in this blog blend reality, philosophy, and fiction together so precisely, like a finely crafted soap, that it even causes me to pause.

Que the cigarette burn and subliminal male genitalia.

Internet Collectivism.

"The advocates of collectivism are motivated not by a desire for men's happiness, but by hatred for man … hatred of the good for being the good; … the focus of that hatred, the target of its passionate fury, is the man of ability."

"An Untitled Letter," Philosophy: Who Needs It, 102. Ayn Rand

This photo illustrates the apex of individual courage versus the true nature of collectivist thought.

Warm smell of the herd.

I watched a fellow cow adopt the incredulous attitude of indignation from the herd.

One sentence to my friend cow hit her so hard that she ran screaming for shelter under the tits of other cows.

They mooed how rude and mean I was for bring her issues in front of the pasture.

I thought this was odd given that the insulted cow displayed her misery out on the public pastures on a daily basis.

"If she felt comfortable sharing her misery in front of the other cows, why couldn't I point out the issues that produced the misery."

Of course the problem was that this sheltered cow wanted to pepper her issues with flavors that were pleasing and entertaining to the heard. After all, we have to consider the opinions of udders. "Entertaining the herd was paramount to focusing on issues behind the misery."

When the raw, ugly, hamburger of uncensored facts was presented in the pasture, I was the meanest, most insensitive cow in the world. Yet she didn't seem to have a problem giving me the raw burger in private, over by the fence.

I think that the raw, ugly, cow life that she hated existed not because she was an unworthy cow. The ugly life that she suffered from existed because she cared more about the opinions of udder cows than the issues surrounding her misery.

Unfortunately, while she was hiding under a chandeliers of udders, she could not tell which of the other cows were stepping all over her while the herd was mooing at my atrocity.

After much weeping and gnashing of cud, she finally pulled her head out from the milk nozzles just long enough to moo "go away meanie cow."

I wanted the best for this cow. Still do.

One day, she will realize that the warm smell of the herd is just an empty stinky smell. The cows only cared for her to the extent of her delicious, seasoned misery. Fear, Guilt and pity hamburger is what they craved. The strength and courage in the grass was not very tasty.

I hope a farmer of character, courage, and ability finds her along her way. Maybe he or she will point her to a sacred field. In her journey, the farmer will whisper in her ear that happiness comes from within. Not from the ground view of cow tits.

Maybe in her new field, she will become an independent cow. She will stand tall and proud in her pasture. Her baby calves will be happy and discipled.

Hopefully, she and her calves will be far upwind and distant from the warm smelly herd when they are carted off to the rendering plants of mediocrity.

Goodbye Hope.

Control!

There are so many people in the world that are controlled by other people. It is as if they are on an emotional leash.

People are controlled with fear.

Could be the fear of the wrath of God. Fear of loss of our most valued possessions. Fear produced by fist, guns, and pain. Fear of the loss of security. Fear of the loss of identity. Fear of the loss of a marriage. Fear of the loss of children. Fear of the loss of friends.

What do you fear? Who fears you?

People are controlled through guilt.

Guilt of some past "X." Could be exposure of a guarded secret. A heinous crime. The sin of being born. Guilt of not being a good mother. Guilt of drug abuse. Guilt of anything.

Where does your guilt come from? From yourself? From men?

People are controlled through pity.

You owe someone something because you have wealth. You were given a better life than someone else so you owe them. God pitied you so much that he sacrificed his son. You must sacrifice as well. You owe "X." "X" is determined by the amount pity you swallow.

Who do you pity? Who pities you?

Are you tied by fear, guilt and pity? Does someone have you on a leash? When you hear fear, guilt, or pity, chances are you are being controlled by your own conscience with someone else pushing the button.

Protect your button.

Fear, guilt, and pity rob you of your greatness. They reduce you to the level of an unthinking animal. You have a choice. Do you want to think? Do you want to be free? Do you want happiness?

Ask yourself....are you tied? Does a person, god, or government use your values structure against you?

To be free, you must reject all forms of fear, guilt, and pity. Your master tools will be useless against you.



"Die for something or live for nothing........your call!" - Rambo IV / In Theaters Now.

Puzzle to solve!

To Understand: To Design: To Build: To Produce: To Sell: To Spend: To Admire:

These are the keys to my happiness. To expect more from my life would be insanity.

Before I understood the keys to my happiness, I was handed a puzzle to solve.

A mystical, bi-polar god wanted to bless and curse me at the same time. The puzzle was to figure out "why." Like a brain hand grenade, once the pin was pulled, I could not put the puzzle down or I would always be cursed and never blessed. Now conscience of the puzzle, I must pull the pin on this puzzle because the lithium deficient god created it and because I owed him, it was my duty to throw myself on this mental explosive.

If I refused to kneel to the wishes of this entity, I would be forced to play.

There was only one simple rule for the puzzle. While pursuing the incomprehensible, I was to sacrifice something. The price of the sacrifice was up to the people who handed me the puzzle.

It took me 17 years to figure out the answer to that shell game.

Don't play!

It takes an unmeasurable amount of courage to break through the false puzzles given by others. This is why the con-game of mysticism persist to this day.

With copious amounts of heartache, soul searching, and deprogramming, I have finally become comfortable with the concept that "I" am God of my life.

With great power comes great responsibility.

My values and happiness are "My" responsibility. It is not my wife's responsibility. It is not my step-children's. It is not my parents. It is not my friends. It is not some supernatural bipolar entity's. It is mine alone.

It is also my responsibility to live within the walls of my environment.

To do so, I must understand my world. I must design a path through it. I must build a life with those of my choosing. I must produce to live. I must sell my thoughts. I must spend to buy the thoughts of others. I must admire the interaction of myself within the entire process.