The Conundrum of Power
So what is it now? We can browse through the prophecies and find it - primarily,
I suppose, we should call it "the Iron Rod". So, the Son that the woman from
Revelation 12 gave birth to would rule with an 'Iron Rod' - as, perhaps important,
different from an 'Iron Fist'.
But something seems wrong about the interpretation I'm currently leaning on. Well.
It is however also a matter of interpretation.
A matter of how events unfold.
Different places follow different rules - and the way a seed grows to break to
the surface isn't always the same.
So it is to me also a rule to not judge. Another conundrum, it seems, when somehow
some kind of justice is to be had. Hmm ... Justice.
Well. Something to that extent was what we ended up on, or what I calmed down over,
and with that - things I felt needed addressing didn't really need any addressing
anymore - technically, outside of something to the effect of "Hey! Over here!".
Well. Then there's the whole thing about freedom and free will and all that - the part
where we, I think, have to be careful not to lose our autonomy within the convenience
of having others take care of everything.
That - greatly - within the confines of the social construct. And to that end, at the
heart of it all, as a religious community we are here implicitly concerned about our
selves first. Which is to say that amongst ourselves we produce our own social
construct. It is/would-be/should-be our goal to act as a whole - and to ... uhm, yea.
To spice or lighten things up a bit - we can move our 'treasures' into the spotlight
but like, being casual about it. It's like - a power source, should anyone wonder. But
to us, eventually, they take a secondary place because life goes on like that.
Well. This is a fantasy - which would possibly require very specific conditions to
unfold like that. And ahw, my head is full of such nonsense.
But OK. Justice. Should it be so that our senses of Justice collide, we have a bit of
a problem - depending on how much tolerance there is. Justice eventually means
Vengeance, or Punishment. Consequences. Action in service of an imposed or implied
Order.
To fight for Justice usually involves a perceived injustice - and over time, so we
would think, we'd come to a better and better understanding of what to call justice.
But when our perception of Justice gets polarized to the point that we're at odds
with each other, to the point that one must worry for their lives, we're kind of back
in Sodom and Gomorrah territory. And so, what good would the Sacrifice of Christ be
or have been - if that were to be the end of it?
Is the truth, as they say, a Dark Gospel?
Is it in our Power?
If so, which way ... to Glory?
So, yea. It ... so, here's the thing:
First: Democratic Unity is found and based on that Political Growth is achieved.
Second: Once the congruence of the Democratic Unity supercedes that of the Political
Sphere, a shift in the balance of power is practically inevitable.
So, my hopes are that I reach everyone. Or so, as the Bible puts it, at least those
that haven't accepted the Mark of the Beast or those with God's Seal on their
forehead - well, however - actually just everyone. If you have ears to hear and so
on. So, that when I talk about us - I'm not talking about some fringe group that's
somehow lost in the greater sea of society. But I am talking about everyone -
well - assuming that we all want roughly the same.
I'm talking about bridging the divides, finding agreeable common grounds - harmony
with God, a Righteous tomorrow.
But who are we? I keep asking.
What are we, when we are?
It makes sense, in a way, that we're like ... perpetually stuck. The moment that walls
go up, it would seem, they're doomed to fall. But, open hand or closed fist - does it
make a difference?
I would think it does.
And yet - understanding what it is that we want ... . We're warned - I suppose - that
the Beast has the strength to overcome the saints. So, to that end at least ... we
kind of have to take the -L- I guess.
So - until ... .
Who are we?
Can we change it?
Who do WE want to be?
WHAT can we be?
What we are, individually ... is part of what we are at large.
Like a big creepy eye Monster perhaps.
Anyway. So - it would be an error on my part, if my mind was too stuck in its preconceptions
based on how it learned to read the Bible. To speak of this, well, pretty much black and
white divide. That there will be a point or moment at least, where this divide is made clear;
And there is a final 'us' that we're left with. However that should unfold.
Some of us might hold pitchforks while others hold pen and paper. Who knows?
What scripture keeps telling us however is that we should be steadfast. Prepared. Ready to
push on and overcome. And it is here, in our own constitution (metaphysical, structural)
to try and become what we want to be. Well. Sounds esoteric, utopic and ambitious ...
I mean - the idea is that. Whatever you might want to put on a poster or into a clip - whatever
propaganda - the vision would or should be a personal motivator. A place in which ones own
motivations can flourish. As we move on, we may have to learn the one or the other lesson
- shaking off our naivete, growing as we go.
To say: who knows what will come?
Isn't that exciting?
Scary? Fun? Frightening? I don't know what it should be. What it's supposed to
feel like. Hmm. I just know that feeling when I'm in a Boss Fight - and the heart starts
pounding. That's usually when I loose.
Missing the/a Magic Moment.
Perhaps the excitement is a symptom of the inner stupidity that bubbles up to the
surface.
So - here's hoping that I'm immune to my own.
Well.
As I grow - I'm worried that I might grow into a delusion. It's this weird abyss between
God and myself. Here it is a real thing that "God doesn't like to be tested". So, hoping
for a Miracle or some such thing - that's not really in the cards. That is not to say that
there is no such thing - it's saying ... that getting lost in dreams isn't the way forward.
In the meantime however, some amout of dreams is always present, for me, it's almost like
a fog ... . Some would align themselves so, that they have some time before they logically
expire. It's a constant battle against hopes and possibilities, seeing myself no way forward
or out of it.
And in the growing darkness, the Light eventually shrinks to a flickering flame - surrounded
by a harsh, cold wasteland.
So, it may not be much - what little convergence there is between myself and God, but what
there is, is between God and myself. And so I would put my mind onto things like ... what
consequences there are to the privileges I enjoy. And actually I'm not sure - and somehow
it seems crazy to ... .
Ugh, sorry.
But yea. I've grown, somehow. Through all of it. And I suppose I'm scared to accept ...
that. That aspect of reality is real enough for me to find comfort and peace in in.
I would even allow myself to be carried by it. But I don't find it to be real enough,
so - not even real enough to ... . Well. I suppose it's good for a joke or silly comment
sometimes. But, nothing that should attract any type of further inquisition.
But so, what can I say? I have a Throne above God. As in: On His head. Or is it just a
Place? Anyhow. That's one thing. Ever so often He insists that I'm around - and I usually
don't really understand what's going on. That's just in my head me being a conscious
flux - in a sense jumping from crazy to crazy, who knows?
Well.
So - through all that I expect to be ... well, what's the right word?
It doesn't matter.
But also - yea. It doesn't seem like I'm entitled to use force.
So ... in that regard I feel heavily ashamed of myself.
[*smash*]WOULD[*!!!*] ~ still
As there certainly is still that piece of truth in there. "But who's able to wield it?".
It should, eventually, not be much of a question. "Me of course!" XD ... . But seriously,
that's ... . Democracy. When I tell you what you want because you had no choice but to
vote for me! ... XD... just kidding.
If we have something to fight for - and that something is at real risk - there's the concept
of what a 'measured response' is. Which can range from walking away from a fight to calling
in the infantry. I suppose.
But ... who are we?
WHAT are we?
A safety web?
Thing is. I've been writing about my visions of "the Future" (a Utopia) on and off - it's
been a little over 11 years now - and while doing so there were different vibes that I
caught from it. In simple terms, there's like one version with and one version without a
militaristic back-bone.
Or multiple in different variations, but there's a distinctly different feeling that I get
from either of them. And based on that I have to argue that a Militaristic back-bone is
important to maintain some kind of stability.
So ... it's just. A simple baseline and if so - an expression of unity and social cohesion.
Which is ... also ... what I'm waiting for.
So ... there is no problem if there is no problem.
But if there is a problem - I wonder what it may be.
If there's something I can do.
It seems I can only sit things out and hope for the best.
Without a Militaristic Back-Bone, things would collapse and burn.
If there were a Map and we had a Pen to start drawing on that Map - the Military is basically
that Pen. Call it Scout Camp perhaps. It's more than just assets and possibilities. Ultimately
it is us. A part of us. And we would not hope for any wars.
But so, who are we?
What are we?
Who are WE, and who are We ... ???
What are we?
To find peace - is to find siblings. Comradery and Friendship. But what of those that would
be scared? "Read this!" - "Watch that!" - "It's OK, you just need time!". Hmm ...
So is the dream.
I mean ... from a pessimistic standpoint.
I was always under the impression that we should hold the Light up high, so that those that
thirst for it can find their way towards it.
Amen, Amen.
For what is life without a merry home?
Can we make it?
Oh, dire dreams ...
What remains when dreams fall apart? When hopes shatter?
Can we reach out - accross the rifts - and connect?
Make a whole out of many and make a point of it?
Can we grow towards being a whole.
Having our own identity?
Our own inward life?
What is that?
Beyond the smokes of my imagination?
Have I saved even just one?
Helped save?
Is it going to be alright?