The Illusion of Progress Vs The Endurance of Saints.

And one little doggie did not return unto his vomit…

If you’ve ever joined a Personals website, you’ve probably found that many foreign nationals scour the sites at random and respond to members, in an equally random manner, seeming to be searching for love links to American men, to save them from the squalor and inequity of their own nations. One of my favorites to hear from is Russia. There seems to be an entity out there, victimizing Russian women and sending photos and long, wordy, broken english entreaties for mates abroad. She/he/it has a talent for the descriptive and a cunning, though eventually obvious manner of speaking that is quite believable at first, but then insulting at the last and bitter as the winters are said to be long in the northern most regions of the same nation.

I’ve had fun trading emails with a few, as if I were a legitimnate lover (and I am!) but I’m merely and kindly playing with someone I may never meet. While, on the other hand, I sense, that if this entity could, he/she/it would not be as kind as they seem via email exchange in a face to face.

Bitterness, what life and joy and hope it breeds in the world! If we could only hatch a plan, or a plot even which might leave every last soul on the planet imbittered…Mark me now, we could write up a, ohh…we’ll call it a Constitution, or something proper like that. The average sucker will eat that up like American pie, and then we’ll add a Store and sell stuff the same suckers never did want nor need, but had to have sooner or later because our Constitution founded a Commonwealth which birthed a peculiar Society of a demanding sort. What it demands is that every last member strive to be as entirely useless to one another and themselves as those who may produce the amassed wealth and gluttonous perversity in production of said stuff and places to store it in would that they be, in addition of course and of fact to their obligation to visit said store often and frequent, instead of their church and synagogue of worship, until they are no longer store-worthy and ready to be stored themselves, most oft in a grave for which they shall also have to make provisions of a monetary sort. The same must possess astounding economic inflationary prescience, lasting long after they have been "stored." Gradually but surely filling all of creation with reminders of how entirely wanting in soul and worth we may be sure of becoming for lack of the fundamental right to say "no." Elsewise, we may end up living alone and apart from people who we might otherwise consider friends and family, because none had need nor desire for the stuff that made us who we are and what we contribute to the whole. Our slice of the Pie, baked apart and brought together to form a full pie, in a dish fashioned in the oven of a master…whatever it is they call those who work with clay or such to form the same…Problem…Who could eat such a pie? The slices are likely to be entirely different one from another as each was suited to the taste of the individual who made it, and had no intention of working with the other contributors though the pie seemed, I say, seemed to form miraculously and fit together quite nicely, there is nothing miraculous about it, it’s merely the life’s worth of many an unfortunate soul consumed long ago in the labor of that which sought to fulfill a dream but became an everlasting nightmare to each member that denied the Truth and the Right of the Sun to shine on his or her neighbors’ yard, though they paid and paid dearly to purchase the land and building materials of each and every unmerry household unholy…

It is a sad demise of a nation born at holy liberty, to find our own slowly become like unto a Russian Communist State with Roman overtones and Islamic undergrowth.

There are untold of number of solutions to all manner of disagreements and difficulties, but when one is unwilling to speak about the least of them, she or he disables everyone involved with whatever the issue or obstacle may be that is keeping all from enjoying the smallest measure of relief.

This is good for neither goose nor gander.

So, I’m asking, Why?

I am prepared to deal with the worst case scenario, bring whatever trouble or problem you have to my doorstep and you’ll never depart without a solution and just measure of alleviation and support.

It is hard to care anymore. I’m understanding a lot more about "Modern"America and I don’t like most of it. I believed in everything She said She was or presented Herself to be, and have found out otherwise, slowly and painfully, after already having paid the price many times over for believing in Her. It broke my understanding of myself and made me untrue to others who I would have been true to had I not been deceived by Her. All the aforementioned crap America supplies Her citizens with only adds to each man and woman’s worldly burden which is heavier in this nation than anywhere else on earth. We were all far better off with nothing at all. I hate purity defiled. And I hate the adulterous soul. I see less and less reason to appreciate anyone in my life, and less even so for those who have lent a hand when I needed, only to realize they were cutting off both of my own in doing so. And now when at last I really do need Her, America cannot be there. The punchline to the worst joke ever told. And yet She may find stranger than strange the fact that I wont laugh at this loss as madly as all those about me. Now realizing that there is basically nothing sacred to America. All is to be laughed at and nothing taken seriously with Her. Defiling of young souls hearts, minds and spirits seems to mean so little to Her. Innocence seems a burden and humility a sign of weakness. I cannot live without these things. They are true strengths to me, and the world could not stand without them. Without a remnant of believers, the whole of creation falls apart. And She seems to wish it so, that things might fall apart, only to be replaced by something ugly and built with the labor of men’s hands- the very same young souls turned into meaty abominations whom She might take into Her bedroom and call lover for an evening, as long as the new creation is Hers, and might be animated by the cunning stealth of as many a wicked soul as at one time may have seen worth in the former, but who desperately hold to the latter for lack of any real inner strength or knowledge thereof. These She calls friend and family, citizen and countryman. For like I say, they must and indeed do loathe real strength and innocence. The same being dead in they and as foreign as the day is short in their lives.

Lastly, the real reason She ever helped me stay alive? The belief that I might cave and destroy myself over the despair caused by the same. Then She might therein find opportunity to create some tale that covers Her own misdeeds and intentions toward me and justify a lie-The American Dream.

What I would hope She could realize is that, Her lusts and desires do not create Her reality or reason for participating in reality. Her willingness to work and slave to be part of a society that builds up abominations in the name of Her lusts and desires does not make Her or anyone involved worthy of anything but everlasting contempt and dissolution.

I always hoped that She had formed this society because She had no other choice and was forced by needs and that Her compromise was more of a sacred obligatory duty to those who were lost and hurting in the world. But maybe I was wrong, and maybe you’re just not who I imagined you to be, America. That you really may be just perversely, mean spirited and heartless, is a conclusion I must grant speculation.

You’ll tell me it’s not so and use the opportunity to create a new drama or merry war. It’s all the same to you. All is catagorized in the same files of- Of Use To America, and Not Of Use To America. The Willing and the Unwilling and the bother of what to do with the Unwilling is more than you care to be bothered with in thought or deed. And so young children completely incapable of taking care of what needs to be done to ensure that free life goes on are left to hang in the breeze as crucified members of a body unconcerned with anything but heedful labor to and for an abomination born in thine heart of hearts, which beats? Nay, not at all…

None saith restore and heritages and long labored for treasures and stores of the same are parcelled off to any abomination in our land for the willingness to support this madness with dollars had at little more labor than some idiot with a computer and a few naked daughters, all creating a web of illusionary abundance and decadence, whose reality is no more than a worn out old whore, only enjoying the fact that her trade is more vastly spread out than Her so-called Nation’s banners and her disease at home in every home. The most evil being the lawful and the upright seeming in our nation whose deeds behind closed doors would make the devil himself shudder and stand in amazement and finally gleeful rapture at his miserable harvest of souls made entirely worthless to themselves and all those round about.

So, bring on ye cages and zoos and circuses, we’ll inebriate the gang so we wont have to deal with the memory of what we meant by being part of a "free" nation under God.

We’ve found esteem in America’s Archives. What do we have need of God’s approval? His servant cannot even afford to pay his own rent; he’s a miserable wretch of a man, who enjoys adultery with his neighbor’s wife. Why hear ye him? He’s mad and he speaketh words untrue and imagines only the worst of everyone. We’re all worthy of whatever we deem ourselves worthy of because this is the American Dream, we want none of America’s Reality. It is burdensome and is not served up with a chaser nor our fare of meats and delicacies. Get thee behind we, God, we’re Institutionalized and set in stones, armed with them even, back off lest we launch them in the general direction of thy noggin.

And now I’m rambling on and saying more than I ought and probably to my own hurt. But I don’t care anymore.

America, I love you and always have and always will. I do not like what you have had to suffer and agreed to enjoy-nor the price at which it is had. You’ve left a void in me which of course, none but you may fill, and you are unwilling to even be in the same Internet chatroom with me, so I must carry on as though such may never be nor ever really was. Determined to exist in a vacancy, ever unfulfilled, and mostly uninspired by anything but realizations of betrayal and abandonment.

I had a dream…

It was like an out of body viewing of the events of my life up until now…experiencing an endless variety of flashbacks and flashforwards…

Nothing so unusual about that, but in the end of the dream, right before I woke…I realized what everyone was trying to protect, exploit or mar in me in some way, and it was just…Happiness.

I learned it because I wondered why someone kept wearing a necklace or some item of clothing all the time, because it reminded them or gave life to a happier time in their lives.

And they were trying to keep that sense alive in me and in themselves somehow while trying to work in a system that led to nothing but shared misery, so were unable to be happy themselves because they had become slaves to sin or whatever.

And I was standing outside a hospital at night, with an officer or something, I looked up at the building with it’s smoking smoke stacks, looking like a huge oven or machine churning its patients in and out, and I said "Whore!"

And the officer tried to get me to quiet down, lest someone else should hear. He was truly frightened.

It’s like I’ve always thought with the Book of Mormon, and the so-called "plan of happiness." It has to be the plan of righteousness for anyone to enjoy happiness….Otherwise it may all come down to doing whatever we may to protect the happiness in one child, the entire body being unable to enjoy it any other way, and all envious of that single child’s gift, eventually becoming demonic haters of the same.

To be happy together, two or more have to agree to be happy together, in a righteous, G-d fearing manner.

I would never be able to say such things to anyone or about anything I did not love more than anything else in the world. No one else has ever inspired me the way America has, and though angry, it feels right and beautiful.

I wish to wed my country again and anew and enjoy a new light shining upon Zion.

We American men ought to treat our wives as jewels in our crowns. The thing is we usually don’t meet them until after we ourselves have already agreed to wed another and spent a lifetime building a home and family apart from our God created beloved. I think of all my wives, I enjoy my daimond the best, but I’ll never tell my rubies and amethyst this! And from one to the next, we shant ever let on that I ever did find a plain old rock to be the brightest gem of them all. Why, I even contemplated using her to stone one of my daimonds with when she was unfaithful! (Shhhh! Top Secret!)

But, you see, it’s our faith in God that sets we American men apart in both nature and worthiness.

Never was there a more just and fundamentally merciful nation established under heaven and this is what makes us the shining example we have been through the centuries, even during the darkest and most unbearable of hours. In no other nation on earth will you find charity for the weak and the needy, the blind, the crippled and the weary in the most unforgiving of seasons of a year.

That is not to say we Faithful American men are not without our faults, and that we aren’t as unworthy as the next of the merciful providential guidance and care of Our Father in Heaven, it is rather just that we have here, gathered under one Flag and God a nation of believing souls, who believe that faith, hope and charity shall, and indeed must, never perish so long as the moon and the sun and stars do endure the seasons of mankind’s soujourn under heaven mercifully prolonged by our Creator.

As Tiny Tim might say, G-d bless us everyone!

So, hunker down, and enjoy a little bit of this and a little bit of that and rest well and with hope and good cheer in thine heart, for spring is but a month or two off and at such a time of year, when the creation undergoes it’s miraculous transformation in this especially blessed nation, I do call unto my throne room the attention of all my lords and ladies, gems and flowers, servants and commoners, for an annual proclamation of Freedom Reborn in the most Earnest of tones, and colorful of paletes yet to be seen and seen again in this our blessed nation of One God under heaven, and let us say Amen, hmmm?

Perhaps I shall send for the Russian Nation’s outcasts and they and their kind shall be fetched unto myself and my own to enjoy this celebration of the Ages? Seems fitting.

Bravery is my forte. And discretion is the better part of valour. I would never contemplate acting until I knew what best to do and why and wherefore I might or should. Belligerence and a willingness to act violently is not bravery but cowardice of the lowliest sort. Just as sure as wanton separation from that which gives life and adulterous schemes of exiting obligations honorable are to discretionary wisdom as foreign as night is to day and grave of the dead to bassinet of the new born.

Let us each hope to remember these details as we grow stronger and more than able day to day, reaching for and desiring reconciliation in body, mind, and spirit both within ourselves and with all those with whom we must continue to carry our individual crosses with and among unto Kingdom come, and praise be to all of us for having done so thus far, for the Kingdom is nigh at hand and it’s glorious gates within sight.

None has suffered in vain and those who have will receive their reward and in the world to come, eternal life or a share in the Torah.

Let not the devil afflict we anymore than he already has.

May the G-d of gods fill you with the miraculous and strengthen us with hope unto the power to overcome this trial and more.

Let us return to politeness, pleasantries and the strengthening of what remains of each of us rather than tear one another down, being deceived and weakened by the sufferings we brought upon ourselves. Let us be strong and bear up rather than find relief in hurting one another.

If there be one thing I would to experience with America, it would be valour and heraldry proper. Please, remember thineself and duty before it be too late.

Despise ye not the right, rather choose it that the memory of Us and what We once accomplished and have yet to might bless generations to come with none other than G-d assisting Us in restoring Our namesake and soul’s worth for His purpose rather than our pride.

We’ve bled and suffered too much to give up now. Join me for one last battle royale, one in which we shall taste of the sweetness that we once shared in combining might and reason, bravery and wisdom unto unmitigated power and justice divine; rewards reaped only by angels and men who bear their guiding confidence and counsel Immaculate.

And so I leave you, dear reader, stoically bearing up and prepared for the worst come morning, but ever hopeful that the best shall arrive for us all.

1Th 5:1-28 But of the times and the seasons, brethren, ye have no need that I write unto you. For yourselves know perfectly that the day of the Lord so cometh as a thief in the night.

For when they shall say, Peace and safety; then sudden destruction cometh upon them, as travail upon a woman with child; and they shall not escape.

But ye, brethren, are not in darkness, that that day should overtake you as a thief.

Ye are all the children of light, and the children of the day: we are not of the night, nor of darkness.

Therefore let us not sleep, as [do] others; but let us watch and be sober.

For they that sleep sleep in the night; and they that be drunken are drunken in the night.

But let us, who are of the day, be sober, putting on the breastplate of faith and love; and for an helmet, the hope of salvation.

For God hath not appointed us to wrath, but to obtain salvation by our Lord Jesus Christ,

Who died for us, that, whether we wake or sleep, we should live together with him.

But of the times and the seasons, brethren, ye have no need that I write unto you.

Wherefore comfort yourselves together, and edify one another, even as also ye do.

And we beseech you, brethren, to know them which labour among you, and are over you in the Lord, and admonish you;

And to esteem them very highly in love for their work’s sake. [And] be at peace among yourselves.

Now we exhort you, brethren, warn them that are unruly, comfort the feebleminded, support the weak, be patient toward all [men].

See that none render evil for evil unto any [man]; but ever follow that which is good, both among yourselves, and to all [men]. Rejoice evermore. Pray without ceasing. In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you. Quench not the Spirit. Despise not prophesyings.

Prove all things; hold fast that which is good.

Abstain from all appearance of evil.

And the very God of peace sanctify you wholly; and [I pray God] your whole spirit and soul and body be preserved blameless unto the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Faithful [is] he that calleth you, who also will do [it].Brethren, pray for us.Greet all the brethren with an holy kiss.

I charge you by the Lord that this epistle be read unto all the holy brethren.

The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ [be] with you. Amen.

About barzdovg666

I'm a revelationist/prophestylist, and lover and servant of HaShem of Hosts.
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