Monday, July 27, 2015

Lucking Out

Originally posted as a Facebook note on six years ago today. It's as timely--or timeless--as ever. Slightly edited.

Two people have recommended The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene to me. So I did what seemed logical when two are in agreement about a book: I went ahead and ordered it from Amazon yesterday [sic] and it shipped a few hours after I did so. (I had read the book partially but I had checked the book out of the library. And because I’m usually reading a minimum of two books simultaneously, I didn’t get to read it before I had to take the book back.)

One of my Facebook friends--a proponent of the book--called the following law ‘the most memorable’ for him: “Avoid the unhappy and the unlucky.” Am I intrigued by this caution? You bet. But, at the same time, the admonition seems almost redundant.

As a Christian, I try to stay away from certain words; words that indicate a life ruled by chance; words which imply that that any force has power over the power of God—words like ‘lucky,’ ‘fortunate’ ‘unfortunate,’ even words like ‘coincidence.’ I stay away from those words because they indicate disbelief, doubt and/or non-belief in the identity and character of the God of the Bible.

But thinking about the word unlucky and joining it to the concept of unhappiness, those who are “unlucky” seem to be those who believe that nothing good will happen to them. As a result, usually, nothing does and even when they "luck up" and something good does happen to them, they find some flaw in that good thing and complain about it.

There are those who believe that things will never turn out all right. In other words, there are those who have little to no faith in God and, therefore, such people don’t believe that God loves them, wants them to be happy and has the power to make that happen.

Now I’m not saying that God is going to let even those who consistently have faith in Him have anything and everything that they want, because God knows that not everything that an individual wants is necessarily going to be good for that individual. But those who are “unlucky” can’t even take pleasure in "getting lucky" (if you’ll pardon the expression). No. The "unlucky" will remain under that dark cloud, refuse to be moved and, as a result, the unholy union of unluckiness and unhappiness is joined together.

Further, the "unlucky" often have removed themselves from the Providence of God, either by omission or commission. Rather than being “unlucky” what such people are subject to are the forces of Chaos. They are outside of the Order that God provides which means, as the saying goes, feces will happen to that person. So this leads us back to the law which my friend found so remarkable: if you know an Unhappy-Unlucky person, you want to stay far away from said person because you don’t want feces to happen to you merely because of proximity.

Conversely, those of us who believe in God’s Providence, who believe in the Bible’s promises, who believe in the power of God, are always “lucky,” are always “fortunate” and are, therefore, always happy even in sorrow, because the one thing that we know and are always happy about is that our souls are saved—that everything will come out alright in the end for us. We have our Blessed Assurance in Jesus Christ.

And ultimately, if we have faith, things are going to turn out alright not just in the end but while we are trying to get to the end.

My pastor, learned in the languages of the Bible—ancient Hebrew, Greek and Aramaic--taught us that the word used for ‘power’ in Greek when discussing God’s power is ‘dynamis,’ obviously the origin of the words ‘dynamite’ and ‘dynamic’—the agent and description of radical change. It is the type of change that certain earthly politicians can’t begin to fathom. God can change things; like your “luck”—but only if you ask and believe that it will happen.

(‘Power’ Reference: Strongest Strong's Concordance 1411)


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Friday, July 17, 2015

Please Help Me Keep What's Left of What I Own (UPDATED : GOAL!!!)

UPDATE (2:52 PM PT): GOAL REACHED!!! Thank God for good friends. Like this one.
UPDATE (1:45 PM PT): $145 so far--and I'm very grateful for that. Remember, after today, my stuff will be sold.

ORIGINAL: Since I haven't been writing for months I felt a shy about doing this. But desperate times...

I need $700 to hold onto my belongings at Public Storage. else they will be sold off. I've received a few donations and I'm grateful for them, but PS won't take anything unless it's the full amount.

Please help me do this. Losing the house and the car was bad enough, but I don't want to lose things like my great-aunt's wedding ring or my old paper writings in need of transcribing.

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Thursday, July 16, 2015

Yes, I'm Still Homeless

But the end is near.
Down my hallway
I'm planning on doing anonymous interviews with some of the people who live in the temporary homeless facility with me. So far, I have about 18 questions to ask. Do you have any questions you would like to ask?

As you can imagine, being in such a state has radically altered my perspective on homelessness, not to mention my emotional state. (Thank God for Himself!) I hope to project all of that in these interviews. In the meantime...

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Repost: Scarred Souls

Originally posted on July 6, 2010 at my old blog. One of my old blog friends, One Fine Jay, says that he occasionally has passed it along to close friends whom he thinks need to hear it. This touched me greatly; however, as always, when God inspires me, He gets the credit.

The Confession I posted on June 9, 2010 couldn't just stand as is was, mainly since it was an answer to a specific question, "Should Black Women Stop Getting Abortions."

Of course all women should stop having abortions.  But since the question singled out black women, and since that conversation is between two black American women, myself and Jessica Ann Mitchell, and since we find the state of the black American family in near death, I felt it necessary to tailor my further response to black Americans.

The first part of my response has already been publicized here [sic], but I posted the following originally in a Facebook note. For that reason, I will only post here what I deem to be the second part of the answer.  There might be a little preaching.  That's an essential part of me.  He's a part of me.


It’s obvious that my comment is not just about abortion but about the behavior from where it usually stems: fornication.  Even when I tried to ensure that the circumstances which surrounded my abortion would never occur again—by taking the pill—I still suffered from my past behavior and so did my subsequent offspring.  Because of what I had done before she even existed, my second child could not live.

The question whether black women—or any women—should stop getting abortions is an incomplete one.  Of course the answer is ‘yes’ because abortion is murder, the premeditated taking of an innocent life.  (Moreover, let me state for the record: not all killing is murder.)

However, let me answer more fully: all women should stop creating the exterior and--more importantly--the interior conditions under which abortion is an option.  And by that I mean that all women should stop giving themselves to men who they are not sure will love, cherish and protect them and any prospective offspring they may create by having sex with each other.

Have I always behaved morally since the horrific conditions stated happened in my life? No.  But while I haven’t had a repeat of the same catastrophes via giving myself to a man who had not committed to me, my soul has greatly suffered from the giving and from the parting afterward. 

You see, there’s this thing about women, a thing that makes us different from men, aside from the physical aspects.  When we lay down with a man, we are giving him more than physical pleasure and doing more than gaining physical pleasure for ourselves.

When a woman has sex with a man, she joins her soul with him.

I’ve been telling my men friends this over and over again.  Some get it; others don’t.  However, women are the part of the population who need to get this--especially black women for reasons I will get into directly.  Ladies, you are destroying yourselves spiritually and emotionally when you give yourselves to a man who has not taken you under his spiritual protection--and by that, I mean marriage. And when that man to whom you gave that special part of yourself leaves, your soul and spirit cry out in pain from being cleaved.

“NO!!!!”

Because he’s taking a part of you with him when he leaves—a part which is not meant to be separated from the rest of yourself.  He’s cutting off a piece of you, and the worst thing is: you allowed it to happen.  It’s worse than a physical mutilation—it’s a mutilation of your soul.

If you do this enough times, ladies, you’ll stop caring about your spirit and your soul.  In fact, the two become comatose from the continuous injury, if not dead.  Think I’m exaggerating? 

Think about all the illegitimate black children there are in America and think about the fact that black women have the highest rate of abortion of any women in America.  That statistic says that there are very many black women who are giving themselves to men who don’t care about them.

Now think about all the black women you know or whom you have observed who are spiritual and emotional wrecks.  They are that way because they feel worthless and have allowed men to treat them as if they are worthless.  After a while, women who continue to behave this way take it to heart. 

Think these things through.  It’s a vicious cycle.

Now from that bit of cutting, it’s an easy and short road toward murdering that whom is a part of self—to cutting one’s child to pieces.

Yes, I know some will say “well, I did what you did and my life hasn’t turned out the way yours has.” Well, of course not; we are individual beings and our outer life circumstances are unique to our individual selves.  But I’m willing to bet that nearly all women have suffered some adverse effect(s) from giving themselves to men who don’t care about them.  (I may be one of the “lucky” ones.)  And almost all of those effects are internal—a penalty within one’s soul. 

And, on top of that, we can take these effects and mirror them onto black men, too many of whom are angry at the world, angry at black women, and angry at themselves (black-on-black crime). [i]  That anger almost always stems from observing or experiencing the spiritual, moral and worldly failure of their mothers.

When people who know that I’m a Christian ask me my opinion about why I think God sets certain rules for us to follow, I usually say “for our benefit; to keep us from harm.”  Sometimes I’m unable to articulate the details of those benefits and that harm, but not in this case.  Sexual immorality and the results there from have nearly destroyed black Americans—and, in the case of abortion, literally so.

So, in answer to Jessica Ann’s question, “Should Black Women Stop Getting Abortions,” I give a resounding ‘yes.’ It’s time to stop it and to pull it out of the ground by its root.  Our spirits and souls are the ground and the root consists of self-hatred and worthlessness.   It’s from the Source of Evil.

The tiller is immorality—sin.  Let’s make an end to that; not to ourselves and to our children.

___________

[i] When I mentioned this part of the essay to my mother, she said, "Black-on-black crime is their method of abortion." Just so.


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Friday, February 6, 2015

My January 2015 Columns at Faith.Family.Freedom--plus Today's Column

Today
"Oh Come, All Ye Faithful"


The Devil's Advocate You Know

(Seen in the comments here: "At this point, the wretched Corpseman is just trolling.")

January

Living in Chaos
Still Dreaming
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My January 2015 DaTechGuyBlog Columns

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Tuesday, January 20, 2015

I'm Writing at a New (Additional) Place

My friend Joseph C. Phillips invited me to write at his new site: Family.Faith.Freedom.

My first column, Still Dreaming, outlines my evolving outlook on homelessness--as it happens, from a first-person standpoint.

Be sure to add JCP's site to your list of regular reads. He has a number of proven contributors there, including himself.

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Saturday, January 10, 2015

Azealia Banks Perfectly Counters My Scattered Post

This woman doesn't know how correct she is.
Right. Our ancestors originally tried to reach God in their own way and time, rather than being obedient to Him. (And the Enemy acknowledges God's existence as well.)

Going on, Ms. Banks refers to black Christians as "Uncle Toms." Aside from the illiterate reference, we know what she means. And, in light of the Nimrod-Babel story in the Bible, there is a deeper meaning to her insult: those of us of black African descent who choose to reach out to God in the manner that He prescribes--instead of in our own manner--are traitors to the prideful and disobedient Nimrod, son of Cush.

Remember what Jesus the Christ said:
Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.
--John 14:6*

And this:
34 Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword.
35 For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law.
36 And a man's foes shall be they of his own household.
--Matthew 10:34-36

Or his tribe.
Not natural-born, but have so become because of Nimrod--a curse. That curse is lifted only through following Jesus the Christ, acknowledging that He died for our sins, rose again, and by submitting to His Lordship over us.

Ms. Banks is urging black persons to revert to the religion that Nimrod built and become our own lords.
Things will surely become fixed under the supernatural powers of the enemies of God...for three and a half years.

Choose ye this day whom ye will serve, black people: God or your stinking carcass. The choice stands.

*All Bible quotes are KJV.

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Wednesday, January 7, 2015

Moving Again

I don't know where to. Please pray for me.

UPDATE: The Son of Man had no earthly place to lay His head either, But His Father provided and I know that will be so for me, as well.

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Monday, January 5, 2015

Pandemic

A sickness is spreading. Its aerosolized symptoms are everywhere. But most people don’t want to hear about it or read about it.

I’ve talked about it before—focused on religious and secular aspects—but few can see it.

I’ve even cussed readers out about it, to no avail.

This happened yesterday.
A handful of […] radicals took to the restaurants of New York City Sunday morning to demand…attention. The attention they got they didn’t much care for.On Twitter under the hashtag “#BlackBrunchNYC,” they “stormed” eateries offering brunch and draw attention to themselves.
Across town, so did this.
The funeral of NYPD Officer Wenjian Liu will be held Sunday in Brooklyn, New York, and police officers from across the nation have begun to arrive to pay their respects at Saturday’s viewing. Liu was killed execution-style in his patrol car Dec. 20 along with Officer Rafael Ramos, whose funeral was held last weekend.
I wish I was skilled enough to make up the juxtaposition of the Blacker-Than-Thou crowd storming the "beaches" of brunching weaklings and the funeral of a murdered Chinese-American NYPD officer—murdered along with his Puerto Rican partner in the name of alleged persecution of black citizens by white cops. But I’m not that good.

Also reported on the same day, was this.
For more than a decade, corporations have shelled out thousands of dollars in donations and consulting fees to [Al] Sharpton’s National Action Network. What they get in return is the reverend’s [sic] supposed sway in the black community or, more often, his silence.
We certainly remember that this was “Reverend” Jesse Jackson method of enriching himself (scroll down) via his Rainbow/PUSH Coalition—and it still is, seeing as he was invited address Microsoft’s annual meeting on the topic of diversity.
Jackson sat in the second row next to former Microsoft CEO Steve Ballmer who is still the company's largest individual shareholder. Ballmer stepped down from Microsoft's board in August to focus on his $2 billion purchase of the Los Angeles Clippers[!]
I do recall that, there were a number of companies that refused to be…ahem…blackmailed by Jackson. But only a few.

Sharpton’s game is much tighter than Jackson’s, however: a regular, paid commentary gig at a major news network, CWI (commenting while illiterate); frequent guest at the White [sic] House. You have to hand it to him.

These things bring forth the question: why? Why do American corporations openly support these two obvious racial hucksters? The answer is here: "frequent guest at the White [sic] House." That fact suggests a widespread...conspiracy.

But all of these things are merely symptoms.

Here’s another.

I recall a segment of Jay Leno’s Jaywalking, in which he asks simple questions about the Constitution and the government to an old black man, and, later, to the man’s son and daughter-in law. Jay separated the old man from his family and the man answered every single question correctly.

Later, when Jay asked the same questions of the son and daughter-in-law, they could answer none of them. When Jay asked the old man why he hadn’t taught his offspring what he knew, the man’s reply was telling.

He had assumed that the public school system had taught his children the things he had been taught.

As I recall, someone pointed out that the old man is probably a product of some segregated southern schooling.

The symptoms…they are all around us.

When did the onset of the disease begin? Well, one could go all the way back to the Garden of Eden. But, that is, mostly, a futile trip because people don’t read the Bible, not even Christians.

Or, perhaps, a trip to the well-publicized plans of the Gramscians  and the CPUSA would be in order. Nah, too much reading and analysis.

Or, why not the deliberate dumbing down of the children of the non-elites? Or even the deliberate sabotage of the instruction of arithmetic?

Or the deliberate mating of black illegitimacy with the proliferation of drugs coupled with the War thereupon? (More about that in a later post.) You wonder where all of these angry, feral black teenagers came from? I don’t.

So what do we call the disease? Help me out here. 

I can hear it now: “Aren’t you quite the conspiracy theorist?”

You don’t have to believe me. You can even call me crazy. But the spores of this disease will continue to float upon the wind, regardless of your unbelief. Or, perhaps, because of it.


(Thanks to Discover the Networks


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