Cross-Contamination

A graceful play of beauty and horror,

is the form and function of a well balanced blade.

and if "The pen is mightier than the sword"
...then by The Spirit is the Word delivered.

When I was very ill,   I had fallen under a fearful spell of silence.  
I thought it was terrible to judge and attempt to discern anything. 
I had seen too much, and felt impotent to do anything about it.

 Overwhelmed by the implications of my PHD pursuit in Emotional Design and Psychology,  I shot into the stratosphere and turned as an astronaut would to look upon the glory of Applied Psychology   and human progress at work on the population as over the last 100 years.    How has our society developed  and where are we heading?   I looked to measure our progress by the character of people raised by families,  and produced by our systems of education,  as the children are the product of the values in society.

When I look to the kids at the bus stop,  and the people on the trams and city streets, I see a people addicted to distraction,  teaching children to do the same.  Vacant eyes await a dopamine drip from our modern amusement-affirmation systems.  Needless to say I was horrified, and though my colleagues ran full steam ahead to birth a world of immersive human-computer interaction, I could not avert my gaze from the cost of our mental-divergence.  We sacrifice human interaction and produce a people afraid and incapable of relating to one another in reality.

"Planet Earth is blue,  and there is nothing I can do". . . 
As we march along to a tune of increasingly isolated existences, where even church becomes a place to practice shallow social graces,  where can one safely pursue Truth to firmly lay hold of understanding? 

Let the net be of some function still to confront man with himself,   that he may die to himself and be born anew.   Humanity is terrified,  caged in fear,  caged in time,  as the narrative spoken over the loudspeaker contrasts with what is seen in the day to day.  What depth have we in our interactions?  What courage?

Full Grown Children

So we see the mother hens control and stifle by means of political correctness, exterior behavior neath a blanket of "niceties".  This doesn't serve to strengthen man, but reduces him to an ever-weakening resolve and weaker character.    Men used to wear white cowboy hats, and live with words like Character and Integrity.   Now we live with Personality and Mutability, and some give up their manhood altogether. 

Our resolve to endure grows thin, and we raise up the weak among us, in aiming for a sympathy vote.  Instead of making a habit of forgiving offenses,  we take offense that someone is offended.  We live in an age where the impact of a word is only as valuable as the attention span that cares to consider it.   Where once our ancestors dined on well formulated reasonings,  we now feast on the empty calorie impulse diet of memes and emoticons.   

When we cling to the comfort of a lie we only fool ourselves.

 The naive child-mind thinks we do very well to amuse ourselves. A child views work as a means to provide pleasure to the senses. A child has at best, fleshly reasoning.  But what of the mature-mind, who structures his life toward the building of relationships with the reality around him?  What of the spiritual man, and where are his treasures to be found?

That our society is to a point where man may live a good few decades of his life in pursuit of a perpetual state of amusement without ever really considering what it means to have a soul, or to think about eternity is not the evidence of a mature society,  but an immature one.   Instead of progressing,  our societies are at a state of regression.  Instead of growth,  we're now in rapid decay.  Here's one for the Evolutionists;  instead of evolving,  the comfort-seeking behavior evident in this generation suggests our devolution.   We're on a downward spiral folks, and its all just a matter of time.


I had to set down the sword, as the battlefield all at once became clear.
I sought God.

The Hanged Man

The World Tree, evidenced by the fruit of our character, proves to be riddled with worms, and even those fruits which appear to be high and of spiritual nourishment has a seed of destruction borne along with it.  As man lusts to corrupt a good thing,  so I have seen heaps of goodly intention sour into sarcasm, and virtue replaced with vice for veneration from ones peers.  We find ourselves like the latter day Romans,  occupied by the bread an circuses, marching to the tune of sleep. 

 

I don't count myself as any less a sinful wayward creature as the rest of humanity, as I had  unwittingly feasted on the diseased fruit since my youth.   Where previously I had come to relish the bitter bite and appreciate the taste of death on my tongue; I now find myself more regularly offended by the suggestion that "All is right with the world".   When where once we used to slow dance to Buddy Holly;  now children thrash about in their instinct relabeled as "high art". 
If I,  being a corrupt sinner could see the rot of the tree,  and I would search for a perfect fruit.     Would not also God be more discerning, more scrutinous?  Choosing for Himself only that which is most pure and perfect a product of the reality engine?  

How foolish to fall in love with the romance of a dying world.  Where then could be found a ray of incorruptible light?  could any part of gangrenous rot be severed toward redemption?   From what platform could my profession redirect towards firmer grip , the way and light of understanding towards a life everlasting?

I still have a weeping desire to cling to some fig-leaf of Scholarly Pride,  that somehow reassessing, re-evaluating and testing the system from within could yield results contrary to the truth revealed by  that uncreated beam.   But once you have seen the greater light, it does no good express,  except to prove by painting degrees of its greatness, for those who hope to see.

- It's Got what Plants Crave - 

 All facts point to the truth of our deteriorating system, and where once we projected for ourselves unity and godliness bought with science and progress, we instead ourselves give up our desire to be as parents.  We choose to terminate the unborn  among us, as if we hate our existence.  This increasing disregard and devaluing of human life despite Man's ever-inflating ego concerning himself proves that man is delinquent. We escape, we refuse to see truth because we cannot bear to see the Truth.

PHDs today are so determined to scrape together a name for themselves they're willing to destroy the very structure from which the methodology of Science grew to be a respectable field of inquiry -  Christianity.  Meanwhile there have been fewer and fewer breakthroughs as discovery reaches a plateau.  Soon the quest for notoriety will give way to infamy and like the entertainment industry,  the industry of science and medicine will be more about ego and less about substance.

  ❤️"We gotta get rid of those antibiotics... they're just not profitable!" ❤️

 Truly,  if there is anything pure and righteous remaining in the world of Man, it is by the Grace and Mercy of God that it remains as such so.  Scientists barely consider thanks to the one who made provision for all the depth of regularity perceived in microscopes and telescopes, and most of us are so  focused on our deadlines by threat of termination that we barely bother to look up to regard the sun,  or give thanks to the one who controls our destiny.  

The Supreme Observer

All at once I realized that any view of the box from within the box, yields a subjective perspective, and the ego of man cannot handle that there is a higher perspective more objective than theirs.   Only when one considers man as diminutive, and includes himself in the process ,  can he ever hope to understand.   The only way to view the system of man with objectivity, is to study it as a corpse.   Then let him seek life and light, and work out his salvation.

All the Positivism in the world; with its soothing self-help tapes, and vinyl plastic figurines; even the brightest of joy drawn forth as children play, finds its inherent value in the stuff of spiritual investment;  which when removed from the standard of God leaves a hollow outline of an unstable decaying form.

When I occupy the space of faith, and truth,   all becomes a point of celebration, and thanksgiving;  that by His Grace, the world keeps turning.  When I occupy the space of self-determinism, chance, evolution and law,  the music of life grinds to a halt,  and i am trapped in grave of my undersatnding, my senses.  Suddenly there is only care and caution, as reality falls under a curse  -  Man's helplessness to conform his own spirit,  let alone understand it all.   

There in the darkness of his delusion,  man lies to himself to live another day.

The Offense of the Cross

Give me the offense of the Cross over any of man's reasonings.  For it is by reason that man has come into the heap of avoidant helplessness so characteristic of the spineless amongst us today.    Yet Reason when employed in view of the Light of truth condemns all things including itself as being of no inherent value without the presence, grace and mercy of almighty God who made provision for its function in the first place.

No other system of man can stand because it cannot consider the worst-case scenario. 

When you follow all lines of argument to their conclusions,   social and behavioral systems acknowledge and bear an appearance of Godliness,  yet seek to do away with the personality of God.    They attempt to get near the truth, yet attempt to reduce His personality into a force.   These  understand that Man was made for God,   yet they encourage Man to serve himself.    The most subtle of these systems seek to "do away with" the nature of sin, or error.   In some of the more corrupt systems confuse virtue with vice.   All to keep a man from considering for himself, the nature of time and eternity; of Life and Everlasting;  of God,  and why he is here in the first place.

They seek to achieve by some fleshly means,  a life of salvation,  and instead of building up a nation of mature sons and daughters of God, they would subjugate the masses to be as perpetual children;  slaves to an opiate,  under the the tool of reasoning and propaganda;   behavioral conditioning and societal control in the hands of an absolute maniac.

The only argument that stands the fire of human frailty, fallacy, sin and ambition,  is the argument of God's Promise Fulfilled in  Jesus Christ.  He who was promised since the beginning, is Of God;   who though he had no sin,  became sin for us... to condemn sin in the flesh.     The offense of the Cross presupposes that man can in no way save himself.  Neither with forethought nor planning, nor oppression, nor orders, nor ideals, nor pursuit of his passions.   Everything of man is a decidedly downward spiral.  Man is entirely forgetful and delusional when left to his own devices.   

❤️ Quick Question, do you remember what you ate for dinner last week Thursday?  ❤️
Right.

No other system has as accurate or concise a view of man, or what happens to his plans and ambitions over time except  one who is Born of the Spirit.   Only the man who has died to himself can ever truly live.



[ This one has picked up the sword and pen again.  ]