On the Attributes of Life

 The Fundamental Principle Of Spiritual Law 

The Immortality Key; Psychedelics and the Ancient Age | Brian Muraresku & Prof. Carl Ruck 

Con Tempts me 

Age of Consent 

Got something to say 

Tree of Liberty 

Incompetence and Intolerance levels 

You are what you eat 

What it means to be Christian 

Treatise on Spiritual Warfare 

What it means to be an Artist 

Mikhaila Peterson Whaddo you meme? 

Psa 23 Gangsters Paradise 

Then you experience and learn something, its like playing a Rogue like with distributable attribute points. What I mean by that, you have a limited attention span and bandwiwth you can use, to fathom, what you have in your life. Just as with junk food and overeating or gourmet sublimation, a man can binge on the best ideas and become totally immune to God and his Mercy and salvation, simply because all his channels are clogged with useless information. A little bit of this and a little bit of that for your entertainment and showing off, what a fine and dandy person you are. Nobody wears his entire wardrobe at once, but peope unironically try to wear all their hopes; dreams and beliefs, along with their knowledge and wisdom on their chest. 

This is the very reason, why enlightenment is delivered through koans and parables, to ward off those smartass scholars, who collect books and quotes, while not implementing any of it in their mortal lives. They truely are like dogs and pigs Mat 7:6 who cannot convert nor transform anything in the bible for their own or others benefit, but thumping it word for word, like they are Moses on the Mountain, bringing back the commandments of the Lord! Alp  messengers are they, too full of themselves. "My message; my church; my Bible; my Gospel! I alone!!" Isa 14:13 Back to the Sermon of the Mount or there is no Redemption... 

Focus on, what is important, and not on finishing all the content and quests -- why would you collect useless achievements, you dost not care about, the next moment. Find yourself a woman to love, make some children, multiply not diminish! Let the woke choose extinction, like Nietzsche once told. Those weary of life, should die first, not educate other people, how to die well! The environment shall become better, if it don't have to bear baizuo, who blabber about values, what take life, not give it!! If you don't preach hard leibor, you know nothing about Communism nor anything else in finance, for somebody has to actually produce the goods, you are consuming. If none are willing to be the engineparts and its carcas, but the driver of the car -- then the car will go nowhere fast. China shall win, because they workers offer no lip against 12 hours per day; the West does; China dost not waste time on useless topics, calling it freedom of Speech, the West does. While you cannot prohibit this or that topic from being, eventually, if certain topics are tolerated, just like with junk food, the auditoriums will be clogged, like it has already happened in the Univercities, that there is no discourse but weaponized warfare disuised as debate. Even the Spanish inquisition was not that vicious. Of what use is the right for your free call, as Agent Smith told Neo/Mr. Anderson, then you're unable to speak? People cannot appreciate the beauty of that remark, just as they don't appreciate Pilates: "Quid est Veritas?" Whenever something is not used truely, God will take it back, and you wont even have, what you thought to own!! Mat 13:12 You shall not see the face of the Lord, if you refuse to make friends with the Unjust Mammon, why should then anybody grant you eternal things? Luke 16:9 You be perfect in everything you do, honing your skills, what limit themselves through your time and space. Nobody likes an ATM -- Attacker Thief Mage, who does everything. The fuck you need others then? Go to your Ravens Den and leave the regulars alone in peace! For Angels don't live amongst mortals, and you can't bring your fornications to the house of God! Don't be that alien fire, that angers Lord Jesus Christ and sullies the Holy Spirit, but rather the cup of cold water, what nourishes the weary traveler... Halleluyah, Godspeed!

Decomposition

 Decompose the prose, on the nosedive of Hosea 

getting hosed, by in large quantity, eulogies of Amos 

of Tekoa, enraged and chosen for the Rose of Košer! 

Who dost want to win not loose; driving the devil closer; 

while shaming God farther, to avoid crossing Hieros Gamos! 

Heavenly Father, forgive them, for they dost know, what Ramonez 

they hath conjured upon their stature of hitherto Libreto Mosaic!! 

The Natures Morituri te salutant, to be Aqua Mors, unlocking a course '

of action for the discourse, of Sorcery and Norse Viking pride in veins; 

as Christian remain vigilant, being ravaged by greed and despair force. 

Giving up the Sermon of the Mount for some bodyguards and torque's -- 

"Didn't Ezekiel saw aliens in four faces, lets go see that vision train 

our thoughts school, to be more Prophet than meek servant - no brains!" 

Thus ashamed of their lord and master, becoming Kinks of Hords!! 

Some other Prophets, raped by theologians underscore, for the search! 

Who can make the best veils, tucking Jesus away, to be undermimed; 

Cutting Isayah in two pieces, maybe even three for Trinity, enlarged 

the lurk for Llyrgoyf, as though it was Welsh, omitting H to barge 

in the corny Holio of Duke Nukem without Babes, to save the Rhyne!! 

There are her organ donors? One monk hanged itself in the chapel fine; 

the other pig tried to ambush before the booby trapped subs Scourge. 

What was the saying at the peak of McCarthyism: "Better be yellow, 

than Red!" I'd rather be dead, than liberated from Freedom of Speech!!

Fuck  your affirmative actions, and politically corrected States mellow 

minds, what cannot fathom anything beyond Thukydides bellows -- 

then Aristotle and Plato wont hold the dying hands of Socrates, en reach 

of the poisoned cup, He-Man chose, to not betray His Daimons beseach!! 

How scared are the Democrats and Hypocrats today, not even a Hello... 

Glimpsing  the ravine in Zarathustra, each under his own pillow scared, 

while acclaiming, how they would have been the curious cat, how quaint. 

"Why so Christian?" As thy Bounty set sail, to make you god, declared 

unto the Tahiti women, who made even the Angels blush in nightmared 

glee of lust and fervor. Who wants to make some mortals, who be Saint!! 

Mutiny against the Law, as the little head decided to rue them all vained; 

as history caught with the sinful, lots of holy grails there walking bare. 

Art is made for dining in Valhalla with the angels and demons propose; 

You are the "I am" or nothing at all. Who dares to bow and pick up 

the line of passage, many martyrs before yours, have done, bloody nose 

nor cross, nor ridicule, did not stop them! When will you mingle those 

bones of yours;, thy flesh and blood, like the vision of Japha to swat 

that pesky Satan, who refused to stand behind lord Jesus Christ! Bat 

an eye, your Batman will be hoisted by Jokers augmented smite dose! 

You snooze, you loose; you grin you whine and sin --  why not sing 

in the choirs of Heaven, as you bleed for lord Jesus Christ, the church 

of the Marching Saints, who have witnessed on the Crossroads -- Kings 

bore witness with their laws and swords, smothering them; wild things 

happened to their reputations and excrement, casting out demons Arch 

by napkins and starch -- more Tony Stark, than all those embold-March 

who lost their April Fools Yokes on May 17th for the phobic gasolining! 

Who wants to be more Gay, than a Scientist could ever beem Samson; 

let the temples fall once more, to all those, who don't believe Agape! 

Make Love not Hate, but why betrayed that fate in the name of Crom 

for Conan has told your Doily how a Warrior fares well, wombs 

begetting more warriors, then booty was called shoot those sour grapes! 

Release the alphabet and runes from the torrent of zeaLoths misshaped 

salt statues, who looked back to Sodom and Gomorrah, to Swansong!!

The alchemy of Writing as a Christian author

Dept free government and Fundamental values 

Avril Lavigne What the Hell Haruhi Suzumiya 

Shut up and dance -- Haruhi Suzumiya 

2017 Personality and Existentialism Jordan Peterson 

Janis Joplin "Oh Lord, would you buy me a Mercedes Benz?" 

Ghoul Town "Bury them deep" 

Styx Twitter Files 5 -- Double Standards and Sheninanigans 

How the "Greater Good" is used as a tool of Society 

Charles Bukovsky "So you wanna be a writer?" 

Dark Souls is one big occult metaphor 

Peter Parker misses out on MJ

Many young Christians have found themselves in this position, that you got something to say, but the Bible tells you not to do business with the works of Belial; also the elders have taste on this or that, mosty listening to Christian Chorals like "A Mighty fortress is our God" or "Üks kindel linn ja Varjupaik" in Estonian, which most youths don't dig. How do you get your message through, while not sounding, like a dusty librum from ancient times? Also not recanting your beliefs, for nobody likes a traitor. How do you transmute your idea into form and matter on screen or paper? You probably already know, that you need to pray before ... stop right there. If you don't possess a working prayer life, don't even start, just to become a writer -- Lord Jesus Christ will be very much offended!! You will feel shit, while praying, you'll feel terrible and guilty, while staring at the blank sheet and getting nothing. It wont work. Ask Charles Bukovsky, though he talked in principle, but its double true for Christians. Why should the Holy Spirit give you anything, if you wish to abuse it in your lusty desires? James 4:3 First ask God, dost he even want you to become a writer! There can be nothing more horrid, then You think yourself a writer, because of J.K. Rowling or J.R.R Tolkien; G.R.R Martin etc. got famous. That is not a good reason to become a writer -- most writers end up as murderhobos on the street and drink cooling agent, because they got no money for the real booze anymore... if things really go bad, that is. True art demands suffering and sacrifice, and if you want to get all your three meals and soy lattes on time, chances are, you are not cut for this. As a Christian Writer, you don't write it for yourself but as a loveletter to God, who needs to approve it, just like the vows of a woman, which are only true, then the husband has not disavowed them before the dusk!! Num 30:3-16; 1Sam 1:9-17 You do write it for Yourself in the sense, that you cannot trust other people in having an unbiased relationship on your writing. Either they are your competition, or your family and acquaintences, who have some kind of expectations towards you and your style. Never let anybody else choose your style! Only God can do that, but you must know, what you need and what you mean. Otherwise people will just tilt you away, out of fear, that you are not politically correct enough or not zealous enough. If you listen to the people, you aint doing anything right!! Only a bitch is mutually loved by everybody, because of the fuck, but you want to be loved as a Christian Writer, and in that I can only promise you Pain and Hurt! So make yourself comfy and hang out, while I pour you a good pint of Wormwood and Vingear. The primary substance, a Christian Writer needs to know... Luke 9:23; 14:25-35; 17:10; 2Cor 4:2 because if you sublime your Ego too much, you get offended, if you have none at all, you are too plyable like the woke cucks and get nothing done. Its not to be the people pleaser, but to be the salt-mime. France is popular for their pantomimes, but you need to be its salty cousin. Figure that one out! X^D :o :V

The keywords are; Hatred and Self-loathing, which will be transformed through your sheer Will into Fervor and Humble Submission to the Gospel, which you want to deliver, through the fine art of Writing. The Internet is full of itself, from Ouiya board burners to bible thumpers, so what makes you so special! :$ I don't want to be a dick, maybe just a little bit more. But if you're one of those whiners, I got only bad news for you. If you gonna give up, do it sooner than later, I hate to waste my time, like Sasori, and I'd rather make you a scarecrow strawman, than smalltalk around, to make you feel good. Why should I listen to your complaints and sass about this or that, don't give me problems, I got my own, give yourself solutions!! UWU 

Don't fare too much in other writers craft, lest you be dazed and confuzed of your own. Love your own writing first and foremost. Be your biggest fan! Learn to read your own writings both to self-criticize and do better, but also to appreciate, what went well. A Good wine maker also from time to time, opens a keg of what he holds in his cellar, not just hands out for others to drink!! Many Christian Writers have to give up, because they sullied the Holy Spirit. Think about it. Do you want to aid a whiner who constantly aggrieves in his soul: "Woe to me, I can't do this! I'm so tired; I don't have this and that! The others have this and that!! but look at me!!" Stop it. Why are you trying to smite the other cheek of the Lord? Are you really, unironically telling me, that God didn't give you anything?? Then what the fuck are you even doing here?? :o Mat 22:12,13; 25:24-30 Begone foul spirit, who you wish to slander the Father; the Son and the Holy Ghost, by proffessing, that you don't got what it takes to get the job done!! The best parable in cinematography, what I loved, and I normally don't commend Hollywood movies, because they are abysmal. But I have to say it. From a Christian perspective, the clip about Peter Parker missing out on Mary Jane Watson is pitch perfect. That clerc will definitely go to Heaven! ^^ Nobody cares why you are failing, the problem is, that you are failing. Fix the problem or you being there complaining about said problem!! (Y) 

You're not here to win a popularity contest but to get the message through, sometimes you have to go over piles of bodies, like Tanya von Degurechaff and fire workers with children, who pay for tuition. It can't be helped, but thats your job description. Most of the time, if you are a Christian writer, you write other peoples spiritual obituaries or audits. That doesn't give many friend requests or offers to get laid, unless its somebodies wife, who just embezzled 2B and you have to call him out... :S :$ You're not meant to be fun at parties or the comedian of the show. You are there, to offer the Gospel and bounce people to Heaven! They don't even need to love you or become Christian, while you're doing it. As long, you can make them live according to the Sermon of the mount Mat 5-7 its all good. The elevator speech of Dean Corso And Victor Balcan talking about philosophy and respect, in 9th gate, is one of Johnny Depps most masterful performances, and also represents it perfectly. You are a man with unique skillsets; or the taken Good Luck meme. You are that fucker, who needs to track down that guy who stole your daughter, to make her a slut. That's your mission -- now go! Be that as a writer. 

You might study some styles, maybe you like rhymes or reverse. While you are studying, keep your cup empty and clean. Mat 23:26 Then you receive your tea from your master, respectfully thank him and drink it slow. I know I sound autistic, but you can't believe how many people err against that spiritual principle. Its the most overused way how to teach zen and reprimand the student for being too full of himself, having too many expectancies on how the teaching should unfold and what he's gonna get for it, in the journey of enlightenment. The same is true with becoming a Christian Writer. After you done drinking your tea, wash your cup and ask some more or be on your business!! Why should the Holy Spirit trust your intent, in becoming, what you just asked, then you cannot even treat a human, who was specifially sent into your life, and to be this obnoxious in traditional manners, that you wanted to get it faster. Some things take their time, in order to learn the discipline. Though I love Korra very much, try not to be her, then you study discipline and poetry. Trust me, you wont like yourself and the others in class neither. After you mastered the art, you can write the art, like you created it. Like the dragon soaring the skies, you control all the elements!! Too many Christian Writers give up, because they just converted; they made an account somewhere, they wrote something, and people obviously didn't like it, because just like a guy who just fell in love, they lacked the language skills to describe, what the fuck happened to him, so people tuned out. You need time to get used to your faith and relationship in the Holy Spirit. Once you have figured it out for yourself, then you can describe it to others. And only then shall people also take keen intrest in it, for now you got something to say, what most people haven't experinced. A Working ship with no fuck this shit, I am out!! 1Tim 4:12; James 3:1 But if you like the faction and the offence more, then perhaps you should not do it. It can go wrong so many ways. 1 Cor 3:4-9 Sometimes it is better, that you are giftless than gifted, because such things make people boast like Kanye West, with his infamous "I love Hitler" quote. Don't be that guy! :o You don't help youself; you don't help the Gospel! You don't help freedom of Speech, most of all you done fuck up thus... Also don't declare the attacks, as you would do in MTG People hate it, if you prag something to be done, and don't deliver then, so does God. Its also bad form, then you share the fur of the Bear, who you still have to hunt from the forrest. It brings bad luck. Jamie Bell was also so High and Mighty, then he started to act, but had to apologize on a bridge facing the entire Hollywood, and then was given his break as the Thing in Fantastic Four. If you don't wanna humble yourself like that, then don't be too cocky! Failure IS an option, and most of the times, you succeed through failure and not through success... :o

Once you got something to say, and you have said it, then be like the wind and move on. Ghosting is essential, like I learned from Nietzsche in "Thus spoke Zarathustra" because people tend to get too much attached to the message paper or the messenger, like some housewifes like to bang the milk- or the mailman! For this reason, I have been a real doushe, and left out my friends at Facebook; or Google+ or some other social media sites, because they started to love me too much. It started to hinder my mission as a Chirstian Writer. You will know, then you need to move on and just like the lone rider, drive to the sunset. For you are not important, but the Message! Don't rest on your laurels like David Wilkerson did, being offended, that people don't respect, how much he gave out money. Its not yours anyway, but Gods! Also, you do know that story about preaching for the clout, that those got their reward already! If you are serving for God, then make it happen, and don't act out, like you are looking for something else infront of the Mirror of Erised at Harry Potter... And thats just it. Now be gone. I'm busy exalting Lord Jesus Christ! Godspeed and Halleluyah UWU

Silent Knight song (Holy Night parody)

 Written to combat religious intolerance

Holy Knight, silent Blight 

all unfazed stillborn sighed. 

Take your time to summon Kthulhu; 

infancy preached to sheeple holy fools! 

Rest in Tormented Pain; 

Rest in Peaces enchained!! 

Holy Knight, sire, you aint; 

contradites shepherd in quakes... 

Gory streams of heathens and tzars; 

Heavenly hosts sing: "Halleluyah!" 

Christ the Saviour is born -- 

all children in street sundered torn!! 

Holy Knight, fervent upright; 

cast all affront off my sight! 

Radiate beams of glee -- despair 

shall be those, who'd not repent! 

Wail: "Thus sayeth thy Lord!!"

Pray: "Peace for the Kingdom of God..." 

Principalities Empower

Jinx Paralyzed Arcane 

Demons AMV 

GMV Electric 

Prodigy -- The day is my Enemy 

So you chose to become a steppingstone; 

ye who seek Enlightenment, ye Kings, Angels! 

Thou shall perish, like mortal men, picking bones 

for their own pyre, they thought to be honed 

for the salutation and remarks for the Maker -- Angles 

spark condensation in their Lithium merged Mengles!! 

Stoned in the want to pick thorns in eyes, mocking Home. 

Woe ye, who molest a mother or father or son: "Why breed?" 

Who gave you permission to speak up, hens take no piss!! 

Behold, the white raven, who shall peck on your ladders feed; 

your bandwith shall crumble and foil in Meneh-Tekhel creed! 

The sharades of pompous Famfares, who talk not work -- hiss 

like a steamwent all your might, Kamigawa shall be Maidens kiss; 

before your heads shall become tails and nat. in one Masters heels!! 

Light my fire in the Heavenly Court, who wants to judge my sins; 

Simmons; Simpsons or the Sims? Shamaz on your deviled grimes; 

Silco or Vander, to "Bild dier deiner Zeitung", hustling on Jinx skins, 

you never went out to the desert, to hunt your own Nimrods *blins*; 

as mat's are checking your inmates of dolce & Gabana Matvei rhimes 

well with Holy Fool, you tool of monkey wrenched fork on Times 

squared with a Tesseract and Tarrasque for the Transcendence I-Wins!! 

Principalities Empower themselves at your peril, for why should those, 

who chose to awall with daughters of Eve, forsaking their rank, redeem! 

Like upper classmen, they in full Schadenfreude, will teach you to blow 

your stack and get stoned, to go home in Hell! Make your Altar of Cows;  

the House of Lordy Flies and Bashan Spirit, for the Nirvana medley Beem! 

You do well to listen to Lord Jesus Christ in the Sermon of the Mount, gleam 

as much of Agape feromones no Omon-Ra can Recept upon Precept crows! 

Those who do good, do better; those who do evil, in wicked covetous glee -- 

Principalities Empower to make stunning and brave; shunned and beraved! 

As your revolution comes upon revolution, the cog and the wheel surreal, 

shows off its fourfaced Unreal godlike killingspree, no frenzied pissingtree 

can support nor oneup, as silent is the Night, so merry and serene whiteravened!! 

Ask the daughter of Trigon, how she got to it and forsook the past craven 

exit wounds and vicious vitriol, beviling her forgiveness -- as Raven got Freed! 

Fear is the only enemy of Man, who can mar all sight and psyche of yoke 

and bastard! The treason, why angels become demons, and forsake their deed; 

you do better and humble yourself, put that elf on a shelf, and Alp on a bloke -- 

oozing nightmares on your bosom Garzum -- don't make youself Woke!! 

Invoice your power and choice, resist the easy reprise of judging in mob led 

Reeds dancing in the wind, like dust and shadows on the walls, streets, bled 

dry and dirty by the fornications and ascentions of Jezebels bedazzled Broker!!

Spread the legs

 Intern Rogatio wanted to save the day; 

spreading the words of wisdom, he prayed: 

"Father in Heaven, why art thou mother Rey; 

so stunning and brave, the first time the sway 

of toxic masculinity, was set in stone, defaced!" 

Father in Heaven had thus to say: "Spread, comply, 

spread thy legs and let me scullfuck your 47 Haze!!" 

"But nuuh! I am not Fe-Male; nor Ironman, too Stark 

this contrast, let me transition in Christ -- let me embark. 

On the journey to Ixalan as I Yuan-Ti my Kent for Lark..." 

The C was too high and mighty, got cancelled incel - ark: 

"My words, Implore you, God, the true futa and furry quirk!!" 

God: "Burn, baby, burn -- in the line of ires desire, Sire Spark 

the convo; convolutio Lucio salutant -- Spread the legs Mark..." 

Intern Rogatio, he was now a she, what became It for the clown; 

the Revolution, what held its cool in the sewers of Underwood. 

The House of Cards was full; merry and silent, cilinders throwned 

for Champaigne was out and replaced with Cognac, the cat drowned 

in crocodile tears. No more could the Yellow submarine walk good; 

for some asshole replaced the Broad with the Cirquit, jolting Hoods 

into Hyde! Now the Park was filled with Vizzerdrix waping the Down!!

Foresee, seethe

 Foresee, seethe; 

many Seas avoid blind-sighted; 

You only do Good! 

Moths, wanting Butter

flies time gone bias bleak -- 

dried paint scrapebar... 

consider scribes 

they never toil nor merit:

sub on my knuckles! 

Do Wicked Covet; 

be like Shem for Ice! 

Loves marriage!! 

pietas preach fealty; 

zealoth stab sculldugger stealth; 

honeyd lioncorpse... 

Athena burning 

Librarians thirst inaction 

fired the last stand!! 

Justice fawning; 

Fall of Arcadia Mayor -- 

lines growl Psyche.