To agree. Concur. Get along. Sometimes.
Here's another eye view.
To talk to a child, I have knelt to see them eye to eye. I talk and treat them on the level.
When darkside people are around, they often try to get one down on their level. Misery loves company.
I remain where I'm at.
They commonly stay at their negative place and don't listen.
I remain high, they are locked low.
I pray they rise above.
Then we might see eye to eye.
No, not mine -s-.
Though time is incrementally shorter, I hope if God allows, that I have a bit more time to accomplish some not all goals. We'll see.
I happened on an obituary of a guy I met long ago.
He was a devil worshiper. I'm not dignifying by naming fallen names, nor tripping possible bots. But, he was hook line and sinker with the fallen. Creepy. Static feeling round him.
He had an attic apartment in his elderly parents' house. They were devout Christians and they seemed 'burdened' with him especially in terms of that creepy feeling I mentioned.
He was their son, so they begrudgingly 'tolerated' his ways.
At any rate, his obit said he was a true son of the church.
Now perhaps he repented. Some do.
Or, my guess, is they ignored his fallen path. Cover up the embarrassment, the awkward path for the sake of appearances.
Of course, I hope he repented.
I've helped some turn to the Light.
The fallen like to hide. There is a tendency for boldness now. Still, hypocrisy and deceit hallmark our enemies.
I've seen shining obits where the deceased is portrayed as a saint when they are the opposite..
Now it's fine to extol folks and recount their lives fondly.
My Dad and brother from another mother are examples.
OTOH some obits are short, letting people's lives speak for themselves.
Memory of love is more than that.
Love and Light live forever.
and limitation?
We are warned not to dwell there. Don't be needy. If you need, ask. But become independent.
The opposite is a foothold for those who would be our masters.
There is an increasing lack of humanity. As a result, a burgeoning dimness ensues.
It's all part of the ongoing war between good and evil. More on that soon.
What to do? Carry the Light to dissipate the darkness.
Study the Art of War.
Abundance.
Cornflakes -s-.
Sometime abbreviation for sci fi aka science fiction.
The best way to get some points across is through fiction, actually faction.
It can frighten. It can warn. It can offer ways to triumph.
Long ago, I discussed the encroaching evil in the world. There are several warnings and gateway works around. They offer hope and solutions.
The person I engaged in conversation said there was no use getting upset about things we cannot change.
Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?
She was refuting the very concepts she and many embrace re SF..
Don't fall for hopelessness.
If we lie down or bend over, we'll truly be sc***ed.
That view countermands the Founders. It subverts Freedom.
We refuse to live in fantasy and let the winds of fate bat us around.
We must ride the waves of destiny.
Don't betray SF.
Yes I was a Clinical Psych major. I was on a fast track to start on a doctorate. I'll talk reasons I didn't another time.
The staff was one of the best Psych departments around, along with the Socio Dept. Good memories of those days and the opportunities with which I did avail myself.
Psych 101 is the basic course all take for a Bachelor's no matter the major.
Many stories could ensue and maybe I'll do a bio one day.
Here is an interesting interlude.
My intro class was taught by my mentor, the head of the Psych department. Great guy and quite human, not stuffy.
He interlaced facts with anecdotes and tales of a much travelled life.
There are a lot of initial lessons to be learned, as in all of life.
One of them is observation/perception.
During a lecture, someone rushed into the room creating a disturbance. It wasn't too violent, just enough to jar us, at least supposedly.
It quieted down and our prof said it was a test. He asked each of us to describe what happened, with details of appearance etc.
Many over or under observed. Mine was one of the most accurate. Tooting my own horn lol.
It's important to develop observation/perception skills. It's true for all kinds of events. Tumultuous times, in which the fate of the country and the world hang in the balance, demands it.
Funny enough, I watched A Man Called Intrepid about Sir William Stephenson and his org during WW2 last night. Whatever you think of intel today, many were sacrificed for Freedom. The ones who would be our masters use techniques, as do we, to further a cause.
The scenario described above was used in agent training, though in a more intense way.
May we all be graduates of Freedom 101.
Our post grad future awaits.
Must be Redux month lol.
Some things surely need to be brought back.
Planet of the Apes was an extraordinary novel. I suggest you read it.
It goes into greater depth than the movie.
Astronauts end up on a planet orbiting Betelgeuse where apes predominate and humans are the feral beasts.
There are nuances and a surprise double ending.
The fate of one human is to revert to bestiality. When approached by the protagonist, he screeches and runs scared to the pack. This is the scientist who had invited the protagonist on the expedition.
Think of today.
We stand up to the beast or become cowardly mewling beasts ourselves.
Whose planet is it?
Mt Dad died a week before my Senior year of high school began. Such mixed emotions and events. They are varied and a whole account would fill at least a post.
It is enough to mention this as an illustration. That was then. This is now.
One time, I had finished writing a sermon at a downtown church library.
As I exited, there was some kind of festival going on.
I ran into an old buddy from high school.
Did the usual hi, how're things etc.
I reminisced re those years as is normal'.
He remonstrated me and said I should stop living in the past.
I was astonished.
How could a casual meeting and recounting be living in the past?
I made not of this and we parted.
Perhaps it triggered unhappy events for him. Not as unhappy as mine I wager.
There are some who do live in the past. The good old days.
OK.
They retreat. Hide.
Well, we don't live in the past. We remember.
The past is a basis for the present and a springboard for the future.
To do the former is to live in denial.
To do the latter is to assess and go forward, not get stuck.
What do you need? Want?
