Thursday, December 13, 2012


This blog is written in a satirical style, which too often is untranslatable into any other language except perhaps… tongues. Those without any sense of humor should abstain. Those having no abstract thinking should not come out from their sobriety stupor, but remain as they are.

Read this and soften you hard skull until it becomes like a sponge. Absorb what is given to you to absorb; and be laden with the living moisture of the heavenly dew.

[Matthew 11:17] All things have been handed over to Me by My Father; and no one knows the Son except the Father; nor does anyone know the Father except the Son, and anyone to whom the Son wills to reveal Him.

There is a great show going on between the Father and His firstborn Son, which religious folk on this planet are shut out from, being lost in something else, I suppose… or they just don’t get it.

Someone stole the real show and tries to make their own show by not even correctly copying it; but they can’t copy something true when their minds are stuck in illusion.

No one can know the Son, why?

[John 6:44] “No one can come to Me UNLESS the Father who sent Me draws him; and I will raise him up on the last day.”

If you are not drawn by the power of God from above, but only by local social politics then you won’t have a clue what this most wonderful drawing is all about. The magnetic pull the Father exerts on the chosen few is like a net that is cast upon a wild beast, which the Father pulls up ever closer to Himself.

If you are not drawn to God’s ‘magnetic field’ then you must gravitate to something else. In this world there is no neutral zone. The draw is the North Pole or the South, East or West within each respected culture, but never a limbo state.

[Matthew 6:24] No one can serve two masters; for either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to one and despise the other…

Even without quoting Jesus, you either label yourself a Republican, Democrat, Independent, Protestant or Catholic, Jewish or Muslim… etc., but the labels are man-made for they are already in some magnetic vortex from which they cannot get out. They create vortexes and suck into them people like vacuums pulls dust. Have you fallen into one already?

These are only horizontal mortal dwellings. And they all perish likewise, for the norm is the same, which is “loved and adored” and one ponders upon it; romanticizes with a sigh of relief when death comes to claim a victim. There must be a ceremony to calm the stressed-out nerves. A mother weeps over her dead little child and tries to make sense out of it all, but ends up repeating the same ritual she was brought up under. Stuck in religious vacuums without answers, but only grief. Smoke of frankincense over that tiny coffin does not answer the gnawing questions, nor the echoing somber singing that echoes and bounces from wall to wall of Gothic arches and up to the steeple. Yet, there are answers to why children die, but do you really want to hear them when you are heartbroken; finding the only solace in the ‘only true’ tradition you were told to believe in?

Leaving one pocket for another pocket brings no freedom to the victim. It is so hard to give up “my own way” thinking, which in itself is a death sentence, but there is solution… if you care to know it.

[John 8:51] “Truly, truly, I say to you, if anyone keeps My (Jesus’) word he will never see death.”

Laugh at me; ridicule me for even daring to quote this verse here, but if there isn't the highest standard to which we aspire then all religious services are only for collections for the upkeep of those majestic cold and still standing walls of buildings that were erected for the glory of God.

No one knows the Father except the Son and to whomever the Son wills to reveal the Father. There is a secret “love affair” going on between the Father and the Son not on the Trinity level, but on a level one does not know yet, for it is divinely Top Secret.

You can mull over the mystery of the Trinity or even Quadrinity (when you add angels to this union), but that’s only a theology and an interpretation; even a most holy and entrenched doctrine, but mulling over it will not release the magnetic pull if you are afraid to let go of the opposite magnet, which you cling to like a magnetized scrap of paper. Someone would have to pry you away from that other magnet, but cautiousness prevents you from allowing yourself to go. Letting go of the old for the new is not easy.

Unless the Father draws you to me, I cannot draw you. Unless He reveals to you who I really am, I can’t betray my loyalty to Him by telling you about it. Unless you ask Him to draw you to a tool as that of a carpenter, the carpenter can’t use that tool for you or a potter to re-form you once more. 

I state the truth here: the Son gave me a peek of the show; as His sibling, and a family member, I’m a partaker of this show between the Father and the Son.

The slipups of my tongue betray my true belonging.

I came from another realm to which I have always belonged, but those that He did not give me I will not draw… what’s the point?     

In some cultures the gravity to self-glorification is stronger than in others. Many are being pulled by a human; by comforts; a Kenite; wealth; power and praise or the fame attraction, or by the vertical pull. But this gravity is too wonderful for words and I am the channel of it, but the “I” is not me, but He who dells in this temporary shell designed for this short trek upon this physical plane.

[Matthew 12:18-21] “Behold, My Servant whom I have chosen; My Beloved in whom My soul is well-pleased; I will put My Spirit upon Him, and He shall proclaim justice to the Gentiles. He will not quarrel, nor cry out; nor will anyone hear His voice in the streets. A battered reed He will not break off, and a smoldering wick He will not put out, until He leads justice to victory. And in His name the Gentiles will hope.”

No struggle no fuss. Either you are or you are not. If you have accidently stumbled on this message, then this “accident” the All Seeing Eye has already foreseen in the realm of no time, long before you were born. Either you were meant to be exposed to divine light or were meant to grope in darkness supposing it for the light; either way you are still lost because of the culprit called self.

Self will never find peace and satisfaction it seeks. Man’s religions are magnets but only for the self. If your self is magnetized for greatness you will gravitate being jerked and tossed; you will run to and fro… lost in man’s vortexes.

I have a magnet too; I fell into before I was born; I was in it deep. I was catapulted like a stone from a slingshot and landed on this dreary plane, which I was commanded to beautify and make it more appealing. I was packed with gifts yet unknown to man. They see me; they hear me; they feel something, but they are so afraid to let themselves go and spin in this wondrous realm of mine. They know something and hear the bell, but know not the church steeple, nor the bell.

I hear music my body can’t express because the bulk of this body it is too limited, and too slow. I hear wind that knocks me down to the ground; then picks me up again like a leaf; and spins me around propelling me higher back to the tree from which I fell.

The gentleness I know belongs to no violent man and his warlike ways. The delicate musings, caressings and kisses need no expression on this plane – too crude to grasp their meaning.

A smoldering wick He won’t put out, a battered reed He won’t break off; as long as it clings to His tool; and which one day He will withdraw. But until that moment this tool of His, which He has magnetized, must draw a number of which He only knows; for it’s like moonlight’s iridescent silky web, into which an insect happens to fall.

No pleading, no fighting, no shouting on the streets. Let the blind guides of the blind have their fill too. Let those who resist this magnet’s draw return to their own tug, even to the very center of their ‘own’ selves.

No quarrel, nor stating my rights, nor my tightly embraced beliefs. Why should I argue? Of some I let go, while others do fall into that silvery silky web, but there’s no spider to suck your blood and that’s the secret.

[John 18:9] “Of those whom You have given Me I lost none.”


Bettina Münchberg said...

So wonderful to learn this knowledge!

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