FIRST-TRUMP#top..........Sound the alarm in Zion..... ...........................
FANTASIES, FABLES AND TRADITIONS
If that glass has held any other substance such as milk or juice, every bit of the old substance must be removed or it will contaminate your fresh water. And if that substance has been around for very long, it has turned poison and will harm your health.
Society strives to fill every vessel with its own brand of thinking and attitudes. Society expects and demands that everyone in a particular society be just the same as everyone else in that society.
We think of a Society as a country, or at least as a large gathering of people. This is not necessarily so. For instance, your family is the first society you experience upon entering this world. And that society of parents expends a great deal of time and effort toward conditioning you to think and behave as they do. And along with this effort, your family does all in its power to prevent you from thinking and behaving as other societies that it disapproves of.
The sandbox presents our next society that tries to influence us; then to preschool; then to K-12.
Under usual circumstances a boy's choice of careers was a simple one: he either learned his father's trade, or became an apprentice; and if fortunate enough, he went off to college and learned a skill directed toward a particular career.
TV, movies, the news, and every other form of media cries out for full attention and complience of every segment of society in its effort to drag people toward their product and their way of thinking. Groups of all sorts called "Subcultures" try to rope unaware and undirected youth into them and indoctrinate them with their particular venom.
Institutions of learning work diligently to fill every vessel that comes its way with programs of underachievement, moral decay and illogical Logic under the title of "Modernism."
And the list goes on.
Times have changed. The World has infiltrated the churches and they are just as much diluted and confused (and confusing) as is the World they are trying to attract.
As choices increase, stress, unrest, and uncertainty follow proportionately. A person who is undecided and not committed to a given purpose or direction will feel as if they are in the middle of the desert without food or water, and viewing a road sign with a hundred warnings and promises pointing in every direction. The chances of taking the right path to fulfillment is nil to none, and remaining where one stands is certain death.
But empty is the beginning of being filled.
Empty is not the problem it is imagined to be. Nor is empty that which it is feared to be. Empty is a state of readiness toward that which is to become full.
Fit in? Fit into what?
Since there is no such thing as fitting in, especially in this point of history when society's mores, morals and direction is in a constant state of flux, many people grasp on to some bandwagon that flies a banner of temporal or spiritual promise. This promise might be extended from a movement, or a cult, or a church of some kind. But in each case, fulfillment is promised, as long as its adherents abide by certain expectations or rules.
And the promised fulfilment is soon in coming - and lasts until the expectations change or the humanity of the leadership of said organization becomes apparent through their facade of respectability.
Remember the contaminants that remain from what has been within the vessel from the past.
When we are empty is when we are the most in touch with ourselves, with who we truly are. It is a time when we can be the most honest with, and about ourselves. It is a time when we feel we have nothing to lose by exploring and exposing ourselves because we seem to have lost it all anyway.
I know this state well, because I have been thrust into it often.
Jesus told us that as long as we think we see, we are blind, and in order to see, we must first admit we are blind (John 9:39-41; Rev 3:17).
There is a similar expression used by the secular world that says: "The more I know, the more I know that the less I know."
The moral of both of these sayings is that as long as we have an idea that we are sure of, and the more sure of that idea we are, the less able we will be to recognize the Truth when it comes our way.
Like blindness that we desire to cover up with dark glasses, "lost" is a condition we try to hide, from ourselves, and from others. But in order to become found, we must first recognize and admit our lost state.
Every so often nature cleanses the earth even farther, scrubbing behind the ears so-to-speak with a flood, or a forest fire that forces itself to begin afresh.
Being human, ego driven, and selfish - instead of starting afresh with new ideas, directions and purposes: we worry, fret and grow angry because of our circumstances, and make every effort possible to replace every stick of trash that had been "robbed" from us. Usually this process puts us even farther into debt than we had been as we fill life's dumpster using our overinflated credit card. The result: rather than having been cleansed and renewed, we are now more contaminated, stressed, and less content, than before the cleansing.
In this world of masks and playacting, everyone trying to be just like someone who is themself acting a part, discovering who we are becomes an almost impossible task. Should we try to express our doubts and our lack of self-perception to others, we either receive a blank stare, or we are informed that we worry too much. All that is important is that we pretend to be some body, and that we seek to please our self in whatever way we can.
Not everyone is content to become lost in this muddled world of Halloween masks. There are those who recognize that there is something more to life then making it through one more day.These are the lucky ones. Although life is much harder for them than for the masses of lemmings herding to the cliffs of the sea, they are the ones who impact the world and those around them. It is the different, the weird, the ones who refuse to be influenced by the crowd that have moved this world forward, the ones who have been preserved in our history books. If our forefathers had been obedient to society, or wished to be seen as the same as the accepted norm, then we would not have the electric light, the automobile, the airplane, or even this country of ours. It was the go-it-aloners and the risk takers who have made life livable for us all.
When I tried to live a normal life (and I certainly tried), I found that nothing seemed to work out for me the way it should. There were many times I wondered why I was alive, what I should do, and what it was that is so different about me. I have two eyes, one nose, and the standard number of feet and hands. I am a giving person, ever ready to help or lend an ear. As far as I can see, I am an all around good fellow. And this I have been all my life. Yet, no matter how hard I tried, I just never seemed to fit in.
Although I have said this elsewhere in more detail, I will summerize a bit of my life here for this study.
As a child I was not wanted. My family, although poor, was by all appearances a normal family. But there was something about me that caused my parents (as well as the rest of my immediate family) to discount me. This began when I was in diapers. I knew I was different, and in the way, and unwanted. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't live up to what was expected of me, whatever that might have been.
Although I tried many times, I never had a friend. I had a few vague acquaintances, but never a friend. (I might add here that I have been single all my life, having rarely dated.)
I was thirty years old before any form of reason for living came into my life. And the reason I was accepted and even respected in some ways, was not because I found my niche into which I fit society; but instead it was my difference that caused me much happiness and fulfilment.
From that point on, regardless of what situation I was in, I found contentment and purpose - as long as I kept in mind my differences, and made use of them.
Even to this day, it is my differences that people appreciate about me, and that I appreciate about myself. When I try to be "normal," I am miserable, and no one is able to benefit from my unique qualities.
As a child I used to imagine that I was someone else. I believed that my dreams were real, and my life was all a dream. I did not want to accept that life as I was living it could possibly be real.
I wanted to believe I was adopted. This family who avoided me (they never abused me), who ignored me, I desperately needed to hear them say I was not truly a part of. Much to my disappointment, those words never were spoken.
I was suicidal. From the age of twelve until I was about twenty or so, I very seriously considered driving off a cliff or in some other way ending my torment. The only reason I never carried though with any such intent was because I was a coward, which added to my self-abasement.
Life turned around for me. Life is full and exciting. If I could live forever, I would choose to do so. Day by day life offers me new challenges and new opportunities for growth.
What made the difference? What caused a suicidal kid to become a happy and energetic old man? Is there a key to this mystery?
Yes, there is. Perhaps you might think it was my becoming a Christian that changed my life. You would be wrong if you thought so. I was baptized when I was 12. Is God an important element in my life? Absolutely. And as far as I am concerned, life would not have nearly the fulness nor the purpose it has without Him. But my Spiritual life didn't really begin until two years ago. And my efforts, that I consider my job given to me by God: that is speaking out against "God Babble," is also a recent occurrence.
I believe God has been orchestrating my life, certainly without my awareness, but regardless of this belief, my contentment and purpose for living seems to have been a separate item.
The change in my life began nearly 40 years ago. And it was 40 years ago that I released my efforts to live a "normal" life, and began just living a life as God had given it to me. Of course the process of discovering who I am was slow and almost imperceptible in its transition. I could only tell it had happened. Except for some rare and drastic occurrences, the only way I could tell changes had taken place was when I looked back on them. And that is still the case today. It seems to me that I have always been as I am, and that I haven't grown at all. But when I look back. I can see the mega miles I have traveled, and the great changes I have made.
My advise to anyone desiring to find themself (should I be asked) is to make the best of each and every day; and don't worry if every direction you take runs into a dead end. I have found that there are two things to keep in mind. The first is that we get nowhere if we do not move. And the second is that it is just important to know what is not as it is to know what is so. Without knowing the negatives, we can not be certain the positives are what we should be considering, or just some more opinions tossed at us from the unknowing.
And my advise for those who
do not feel lost: stay buried in
the World until you do.
I ride a bicycle hard for 15 to 50 miles a day, work out with weights for a half hour, and do stomach crunches and limbering exercise on a daily basis. On my 70th birthday or thereabouts I intend to ride 100 miles in one day. I practice at least one of my musical instruments (that I didn't learn to play until I was 65) at least a half hour a day if at all possible. And I spend from 8 to 10 hours a day either writing, or researching for these blogs and websites.
I have more energy, drive, joy and purpose in my "Old Age" than I had in my 20's.
Does this sound like I am bragging? Of course it does. Now, let me put my bragging into its proper perspective.
I met a man on the beach a couple years ago as he was taking pictures of the ocean. As we walked, I noticed he was holding his side and limping a little. I asked about his ailments and was informed that he had always wanted to go sky diving, and did so on his 90th birthday and he fell a little wrong. As for his limp, his son (probably about my age) was running in a triathlon. As this 90 year old ran along side his son, he slipped and hurt his hip. (He has since died, being over a hundred years old.) These are but a very few of the stories about "Over The Hill" people who are still climbing that hill they are supposedly over.
Life ends when you give it up. And it begins when you decide to start living.
I think of this maturing process as a training ground, a Basic Training camp the soldiers must go through. Each of us have these strengthening trials during our life. But almost all of us hide from them, refuse to enter them, and feel we are being mistreated by life when we are confronted with them.
A soldier in training: the harder he hits an obstacle courses and the farther he marches, the stronger and more confident soldier he will become. A student who studies hard and tries to learn more than is required of her is going to be that much more prepared for her chosen career. A boxer who hires the toughest and most capable training partner is going to have his lights knocked out a few times, but he will become a more proficient boxer because of the beating he takes.
The soldier who plays sick during maneuvers; the student who cheats his way through school; the boxer who hires a pansy for a sparing partner: are all going to find their avoidance of life's training disastrous when their times of trial comes upon them.
This first way is a lonely, stressful and despairing way to await the Grim Reaper. It is also a life difficult to justify regardless of your beliefs. If you have no religion but Hedonism, then when you have set this mortal tabernacle aside there will be much rejoicing as others with similar goals as you find they now have that much more with which to satisfy their own lusts.
If you believe in reincarnation, then when you awaken from your period of rest and find yourself in another body, you might just discover your head in a milking stall eating mash and alfalfa. And if you are a Christian, as you stand before that Great White Throne, it might be a good idea to have a suitcase full of sunburn lotion by your side.
Or you can decide to live life to its fullest until it has to be surrendered.
Please keep in mind that I am no psychologist. I don't claim to have any answers. All I am doing here or on any other of my web pages is express my uneducated opinion on a matter, and telling of my own experiences regarding that matter. Should you decide to accept anything I have said as a fact of life, then you must claim that decision as your own, and thereby take full responsibility for it. And, as you hopefully have seen from the above article, taking responsibility for one's life is the heart of what I am trying to persuade the world to do.
Cogito ergo sum
( I think, therefore I am)
[The above is a response to the following comment left on my blog:1 comments: Anonymous said... I don't believe any of the god babble; but you make some good points about the issues that I am currently trying to work out for myself. I have partially lost touch with my own reality in that I simply can't tell who I am - I am not convinced that, that which I tell myself is real. I've always had to convince people around me of things about myself that I did not believe myself to begin with.
I think. ]
To NEWLY ADDED PAGE
*To WELCOME PAGE
TO BIBLE CONTENTS
To SITE MAP
To .info HOME PAGE
Contact me by e-mail
top of page
www.Tumbleweed.name __ Morality Stories - Bible Studies - Ethics__www.First-Trump.info