Peacocks Paradise
Sylvia Shawcross
Come with me now down this path. It is a path soft with the fallen frailties of the forest, rusted leaves and bits of seeds and twisted twigs. I brought you here to see something, down there at the end of the path where the canopy of trees opens to an awakening sky and a green field silvered tender by an early frost waits for us. Not anxiously but patiently. It is what is there I want to show you.
But take your time because the essence of these ancient woods is sacred sweet and nourishes the starved as if the travellers there were its own children loved into its soul’s own expanse. It will only reluctantly give you back to the fields and you can sometimes still taste its longing for you when you emerge, a swift reaching caught in your peripheral vision like a stray tear or a ghost remembering.
Do you see him? He is standing there regally in the clipped and tidy grasses as if he were a King. But he is not a king from here. He is far from home, a scatterling from another place brought simply to stay here because he is regal and exotic and splendidly ornate. Ocean teal Iridescent in the rising of the sun and his tail lifted to a spread of jewelled spectacle.
They say he is proud but he is not. He is simply splendid and exotic and ornate and he does not know his own beauty except to ply it now and then in ecstatic courtship or display. He does not know that he is unlikely.
But why did I bring you here to show you this? You have seen peacocks before. But not this one in this field in this light and in this way. It is not often we can find such an ordering of beauty in a silver field. It reminds you of the Creator God whatever and whoever you might conceive that to be.
This bird, this sky, this vulnerable field of early frost. It is all unlikely. But there it is.
But I could have brought you elsewhere. A different place…. Oh, let’s go there. Just for a minute. In our pursuit of the unlikely.
This path is stony and twiggy as it leads to the river. It’s usually smudged with humidity here in this particular place and the sky is wretchedly heavily blue but we could be further north where the wilds are truly wild and there are bad-tempered winds. It doesn’t matter.
For now we are simply by a riffled-pool in a stream that leads to the gravelly river where the air is still. We are not here to see the river though. Rivers are just rivers really. We are here by a stream to watch under the great draping tree with its roots partially shading the haze mirrored water.
There is a creature there and he is absolutely absurd. He is unlikely. Extremely ridiculously outrageously unlikely. Whereas the peacock can catch your breath with awe, the platypus expels it in guffaw. The poor damn platypus. Are we to love him less for he is foolish? Are we not to marvel at a mammal laying eggs with a venomous horny spur on his ankle and splayed legs and rudimentary ribs on his neck vertebrae and a beak for a mouth and a beaver’s tail?
I suspect the Creator God was having a bad hair day that day. It was either that or He/She/It etc. left drunken scientists in charge. Or a committee. A platypus could most definitely have been created by committee. Things designed by committee are always absurd. But that is not the point.
The point is the Creator God (whatever whoever you conceive Him/Her/It/They/Zer/Zim/Cis/Grr/2SLGBTQ+ or minus etc… to be) made both the peacock and the platypus and here we are… looking for peacocks in a platypuses’ world.
Now you might think this has nothing whatsoever to do with anything and of course you’d be right. My point would be that at least the majority of us are looking for peacocks in a platypuses’ world rather than actually thinking we are the peacocks. Our world leaders think they are peacocks. The poor damn bastards. They each and every one think they are what we’re looking for and of course, they are not. But that’s not really the metaphor.
The metaphor (if that is what this might be) is that we had a world that was kind of muddling along and then the leaders and scientists and banksters and those technotypes arrived to design a peacock utopia that is turning into a platypus dystopia. We are living in a world now designed by committee and pompous peacocks.
But they’re not peacocks. They just think they are. They’re not even an organized committee. They’re kind of a new world order cult or something living in a Bankster’s Paradise. We have got to stop feeding them so they can moult back into the human-like creatures they actually might be. But that’s not the point either come to think of it.
The point would be that we must love the peacock and the platypus equally but do we have to love those that just think they’re peacocks? (We don’t have to worry about world leaders pretending to be platypuses because who the hell would pretend to be a platypus anyway? Even they aren’t that delusional.)
Did I say that was the point? Don’t be ridiculous. That’s not the point.
The point is that scientists mucking about measuring everything that has no business being measured and fiddlefarting with DNA and trying to recreate human existence with artificial intelligence think they are Creator Gods and are working together with their cult fake-peacock leaders. It is inevitable we’re going to end up in this platypus dystopia without a hope in hell. So get out there and protest something. Anything. There’s lots to choose from. Maybe next week we’ll discuss how to choose your mission while living in a platypuses’ dystopia.
Here’s an earworm. Maybe it means something. I don’t know anymore since I had to devolve my rhetoric there for something to do and to annoy all those obsessed with every jot and tittle and grasshopper spittle.
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Nature is wonderful and a strong indication of the existence of a creator. The peacock is fabulous. But so are so many other birds. The grey crowned crane is fabulous. The toucans and the aracari are a little quirky but splended none the less.I was fortunate to see my first wild toucans and aracaris in Brazil recently. The platypus has absolutely nothing to apologise for. An amazing creature. It is at the limits of what is possible. Like the hummingbirds which I hope to speak of in more detail at some stage.
Speak as well, please, of the robins – if only because my mother loved them above all other birds. Watching them bounce about, she would say they look like they want to talk to you. And they do.
it’s interesting isn’t it? every time there’s a whiff of tyranny, of totalitarianism, doctors appear. ready to poke and experiment on and mind fuck the people. odd.
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At what point does it not become obvious to all?
She had two hearts?!?!?!
Brazil
The clot shot continues to kill. And yet substantial segments of the population continue to test for convid and continue to have themselves subjected to the clot shot.
Good looking chick. I spent two weeks in Brazil last month. Or Brasil as they spell it. I went there to visit the Pantanal wetlands to view jaguars and other wildlife and birds. Also the fabulous Iguazu falls. It was a great trip. A bit risky for an elderly couple in poor health to travel so far but for once our guardian angels got off their arses and took care of us. No missed flights, no lost baggage, no illness despite a punishing regime of very early mornings to improve wildlife sightings.
Brazil is a bit of a parallel universe. Despite being poorer than the West the culture is very similar. Chicks in short shorts and so on. Glitzy consumerist malls. But with one important difference. Hardly any one speaks English. Even hotel and airline check in clerks. In Santiago and Buenos Aires and Amsterdam many people speak English but not so in Brazil. A bit daunting at times but not enough to spoil the trip.
So sad it is that healthy, fit and beautiful people in the prime of their lives are succumbing to the vile genetic injections perpetrated upon the people of the world by money- and power- greedy slime-bags. Such a waste of human potential.
BBC Science (9:38): “Why cant science beat viruses”?
Why havent science been able to beat the flue since the Spanish flue killed 100 mio in 1918, the worst virus in mankinds history??
Why havent we moved a mm further in flue science with our telescope and microscope research???
We cannot understand it! Too little funding? Lack of professors? Lack of Senior Researchers? Lack of Centre Research Institutes? Lack of understanding from our politicians? Lack of promotion of the problem in our media? Putin? The Muslims? The slant eyed?
Some one is gonna pay and hang in a lamp post for this, and those are NOT Science
Why does being a peacock or a platypus matter?
Either way there is a symbiotic relationship between those two, and the environment they live in, where they want to be free to survive.
We are a varied species because we thrive with differences between cultures that find their own ways to survive and grow.
Why do you think TPTB want to destroy our variety with trying to push us all together? Not to mention, it is more natural than not, that people are attracted more to people that share their culture.
There is a reason that Bluebirds don’t mate with Robins.
There is also a reason that Bluebirds don’t murder Robins, and vice versa. That is reserved for PREDATOR MINDS.
Minds that no longer understand that there is a symbiotic relationship, because all they care about is the next government hand out.
TPTB will destroy all manner of culture to Build Back Better.
Bluebirds and Robins are two different species within the Bird family; that’s why they don’t mate. All humans currently on earth are one species, Homo Sapiens, within the Primate family. (I’m speaking in common English and not in Linnaeus’s lingo which I don’t know.) The various races within that species can all mate together just fine; and to me, the more genetic diversity comes into play, the more and more beautiful the progeny of multi-racial matings become.
Never said that humans can’t interracially mate.
The point being that two birds, of different colors, are not attracted for mating purposes, to birds not their color. I bet money that the birds could be mated, in a lab, or otherwise, and create a new mixed bird.
The point being that it is natural to want to mate with humans that are your color and race.
TPTB are attempting to characterize this natural tendency as inherent racism.
There are many mixed race people that wouldn’t agree with your assessment, because in their formative years they don’t feel like they fit in.
The first “global” bankster was the Jew abortion, the whore of Babylon, er, I mean, the holy Roman Catholic church, owing much to the the Mediterranean-wide monetary network selflessly set up by the Templars by the time of the second Crusade, and the Silk Road going west through Damascus and Baghdad. Pay tribute to the Rothschild neocolony in Palestine, because it is the Holy Laad, or else…
That’s not to say the Roman empire didn’t have a Mediterranean-wide monetary network before, but it was all Roman territory at that time.
Peacocks aren’t quite the thing of beauty that you make them out to be. First of all this plumage is just something that’s reserved for the male, the (female (peahen) is a rather drab creature. The peacock himself is often a bit tatty — a display in good condition is magnificent but also comparatively rare. These birds tend to be like chickens, they’ll set up home anywhere they can and, like feral chickens, be a real nuisance to the people who have to live with them (they’re really noisy, rather territorial and basically don’t give a damn).
The humble platypus seems to be a species that’s only desire in life is to be left alone to carry on with its life. So, its got a duck bull, lays eggs and has venomous spurs on its hind legs? So what. You leave it alone, it leaves you alone.
I notice a little knocking copy about those damn “scientists”. Again. (Sigh.) Science makes the world that you live in, the one that you appear to take for granted. Sure, its a tool and like any tool it can be abused. But that’s the messenger/message problem, Science will tell you, though, that bird plumage is usually a rather boring gray color, its merely the fine structure of the feathers that diffracts light and gives feathers their beautiful,irridescent look. (Put simply, all that show is really fake…ha!)
I always pick on scientists because they have a sense of humour. And likely I always will. It is the way it is I’m afraid.
Back to mirror again. “What you say is yourself”. Projective identification. Again. (Sigh).
We see, feel and hear the beauty in nature, the colourful will of our Creator, and here comes the Scientist and tell us we get it all wrong: “In “reality” nature is fake and boring. If it were not for science it wouldnt exist at all.”
Philosopher Kierkegaard quote:
“With the Natural Sciences, it can’t help at all to indulge [oneself]. <b>You stand there defenseless and completely unable to control.</b>
<b>The researcher immediately begins to ramble on with his details, now you have to go to Australia, now to the moon, now down into a cave under the ground, now the devil in the ass – after an intestinal worm;</b>
<b>now the Telescope must be used, now the Microscope: how Satan can endure it!</b>”.
Soooo…..we may have our reasons for those damn “scientists”. All the best.
“Science makes the world that you live in….” I rest my case upon your double-edged sword.
Perhaps (and that’s a very big perhaps) science once did some good. Now all it does is bad. It’s not a matter of messenger/message. It’s a matter of who has preempted science for its own purpose. That would be the military and its sundry partners.
Nothing we “take for granted” was not originally commissioned by the military for conquest (sometimes euphemistically referred to as “defense”). A good case can be made that science was never intended for anything but military advancement.
Iron, brass, bronze: all smelting was to make better weapons. And now it’s come full circle to that again.
Scientists have two choices: work for the destruction of humanity or go sit in the corner wearing a Dunce Cap.
I’ve stayed in hotels that had bastard peacocks in the gardens.
From a distance they look lovely but when they wake you up with their ugly “CRAARK” they reveal their true, evil selves. Strutting around like, well, peacocks
I wonder; if you cut off their tail feathers will they turn into stupid pheasants?
That should be our aim (metaphorically, of course)
They only wanted to be left alone.
Quite amazing creature, and science think this creature came from a chimpanzee and collected it by itself. https://youtu.be/ULGWBWPXqzM
This piece contains some of the best poetry I’ve read in a long time. Three thumbs up!
At the close of his Nobel address, Seamus Heaney spoke of “poetry’s power to do the thing which always is and always will be to poetry’s credit”.
“The power to persuade that vulnerable part of our consciousness of its rightness in spite of the evidence of wrongness all around it, the power to remind us that we are hunters and gatherers of values…
That our very solitudes and distresses are creditable, in so far as they, too, are an earnest of our veritable human being.”
He could have added, from an earlier poem:
“History says, don’t hope
On this side of the grave.
But then, once in a lifetime
The longed-for tidal wave
Of justice can rise up,
And hope & history rhyme.
So hope for a great sea-change
On the far side of revenge.
Believe that further shore Is reachable from here,”
I wonder what ChatGTP would say about this. Oh how I go off on harangues about this… must stop myself again. I’ll be quiet now. 🙂 TY
Here is one you might like…
Old king Cole was a merry old soul, and a merry old soul was he
He called for a light in the middle of the night, to go to the WC
That night the moon shone on the closet door, the candle had a fit
Old king Cole fell down the hole, and swallowed a lump of shit 😁
How nice!
RE: So get out there and protest something. Anything. There’s lots to choose from.
You can’t say that enough…
I protest against the change in the English language that allows ‘protest’ to be used as a transitive verb.
Man, the comment section on Off-G has really declined. The quality of the comment section was one of the best things about Off-Guardian. Now, it seems most comments are cynical knee-jerk replies without meaningful content.
Well, peacocks go “honk, honk”, which someone in Canada’s parliament said means “He*l Gitler.”
So there’s that.
And they do the “train rattle” when they shake yuh tail feather… death rattle and trains, not a good combo.
There were many peacocks and hens at the estate of Count Zborowski, near my home near Canterbury. He built the prototype that became Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Honk, honk.
https://youtu.be/dMP2DqDONV0 (Glorious Spanish version).
“Meaningful” to whom? To those who because we the people are at war with the “ruling” class somehow imagine we are unique in that regard and therefore deserve to be more strident than all the others who have gone before us fighting just to live their lives?
Human history is rife with wars and skirmishes and consequent destruction of whole cities, entire fields, and even innocent people who had the misfortune of being in the path of whatever juggernaut happened by.
I would argue that knee-jerk hostility is every bit as cynical as “knee-jerk replies….”
Meaningful to those of us opposing the Great Reset (or whatever you want to call it), of course. Unless we have ruling class agents in the comment section. Given the thoughtlessness of the comments of late, that may well be the case. (All one needs to do is poison the well.) The comment section of Off-G used to be the best part of the site, comments often at least as thoughtful and informed as the article authors themselves.
That is not true anymore.
The quality of the articles published on Off-G has not changed that much in the last 3 years (since I have been a daily reader) but the comments definitely have fared for the worse.
There is no reset various doesn’t just vanish while you’re adhearing under credit to build back up a personal rating at Home.
“Clive Williams” is an algorithm.
Back-ended aardvarks tend to gush until they stick to strict credit ratings which vanish by nightfall. It’s not personal! Home is where the reset various is as it vanishes. I think we can all adhere to this. You are building so much, amigo!
Certainly the quality of articles hasn’t changed (as evidenced by this article). However, the subject matter has necessarily changed immensely. Back then almost ever article was about Covid; and so were most comments.
What you saw back then wasn’t a better quality of comments; but rather a far more concentrated cluster of comment subjects – which merely made the comments appear more thoughtful and apropos.
I don’t know, seems to me the issues are just as serious. (Especially as “Covid” isn’t over it is just entering a new phase.) Check out the other replies to this comment for examples of inanity.
Howard, I’ve just seen your comment to me on the Off-G article published 29th August, ‘Let’s kill all the lawyers…’.
I’ve replied to your post, but it’s gone into ‘pending’, so may be a bit of time to wait before it’s printed.
Okay. I will look for it later. Thanks.
American public is knee-jerk-ism Howard it’s one of the Reasons they don’t talk English. They speak in American.
Sounds Similar to English language that’s all, but it’s not anything other than American overseas. Case in point, money has no language. Therefore if you were in the UK today, what’s your point seeing We are British. It’s a preverbable Classic …”Sir, you dont speak English your an American.
You miss an important point: Americans don’t wish to speak English. Formal language (which actually does exist) is actually looked down on as phony. Which is of course the inevitable offshoot of America’s distrust and dislike of intellectuals.
We like ’em tough and crude.
(I plan on watching “Six Degrees of Separation” for about the 10th time. If you haven’t seen it, it opens with Will Smith gently and oh so carefully saying “Hello.” It’s a beautiful movie.
BTW, apropos of this thread: I wanted but couldn’t find a way to insert the phrase “This evening” in the above sentence – but there’s no way of doing that without making it sound like I plan on watching the movie 10 times this evening. Yeah: sometimes I too hate formal English.)
It”s great watching the nothingness that is the UK manifest it’s true nature day after day through your comments. You have nothing to offer the world and never did. You would do well to hold your USofAs protégés close. You lose them and your miserable island is less than TaiWang.
Clive … the world looks forward to speaking RusChin, not whatever “English” you seem to be defending.
How miserably you people have served Humanity.
Depart. Feed yourselves on your shame. Nurture yourselves on your failed attempt to steal the wealth of the globe. You will be sickly and skinny. This is what you deserve.
You are referring to the missing preposition. This is NewSpeak, obeisance to “American” and the ongoing devolution of all communication. Soon, an AI may help us to pick out the appropriate pictograms.
One day, you won’t have to mar, mention, invoke, draw or what have you, into your exceptional work, anything to do with politics and politicians.
I long for the day.
More and more,
Your work is art.
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Meanwhile, I think we should stop opposing, no more “protests” no more politician provoked anti-orientaition, turn our backs on, and faces away from, politicians, walk away, and instead, TAKE UNEXPECTED, POSITIVE INITIATIVE, “FOR” something.
Like the beautiful walk to the special place you just took us.
A parallel world.
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Thank you, Sylvia.
Always a great pleasure to see you at OG.
CHEERS!
TY Matt. I am on off-guardian here and its not a creative writing site really. I’m trying to find a place to put both beauty and outrage and its a rough go. There are so many many things wrong and so many many people in sadness and worry and now perhaps anger because denial is wearing off at this stage with the death of the western world. The funeral of democracy is not a pleasant event. And there are only insects being served with tofu tea at the funeral so nobody wants to stay and chat for long.
Are you familiar with Babylon Bee on You Tube? They have a longer than normal skit (it’s 17 minutes) giving memorials to things which died in 2020.
I hope I’m not being presumptuous linking to it. But the death of western culture is one of the memorials offered at 3:30 minutes.
In Memoriam: Aunt Jemima And Other Victims Of Cancel Culture – YouTube
oh i HAVe to watch that Howard… 🙂 Thank you
Thanks to OG, you are welcome.
Sylvias (a)Wake(ning us)[not Woke(ning us)]
JJ salutes you.
Also, do you think one day writers will write love stories to the urban landscapes they are being herded into? Will pavement become silver and public posters become picasso’s? Will the gutters be streams and manholes be caves? Will pots of flowers be our gardens then? And will the secret spaces between the grey buildings remember what they used to be? Ach… i feel another writing coming on…. sigh…
Wishing for tomorrow’s that never come. Fools Paradise imo. I’ll put forward the American Public are 50% more social distant than they were in close to 1970, if you like as a suggestion.
The problem is they said exactly the same shit in 1920, 1870, 1820, 1770, etc.
Muahh, muahh, muahh.
The bible is said to have been written 3000-5000 years ago.
Same shit, whining and crying about all our problems. Ancient times were better, not.
Sylvia stick to your ability to see and hear and write fine poetry, because this is what life is about.
Erik, don’t act a prick chum over Bible’s. and money was nowhere in my mind but if it is butting in over a mere suggestion, perhaps you might try a touch of beautiful Realism once awhile yourself.
Personally spent the whole night of the 30th alone in PA, outdoors to observe the most incredible super Moon I’ve ever seen yet.
I have to be honest, you mean you Exist as sentient being ?
Where is PA ? If not Palo Alto, and why did you first start commenting,
With a Covid moniker, for clarity ?
Also, for orientation, you must be quite young, if that is the best super blue moon you’ve seen to date. How old are you approximately ?
Time spent alone is truly invaluable towards keeping the push & pull
of Magnetic forces in a wholesome perspective of very real scientific parameters… you sound ‘real’ for once: or are you just fine
Tuning Automated Intelligence?
My once and flourishing community garden plot, PLOT14!, now consists of flowerpots in my west and northwest facing windows that get about, max, 5-hours direct sunlight per day, from the summer solstice, for about a month, then, less so, ’til expiry.
Believe it or not, there are now a couple of tiny, green cherry tomatoes forming.
Previously, they only stayed on the window sill for about six weeks, before hardening off and transplantation.
I was expelled from my plot, after 20-years, by Bureautariatic edict, and their “not for profit’ KAPO-LICE, as punishment for the crime and sin (conditionally discharged) of resisting “recommended mandatory” conditions imposed on the open space and citizen cultivators, not to mention the warrantless raid on my apartment, and my subsequent imprisonment.
But that’s all in the past, I won’t mention it again, sorry to keep vomiting it up in everybody’s face.
By the way, in 2020, PLOT14! attained the condition of a self-maintaining experiment in the practice of welcoming and encouraging diversity and competition, an attempt to encourage a simulated natural environment with minimal intervention.
They never allowed me to return, but what I learned, from one of the gardeners, was that a Hare made itself at home there, over the winter, and, so, as a result of prolonged closure went undetected, giving birth to two kits!
A nasty gardener chased them out!
Then!
I learned that the Three Hares is an ancient symbol found inscribed all over the world from the UK & Europe, to Asia, up, around and back again.
There’s even a scholarly book written about it, and an excellent lecture by one of the authors.
https://www.newscientist.com/article/2082809-the-three-hares-motif-is-an-ancient-mystery-for-our-times/
By the way, again, it wasn’t the first time the Bureautariat sicced their goon squad on me.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AiI2NQUZd1E&pp=ygUdSm9obiBtYWhvbmV5IGdhemV0dGUgYmVlcyBuZGc%3D
It’s a great life if you don’t weaken, so it is said. I suspect you are not a weak man. Carry on. 🙂
The great beauty and wonder of the real platypus is that it neither knows nor cares how unlike a peacock it is.
The great horror and misery of pretend peacocks is that they neither know nor care who they really are, for only disguises matters to them.
And when the disguise is discovered?
They quickly don another costume – usually the Ugly Duckling so as to get sympathy. And, lo and behold, it usually works.
Or else they call in Ayn Rand to portray them as victims of a system they only serve but never, ever have any say in.
Our particular leader is donning that victim costume to no avail at the moment. I’m not sure what he’ll pull out next. It might be quite frightening. Just in time for Hallowe’en.
Ah, but has he begun literally babbling inanely like our Dear Leader in the US?
As comic Jimmy Dore pointed out, if this were your uncle it would be cruel to laugh at him; but the supposed “leader” of the “Free World” (oxymoron alert) is another matter altogether.
As long as he is President he is free from being hauled into the judicial system to account for himself isn’t he? Isn’t that the point then… But of course no leader is elected, they are usually selected someone said. All part of the plan.
Hmm. A good start to my day.
Pushing robot animals again with yet another “magic” reference thrown in:
https://dumptheguardian.com/society/2023/sep/01/its-almost-magical-how-robotic-pets-are-helping-care-home-residents
As Pilato’s always saying, steal the real and sell you back the fake.
Care home residents, sadly, may not even notice the difference. But that’s technology’s way: start small and work your way up until you ensnare everyone eventually.
Welcome back Syl. Brilliant as usual. I’ve missed you…
This line has particularly meaning to me, as I have written about it often…
“The point is that scientists mucking about measuring everything that has no business being measured and fiddlefarting with DNA and trying to recreate human existence with artificial intelligence think they are Creator Gods and are working together with their cult fake-peacock leaders. “
I can’t help but feel empathy for most scientists. They are little boys at heart with an insatiable desire to take apart mommy’s alarm clock. I think the evil doers round these innocents up (not all are innocent, mind you) and force them to do their bidding by dangling shiney new alarm clocks in front of them. They are like the wicked witch’s Winkies in the Wizard of Oz…not necessarily evil at the core, but hypnotized by evil.
I tease scientists a lot because I know they have a sense of humour overall which is possibly generalizing a group but it is what I’ve found in my wanderings. Hypnotized by evil. There’s a good title. 🙂 TY Todd
Think you might flatter modern scientists a lil too much brother. The days are long gone when a guy could get funded to be in an ivory tower & do his own thing with his mom’s alarm clock. If a young post-doc wants to earn a living these days & support his family he has to serve Babylon knowingly – and he has to put his name to non-science and to falsehoods quite routinely. Not evil, but not innocent either.
Platypus sightings in their natural habitat are rare.
Peacocks, on the other hand.
Thanks Syl 🙂
Sir David Attenborough:”The LGBXYZ pedo inclusive peecock in his natural environment is a wonder to behold as he leads us down the garden path.”
Mearsheimer’s garden path and Joseph Borell’s jungle are rather dangerous locations
so I hear. Should we be concerned? Just checking.
The problem and irony is that most of those lamenting our Godless world, have not acknowledged God. If you complain about a degenerate and evil world, it’s because your creator made things in love, in righteousness. Therefore, you must submit to God and promise to uphold His creation. The Logos.
Those truthers now who are not committed to serving God are completely worthless.
I do not feel that anyone is worthless, particularly those who I might deem different to me. We are all human. We are all on the ladder of enlightenment in some form or another. Don’t be angry with those who are not where you are zenpriest. They too struggle with their lives. We are all struggling. God or no God. Love is all.
No anger here Syl. “Worthless” describes their current state. Which they can change if they want to.
They are currently worthless because they are hypocrites and imbeciles for both thirsting for God’s order and rejecting God at the same time. Where do they think righteousness and order and love comes from?
I’m very afraid to suggest that most people seem to have lost sight of looking for righteousness, order and love. And if they do, they interpret the actions that lead to these things all very differently.
Christ warn us against the trap of feeling superior because we found and read the scriptures. Humility.
“Serving?” The concept of “serving” is so evil it could only have come from Satan. If a God wants “serving” then perhaps this God is a devil in God’s robes.
It’s not my problem if you see serving as oppressive. Husband and wife serve each other. Is this evil too?
By serving God, I best serve myself and others. I guess this is evil…
I thought we had better thinkers on here.
You claim to be a priest. Priests are supposed to serve and advise lost people.
So it is your problem to explain to Howard how to see and understand “to serve.
So, take on your labour pants. “You got it for free, and shall give it to others for free”.
Saying “serving God” implies a condition of servitude – even forced servitude.
I realize “serve” has many meanings, not all of them necessarily negative (to serve dinner, e.g.). However, when service is coupled with a powerful, ruling figure, it cannot but connote something evil.
It’s that simple.
What Christ mean with serve each other and God is this:
Each of us have our special ability yes? Sylvia is writing poetry serving and pleasing her fellow man, an Architect build houses to please our comfort and eyes, a mechanic make your car function he serve you, a farmer serve you with meat and bread, a.s.o.
We call it human civilisation is to serve each other.
When we serve each other, we serve God, because we pleases God when we do things after the perfect idea of his creation.
“Go and fill up the earth and serve each other. Love your neighbour as yourself.”
But….we still have a snake walking around here.
Many Baptists (and Baptists are among the most devout of the religions – except maybe for John D. Rockefeller, who was Baptist) – many Baptists will tell you that your good works are as nothing in God’s eyes. That only your faith has value to God. (This was told to my mother, a Baptist, by a preacher.)
Its because you/we have already done so much sins so we cannot work it back, why the eternal life or allowance are giving to us only by mercy.
We can get this God’s mercy if we try by heart/faith to follow God’s 10 Commandments the best we can. Seems logical to me.
“Service” ≠ “servitude”. Helping ppl & restoring Truth is VOLUNTARY service for the Lord. I believe anyone who gives their time & energy selflessly to that end – eg those who run this site – is serving the Lord. You don’t have to be Christian or have any religion in order to achieve that – which is where I differ completely from “zenpriest” – misnamed I think, not very zen and not very priestly in the sense I understand it.
The pursuit of truth leads to Jesus.
The pursuit of Nirvana leads to …
‘Submit and promise’?
No.
Love, Life, or God if you prefer, requires no submission.
Either you realize ‘God’ or you don’t. End of story.
Welcome back! Your uplifting voice is much appreciated!
Well I was getting quite dark there so the break is helping. Sort of. We’ll see how long I can remain snarky before descending into horror and despair again… lol
Excellent, thank you Sylvia. “…the fallen frailties of the forest…” – I know this place.