Do we really need a God for the Endtimes?
Why not just send a messenger...... or how about a memo?
Well, a messenger would have defeated the whole purpose.
The real question is..... why would we specifically need a God’s Kingdom?
Even if there is something sort of like an actual God, why couldn’t she have just gone on lurking? Why did she have to come down here, and get in our faces?
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again.... freedom is the recognition of necessity.
Ok, but is this the best possible necessity?
Well, how about the least bad necessity?
Think about it friends....... is gravity really necessary?
A lot of us were thinking, way back then, how great it would be to be able to just float around in space. I think we’ve mostly moved beyond that particular desire.
However, on the other side, gravity is definitely an issue..... when it becomes more optional.
More to the point, perhaps, we could wonder the same thing about our bodies.
What I’m circling back to is the question of the Monad.......
What are going to be the characteristics of the least bad Monad?
From the point of view of having to get in our faces, maybe you would agree that it would not be difficult to think of worse Monads than Chicken Little.
And exactly why does anything need to get in our faces?
Well, my friends, the Eschaton needs to get in our faces.
I’m just suggesting that I might be the least bad face of the Eschaton..... and maybe I’ll be good enough for gummint work.
And why can’t the Eschaton have many faces?
Guess what........? It does.
Each one of us is a face of the Eschaton.
The only question then is...... who would you want to deliver this news..... this news from nowhere?
Well, sports fans, you’re just a little bit behind the eight ball...... because it’s already been delivered. Hasn’t it?
Remember ....... https://www.amazon.com/Three-Faces-Eve-Corbett-Thigpen/dp/0911238514
If you’d been paying attention, you’d have gotten the message back then, back in 1957. It just takes awhile to sink in.
So, all I’m saying is that A,R&D are just the updated version..... of that timeless story.
And, if you don’t believe me, just ask the FBI.... whose fingerprints were on those 60 shell casings?
So, sports fans, you needn’t worry about the message getting through in time.......
Neither snow nor rain nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds.
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Within the sound of silence
You're so vain
You probably think this song is about you
You're so vain,
I'll bet you think this song is about you
Who's tripping down the streets of the city
Smilin' at everybody she sees
Who's reachin' out to capture a moment
Everyone knows it's Windy…
Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps they'll listen now
Hey there, Georgy girl
Dreaming; of the someone you could be
Life is a reality, you can't always run away
Don't be so scared of changing and rearranging yourself
It's time for jumping down from the shelf a little bit