My beloved is like a gazelle or a young stag. Behold, he stands behind our wall; He is looking through the windows, gazing through the lattice. My beloved spoke, and said to me: “Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone."
Analogous for God into and on us.
Passions of love and romance, substitute worship, for a/the predominant idol-god. Never seeks to amaze, how the presentation on media, (have to/for others, watch T.V. dramas here and there), consistently presents; the clever and economically rich, driven and successful, all the mod cons – reduced to sexual lust. Not even romantic ideals, just hots for. One the other night, added resentment and jealousy. Can't leave sins un-tapped eh. Next week, revenge.
Designer dresses, clever careers and family dreams. Not just drivel and childish scripts but ever the controllers psyche-up and morally degrade: "Look now, too stupid to have dumped y'TV, gawk at those who’ve got societies top goals. Subconsciousness or otherwise, emulate and meditate, all they really want is… sex."
Not with/and -but- apart/from. It is, a reduction. Sex all that remains. A cynical mandate. Hence the dark ones rituals adding youth and younger, murder and cannibalism.
Of course that-that, so why not some harmless, raging, uncommitted sex? Add fuels, to whip up the stimulate. Laugh and feel so good. What the prob? When/if there’s “no God” – what we waiting for?
...All I can do is try and turn T.V. memories into reacting prayer. Talk out to God, tap here… to God. Despair at humanity is great. Fed a diet of media gloss has truly screwed us. Royally. Quite content shouting about the onslaught ripping us apart, but do remind, is a beaten force.
Like said-T.V. drama, surface one-thing and yet, it’s The 21st Century illness, below. Prescribed inoculation. Upshot: No-one talking, so much, about so much. All on the decrease. On the world and life we live in and seriously speaking, somewhat decried. 'Not polite talk' is extending.
OR: Newstalk, which is media most-pernicious. If not alarmed at the six o’clock news etc for it’s editorial madness, you been proper knocked-out and the re-programming is severely underway. Unlikely aware of what’s really going on at all. Having said, been coming around to the alternative-in-the-know traps. Is this.
All to prelude: Makes me wanna Run Away. Not 'from' the world/live in, far from it, but from addressing it through engaging and confronting without 'closing the door'. A lot, more.
Should/maybe/sometime hit the streets, while for now, this typing is. Sort of. Practice disclosure and prophetics. Yet and yup the way to deal with is a withdrawal. To repeat: No escape and boarded-up seclusion. It’s how, to face the beast on God’s terms. In God’s power. Unseen geographics and a prayer closet.
And emotionally: Need God. Oh... need God. In blank spaces and difficult silences, maybe. Until the yoke of whatever, and far as, that knackers unnecessarily is smashed. Don’t want to talk-up the oppression. Its got a lot of the charade about it. Don’t want to speak myself down. But overall and surveying Mr. and Mrs. humanity? Got to be ready. In the decline, where soldiers must stand. Got to be.
Come away with me. Can we hear this? Goes with, “come out of Babylon”. This babel-place is being built, within this world and life. A second life. Turn on, tune in and let the radiating waves morph us into the clandestine researchers and scientists from hell’s monsters. As said, Jordan Peterson’s flops when he suggests, it’s every accumulative better-us and better still. Yea and ney. In, we can’t leave out – the 'better' is an essential, honest historical and social assessment, about the crime families and crimmie ways. The ones Jordan and intelligentsia chose to sublimate. Otherwise... all that’s being said, got the fundamentalist hippie-talk about it.
‘Come away’ might not be a happy jaunt. More a rough and tumble, post-abuse and in recovery, from this techno driven, synthetic states-takeover plan and activities. Taken time to get this despised and rejected. Self-wise but in the shadows of surrounding selves, we're being farmed to breed into. To produce hate and war. Not a zippy-up view. ALL I know is though; going off with God, is our thorough answer. Go literal and turn-off, all but.