Saturday, July 15, 2017
Tony Curtis--The Manitou
"Tony Curtis--The Manitou"
My big brother, not Christ, but my bio-bro made me watch this movie when I was a little kid; as a result, I learned plenty, for there are no coincidences in life.
All Tony Curtis ever desired in life, as he admitted on Letterman years back, was to wear tight pants, in order to show his junk. Damn girl--I'm not being raunchy--this is freaking Tony Curtis, and he played in the true story of a genuine erudite with no education, dubbed: The Great Impostor.
The American Indian or Native American friend he had in The Manitou, that medicine and holy man, humbly stated: "I'm just a simple man with a bag of tricks."
Men don't carry purses anymore. You know how much shit my Dad had in his wallet? We all need a medicine bag. But nobody believes. Anti-Psychotics that paralyze, but to hell with the sea salt and lavender. Crystals as grids. Crystal radios with copper wire. Nah, it's all bullshit. The ancients were stupid. We have Internet porn--they did not.
My watch is still quartz powered. My Pap's. Animism is true, in a sense. Not a sparrow falls from the sky that My Father doesn't know about; furthermore, Christ said to look at the flowers, and that in all of King Solomon's glory they are ornamented and clothed better than him.
If the truth frightens you, keep drinking and escaping into adultery. A woman's bosom will not console you like courage and admittance of truth. The Norse people get into Valhalla by being brave, and there was none braver than Christ, hanging on a tree as did the All Father. But I do not babble like a pagan, for God knows my every thought, and the Our Father is ALL I need.
Out of Control--Christ's Way
"Out of Control--Christ's Way"
The Spirit led Christ up the mountain. There, he faced the devil. The devil said He could give Him all the women, riches, and fame of this world. Christ said He had no use for it. The devil departed, in a state of stupefaction; next, the angels comforted Christ, and the Disciple asked Him who He was talking to--Christ basically said: "The prince of this world. But he has no control over Me. I'll do my job--I guarantee it."
Christ healed on the Sabbath, telling them: "If your son falls into a well on the Sabbath, you must rescue him." He was out of control, not listening to anyone save His Father.
Then, to teach Him a lesson, they murdered Him--the death sentence, yet Christ didn't listen. Not even death could control him. He rose. No man or angel should control you and make you a robot, for God has granted you free will. It is your duty to only fear and obey God. Caesar has his reward, for now.
Friday, July 14, 2017
Freedom of Speech; plus, Freedom of Religion
"Freedom of Speech; plus, Freedom of Religion"
This is a real bitch for some people. I know you guys are reading--you can't seem to get enough of crazy. Especially the ladies in the pseudo-family. But as Christ said: "My family are those who do the Will of God."
Lock Him up; He's delusional. But they did start counting time after He defied gravity, going skywards, and beyond.
"I am the vine, and ye are the branches--if you eat of My Body and drink of My Flesh. Apart from Me--you can do nothing." Doesn't sound like cotton candy to me.
What would He always tell them after He healed them: "Now, sin no more--or worse things will happen."
But the six pack is cold, vacations, denial of duty, throwing down the cross and running to watch Internet porn. You finks.
But don't worry. He didn't die for you. Only for the Chosen. Stay out of a peasant woman's business. She is a child of God. You are not. If you deny Him; He will deny you. As it is written.
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