Sunday, March 27, 2016

Christ, Wicca, and G. Gordon Liddy

   
   "Christ, Wicca, and G. Gordon Liddy"   
   
   A Trinity of pure WILL!  Of course, the toughest scrapper in American History, the infamous though religiously Catholic G. Gordon Liddy, a master of the Latin language, being educated by the Jesuits, his autobiography was dubbed WILL, for he knew how to get things done.
   Named after Lord Byron, he was mad, bad, and dangerous to know.  Not near 6 foot tall, yet his physique transcended muscle--it was pure gristle.  An attorney, FBI guy, talk radio host, B movie actor, pilot, but best known for being a felon.
   Liddy didn't let this get him down.  He flipped it into a state of awesomeness.  He survived maximum security incarceration for years, all due to WILL.  He WILLED himself to survive!  And is one dude nobody wants to mess with--if they're wise.  Dude didn't bleed Kool-Aid, but the Ichor of the gods.
   And Wicca, while getting beyond the god and goddess, you have WILL.  You sincerely WILL it to happen.  But remember their mantra:  "Do no harm."
   And as for Christ--it was unearthly WILL in my opinion.  Christ never had a doubt about His Mighty Father.  He believed He could do it, and He did.  Water into wine, healing--you name it, and He sweetly did it.
   How was the most powerful God born?  Maybe He too Willed Himself into existence.  Like with Christ and the Resurrection.  It was a Divine Belief.  No Doubt.  Remember how He showed Peter the curse upon the fig tree as mentioned in the Gospel of Mark.  Here it is, KJV, MARK 11:24, wending with WILL and words, the demigod Rabbi boldly offered:  "Therefore I say unto you, what things soever ye desire, when ye pray, BELIEVE that ye receive them, and ye shall have them."
   Furthermore, The Living Christ wisely taught that if you don't forgive others; next, possibly, God will not forgive you; thus, there is Saintly alchemy in his instruction of WILL--better than the rest; indeed, His milkshakes bring all the boys to the yard--better than yours, better than yours . . .