I’m a true radical, radical about the very most fundamental elements of our assumptions about reality.
This blog assumes a huge difference between Western/Aristotelian epistemology and that of the Bible. I am wholly untroubled by apparent differences between human science, history, etc., versus assertions in Scripture. They aren’t talking about the same thing, nor even viewing reality from a similar set of assumptions. Your insistence on using the human viewpoint is not my problem. I may address it from time to time, but my blog posts assume a divine perspective when it comes to offering answers to anything.
While I’ve joked around a bit about starting up a new cult, I realize what I am doing constitutes a whole new approach to Christian religion. In many ways, it is the same thing as what has come before. You should have no trouble using what I teach in any current religious organization, simply because I assert theology and practice aren’t that important. Believe what you like; you can follow this blog and not see the need to argue about my conclusions. I don’t believe I’ve confused conclusions with assumptions, and I’ve often said you should always investigate these things for yourself. Don’t take my word for it. At the same time, I know this is a wholly different religion, in the sense that it is not like anything I’ve seen on this earth so far in these times.
The main reason I don’t belong to any group myself is a combination of two factors. First, my assumptions lead me to conclusions which no current organized religion accepts, so far as I know. There are overlaps here and there, but not enough anywhere to be useful. Second, I am commanded by God to teach wherever I go, and most organizations simply cannot handle that. Unwilling as I am to make trouble for anyone unnecessarily, I stay away. I strive to build outside the current system.
I don’t support any form of activism as people think of it. Nothing in human politics today is anywhere close to what God had in mind, so it’s a dead subject from the start. I recognize the peculiarities of the system, even to the point of understanding the various competing philosophical assumptions, but not one of them is even on the same planet with what God commands. Thus, there is no point at all to leveraging any part of the system except as an outsider. I’ll take advantage of what exists, but nothing in my world is worth any investment of emotional energy. I don’t want change; I want total removal of all the systems currently in place. That is not something I can assist much directly. It’s God’s department. I am called to focus on what I can do to implement His commands despite the system. The system may or may not notice me, but conflict of some sort is inevitable. Barring a miracle of God, I won’t win in any battles as humans measure such things. I don’t confront it if I can avoid it, because what really matters is nowhere inside this universe in the first place. I don’t have to accomplish anything; I just have to be faithful to my God.
God forbid I should repeat the mistakes I see everyone else making these days. In theory what I offer is universal, but the teaching itself recognizes the lack of appeal it would have for most folks. On the one hand, I know the burden of my calling is to bridge the chasm between what people normally assume and what they really ought to believe. I’m supposed to communicate as clearly as possible. On the other hand, the means to appeal arising from what I believe rejects the majority of what people expect. That is, I can’t use the marketing methods everyone else is using, because all of that belongs to things I’ve rejected before the start. It’s sort of that thing Jesus said about new wine and old wineskins. It’s funny how what’s ancient is now radically new, but that’s where I stand. I’m part of the fresh crop from the original roots, I believe.
Critical to this is my understanding of how civilization is drifting toward a new type. I believe I understand what’s coming, but that doesn’t mean I approve. It’s just a new set of problems. It’s a new set of opportunities, too. For now, nothing currently embraced as the proper way to reach the widest audience is proper for me. Maybe you could take the same teachings and see no conflict; have at it. By all means, take the truth and run with it. That’s the whole point: It’s not my truth. It comes from God and you need your own version because you aren’t me. I’m not trying to build a community around my particular brand. I’m trying to teach the underlying assumptions first, because that’s the part that is universal. What makes them universal is also what keeps them out of my hands. I’m giving it away; take what fits into the holes in your soul.
Meanwhile, once we agree on a different set of assumptions, I do hope there is some community possible from what I teach as conclusions. That would require more direct involvement from me; that’s the leadership part. I’m still feeling my way along the ancient paths on this, and it’s very hard to track. While the assumptions are the truly radical part, what I build from them is what people see, and it seems more radical than it is. I’m not sure what would make anyone take an interest on the human level. This is the part where I take all comers, where I say that I am an Internet pastor who makes no rules about what you have to believe or practice. Nobody I know has any experience dealing with that, so I’m having to make it up as I go. The bond is not what I impose, but what we find in common. I’ll be in charge of my part, and you manage your part. The parts we share is the community. You tell me: What level of communion is comfortable for you?
The binding factor is sacrificial love, the most radical element of all.
Humanity is both highly varied and generally predictable.
So while you could propose something like the MBT Personality Inventory, it will only go so far, utterly failing to set forth the truly critical issues of human nature. That’s because the MBT completely rejects the Spirit Realm and refuses to account for how the Holy Spirit can change common human traits. My connection to the Spirit Realm falsifies the MBT in some of the most important aspects of trying to figure out what to expect from me.
For example, I am an introvert. But while there is some overlap with common traits of introverts, not all of them apply.
If you consume too much of me, I’ll avoid you. I can pastor anyone who’s hurting. Pour it out; you can trust me to keep it under my hat. If you really want advice, you’ll get it. It will be the unvarnished truth, at least insofar as I have any ideas. Otherwise, I can let you vent for awhile and I’ll feel your pain. But I can’t afford to absorb too much of it.
I despise most common forms of entertainment. I can’t stand to watch embarrassment humor. You won’t get me to watch ten seconds of things like I Love Lucy. That’s not funny to me. When I watch people being embarrassed or harassed, I get dangerous. I can restrain myself most of the time. There are some things I can take up to a point, but you’ll have to ask if you need details.
You can put me in a roomful of people and I’ll do okay. I’ll feel isolated, but I’m used to that, comfortable with it. Unless I’m in charge, it’s better if I wait to see what’s going on. I’m not likely to jump into any conversations unless I feel a sense of mastery. It’s not fear; I’m not going to waste your time. Give me a heads up and I’ll go along with anything that makes of fool of me. I don’t take myself that seriously. Put me on the spot or attempt to entertain yourself by making of fool of me without my permission, and you’ll never get a chance to do it again. I might laugh it off; I can forgive, but I’ll completely write you off permanently. That’s a violation of trust. I don’t need people like that; nothing they have could possibly be that valuable to me.
My emotions are my business and I tend to keep them to myself. Precious few are the people allowed to see them. In that sense, I’m not that interested in yours, either. You can’t possibly be that interesting to me. I’ll listen to some things, but don’t attempt to make me part of any crowd, something I’ll never be.
Don’t you dare attempt to make me join something outside my range. You’ll get hurt. I am hostile to your assumption anyone can do anything if they just want to. I despise beyond words those nifty manipulative retreat programs so common among churches. Maybe I can do it, but if I don’t want to, you are unforgivably evil for demanding it. It’s not the same thing as an accident or unanticipated bad results. When God throws the curve ball, I’ll be there and suffer with you. But If you can’t trust me enough that you have to hide things as a means to controlling my behavior, you might as well wear horns and carry a trident. We will never be friends.
I’m okay with large groups of people. I can get up to preach and I’m willing to bet I’ll hold your attention for at least a little while. I have no shame. Stage presence is not a skill but a talent for me. I am comfortable taking charge and addressing thousands at once. No sweat; I’ll deliver.
I can also take charge of an informal gathering and be okay for a while. Even if they are interested in what I have to say, I still run out of psychic energy after a couple of hours. Change the group and I can hit it again for one, maybe two more sessions.
Then I need to go away and rebuild whatever it was I spilled out on the larger group. I’ll give all I’ve got, but when I run out, it takes me awhile to rebuild. If I don’t get some solitary time, you will come to hate me very quickly. I will make you miserable, unless I simply withdraw into a protective shell.
If I find you unsympathetic, I’ll never trust you. I won’t hate you, but I’ll avoid you. It’s not a matter of feelings. I understand you are wired differently than I am and I’ll avoid inflicting myself on you. Push yourself on me too hard and I could conceivably become dangerous. I might be sad about having to force the issue, but I won’t regret it. Ever.
This is why I say things about not letting people threaten my mission. My mission includes spending solitary time communing with the Spirit Realm to keep fresh what I bring to the world.
My wife is my best friend, but she’s not a man, and I’m not a woman. I would love to have one single best buddy, but I don’t right now. It’s okay. I realize the Lord has taken me into the most rarefied atmosphere and there simply aren’t that many out there who can handle it. They aren’t lesser, just different.
But we can become friends. All you have to do is want it bad enough to tolerate my quirks. You’d be amazed at what I can tolerate, because it’s my nature to do so. Only when you get close enough to be a problem will I warn you that you need to choose between change or distance. As long as you can handle me, we can be pals. You can disappear for years, and then come back and pick up where you left off and I’m cool with that. I will never make you feel guilty about failing to answer letters, etc.
So if you seek my loyalty, it’s definitely available and generally permanent. For me, friendship simply is. You can invest in it and get back rich rewards, but maintenance is not an issue. For me, it’s rooted in that Other Realm, so it will outlast both of us. With my loyalty, you can ask things I refuse to do for others, things I already know will fail spectacularly. I’m not worried about success, but there is a certain measure of what I do that will never, ever be surrendered to another person or group. Some things belong to the Spirit Realm.
That Other Realm is a major preoccupation. My business there will cause me to do some of the weirdest things you’ll ever see in this realm. I’ll sing, talk to myself and seem quite mentally off at times. I don’t care. I find this realm unworthy. The only reason I’m still here is I know that God has a mission for me.
Some of that is common to all introverts, but some of it is purely Spirit and won’t fit on any personality inventory.
It’s not straightforward to install, but VMWare Player for Linux works very well on RHEL 6 and clones (I’m using Scientific Linux 6). However, XP does not work properly as a client, and you may not get it running at all. I had no trouble with Win2K once I got SP4 and the final rollup installed. Without those, you can’t install the VMWare drivers to make Windows run right. With the drivers installed, it’s fully integrated with the host system desktop and allows me to run a lot of software that WINE cannot handle. For security reasons, I don’t allow the VM to connect to the Internet, but it’s easy to share folders between the host and VM once you set it up. Now, under Windows 7, VMWare took quite a bit of power and was pretty slow. Under SL6, it takes some power to load, but then runs about as quietly as if I were running Win2K itself. I haven’t tried the built-in KVM because kernel level stuff is simply not necessary for this and way too complicated. The other desktop VMs seem more difficult in the descriptions so I went with what I knew.
Capitalism is bad. It’s a cruel and heartless economic system. Socialism and Communism are also very bad, and Fascism is worst of all. All of them are very bad because all of them are inherently materialistic. Each of them treats material goods and creature comfort as god. Humans become no more than a resource, rather than the whole point of things. God said we are designed to live under a tribal government with a family economic system. The modern secular state is one of Satan’s major accomplishments on earth.
In this real world, the American political system and culture are so horrifically evil from the very start, no economic system will work. Places like Europe are socially more boring, but the politics avoid the extremes of what people can tolerate, for the most part. Their governments and economic policies have a human face, where ours is all fangs and hatred. But socialism works out tolerably well there, compared to the idiocy of our welfare-warfare state system. Honestly, if I had the means, I’d rather live in Europe somewhere, but not the UK. I’m sure that leaks out in my writings.
My current fiction series will end with chapter 11. I already have a part 2 ready and I’m working on part 3. Same characters, similar geography, etc., but the core mission becomes steadily more obvious. I’ll keep posting it here, so if this fiction bores you, you’ll probably lose interest in this blog. Right now, this is something really important to me.
The same old vision, fresh every day, can still keep me awake at night.
I can’t compare it to anything we experience as humans. It burns, it gnaws away at me and I am gladly consumed by it. Nor do I care if this is all delusion — it means everything to me regardless how the world reacts.
If you’ve read as much as a half-dozen blog posts here, you know there are two primary items: (1) Hebrew worldview (“epistemology”) and (2) Hebrew morality. Just those two things would bring tectonic changes in how people live. Yes, behavioral changes, but bigger would be the internal changes in their souls that create external shifts. I don’t have a vision of how people should behave or what they believe and teach; I have a vision of people approaching all those questions from a different understanding altogether.
I was half-awake past midnight last night, sort of half-daydreaming, chasing a story line which morphed and did not make for good fiction. Somehow I was in another land, but I didn’t know where — not America. It was highly secularized despite a strong history of Christian institutions, maybe like the Netherlands with a huge sexual industry and extremely worldly without the pretense. At any rate, there seemed almost a desperate hunger for real spiritual meaning. I was sitting at a sidewalk cafe and someone started a conversation with me. Apparently my responses were radical for their experience, but it ended up a dozen or so folks simply clustered around as we discussed things I never get tired of talking about.
No, there was nothing about starting something regular, just answering questions and refusing to debate. I suppose this could only happen in a place with high urban density and a relaxed social atmosphere. It isn’t likely to ever happen anywhere near where I live. The thing that stuck in my memory was how surprisingly cerebral it all was, but even more so was the thrill of seeing just one or two here and there pick up on it.
I keep wondering how I can spread the word. Not having people agree with it, but simply having a chance to hear it and evaluate it. Convincing folks isn’t the objective; only God can do that. Please, steal my ideas, my words, whatever, but the vision is just getting the message out.
I’m testing the use of Corel Lightening for posting to my blog. I have no idea how this will look and I’m almost certain I’ll have to edit things before it’s right. Okay, it didn’t post any text at all, just the title. I had to copy the contents over. Busted!
I still have my Linux laptop because it’s not a productivity tool. I use it for network diagnostics and fixing other people’s computers. You can’t get serious writing tools for Linux. The latest version of LibreOffice actually breaks my Word documents, automatically adding formatting that I can’t remove or correct when I open them in Word. The defaults are not at all sane, and correcting them is an arcane science. If you need to jump back and forth between the two office suites, I recommend you stay with the 3.x series or use the other development branch, which is still called OpenOffice.
Linux is still the superior OS for networking and security. It all depends on what you need most.
Meanwhile, I notice a lot of grammar assistance hammers too hard and long on passive voice. Look, it’s part of the English grammar and usage. Sometimes it is the only way to correctly put across that subtle shade of meaning. Yes, most people use it way too much, particularly British journalists, but it’s not inherently wrong. You can overdo the active voice, too. Oh, and for most people, MS Office 97 is still the superior grammar checking tool. It’s actually more intelligent than the later versions of MS Office.
For quite some time now our mobile home park management have been coming by on Monday mornings to carry away junk that we can’t fit into the trash carts. So we finally get it all ready and out on the curb. Nobody has seen maintenance all day. What I have seen are scavengers picking through the stuff. They can have it.
There is a real human behind all this blather.
So, here we go again. You should recognize the drill. Major figures have been going through the scripted drama of making Iran look threatening. Over the past few months, lots of stories planted, loaded with opinions and false intel. Now we have a bunch of lesser authority figures running around to small forums of self-appointed intelligentsia trying to see if this crap has taken root. Essentially the question is: “Have we reached a sufficient density of deception that we can get away with illegally bombing Iran?”
I’m not going to recount here all the reasons why this is wrong. If you don’t get that already, you are reading the wrong blog. I don’t love Iran nor her ruling regime. I am not pro-Islam, but I do understand it better than the average American. I also know God’s Laws regarding such things. The question is not whether Iran is good or bad, but that God is in charge of deciding her fate, not the US government. Wade through all the crap and you realize this is nothing more than a long-standing plan to bully, and if necessary, take over Iran again because the current Iranian government is inconvenient for the plutocrats. The real problem is that the plutocrats who run the US government policy are evil. It so happens the idea of attacking Iran is particularly evil.
So much I’ve said already, for such a long time I can’t even find the record of when I first understood it — maybe sometime back in 2009. It was the first real impact of genuine spiritual perception, in the sense I knew it had nothing to do with what I thought intellectually. It took a few days, but I realized it was a prophecy. And it recalls the question, the trilemma — prophet, liar or lunatic?
So far as I can tell, there’s nothing dishonest about any of this. I honestly believe this is a word from God and I’m doing what I can to honestly report it. That leaves lunatic versus prophet. If the US and Israel manage to stomp Iran without any significant losses, then I’m a lunatic.
You see, I do not find inside myself any exits. This stuff holds me and I can’t ignore it. I can make jokes about hearing voices in my head, but that’s oversimplifying the whole thing. If this prophetic word fails, I’m forced to recognize I should shut up and stick to something safe, something where I don’t have to worry about misleading people. I can’t allow whatever is driving me to hurt other people. If what I call a prophecy fails, it destroys everything in the sense of credibility. So while I can’t simply stop believing what calls me deep inside, I do have a responsibility to contain the damage to myself.
On the other hand, I’ve been pretty careful to announce that my vision does not need a wholly literal fulfillment. That’s part of the background upon which I build, that mysticism stuff. Lots of Hebrew prophecies in the Bible didn’t come literally true, but within the intellectual assumptions of the Hebrew people, all of them came true. Nearly as I can tell, the vision I received indicates a disaster for the US arising from any attack on Iran, but it’s my human logic alone that assumes anyone who joins us will be hurt, too. The disaster I foresee strikes me as one involving major loss of military lives and equipment. I note again for the record: I have no idea how this will turn out for Iran. That’s not part of the vision. Nor would I suggest I have any idea how — by what means — this thing will come about. There may be perfectly logical explanations in the minds of observers and analysts. None of that matters. The prophetic word is a warning to the US: Don’t do this; God won’t allow it.
It occurs to me if things happen more or less as I predict, I could end up in trouble of some sort. Stupid as our government people are, they could somehow surmise I knew something, was collaborating with our enemies or something. That’s if they notice me at all. Either way, should this all pan out as I suggest, I suppose it will change things for me. Right now, the only reason people read this blog is because it either entertains them or they have a real interest because some of it seems to jive with their experience. To make such a bold prophetic declaration can be put aside if/until it faces the acid test of reality. It could be they’ll back off again and not try it yet. Still, I rather think they mean to do it this time around.
If the prophecy fails, I have to stop what I’m doing; there will be sweeping changes in this blog, to say the least. If it passes, I’m guessing I’ll be a little busier.
I think it’s 8…? Yeah.
I gave up on getting Scientific Linux (RHEL clone) working on my laptop. Something broke since the last time I played with it, and the STA Broadcom driver no longer builds. It’s the kind of thing not worth my trouble to dig and dig because it’s almost entirely over my head in the first place. I’m running OpenSUSE 12.2 and all’s well. Not simple, but good enough and quite secure. If I take the notion to keep it awhile, it’s at least good for some three or four years. Naturally, I’m using the XFCE desktop.
I live on a different planet than most people. I prefer it that way.
When I learned English grammar, the masculine was the default inclusive gender. I’m not changing just because a bunch of idiots don’t understand, who believe their degree and position on some college faculty gives them power to politicize the issue. When the context does not specify, any masculine pronouns are taken as randomly inclusive of females, too. That’s English. Dutch has an inclusive gender which is neither. They are welcome to it; when among them, I’ll use their language the way it stands. (I never met anyone there who didn’t speak English, anyway.) Last time I checked, German and Spanish are distinctly “sexist” like English. Get over it.
I’m back to working my way through the Isaiah commentary files in preparation for the next book. Currently I’m about one-third of the way.
Something keeps burning brightly in the back of my mind: If you are convinced God wants you to do something, let Him hold the consequences in His hands. Just be faithful. It keeps dogging me as I pray about the likes of the Open Access Guerrilla movement. I am convinced God wants me involved and even if the other participants choke on my religious stance, I’m supporting them as much as they can tolerate.
Bike ride today!
I learned how to sharpen a green wood saw blade. A few months ago I stumbled across a huge 30-inch (76cm) bow saw; I didn’t know they made them that large. So I grabbed it for just a few dollars and have been using it to cut firewood (for my brother). It works pretty well, even up to 12-inch (31cm) logs, though it takes awhile. After a couple of months, it got dull, started drifting to one side when cutting. Nobody carries blades that large locally and the ones online looked pretty cheap and fragile compared to what was on it, so I decided to learn how to sharpen it. Must have done well enough, because I have to be careful handling it now or it will shred my fingers. Cuts as nicely as before.
It’s not as if I really gave up on Linux and Open Source completely. While I no longer recommend it to people who already have trouble enough with Windows, I keep hoping someone somewhere will understand and meet the needs of users. Apparently Linux Mint gets it. They have two different interfaces which can help you forget the misery of GNOME 3. Right now it’s the most popular Linux distribution, and I hope support grows to the point Clement LeFebre can make the project depart even farther from its dependence on Ubuntu. Using their stuff leaves way too many decisions in the hands of people who don’t understand users’ needs. I’m testing Maya 64-bit with the MATE interface on my laptop.
I’m trying to learn how to produce ebooks in the epub format. While I haven’t heard back from Smashwords, the more I learn about the cheap and rickety process they use to produce their files, the more I would prefer a chance to do it right for the sake of the readers. I’m going to collect some of my “romance” stories into a single book and see if I can do a better job than Meatgrinder. From what I can see, it would be hard to do worse. I’m testing various different routes to the product. Calibre says one of the best input formats is MS Reader’s LIT files and MS offered a plugin for Word 2000 and 2003 to output Word files into that format. Another path is direct input in XHTML format, but with some restrictions on the range of tags you can use. The formatting is pretty specific that route. The other way is the Sigil project, which permits some WYSIWYG options for creating epubs from scratch, but it’s not simple.
It’s all about the message. Whatever route is the best way to get the word out to the waiting world, that’s what I am trying to find.
I’m feeling just a tad better. I shooed the Russian Army out of my sinuses and I’m now coughing up their toe-jam.
Today I stayed at my keyboard with full devotion and now I have 68 of 103 finished on the initial rewrite. That puts us at the rebellion of Jeroboam against Rehoboam, son of Solomon.
My granddaughter (and her mommy) have discovered I know how to strip YouTube videos and produce MP3s of the songs. The girl has a functioning toy tablet and they can copy the songs to if for her to play. And she does. Repeatedly.
I’m still not fully capable of deep thought, so you’ll have to tolerate my sick sense of humor.
Oh, and someone roped me into getting a LinkedIn account. It’s under the name “Ed Hurst” and I list myself as retired from working at religious institutions. Heh.