Saturday, May 26, 2012

26 You Own You: The Prime Axiom

You own you: the prime axiom.
  • You (subject and object) means the reader.
  • Own (verb) means have the authority to use.
  • The (definite article) means specifically, or none other.
  • Prime (adjective) means the most important and/or the first in a series.
  • Axiom (noun) means a self evident statement that leads to other truths.

This essay is directed to you to make it personal. I want you to grasp that self-sovereignty applies to you. I want you to understand that your life is all about you, indeed. So, I direct these words to you.

This axiom applies to every human.  No other human has authority to violate your authority to act or not, and you have no authority to violate their authority to act or not.
The most important concept in liberty is that you are self-owned. You have self-generated authority to act, or not. You are responsible for your actions and for their consequences. You are the central actor in your life. 


Wednesday, March 7, 2012

25 The Bride's Best Friend Forever

"Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years." - Anton LaVey

Whilst Satan is the father of lies, his Father is the grandfather of lies. For example, when the Father said, "In that day you will die", he neglected to point out that a thousand years is as a day to him, and he did not specify just what he meant when he said "die". He did not lie by commission, neither did he tell the whole truth.

Satan's function is to divert folks from healthy relationships into sick relationships. For example, when his Father said "in that day you will die", Satan pointed out that life would continue, that his children would be like their Father.

As it turns out, life did continue. Adam lived to be about 960 years, which was well within the day, and then he died. And his relationship didn't do so well, either. There is no indication that Adam enjoyed any fellowship with his Father thereafter.

The Church is the Bride of Christ aka Jesus.

Jesus saves, and His Bride consumes. She does not produce. She consumes lives, property, and souls. She is like Gomer, the harlot redeemed by prophet Hosea.

The Church is made up of folks who allow themselves to behave inappropriately, even though Her Husband redeemed them. And Jesus's Brother, Satan assists in the corruption of souls by leading folks to think that their inappropriate behaviour is somehow pleasing to their Saviour.

I think that whoever observed that Satan is the Church's best friend was spot-on.

btw- the Bible is Divinely inspired, and corrupted by its scribes. The Bible is a collection of writings that some folks decided amongst themselves were more holy than other writings.


Thursday, January 12, 2012

24 Regrets


Some folks regret that they lived the lives that others expected of them, rather than living true to them selves. They regret that they worked as much as they did. They regret that they lacked courage to express their feelings. They regret that they were not close to their familial friends. They regret that they had not permitted themselves to be happier than they allowed themselves to feel.

I live my life without regard for other folks expectations. No regret there.
I love working. I have fun by working. No regret there.
I express feelings frequently. No regret there.
I have no real friends, just folks who self-identify as my friends. Being that I am a benign sociopath, I am not close to most. No regret there.
I am a happy camper being me. No regret there.

I regret that I looked at Cynthia Macklin in 1971, didn't start to see her until 1986, and didn't see her clearly until 2004. Cynthia treated me as though she respected and liked me. When I talked to her, she looked at me until we were done talking. Most girls looked away from me when I was around. I asked for her help in a project; Cynthia assented and collaborated with me. But I was so blind that I forgot her for fifteen years. I took another eighteen years to remember her name. I wish I'd seen Cynthia when I looked at her.

I regret that I allowed bullies to knock me around when I was younger. I bought into the non-violence meme, that real men are strong enough to refrain from violent actions against folks who assault them. I wish that I had beaten the bejesus out of a couple of bullies when I was in high school and hammered Norbert the prankster who wasted my time. I wish that I had painted the walkway in Manhattan Beach with the blood of the four guys who shoved me around one evening in 1973. I wish that I had crippled the two 'bros' -Jose Mata and Rich Gammel- who held me down -in the upstairs bathroom of the house in which I was rooming- to shave half of my face that year. I wish that I had violently responded to bullies' assaults against me.

I regret that I allowed Pete Miranda to search and arrest me. I wish I had shot him dead when I had the chance.

I regret that I failed to break Trinidad Octavio's neck when he smashed head-on into my pick-up truck early one August morning in 1987. I lost a truck because of his poor driving skills and my license because I didn't have auto insurance then. I wish that I had reached into the car that he crashed and snapped his neck there.

I regret that I am a fool. I stay on the side, watching the world pass me by. I wish I were wise.

h/t   'Nurse reveals the top 5 regrets people make on their deathbed'