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Just now I read an article written by the father of a West Point cadet whose 2011 graduation ceremony he attended. The article was published by FoxNews, of course, the organization owned by an Australian billionaire who thrives off sensationalism, and the mindless people who he has figured out to a tee.
FoxNews is the digital equivalent of the National Enquirer gossip rag, and patronized by the same type of people who still buy it at the grocery store. The author seemed awfully proud he had given his son to the military in order for them to turn him into a mindless automaton. No blame. That's a certain way to insure that he'll never come home again. Good riddance... eh?
Contrarily, my own father cried like a baby when he took me to the local bus station when he couldn't legally prevent me from joining the Navy. He tried. It made him realize he was powerless in the face of the federal government. There were times when we would be working together out in the fields, and unexplained tears would come to his eyes, and all he could say as if to explain was, "Poor Papa." I do that myself at times.
It's a strange phenomena, this father and son dynamic. Most explicitly understandable to me by a saying from the ancient Gospel of Thomas, which was found to exist in 1945. I only became aware of in myself in the last decade or so when I was passed the age of sixty. It might have helped if I had been aware of it much earlier.
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Jesus said:
He who does not hate Father and Mother cannot be my disciple, and he who does not hate brother and sister, and take up his cross as I did, cannot ever become worthy of me.
Jesus said:
He who does not hate Father and Mother cannot be my disciple, and he who does not hate brother and sister, and take up his cross as I did, cannot ever become worthy of me.
http://reluctant-messenger.com/gospel-thomas-Nancy_Johnson.htm
This Gospel of Thomas saying is the opposite of what the Catholics later changed it into, in order to satisfy their own organizational purposes, where the believer is instructed to love and honor their parents, but obey the priest class. Cults do that. Just like the military academies, they take you away from your parents and family in order to force you to follow their doctrines and dogma.
This is a completely different approach than going out on your own to find your own spirit guides. It's difficult for me to discern if one approach is more useful than the other. All I know is that I took one path, and the cult people took another. The end result is the same. Death. Maybe that's the point of both ways. To demonstrate to oneself without question that humans are not immortal.
Finding out that you are not immortal, and that eventually you will certainly die seems to be a big departure point for how one conducts their own life. Nobody who ever graduated from a military academy or survived to become an adult under the auspices of a religious cult has ever achieved individuation. As MacArthur sadly stated, "... they just fade away."
Last night, I sat here feeling sorry for myself that all my mouth troubles did not automagically disappear with the extraction of the rotten tooth that has been wreaking havoc with my physical body. I must have bitten my lips while I was sleeping. I had the TV on during this reverie, and I kept switching back and forth between two PBS channels. One program was about how all the religions in India struggled to dominate the others, and the other program was a review of how the fiddler's convention held in some Grove in the mountains of North Carolina had changed over the years.
I honestly couldn't tell much difference in the messages of both programs. In both programs there was a lotta singing of the ancient songs and worn-out people testifying about how reverting to the old ways was the only proper way to celebrate life. Well, there was some differences. The fiddler's convention only did Christian stuff, whereas the story of India covered all the major world religions, but they all performed the same practices. Singing, dancing, and shouting hallelujah in one language or the other.
In an earlier PBS Nova program, Science Now, they preached science as a religion. No singing. No dancing. Just lots and lots of hallelujahing. The religion of science by comparison is all talk. Baby talk. Like they're speaking to children. Worse, it's performed by some of the least talented speakers that ever attempted to convert the world to their form of oblivion. They all live in academic ghettoes where the less educated masses can easily find them and destroy them in one fell swoop. According to this documentary on PBS, it's happened over and over again in India for the last 9000 years. The believers in scientism could do with some songs and their own dances. Otherwise, they'll never be able to compete with the whirling dervishes.
The limited series of antibiotics I'm taking is a familiar story to me, as it is to a lotta people. It's happened just about every time I've had a tooth pulled or got sick for any reason. Just about every time previous to now it's happened before I got a tooth pulled to bring the swelling down first. This time it was different. I don't know why. The result is the same as far as how it makes me feel. Un-free-flowing.
Antibiotics kill the probiotics. I don't know whether it kills all the bacteria in my GI tract or is more discriminating. Amoxicillin. 24 capsules. One every 8 hours. I can't imagine any of the probiotics in my gut will survive this assault. That might be a good thing. I don't know. I do know that as soon as I'm done taking them I'm gonna put masses of probiotics back into my system. The so called "friendly" bacteria, and pray that they bestow immortality as if gods. '-)
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