What Are You Building?

I really like this.

I've heard of the tales of 32 stopping short...

To take the 33 would be a last resort.

Which proclaimed a funeral of a King of Kings...

Putting themselves in place instead - a meme.

Inside yourselves you find the Kingdom of Heaven...

And by narrow-path you walk toward a Gate of Seven.

Crossing flesh by virtue of being born again by water...

Is the spirit set-free as scape-goat and flesh to slaughter.

A Gate of Seven is a symbol for a silver-smith's forge...

To refine and purify those beasts to be abhorred.

Know yourself and to your own self be true...

Consumed of the fire is your own soul to lose.

If you tarry there but one instant longer...

You'll burn-up in fire; and be torn asunder.

When mine are thine and thine are mine paid by a ransom...

I am nothing without and I AM THAT, I AM is my transom.

I can hate what they do AND love them who do it...

You'll know inside the Truth without proving it.

Step by step as we walk that narrow path...

It's easy to do, like adding numbers in math.

When Zero is the Alpha and Omega is Nine...

You'll know how to see through space and time.

Then you'll see by having complete blind-faith...

And know in your heart, you've entered God's Gate...

LOVE is ALL that matters... Nothing else.

Oh yeah, I've seen those.

Lol, sounds like you're making memories with your little ones. Good job, dad!

A full sized one? Game room or man cave?

What are you going to put on it?

I am helping to build this. It's in beta right now.
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They know what I built already, they just being forgetful. I'll leave it at that.

Incubating Super Girl

No plans of my own, unfortunately. Just enjoying some time while I have it in front of me.

I see Detroit is doing that in a lot of places. I'm selfish and moved to the middle of nowhere. I do have a greenhouse and aquaponics setup. I would share with my neighbors but they are doing the same thing.

Birds of a feather do flock together!

I was just trying my vpn and test posttingg though lol

A Spiritual Temple within I have finished.

Nothing.

I understand what God is up to, what HIS plan is, on some level's I can agree with it, but, the fact that my Creator has done such a thing and everything in my life, makes me mourn being conceived.

If a person mourns existing, then it is a lie to worship and praise ones Creator, as your giving a false praise.

From birth it was natural to strive to do what was required of me, to the best that situations would allow. We are commanded to be subject to our parents, so I subjected myself to my parents. We are commanded to be subjected to our elders, so I subjected myself to my elders. We are commanded to subject ourselves, one to another, so I subjected myself one to another. God commanded we show mercy, so I showed mercy, and so on and so forth.

Through it all, from childhood to even now, I have been mocked, routinely slandered even by my own family, stones thrown at me for sport, my needs unmet, cheated out of wages, robbed of rightful inheritance, even starved while well to do family and relatives mocked me.

Those who mocked, slandered, stolen from me, and laughed at my plight, have only been enriched. They have been given plenty, their children given good job's, marriages into even greater wealth and influence, and through it all, even what little I had, was taken away.

When something pleasant comes into my hands, regardless if it is by my own hard work or a random event/luck, it is either destroyed, or taken from me. Marriage has been denied to me, everything. What is the point of merit, if all opportunity is denied to me? In many cases it was nearly effortless to surpass my peers, yet they had opportunities and I did not.

It has already been tested. I had my suspicions, so I tricked my heart into believing something to be true even though it was false: a plan of action to engage in courtship.

It was a tricky thing to do, without thinking or giving away the other emotions, to firmly deceive ones own heart. Like clock work, fate conspired against me, proving that it wasn't a matter of "bad luck, or try harder", but Divine Will.

Basically the plan in my heart, rested on having my place, alone for the weekend, as it was empty on the weekend for years. The moment I deceived my own heart, the situation changed to make that plan impossible.

In my heart though, and from the depth of my soul, I wish God, Jesus Christ, and all of their Angel's, Saints and followers the best, and hope everything goes as planned, but I want out.

It is plain to me that I will never get what I want or need, and will always be subject to others, so my heart desires the only thing a slave wants:freedom, and the only freedom is non-existence.

Some would think it an honor to serve God, but the reality is, I'm emotionally just done serving others. When others ask, I do, yet others only consider me, when they need something, and my care and well being, is far from their thoughts. While in the flesh, I will serve, as I'm obligated to serve, but that is it.

There is a difference between caring for another, and caring to use another. From my parents to God, they have all cared to use me. Akin to an object, maintained only to be used.

So when I die, for my wages, I want nothing, rest from all those who demand of me, yet neglect me. When I died once, my soul rested in the void of nothingness, if you could call it "rest", as it was absolute nothingness. No thoughts, emotions, nothing. Just pure perception of nothingness. But, like a broken tool an owner wished to continue to use, I was forced back to life. That moment of non-existence, was the closest to rest, ever in my life.

My own conception/existence, is something I perceive to be as a Chaste virginal woman, who strove to be humble and remain covered, but was brutally raped against her will; and then shamed, mocked and ridiculed for being raped against her will, even though it was obviously against her will.

I wouldn't be so bitter, but even as everything is denied to me, it is as if I have been continually taunted. As a child, my siblings would get what they needed right away, while for me, it was put on layaway and then forgotten about to never materialize(for a good two years, 7th and 8th grade, I had no new clothing, and wore clothing that increasingly ceased to fit. 9th grade, I only had two shirts and two or so, pair of pants, because I saved money aside to buy them myself. My family is not that poor, there was no reason for it. to this day, not so much as an apology).

My parents would think to put me into a private school, even show me private schools, then decide against it. Sometimes they used me to take around to look at houses they where never going to buy, because I was a pretty well behaved child. Little stuff like that, has happened throughout my life.

The straw that broke the camels back, was back in December while buying a gift for a relative. A sales gal, was obviously into me, and very attractive(wasn't a sales thing, she practically/actually pushed other sales people away, so she could interact with me. Well I'm a handsome, blue eyed man, so yeah, I always get positive attention, but only flirting as anything more by Divine Will, is denied to me).

Based upon past experiences, if I engaged in courtship, a shitstorm would either be dropped on her or me, to make it impossible. So I cared enough to walk away.

I may be hated, but I choose not to hate. Why should I suffer even more, because others hate me? To truly hate others, is to desecrate ones own heart and soul.

It is, as if from birth, there has been a one dollar bet, between God and Satan, about me in some way.

This parable is still how I feel about it all:

There was a rich man who had many children whom he deeply loved and doted on, save one, his neglected son. This son, he held no love for, and did not care for or support him at all. At times this son starved and went without, while the rich man and his other children, feasted and wore all manners of precious cloth, metal's and stones.

The rich man, made sure his children had good marriages, houses, lands and professions, save the neglected son, who still strove to obey his father, the rich man, even when the other children by and large did not.

One day, while the rich mans other children where thoroughly mocking and slandering the neglected son, the neglected son's heart and soul gave out, and he dropped dead. After the rich man found out, he thought nothing of it at first, but then finally remembered the obedience, suffering and misery of his neglected son and mourned.

In his mourning, the rich man tore his garment, and covered himself in ashes. Afterwards, he harshly punished the other children, who mocked, slandered and did not care for the neglected son.

The rich man bought a great estate, and built a goodly mansion on it. Within was found gold, silver, precious stones and expensive cloths; and without was found all manner of fruit trees, crops, fish ponds and livestock.

The rich man even found a goodly, beautiful woman, to set aside and live on the estate, in marriage to the neglected son.

Onlookers wept and thought, how loved the neglected son was.

Yet, can the dead suffer from being exposed to the elements? Can the dead die or suffer from starvation? Of what comfort is companionship to the dead? Can the dead beget children? From what market, can the dead use gold or silver to purchase things from?

Nay, for the dead have no use for the things of the living. All that the rich man did in mourning, was a vain thing, a selfish thing out of guilt, not love.

I'm building yet another house, but I've built nothing in my mind. My ideal situation would be to convince a hot girl to live with me and be my love for an affordable price. In an ideal world, we'd be business partners as well as lovers.

That sounds lovely, now make it happen!

Thanks!

Can an INTP and an ENFP be happy together?

Anything is possible so long as you want it bad enough. You can make that happen or maybe just look it up in the book?

Nooo i am not building.


I am person.

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I love you person.

I'm restoring a corrupted and abandoned southeastern Wisconsin town. I've walked down every street, talked to thousands of people, and it just blows my mind how far away things have gotten. The people have no light on in their eyes, yet they exist amongst some of the most powerful commercial and industrial behemoths in the world, with more jobs and opportunities than residents. Yet somehow with all that, there are vacant buildings block after block, blight, gang and drug activity, and homeless people everywhere. The story I hear over and over is of how it was in 1977. I'm working to restore all that, because after living and visiting places all around the US, this seems out of place, for things to be this bad, and I think it's an easy fix. I think it's an attitude adjustment.

It's got a Hemi engine in it, that's really all I can say at this juncture.

I am building now. It will give you goosebumps all over when you enter and tears will come to your eyes.

A world free of NASA lies.

A world free of False Religion lies.

A world where at least we know some truth about where we live (our Earth is NOT shaped like a basketball).

The truth will set you free.

Aw, congratulations!

Just going with the flow? :) There's nothing wrong with that. Everyone should try to enjoy the now, but it's okay to dream a little too.

I don't think it's selfish to want to be able to provide for your family and yourself, or to want to be away from the cities. I believe it shows you have foresight.

I only have a small garden and some berry bushes right now, but I'm hoping to build a little greenhouse this year.

So, if I'm understanding you, you want to pay someone to live with you and love you? If so, I'm sure there are many young females out there today who would take you up on that, it shouldn't be too difficult to find one.