Why?

Because your mother and I said so and that's that young man.

The big test of faith.

Read the bible for insight.

God has set patterns for everyone because it's part of his plan. In order for his words to be true for everyone he had to set us in patterns. While things seem to be random they are not, and we do have free will within the limitations of our patterns, but while we are here we are bound to the pattern set for us. Learning to accept that is a lesson in itself, a lesson, as with many other important lessons, that will carry over with us past thew judgement of Christ and into the new creation where we will be set free from the patterns.

If anyone really looks they will find similarities between themselves and people in the bible, whether they were of good people or evil. Along your path you can either make right choices and be on the side of good and get all the gold appointed to you during that section or you can make bad choices and get all tje bad appointed to you if you were bad during that time-section of your life. But you can't escape the pattern. Even if you think you have you can't, you'll be forced back and you'll think it was your choice. When you know this, which is what you're saying, then you need to understand why, which is what I've touched on for you. You need peace with it to have peace with God, and in order to have peace with it you have to stop wanting so much, or wanting things that are not for you to have, things that are not appointed to you. The less you want the less you will be the cause of your own suffering. If you just accept what Jesus gives you then you'll be alright.

1 Timothy 6:6 But godliness with contentment is great gain.

Read the chapter for context.

I appreciate that. However the mere thought of it is making me bristle. We are not meant to be mules bound to a biblical yoke, trudging around well worn paths. We are creators. Builders. Adventurers.

I just was awoken by a dream. In it I was visited by a Bobcat in the dark. I kept shooing it away and keeping a flashlight on it. It was amazingly trusting and kept getting closer and, as I'm wont to do, I extended my hand to it. It sniffed, and then opened it's mouth, and somewhat gently grabbed my hand and began to pull. There were a few others in the dream who were amazed by it and I was as well. I popped awake.

Was it trying to wake me up? Was it trying to lead me away? Perhaps eat me? lol. The dreams have been very vivid lately. I should start writing them down somewhere.

As he fastened the belt of his overalls he strolled across to the window. The sun must have gone down behind the houses; it was not shining into the yard any longer. The flagstones were wet as though they had just been washed, and he had the feeling that the sky had been washed too, so fresh and pale was the blue between the chimney-pots. Tirelessly the woman marched to and fro, corking and uncorking herself, singing and falling silent, and pegging out more diapers, and more and yet more. He wondered whether she took in washing for a living or was merely the slave of twenty or thirty grandchildren. Julia had come across to his side; together they gazed down with a sort of fascination at the sturdy figure below. As he looked at the woman in her characteristic attitude, her thick arms reaching up for the line, her powerful mare-like buttocks protruded, it struck him for the first time that she was beautiful. It had never before occurred to him that the body of a woman of fifty, blown up to monstrous dimensions by childbearing, then hardened, roughened by work till it was coarse in the grain like an over-ripe turnip, could be beautiful. But it was so, and after all, he thought, why not? The solid, contourless body, like a block of granite, and the rasping red skin, bore the same relation to the body of a girl as the rose-hip to the rose. Why should the fruit be held inferior to the flower?

'She's beautiful,' he murmured.

'She's a metre across the hips, easily,' said Julia.

'That is her style of beauty,' said Winston.

He held Julia's supple waist easily encircled by his arm. From the hip to the knee her flank was against his. Out of their bodies no child would ever come. That was the one thing they could never do. Only by word of mouth, from mind to mind, could they pass on the secret. The woman down there had no mind, she had only strong arms, a warm heart, and a fertile belly. He wondered how many children she had given birth to. It might easily be fifteen. She had had her momentary flowering, a year, perhaps, of wild-rose beauty and then she had suddenly swollen like a fertilized fruit and grown hard and red and coarse, and then her life had been laundering, scrubbing, darning, cooking, sweeping, polishing, mending, scrubbing, laundering, first for children, then for grandchildren, over thirty unbroken years. At the end of it she was still singing. The mystical reverence that he felt for her was somehow mixed up with the aspect of the pale, cloudless sky, stretching away behind the chimney-pots into interminable distance. It was curious to think that the sky was the same for everybody, in Eurasia or Eastasia as well as here. And the people under the sky were also very much the same--everywhere, all over the world, hundreds of thousands of millions of people just like this, people ignorant of one another's existence, held apart by walls of hatred and lies, and yet almost exactly the same--people who had never learned to think but who were storing up in their hearts and bellies and muscles the power that would one day overturn the world. If there was hope, it lay in the proles! Without having read to the end of THE BOOK, he knew that that must be Goldstein's final message. The future belonged to the proles. And could he be sure that when their time came the world they constructed would not be just as alien to him, Winston Smith, as the world of the Party? Yes, because at the least it would be a world of sanity. Where there is equality there can be sanity. Sooner or later it would happen, strength would change into consciousness. The proles were immortal, you could not doubt it when you looked at that valiant figure in the yard. In the end their awakening would come. And until that happened, though it might be a thousand years, they would stay alive against all the odds, like birds, passing on from body to body the vitality which the Party did not share and could not kill.
-George Orwell, 1984

We are not creators. We are too evil to be allowed to be co creators yet. Creation is still full of evil, and an ensuing judgment, and death, why are you ignoring that you will die? What will all you did matter then? This is lesson learning time, not pleasure seeking time. Become a friend of Jesus Christ where he will reveal to you WHY he does what he does so you can understand and have peace for yourself.

Personal Strategic Planning.

We are personally responsible for our:
Health and survival.
Short term and long term goals and objectives.

As adults we have the tools to:
Protect ourselves, food, shelter, clothing.
Make decisions about what to add to our lives.
Choose what we surround ourselves with.

Bobcats represent camo, survival, catlike reflexes.
Animals bring messages. How did the cat make you feel? What were your fears?

I'll agree that it is lesson learning time. And my lessons have been painful as of late. I knew someone who was really good at this stuff once.

I'm not ignoring the fact that one day I'll die. I know it should have happened years ago. I've been run over with a bucket loader. Hit by cars. Stared down a man with a gun in his lap. Electrocuted by a restaurant power cord. I've even been struck by lightning. Yet I am still here. But it seems I have been ignoring... something. I've been lulled into a complacency I can't put a finger on. And that angers me. Time's wasting.

I was a little apprehensive of it. It was clearly a bobcat but it was a big one in my dream. When it gripped my hand I felt it's awesome power and realized it could rend me with it's teeth easily. It was almost playful. There was no real fear. There was trust, and a seemingly awkward moment between myself and the others in my dream. They couldn't believe what happened and were recoiling from me.

We've reached a point in time where it's 'every man for themselves". Cat was pulling you toward that.

Bobcats are very independent. Not pack animals.

It's ok to withdrawal from friends and family.

4 of cups
Concentrating on your own feelings, being alone to the point of being unaware of others, where you can examine only your point of view.

Feeling disengaged is a way of rearranging time management. Making little effort in areas that other think is important (like Social Media) is leaving life stale and flat and causing lack of motivation.

Being introspective, the way of the bobcat allows time for meditating, contemplating, reflection. It's ok to withdrawal from involvement without losing outer awareness.

Follow the cat. Give yourself some alone time to rearrange and focus on your reality.

It’s just a stage. Embrace the stubbornness

Thank you. I'm planning on a lot of alone time.

I used to joke that we procrastinators were masters of time management. "We compress time, and bend it into fungible units. If you wait until the very last minute to do anything, whatever it is it'll only take a minute to do."

I was a fool. I may still be one, time will tell. I'm down to the last minute at any rate so I better get busy.

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Yeah, we have about 48 hours.

Don't tell me that! There's a lot of minutes in 48 hours. I won't get anything done. Heh. "I got time..."


Heard this song on the way in. Hit me in the feels a bit.




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1. Read: The Right Use of Will series
( Four Winds Publications)

2. Forget about what the world thinks. Walk your own mile,
dance to your own tune.

3. Stay off drugs (OTC and prescription).

4. Question the influence of our electronic driven society.

5. Watch YouTube video called They can't HIDE this anymore,
Prepare for what's coming! By Amplex

Complacency in godliness is great gain.

You got one thing right, not resisting (whatever the bobcat represents). That's called surrender. Do it to the will of Jesus whether for good or evil you accept or receive. Learn so there are no mistakes.

Boredom without wanting to do something, especially feeling like needing to do anything, is peace. Maybe you're in a new stage of peace that you're not used to and need to get acclimated to. When you surrender wants then you will be brought to that state even when in your mind, not in your heart's desires obviously, but in the back of your mind you know you want more than your heart actually wants.

If you're treating others as you want to be treated then you're doing alright. If you keep the 10 commandments and the 11th to talk and pray with others about Jesus Christ then you're doing great.

Jesus blesses you.

The people experimenting on us are very cruel and they need to understand that they are setting themselves up for a lot suffering in their futures by causing so much suffering. It will come back on them eventually, I've seen how karma works.

How many of their lab rats have they driven mad?

How many have they killed, driven to suicide or scared to death? (Erin Valenti). Or used to murder others? (The shootings).

The level and the degree to which they can control and manipulate is horrifying beyond belief.

Is it an experiment? I imagine there's not much left to discover about us.

I believe it's either a lesson, a trial we must undergo, or it's just a spiritual cattle house, we are kept in our pens and our "feed" is misery, while they milk us of emotion. It's really hard to tell the difference.

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Who made them the boss?

Well, I’m sure glad they think they will enjoy watching the destruction of society, for surely they will have another think coming.

Before that happens, I’ve decided to create a book reading club with a few of the engineers of society. If they must act like children or share views that seem rather contrary, I will simply address it. No need to be silent when death is on the line and they hold all the strings.

Better to have a plan of action and encourage rational thinking prior to anything bad happening on a grand scale.

So in testing my bonds and observing the results of the pushback they have tipped their hand. I saw it. It was multi pronged, and deliberate. They sought to cow me and strike at my vulnerabilities. Play on my insecurities. Use my trust and empathy against me.

I feel like a toy. I need to study this and decide how best to proceed.

That Bobcat has been so abused.

Bobcat Dreams

Dreaming of a Bobcat indicates that you are not as aware of your surroundings as you should be. Keep all your senses tuned in, especially your Spiritual ones. Use every tool at your disposal to find out what’s hiding just beneath the surface of things. When you are not paying attention, that’s when trouble begins.

Another reason Bobcat may appear in your dreamscape is that you are not giving enough attention to a relationship in your life. In turn, this relationship experiences stress and misgivings. It’s time to reconnect.

The Bobcat is the most abundant cat in North America, which gives this kitty the additional symbolism of fertility and plenty. A good turn is coming your way.

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I let out an "Oh, no" of loud proportions, spoken softly, when I read that in bold.

I'm, like....well, I'm stunned that you think that....lawdy, lovey.

We have so much to discover yet. So much.


....you are in such a rut. It's one only you can dig yourself out of.

I mean, I would if I could, but I can't. YOU have to pull up your own bootstraps, in order to begin walking forward.

And stop blaming. Yes, Humanity is in one unholy fucked up position, but you are better than that....ffs, act like it.

Yes drink our cup

No, no.. It wasn't in the context of us discovering, rather of us being the subjects of an experiment and them learning about us.. Sorry, I know we have a lot to learn. And grow. Myself in particular.

Yeah, this rut is deep. Hellooo! Can you see me? .....

Three times I had to learn to walk all over again. That I know how to do.

And I'm grateful for your guidance and ear for when I don't know what the hell I'm doing.

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