Musings for June 5th, 2023
“Awake, O Lord! Why do you sleep? Rouse yourself! Do not reject us forever.”
“Rise up and help us; redeem us because of your unfailing love.”
~Psalms of David, Number 44, verses 23 and 26
Postmoderns…why no one cares to ask? Why not, not care? Do we truly know anyone? Do you not care to ask or show interest in wanting to know your neighbor or sibling, for that matter? What drives their behavior? I was talking to a good friend about the reality that he has this big family, and none of them have ever asked him about his career that took him around the world and seen many places. We discussed that he is never asked how he is doing or what is going on in his life, but they will call and dump their pathetic lives on him on a whim. This is clearly a behavior seen in general with persons we work with or extended family. Rarely does anyone appear to be interested in what is going on in your personal life or any attempts to get to know you. Is it the unconscious mind? It drives 95% of your behavior, and we don’t know it. Were we not created for relationship, to be holy, and to love and know joy?
The two greatest commandments were to love God and to love our neighbor. But we don’t love. We are greedy and selfish creatures. Our ontology is sin. Generally, we are talking to the wall, as my father would say. The Thief and his Rulers and Powers manage and control our society. See the post about McGilchrist's work on the neurology of the Postmodern man’s culture. We are genuinely handicapped; this exemplifies how unconscious we are.
Personality leaks out but is not a constant. Most Everyone I've ever known is in bondage to shame and emotional pain. And we never get to know our authentic selves, our personalities, because of it. And therefore, a relationship is rarely established with the person. This happens to most people we know. They go to the grave having no idea who they are. How sad!
I wrote in an earlier post that the Postmoderns culture was stacked against us. We’re using half of our neurology when looking at and understanding the world about us, let alone being able to communicate with each other. As of late, an interesting and sad development with persons siding with the new sexual confusion abounds. As we have seen the ability of BLM to recruit at a moment’s notice for the burning of Portland, deranged persons have readily jumped on the bandwagon for the transexual debauchery, including parents exposing their children to these monsters and don’t think anything about it. A powerful Principality at work must be leading ordinary people into believing these behaviors are acceptable and proper. Or the postmodern culture is generally blinded by their ontology, operating on only half the neurology of the human brain. It doesn’t seem to take much for people to get on these narratives in the name of an anti-Christian message. Are humans just that confused about their sexuality, or do we see humanity heading to the cliff riding the horse of their ontology? Are they doing it because they are angry at God and his followers? The Thief is, and he doesn’t care who knows.
Back to the lack of interest coming from a sister or a brother. I currently have no contact with any of my family, and I don’t call anyone on the telephone anymore, I was the one that made the phone calls to keep up with them. And I haven’t received a phone call from anyone for over six years. The narcissistic females in the family have demonized me, and much triangulation has taken place to make sure everyone knows how terrible a person I am. This started with my mother years ago when I discovered she was easily triggered and continued with my children’s mother and grandmother both narcissists and damaged women. Yes, I had my trauma memory issues to work out and did over many years of counseling but the narcissist is another animal to deal with. They are abusive creatures.
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I pray to succeed in my endeavors, build a home in Montana to live out my days and continue my writing projects, learn to fly fish in the local trophy trout waters, and support Hillsdale College’s education programs in the U.S. My children and grandchildren will be able to contact me when they desire to and are able.
