Thursday, September 7, 2017

I Resign As Messiah and King For 80 Years

I am resigning as Messiah, King David, Redeemer, Teacher -and hereby renounce my very own name.
My name as such exists in your minds, in the minds of anyone who knows me to exist with my name, is a symbol that represents exactly what?

Nothing that has anything to do with what goes on inside of me in any way at all.  It is a worthless label, attached to a body of meat that has spoken and written and moved around,

misunderstood by one and all.

I have never in my life incited anyone to violence against anyone else for any reason whatsoever. Yet many, if not all, who are familiar with the narrative I have been struggling to share for these last 17 years, believe me to be wishing death and violent destruction to the world and those who have wronged me and my reputation, out of mad insanity, or simple and pure evil intent.

I abhor violence and coercion of any kind. The only violence I would condone is that perpetrated against those who insist on spiritual or physical violence as the only means of manifesting their will against another. 

Violent Self Defense is a necessary evil, the only one I can think of.

I myself have been spat at, punched in the face, stoned with real rocks, hit with a broom stick from behind with an intent to kill me, pushed hard and fiercely with the intent to cause me to lose balance, and had on several occasions bottles thrown at my head. I never fought back with any kind of physical energy. I have been vacated numerously by police from where I was, being carried and dragged with my fingers painfully twisted in unsuccessful attempts to make me relent from my passive resistance to being moved unjustly from where I would be, never so much as lifting a finger against those who abused my human rights.

I would myself die with a happy grin before hurting another to save my own life.

  I am nameless now in my own mind, my name being the Sign And Wonder of what has been and in the future will be again, the sign and wonder of my identity as Messiah and King. Most will all know MY NAME with aching pains of guilt and regret, remorse, yet unable to repent.

I will resume my duty as Messiah and King in Israel, in eighty years.

I will live much longer than eighty years in the ever evolving Now, wherein there are no machine ticking clocks, no digital times, I live in The Now of Forever, of which you know nothing about.

None of you will be alive when I resume my duty as Messiah and King.

You will all die so long before I do, no one will remember you have ever lived. You will all no longer be in my mind. You think me delusional? I will attend absolutely no funerals.

Not even those of my children. This High Priest of Israel Attends No Funerals. My body is my temple and I am ever attending to my only holy duty, Jihad.

I was at neither the funeral of my father or mother.

I have attended three funerals in my life. The first of my English Teacher in High School. I never attended English lessons and don't now remember his name.
He was a terrible teacher anyway.

If I hadn't let every one who could, copy my answers, no one would have passed the test by themselves.

It had been stolen from the Principal's Office in the middle of the night before the test, and we all spent hours drinking coffee till dawn, me giving each student different correct answers so no one could tell they were all my own. I am very thorough about teaching how to do well in life.

The next funeral I attended was that of a client of mine who I listened to and helped prepare to die from Colon Cancer, six months after his diagnosis. While he lay on his death bed in a stupor from morphine, he groaned out my name and asked I be brought to his side. Amazingly rejuvenated when I walked into his room at the hospital, he sat up a bit and grabbed at my hand, smiling at me wordlessly. He nodded his head at me and I smiled back, with no feelings of grief, just happy for him because I believed he had understood what I had told him, death is nothing to fear. It is just nothing. And that was for him a great comfort.

The last funeral I attended was that of my Platoon Officer, Ranaan Shoham, in the Paratroopers.

He died in a short and fierce battle with Syrian Commandos shortly before dawn on a Saturday, the 18th day of June, 1982. I loved him, almost revered him.

He had always been very kind to me and he liked me himself,  inexplicably. I considered myself to be a god awful soldier. What I had seen of war sickened me so much I went completely numb in my heart. The needless wanton destruction of lives and property, celebrated joyfully, left me baffled and confused, because I believed myself some how responsible by reason of complacency with much I considered a crime.

Raanan had made me his machine gunner,with a weapon called a MAG.

I hated it.

It was heavy and cumbersome, running up hills with it was torture and I carried so much ammunition, all I could think of when I participated in infantry combat, was how to shoot it all off, so I wouldn't have to continue carrying it breathlessly and with a pulse of 180, up and down the slopes of hills and mountains in Lebanon. I was so numb and senseless that when a mortar shell exploded twenty meters behind me, I took no cover and barely glanced backwards to see the plume of smoke.

I don't for the life of me know why he trusted me so much.

But he did. He told me, "I want you and no one else at my side!"

This despite my having on my record two cases where I had mishaps with weapons, one in which I had injured someone for life.

The afternoon before he died, he organized a day of sports, which I have never been good at.

He laughed, joyful and radiant while playing football, so radiant, I mentioned this to another soldier who commented, "Yes! I wonder what's got into him?"

It was late Friday afternoon and Rannaan received word he could give one soldier leave for the weekend.
He chose me. I was very grateful and packed my bag and ran to the rode where I caught a ride in a military truck
which brought me all the way to Tel-Aviv, where I spent the weekend with a girl friend.

A half hour after I had left, the leave had been cancelled, but I was too far gone to be recalled.

The unit was put on Red Alert and all leaves were indeed cancelled.

Had Raanan not sent me home, I would have been standing ten meters to his right side, when the Syrian Commando awakenned from his sleep because, for some foolish reason, the Radio Operator had left the speakers on LOUD. My Platoon had been given the order to occupy a hill already occupied by the Syrians, but somehow air reconnaissance had not registered the movement of Syrian troops.

Raanan was mowed down with automatic gun fire that pierced his body armor and ripped his heart apart.

He died very quickly.

 The rest of the unit did what Israeli paratroopers are trained to do in the face of close range and ferocious enemy fire. They charged aggressively up the hill while shooting their weapons,  and slaughtered eight Syrian commandos who had fallen asleep, awakenned just moments before they died by their awakenned guard's shooting Rannaan.  Rannan's radio officer had his ear blown off from the fragments of an exploding grenade, thrown by one of the Syrian Commandos before he himself was shot dead. Another soldier, the one on Raanan's left side, was wounded by a gunshot but recovered and returned to service.

I heard the news by radio, on Saturday morning, laying at my lover's side. There was no mention of names, just that three soldiers were casualties, one dead, in a short fierce battle in Eastern Lebanon.

I knew immediately in my heart that it was my unit and became morose and dreaded returning to hear the names of casualties, but I knew in my heart Raanan was dead and had perhaps saved my life, by sending me home the eve before he died without me and my machine gun by his side.

I had come to hate the idea of armies and being a soldier had become abhorrent, but I was too numb and yet delusional by reason of my Idolatrous devotion to Israel as a political entity, to do what I should have done.

Resign by reason of conscientious objection.

I will never attend a funeral again. I myself will never have one, anyone else will ever attend.
So help me God.

I leave here a video that expresses my momentary and ever evolving state of mind, knowing none of you have the slightest inkling of a clue what goes on inside of me. I have one reservation concerning the lyrics.

The female singer sings, "I will never let you go!"

I let everyone I love go wherever they want, whenever they want, even when I give them my best advice as to what I believe their best interests be, and they ignore my advice. I then tell them, "Be true to yourself and care not at all how you think I might feel, by following wherever your heart leads you. That is how I have lived and that is the essence of any advice I can give."

I continue to love one and all. 

Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Make Peace With Your Coming Death! 1111

So how does one make peace with one's own death?
Death comes invincible and inevitable to everything that strives to survive.
Nothing now living will soon be alive. How soon is soon, you might ask?
Well, when one is lucky or blessed, as you might have, either or, one dies at an old age,
after having lived mostly grateful for the gift of your life. Surrounded by loved ones
and secure in your own bed, you might die after being fed what you most like to eat,
if still blessed with an appetite, perhaps even meat. Your hands held gently
by those who are prepared to let go, those who know you have lived truthfully
and mostly without succumbing to fears. Succoring whispers are the last that you hear.
You close your eyes for the last time and take you last breath,
surrendering completely to your encroaching death.
Your mind is obliterated and in oblivion there is no knowledge of self or anything else.
Not asleep, not somewhere else, simply not. No longer ignorant and no longer wise,
After death there is no purpose, no surprise, no prize, no reward, no punishment, no after life for you as yourself,
just oblivion for all eternity and absolutely nothing else.
Life after death is a lie. Life before conception is a lie.
Nought but the wishful thinking of those who have fears of not being alive.
Slow down and ask yourself how this makes you feel, and when you know, ask yourself why.
What could be wrong with nothing at all? No possessions of any kind, neither body or quality of mind?
Why is it that most don't want to die? What keeps us alive? While after death there be no surprise,
from birth moving forward, from the moment you open your eyes, all is new and unknown,
there to be explored and learned and investigated, non ending engaging enigmas to resolve,
like how to get food when hungry and why mother cringes in pain and pulls away, when you bite her tit.
Yet despite all there is to learn in any lifetime no matter how long it is lived,
so many give up on learning and accept just what there is. Whatever there, is going away,
it happens to some slowly and some in a day. Tomorrow, perhaps, is your last morning,
and loved ones feeling left behind, are left mourning and sad. Is that really so bad, so sad?
What is exactly so good about your life that you would have it continue? Is it love?
Is it? Is love really the only engine of survival? What about greed and fame, public acclaim?
What about leaving behind memorable contributions for culture, mankind? Is that on your mind?
If it all ends in a void why live at all? Have you ever asked yourself that? Dare you?
Why not? Why ask? What good would it do you to know why you live, if you are already so near death,
and soon there will be no answering questions of any kind?
Very soon very few will be fortunate enough to die in a bed, or after being fed, or in their sleep.
Oh, all too soon many will die together in blasts of light, blown to smithereens, leaving behind not even a stain.
Is it me you disdain for telling you an unavoidable truth?
How could I know this? I have said as much in the past and nothing of what I said came to pass,
or so you believe. I have been told I am evil and insane and most likely both!
Let me tell you this.
I have been voided for three thousand years, give or take a few decades, who cares?
I was and am King David, King of Israel, Poet and Warrior, A Dancer, Lover and Musician,
God Played on The Harp of My Heart, and I danced before Israel as one gone insane!
My Wife Michal, Saul's Princess, His Daughter, saw me dancing and called me vapid, frivolous,
ludicrous, completely inane. She thought I had gone mad, and I had! This is how I regained my sanity,
by dancing wildly to music no one else could hear, in my inner ear, the ear in my heart,
in which The God of Israel speaks to me then and now, and says 'You will never depart!
You are the living truth, the essence of Art!" But Am I really? Who can possibly say this is true and not a delusion,
or perhaps simply a method of gaining attention to my Art? Who on earth could know but me,
what I see and hear and feel and think and know within? A psychiatrist, you say? That thought makes me laugh.
Both my psychologist and psychiatrist completely lost their cool in the heat of my renewed mind.
"There is nothing wrong we can say of what he says, he sounds fine.'
I know there is no after life, and nothing before a zygote at all. A life comes from the void and to the void it returns. Tell me why not? What is so treasure-able in your mind that deserves to be carried on? Have you learned
that you earn a place at God's Side with Faith In Him in your Heart? What God was that? Not mine and there is no other, for only My Creator could bring me back from the dead and restore all my memories and so many more.
I am every Israelite who ever lived, except Moses and those who strayed from The God of Israel
and bent their knee or fell on their face before any one else but myself as King of Israel. So many did!
So many more than didn't! All these Hebrew Prophets and THE FAITHFUL OF ISRAEL live in me now, their voices come back to life with my own.
We talk nothing but תורת יהוה who is our mother and my wife, my daughter and all my female kin. Life itself without household strife, we live in her womb but she will never give us birth again, and me twice. I am King David, come again, the one and only second coming of any one who has ever lived. This is not incest, clean your filthy minds, this is the life of the Pure Wild Heart, בר לב ! WE live without knowledge of Sin.
We live all within me in the Now, and Our Now is Forever and One Day More, when we start once again, from a new beginning, a new Chapter of Time, Sublimely Enchanted and Divine! Chant? We sing all in rhyme!
But my body is mine alone. Only The Faithful Israelite and Kings of Judah and The Prophets who never strayed remain.
All in my head and none of them dead!
Everyone else is as if they have never been and most notable among these is Moses, whose name has become a night mare for the Jews, who worship his teachings as if they could bring back the dead FROM THE DEAD, but they can't and won't.
Neither can I! Who has died, has died, and is not even dead.
They are gone from the Book of Life, their memories erased from creation
as if they had never come out of the void. What remains in the minds of those who revere the dead, are nought but Idols, put there to make stumble and fall, those whose hearts pump blood without any spirit at all.
These will all fall and become themselves as if they had never lived.
Now when I was then King David and before as a Captain of Men, I took many lives and shed so much blood, rivers and rivers of deep red blood flowed from the necks of those slain by my sword, in my own hand or at my command. Men and women and children slaughtered like so many sheep for a holiday, a Passover Feast!
I tell all you Jews, I will never rebuild a temple of slaughter, never again!
Now all of you, all of Mankind that lives, make peace with your coming demise.
You all live anyway as if you were mice. Full of nought but fears and appetites, even a mouse has more life!
This is the last generation of Mankind before comes a new kind of Man. A Man with no blood on his hands!
A Man without avarice or sin, and I will live forever and teach them what I and all these others alive in my mind have come again to share. But beware, this time I kill none by my own hand nor by command.
Now who do you think kills all and can bring back to life without vice?
Take my advice, I give it for free, for no fee, as freely as the blood I caused to flow in rivers of red,
don't try to flee.
Surrender now before אני מי and live out your wretched meager lives, the lives of the walking dead.
You haven't a chance of a clue as to what you are missing,
inside your minds and around all your heads.
Life is wasted on you and you are no more than animated filling,
that fills up the void without meaningful Art, life without taste or true purpose, life wasted,
a truth and fact I cannot avoid, YOU ALL WILL RETURN TO THE VOID!
Now to you Jews who repent, I say this. Your sacred lies of a holy temple in Jerusalem
are founded on Sin. It was a Sin to build it and I sinned by having Solomon,
my now disowned dead and soon forgotten son, build it at all. I erred, he sinned, and Israel did Fall!
Good Riddance, your betrayal of Israel, has come to an End!
I never strayed from my Faith in Allah, but you Solomon, did!

September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!


Jonathan Michael Robbins

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Tuesday, September 5, 2017

The Coming Crumbling Civilizations 1111

 The Shattering of the Kingdoms of Idolatry is At Hand! See This? The Digits 1111?

First let me say, I believe we are all going to part ways in a very short time.
The foundation of the whole world is about to be shattered
and will crumble like that Philistine Palace, when Blinded Samson,
mocked and ridiculed, while chained to the supporting columns,
regained his miraculous strength and brought down the Palace
where the Philistines had been partying, in celebration over Samson's capture.
His last words were,"My Spirit will die with the Philistines!" 

Being a true servant of Allah, he needed no belief in an afterlife as reward
for killing so many enemies along with himself. He fought Jihad, but violently, only against those who would enslave Israel, who were Ironically enslaved to foreign powers by their God, for their own Idolatrous Ideas.

Samson is not considered a Prophet but is called the Judge of Israel in his generation.
Had he condemned Israel for their Idolatry he would have been a Prophet but he idealized Israel and died for his own Idolatry, in his unrequited love and Idolization of a Philistine Whore.

But while he lived he fought fearlessly against Idols and enjoyed life to the full extant of His Manhood.

Irony is God's Signature in Human Affairs of The Heart!

I fight Jihad, but I am completely unwilling to so much as kill a mosquito.

What is Jihad? 

The Eternal War against the Idolatrous Empowerment of Symbols,
as if they are divine or have any causal power of their own.

In my definition of "TRUTH" I say,

"Truth is an agreement that a symbol or symbols represent a certain reality."

No one believes a statement to be true unless they hear so from a trusted authority or conclude it's truth after their own research. Neither instances ensure what now believed to be truth will weather confounding hurricanes of chaos, wherein authorities and gods are found to be impotent and unable to answer prayers or dire requests for assistance.

 Like The AmeriCIAn Flag, for example.

Does it really represent "One nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all!"?

More people are incarcerated in the US of Amercia per capita than anywhere else in the world. Are Amercians innately more criminal than any other country on the Globe? Is the Justice system more just, exposing more crimes? What does "Indivisible" mean? Is The Federal Government a Causal Singularity like God Almighty? Is everything the  Government says Truth, because it says,"In God We Trust!" on Amercian Currency and Government Executives therefor fear God, and wouldn't lie? 

People die for the Flags of their nations, for crucifixes where thousand and thousands of tortured men and women were left hanging until they expired, dying one of the most humiliating and miserable deaths imaginable,

Jews have been dying for the letters of the name of their so misunderstood God for Millennia, Moslems for their misunderstanding of the Symbols of their own religion,
words and doctrines and dogma, all no more than symbols meant to represent a narrative of reality, no one has any personal knowledge of. People empower symbols and make of them a reason to die and a reason to murder strangers. This has been going on for a very, very, long time.

  Look at the world from this point of view alone, and the inhumane behavior of humans
and the unkindness of Mankind, is all caused by the worship of Symbols, rather than The Living Creator of Symbols, who has created them for no other reason that to be able to have conversations with men like me, who have been doing Jihad since Abraham. Hebrew Prophets. Most of whom, albeit with remarkable exceptions like Moses and Samuel, waged a non violent war within themselves against their own False Ideas regarding what the symbols that compose the names of God in Hebrew Scriptures really represent.

They represent nothing at all but Idols of the mind, that need to be mocked and shattered to dust, with no regard for personal consequences.

One discovers that there is One Real Creator, who you become conscious of for no other reason than you become conscious of anyone. He talks to you in your mind, but without any holy symbols at all.

To the contrary, his whole tutelage is one wherein he has you shatter all you hold sacred and holy in your own mind, except of course for the living two way relationship
that has come to Life between Your Creator and You/ 11!.

This is the single true message of Hebrew Prophets and The Hebrew Scriptures.
This is what all that sequence of Hebrew Letters in The Hebrew Bible represent.
Have No Idols. "I am the Creator of Life Itself, Am I not Alive? I am The Creator of Intelligence, am I not Intelligent? I am The Creator of Wisdom, am I not Wise? I am The Creator of Reality, Am I not Real?  "
What makes life alive?

It communicates!

All life communicates because DNA is a chain of symbols that represent certain living biological realities that manifest over the course of the life time of any living organism.
DNA is a language that represents the power of symbols to become "word" and "truths" and evoke emotions and sensations and realities, desired and horrific alike.

 The Creator Created the illusion that DNA has the power to create life but who gives it that power? DNA is a message itself into the mind of modern man, if you corrupt DNA in the pursuit of Materiel Idols by manipulating it to get rich and powerful, I will destroy any and all of you but those who understand that The Creator of Life has such an abundance of it, that he can eradicate species and create new ones over billions of years, and For The Creator Species are no more than an Art Form!

They come and go when the time comes to manifest different Art Forms
and Artful relationships between Art Forms.

Now Who is All This Art For, seeing as man worships Art Forms and Not The Artist? The Angels, perhaps? Are there Angels. Yes! But who cares!

 Man, that is most men, don't see the pageantry of drama and forms and colors and sounds and feelings and ideas flowing through their own minds as Art! They aren't entertained or at the very least educated, by their own lives.

So many men are grateful for an opportunity to have eternal life by forgoing all the wonderful pleasures of this one, if they believe that symbols truly represent some ridiculous and outrageous reality, in an after life.

This is true in all religions, Islam and Judaism and Christianity and Buddhism and Hinduism, only the great and wise Conscientious Confucius had no pretense of knowing truthfully what cannot be known as truth, and said "Live a good, ethical and moderate, grateful life for the pleasures at hand. Train your mind. Strive to excel at what you do. Etc." But Man worships powerful symbols and Confucius himself became a mental symbol, as his ideologies were, and his premise that man is fundamentally good was founded on the condition that men believe concepts have a power unto themselves, which is just another sophisticated Idolatry. 

He laid the foundations for Godless Communist China which Idolizes Ideology and commits horrendous atrocities every second of every day against men who don't cherish communist beliefs and The Chinese Communist Government, which itself is Idolized and spiritually corrupt beyond redemption.

I know no truth of an after life. I have my own beliefs that the symbols my Creator has put into my mind represent future realities for my soul, realities I am really unequipped yet to comprehend.

I can't say something I can't comprehend is true. I have been disheartened by the realization that Islam Sufism teaches and describes indescribable metaphysical realities which are no more than self flattering  idealizations of their own hard won mystical experiences.  Poetic metaphors become mystical sacred doctrines of how man is created in God's Image and becomes godlike himself. God has no image, fools! That was the essence of Mohamed's  Gospels!

Man wasn't created in some deep distant mystical past through some metaphysical mechanization of self replication. He is created from one jiffy to the next like everything else, all the particles created having coherent narratives in the mind of man if you know how to see and read the writing of warning on The Wall. Don't believe any image has any power ever, at all. Trust The One who has no image of form or time or place except as He chooses to assume to communicate with You, and until God is evidently communicating with you from within your own mind, you can't hear what he is saying because of the menagerie   of idolatrous  images and ideas competing over your life energy, as they have none of their own, unless granted life by you, and your beliefs in their divinity of some kind.

I know no truths at all concerning what existed before my mind awakenned, before this life time.

I have beliefs that I agree to agree are true, because My Creator Commands me to, telling me "This Is The Contract I have Made Between My Self and Between You."

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  My CREATOR Tells me this, is He not your Creator, too? Am I lying or delusional?  Many have and will say, I am not what My Creator Tells Me I Am.

God talks to me with a very loving and fatherly and motherly insistence that I cannot resist and don't want to for the life of me.

My Creator is Alive and Lives with me in my mind.

Like Michael Neil Stanton, the creator of THE 11:11 SITE The Only 11:11 Phenomenon Website That Matters said so many times to others, who believed that the "white fonts" on their screens represent reprehensible realities in my mind concerning themselves.

"It is Just Fonts, for God's Sake." Michael said so many times, to people who threatened to leave if he didn't ban me from writing my beliefs of what 11:11 really means to me.

 Michael is a True Champion of Free Thought and Free Speech! I will be grateful to him and ever remember how our first debates inspired me to express my self ever more eloquently, in service to the God who had commanded me to leave all I love behind and to do as He Commands.

It is they who accuse me of evil intent for disconcerting them with descriptions only of what goes on in my own mind. Who can describe  anything at all but what goes on in their own mind? Can you? Ask yourself that, for real. 

 People give me power when it is all no more than white fonts on a blue screen, or whatever color the fonts are on your screen, as you read this now,  symbols in your mind, as AM I just a symbol in your mind with no power whatsoever of my own. Symbols. Letters in strings of significance only the reader can assign the true meaning and intent of.  Language SOME agree to believe represents a TRUTH, when it doesn't represent the truth of the reality in my mind at all, in any way, shape or form.

Concerning 11:11.

It is a symbol of something or another, on that we all agree.

What does it really represent?

Is it a message sent from The Creator of us all? To you? To me? To anyone at all?

I have my truths concerning my agreements with my Maker concerning what any and all, of the symbols in my mind, represent. They are founded on an intimate relationship with my Creator and the undeniable Artful orchestration of anything and everything that has ever happened to me, within my mind.

Nothing has ever happened to me outside of my mind that I could possibly know or say is true, neither has anything ever happened to you that didn't happen within the confines of your own mind. You are the one who has the freedom to empower symbols or revoke any power you have given them or they are given by others. This is the essence of freedom of choice and why you have it.  Be an iconoclast. Love nothing but The Creator of Love.
We are confined by the symbols in our minds and what we believe them to truthfully and consistently represent.

In Hebrew, The Word for "Border" = שפה is the same as that for Spoken Language.

The languages we speak to ourselves and others are indeed the borders of our minds,
collectively and as individuals. Languages are composed from Labels and Labels represent substances or the relationships between them. You see the Label on a bottle and believe it unnecessary to chemically check if it is really aspirin inside. Labels believed are the end of research and discovery. Call a man insane and those who believe you, will no longer hold with any regard what he says. Say "conspiracy theorists are outrageous madmen" and those who believe you have the authority to label them that way, will no longer investigate if the crazy theories are actually founded on facts and common sense. Case in point being George W. Bush and what happened on September 11th, 2001, which was the beginning of the End of This World, as we each know it to be in our mind.

      We need to agree on the meanings of words, to build a new world that reaches all the way to the heavens where we then can tumble down the false gods who are envious of Man's place in Creation, which is above the Angels.

Remember Genesis, Chapter 11? The Tower of Babel?

Idolatrous Babylon, who worshiped the works of their own hands, like men today who worship technology with no real understanding why anything moves at all!

I am the Foundation Stone, cast aside by the builders, which has become the immutable measure of what the word "righteousness" really represents for The God who gave us the concept of right and wrong.

Not good and evil.

But right and wrong as judgement.

Logic. Rationality. Sanity.
How Ironic, yes , I know!

It is insane to empower symbols and not the Creator of Symbols and their meanings,
which explains why I went insane completely, out of my fear of letting go of the holy symbols I adored.

Words like "Israel" and God and יהוה and Allah and whatever was the menagerie of empowered symbols that fought for supremacy over my heart.

We grow up in a world of authorities that tell us what is true and what is not. Academic and religious authorities who all contend with certainty there is a real "there" outside your mind that is solid and never moves unless pushed or shoved by something with the power to do so. Authorities on history and science and the meaning of The Arts, all pretending to know elusively and exclusively the sophisticated complexities of their expertise, no laymen could ever understand. They pride themselves for being expert authorities on the workings of the mind and brain and technologies and are paid mass amounts of money for their advice and lectures, all asserting reality is solid and only moves by The Laws of Nature which are immutable as if written in stone. Anyone who follows modern science in the field of theoretical physics must become aware that they haven't a clue why things appear to us as solid as they do. All the immutable laws are found not to apply as observations are made of the behavior of galaxies, so they improvise with new theories like Jazz artists who have lost their musical theme and play to a beat that  is uncoordinated with the musicians in their troupe.

The natural sciences have become a cacophony of divergent theories about what makes reality real.

 My own Idolatry only finally ended months ago, when God began to perform miracles that completely shattered any Idea I had about what My Creator can or cannot do,  with my reality. He has demonstrated to me that nothing is  immutable but God's Creative Will.
I don't believe in miracles because the Bible tells me to. I have witnessed so many myself that I am now prepared for the skies to open and tunnels of flame to twist down and consume man and machinery alike.

I have see Miracles of something to nothing and nothing to something, right in front of my eyes, in no uncertain times, God saying, "Look, my favorite AND only Son, My Little One in My 11, believe Only In מי and do whatever I tell you to do, as quickly as you can respond and act. What you do and don't understand, I will explain and you will hear and understand, later! I will establish the Kingdom I promised to, with you as My Son, David, Son of Jesse, Corporeal King of Israel and the Redeemer of Mankind!"

Now, what can I do? I ask you! Should I see a psychiatrist  again, after being hospitalized four times in closed wards and put on anti-psychotic "medications" against my will? Many of you reading this are already convinced I am utterly insane. But I write quite well for a man suffering from schizophrenia, don't you agree? Isn't that the truth?

 Should I argue like Jonah? Will that do me any good? Can I run away from the Creator of The Heavens and The EARth?

 The Vibrations of His Voice are what make particles of mass dance the way they do, and that includes Michael Jackson  and  Prince! All mad dancing men, too!

God's Voice Creates Realities and symbols are the words God Sings to God's Melodies!

The Music that moves everyone and everything that moves, the way it all does.
Symbols become memories become narratives with a lesson to be learned.

Can this only  be true for me?

I hope not, for your sake and not mine.

I no longer fear oblivion or ache from loneliness. I have never been so loved and cared for in my life. Not by mother or father or lover, God's love  compares with nothing mortals can even imagine unless experienced in a way all others would say is insane. Are you willing to be considered insane by one and everyone you know, because you tell them, God is really talking to you, first in dreams and puzzles and events of poignant synchronicity, and finally as would your most intimate lover whose sweet warm breath whispers words of love into your mouth, as she kisses you so gently on the lips. I swear by My God of Art, this is my daily experience and there is absolutely nothing I would not give up to keep this relationship as intimate as it is. Suppose I am not insane. What does that make you feel? Fear or envy or hostility or what? And why?

My inner moment to moment experience has become ineffably divine. I am not divine in any way, shape or form, but my experiences are Sublimely Divine by any definition. All you can do is believe me or not. Probably not.

 I am no holy man, in any sense of the word Holy.

I am not sacred, if anything, I am ultimately profane.

I revere nothing that can be seen or heard or has location or is of any measurable and comprehensible time, including what God Himself just told me a moment ago. What has been said is already an image, a memory, symbols of past communications. When God commands it's always in the present moment, "Right Now, Do as I Tell You To Do!" There is never, "Or Else!" attached to that. That would be redundant.

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I have always chosen to fall in love whatever the consequences when provoked to do so by the beauty of the moment. Sometimes it was with a prostitute with whom I had made a sacred contract that we would love each other and make love until the half hour contract came to an end, leaving us both feeling sincerely sad. They always kept me embraced until the knocks on the door became somewhat frantic, "Your time is up!" spoken sternly for the fourth or fifth time. Sometimes it  was with a woman I shared years with, years that ended in mutual heart break. Human love always comes to a sad ending, if it is indeed a love for the life within the body of "the other", that one cherishes, and wishes only the best for. We inevitably must let go of all that we cherish, all that has a time and place in our lives, finally we must let go of our own cherished life itself, and Trust God that oblivion is not to be feared.  

Perhaps though, The Love of The Living Communicating Creator of Time and Space and All that moves within our minds, The Love of The Singular Eternal God above everything and anything else,IS Eternity Itself. I guess, we who love God above all else will find out if our Relentless Trust is a contract that lasts forever. If it doesn't, we won't know anyway but have lived wonderful lives full of gratitude and meaning, Artfully orchestrated and ever amazing.
Amazing Grace beyond description.

I am just a human being, with the Divine Crown of Creation on my head, by no will of my own.
"So, Help Me, God!  Help me Cope! I am Overwhelmed with Gratitude and Thanksgiving FOR YOUR UNRAVELING ART IN MY MIND, EVEN NOW, AS THE WORLD OF IDOLATRY CRUMBLES !" 1111
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!


Jonathan Michael Robbins

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Monday, September 4, 2017

The Truth, Once Again, and for Some, The Last Time 1111

The Truth, Once Again, and for Some, The Last Supper! 1111

 For Some This Might Be Their Proverbial Last Supper, where they eat my meat בשרה and drink my blood  נפש  and are betrayed for betraying their Contracts with The God of Israel, get crucified and The True Messiah Survives and Lives Happily Ever After!

 Truth is the agreement that A SYMBOL or any number of symbols,
 like The Hebrew Bible הברית, 
represent a certain reality and nothing else yet not agreed upon, nothing else is TRUTH.

Speculation that the symbol or symbols might represent something else as yet not agreed, is speculation, a belief, an opinion.

Truth begins within one's own mind. It starts with one's first word. The image of one's mother begins to represent whatever one's needs she fulfills and finally the word "mother" itself represents her image and all the feelings she evokes when seen or imagined as a mental image.

Of course one's first word might be "Father" or "Water" or whatever.

Truth is the foundation of language. All languages are founded on a consistent and agreed upon relationship between symbols and what they represent.

Truths can be shared with others. A mother, knowing what the word "mother" means to herself, says it repetitively while meeting her child's needs. The child begins to associate the sound with the experience of having needs met, with all the accompanying feelings of gratification. This brings into the world a TRUTH, agreed upon in a group, the family of mother and child.

Later the child learns that the letters M O T H E R represent sounds that when sounded in sequence, produce the audio experience of hearing the word mother for others, who agree what the word represents to an extant utilitarian enough to know what is meant. If the child gets lost and knows no word other than "MOTHER!", sounding it might make her image appear in the mind's eye of others who know her, and she is brought and appears now in the child's vision.

The Word evokes a reality.

Later, when the mother refuses to meet the needs of the growing child whose need for heroin has him stealing her jewellery, he says "You aren't my mother!"
This because in his or her mind she no longer meets pain causing unrequited needs and has broken the agreement he or she had in their mind that "mother" means having needs met.

This understanding of TRUTH is the foundation of all contracts of every kind imaginable.

It is the foundation of all common realities.

All conflicts, within one's self or between people, are about different TRUTH and broken CONTRACTS from some perspective.

A fact is a contract that symbols represent a certain reality.

If one party disagrees "on the facts" with another, there is a divergent reality and a potential for conflict. If either party feels it's survival or quality of life makes it necessary to coerce it's reality on the other, a conflict ensues until one party is subdued and surrenders, accepting the other party's reality concerning themselves.
Or that party,
which despite inevitable defeat in a war over materiel or spiritual assets,
refuses to surrender,
is obliterated into oblivion
together with whatever was it's reality.


Anything at all you can put your attention on, can only be understood as content in a greater context, or it can't be defined, nor understood.

Any thing you can put your attention on, is itself a context, a label, a symbol of what it represents.

Everything in the mind is itself a symbol that represents something else.

Stop and think of any[i]thing[/i]. Anything you can put your attention on, is some kind of [i]thing[/i], is it not?

Words or perception of sensations or whatever, whatever you have your attention on, is [b]it's[/b]self BECAUSE it represents something else.

What and where, is the true cause- of whatever you perceive? What is the purpose?

 Primal cause and ULTIMATE purpose are the CONTEXT OF EVERYTHING, but who can define PRIMAL CAUSE and ULTIMATE PURPOSE?

The mind contains nothing but symbols that represent possible realities in an ever evolving context.

Nothing contemplated can be completely understood unless an arbitrary context is given, a context of cause and purpose, therefor all understanding is partial and transitory.

Take the number 1 for example.

It is a label that represents an internal number of infinite infinities as fractions of itself. The resolution of inspection can go on for an eternity and you wouldn't and couldn't ever grasp all One contains. How did this One come to be, what caused it and what is it's purpose, what is it doing in your mind? Your mind has a purpose which you can define arbitrarily and hence somewhat understand what goes on within it, but what is it's PRIMAL CAUSE? What Creates The Mind, Any Mind, which is ultimately a One Mind among many other Minds, perhaps an infinite number of ONE MINDS, all the natural numbers, an infinite amount and yet there are more kinds of infinity in the number 1 than the infinity of all the natural numbers.

All contexts are arbitrary and the meaning of any content is arbitrary as well.

All understanding is hence arbitrary and can be no more than an agreement to no longer seek definition through increasing resolution or greater context.

UNDERSTANDING AND TRUTH are Utilitarian Concepts in the Context of what humans cause and what their purpose is for causing what they do.

Without Agreement there is neither understanding or truth as a foundation for Utilitarian Cooperation.

I am The Messiah and I have Come To Lay The Foundations For Utilitarian Cooperation in A Common Wealth of Human Endeavors.

The Writings of The Messiah 1111

 On November 11th, 2017, A Sign And Wonder, Here Comes The Son!

November 11th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!


Jonathan Michael Robbins

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Sunday, September 3, 2017

The Spiral of Your Mind and The "I" That Sees! 1111

Oh My Family of Islam, You have All inspired me to tell more, as you are a sublime instrument of Divine Creative Design! 

Imagine looking backwards in time as if you have risen from the very bottom of a dwindling spiral.
Imagine that spiral goes back a finite amount of time, but
created at a moment  immeasurably before any Big Bang.
At the very bottom of the spiral where all coalesces and conflates is an "I" with an "eye" and that is your soul, looking around, confined in a mind, wondering how it got where it is and what it should do to improve the view. "In The Beginning" is very confusing and while there is Light, all you can see is in your mind which is all you can see, it is all yourself reflected from the confines of your own mind. You are confined by the symbols and syntax unique to your own soul. You are looking at mirrors reflecting what is "with in" and what is "with out". Now all living things and life itself is confined in a mind. Allah is The Creator of Minds but is never confined. Allah is The Perfect Cause and all that Happens in The Mind is The Perfected Effect, you know as your own history, your narrative. Allah sees your Soul and understands completely it's perplexity, as all minds of all kinds are Challenging Games of Perplexity For The Soul.
When I say Allah sees you as you are, I mean also feels your sense of being trapped and confined precisely as you do. As you experience yourself confined and trapped in your mind, over which you must honestly admit you have no control of any sustainable duration, Allah looks at things precisely and exactly as you do in whatever the context you find yourself in. But as Allah created your Soul and designed the Spiral in Both Directions, Your Creator also knows all you will come to see above you as your mind rises and expands by turning mass into energy, or beneath you, as your mind contracts by turning energy into mass. The Soul never moves. It is the Only Thing in the Universe that is truly static and has a "relatively" motionless point of view, but as it identifies with symbols moving in the mind, it thinks it's moving too.
Now while The Spiral has a finite beginning, it rises and expands forever. When you turn mass into energy by letting go of everything with mass, symbolized in your mind, your view of that infinitesimal reflection of all of creation which is your destiny to see and experience, expands in perspective, allowing you to hold in any moment in your mind, ever more of how and why things come together and things fall apart. You become a witness and a scribe of the creation that is your ever expanding mind. But should you experience a moment in which you say I have arrived and seek to hold on to what you see and call it your own, whatever it is, and call it a day, you are turning energy into mass and you begin to sink back down the spiral, which as you go down dwindles, as nothing is more trapped than mass in the mind. Eventually there is too much mass held on to, to drop any further and you get stuck, unable to sink and unable to look above the mass you are holding on to, and there is no alternative to losing your mind, having it fixed, and returned and refined.
To understand your soul, think of a Sim Card. It is uniquely itself because it "sees" with a unique kind of resistance to what passes through it, unaware of anything else. It comes with the initial information any mind is confined by, but also that which makes your soul and it's destiny unlike that of anyone else. Your body is like the smartphone, but no two phones are as exactly as smart or contain exactly the same memories, now the sim card records every decision you make about what is valuable and what is not and keeps it as is, until further notice.

These decisions are either of future freedoms or future kinds of confines. They are either a decision to hold on or a decision to let go, of whatever you can focus attention on and value or abhor, anything at a[size=24l[/size]. You can focus attention on nothing but symbols that represent mass, but as nothing has mass but that which is perceived in the mind, nothing has mass unless you believe it does, forcing it to obey The Laws of Gravity and Newton's Principles of Motion, until such Time as God demonstrates to your mass less mind that mass is only a symbol in the Mind and The Creator of Mass and Energy can do with Mass and Energy whatever required to make His Omnipotence Known, to any such deserving Soul.

Look up towards the Heavens, My Family of Islam,1111, from where Allah orchestrates all in your mind, for as far up as you can see in one lifetime, is as far as you can go with your "I Wink ", when looking from the very bottom, below.
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!


Jonathan Michael Robbins

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