A True Jew is A Moslem, Too! 1111

Concerning Islam 1111
 

Any Interpretation of Scriptures  That Seeks To Violently Coerce and Enforce Faith is False and Evil 1111

The Purpose of Creation is to Bring About In The Human Mind,
 Complete and Totally Willful
SURRENDER To God's Creativity,
Thus Evoking Gratitude and Thanksgiving,
without any FURTHER need for sacrifice to accomplish the above. 
 

One By One, In The Creator's Good Time. All Mankind And All Women Will Come To Faith in The God of Art 1111 

    I believe absolutely and with no doubt whatsoever in One Great Merciful God Almighty known in Arabic as Allah. I believe absolutely and with no doubts whatsoever that The Great Prophet Mohamed was indeed a Prophet in the same Spirit and way and Direction as were The Great Hebrew Prophets upon whom he based his Faith and Founded his teachings. 

Not For No Good Reason Is There A Mosque on The Temple Mount 1111

I have prayed in  a Mosque and been welcomed into A Moslem's home as a convert, where I was served a meal, blessed, and sent on my way. In no way did this change my interpretation of Hebrew Scriptures and my understanding of תורת יהוה (The Teachings of The Creator Lord) as taught by Moses. To the contrary, this was the fulfillment of that understanding.

A true Jew must be a Moslem, too. But A Moslem doesn't have to be a Jew,  only observe the Sabbath as The Seventh Day, like Jews.
 

The Hebrew Prophets Taught The Seventh Day as The Day of Rest.

   I am also a Jew but not because I believe in what is called today Judaism. I am a Jew because I believe in the transcendent nature of Prophetic Hebrew Culture which gave birth to both Judaism and Islam. I am also a Moslem in that I believe in One Almighty Creator God, my own interpretations of the The Prophets before Mohamed and I believe in my interpretations of The Great Prophet Mohamed's Koran, Mohamed being the last great Prophet to the nations until my advent as the Teacher who will properly interpret Islam.

 I am The Mahdi, this according to my own interpretations of The Koran and The Hebrew Bible.
  Islam is The Art of Surrendering to The Creator's (whose Name in Arabic is Allah) Will. I will interpret Islam as The Messiah, Son of David,  from Mount Zion. As David as prophesied in The Koran and before Islam, by All of The Hebrew Prophets.
 

There will be Signs and Wonders Unseen By Mankind Since The Dawn of The First Day in Adam's Mind

   Islam is an eternal religion that will survive Christianity and the present religion called Judaism. For the last 1400 years or so it has been going through difficulties due to rigid literal interpretations of The Koran, bringing about great misunderstandings, strife and bloodshed among Moslems and between Moslems and Jews. There should be no strife between Moslems and Jews. My interpretations of Islam will restore it to it's great peace making purpose.

   The Trouble Islam has had with Christianity has been strictly caused by Christianity and Christian leaders Popes and nations. 

Let He or She who would refute what I teach do so and show how their teaching enhances life more than mine.

The Most Important word in The Hebrew Language is the essence of the Arabic Word for God, Allah.

This word is the Hebrew Word. EL. אל 

In English this word can be translated firstly as "To" or "Towards", meaning in the direction of. As it is The One Creator God who gives direction to all there is, in all of Creation, the word also means God. 

In Creation, everything is in motion and has a direction. It is The Creator that determines the direction of all that moves. It is The Creator's Will that is The Primal Cause for All Motion, in All Space, in All Times. Everything that moves, does so as part of Creation and does so with purpose. 

The purpose of Creation manifests in the human experience which is what transpires in The Evolving Human Mind.

The concept of Motion with Direction and Purpose is the manifestation of life itself as perceived and conceived in The Evolving Human Mind. 

The perception and direction of motion with purpose is the fundamental necessity that makes a mind, (any mind, with any degree of sophistication or complexity), what it is, for the following reasons.

To conceive motion  necessitates first the conception of even more fundamental concepts. 
 

v838 and 838 is The Messiah

The First is SPACE. There can be no motion without space to move in. Space is a view point of at least 2 dimensions.for a duration of time in 3 dimensional space. This is a triangle.
 

11:11 is The Time To Make Your Wish For World Peace

The Second is TIME. There can be no motion without perception with duration of a change in location in space. 

The Third is The Concept of SUBJECT-OBJECT. The viewpoint from which motion is perceived is the Subject. That which moves and the space  in which it moves in, are The Elemental Object.

The Fourth is The Concept of MEMORY. It is impossible to determine motion or direction without a memory of  the past position of that which is determined to be in motion. 

The mind has absolutely nothing in it but symbols that are meaningfully organized with sophisticated syntax, representing what we believe or imagine to be reality.

The Fifth is The Concept of SYMBOL. The memory is only a symbolic representation of what was and is no longer TRUE, this being the perception of motion (change) itself where one compares the location in space of an object and differentiates between where it is presently perceived and the memory of where it was perceived in the past. This is always done in the present, the present itself is created by the differentiation between symbols of the past and the perception of  what is perceived now. 
 

One is as Conscious as One is Responsible for All  Life and All Living Things That Exist in One's Mind as Aspects of  One's Self 

The Sixth is The Concept of  CONSCIOUSNESS. Consciousness is the comparison of what is- with what was and is now symbolized in the memory. 

The Seventh is The Concept of PURPOSE. The Purpose of Creation and all the motion with direction within it, is the experience of an evolving human mind, which is capable of having an Aesthetic Experience wherein the Glory of God's Creativity is appreciated in Gratitude and Thanksgiving.

NO INTERPRETATION OF ANY SACRED HOLY SCRIPTURE IS TRUER OR MORE VALUABLE THAN THIS SIMPLY PUT IMPERATIVE COMMANDMENT:

"I call heaven and earth to witness against you this day, that I have set before thee life and death, the blessing and the curse; therefore choose life, that thou mayest live, thou and thy seed;"

Wise Enough For Freedom of Choice?

I never wanted freedom of choice. 

If there is freedom of choice, we always run out of it at some point!

    I never wanted to subject myself to someone else and their thinking or their decision making, either. I did want the free space to figure things out on my own. And as far back as I can remember myself, that is what I was trying to do. Very soon on, it was apparent to me that I lacked whatever it takes to make the right choices for myself. It appeared to me that the greatest part of whatever I am, is an unknown variable. I would get the strangest of urges, that would rise up again and again, inevitably and invincibly inside of me, causing me to do things that got me into unceasing trouble. I had no conscious reason for doing these things. For example, I would feel a relentless and unstoppable curiosity to rummage through my parent's drawers, whenever they weren't home. I had no idea what I was looking for. I would pull things out to get at the bottom and the back of the drawers I rummaged through, leaving mountable evidence that I had done it again, despite all warnings, reprimands and punishments. I can imagine how uncomfortable it made my mother feel when she found me playing with a vibrator I found in her closet, while my father was away. God Bless Her Departed Soul.

As a youth, how often did you decide to stop masturbating?

    My parents were bewildered and frustrated, nothing they said or did could make me stop. It wasn't as if I wasn't an intelligent child, or as if  I wasn't smart enough to understand that if I did it again, I would be locked into my room without dinner. I did it again and again, anyway. Ever bewildered at myself, I chose again and again, not to realize these wild rampant urges anymore, unsuccessfully.
      What good is freedom of choice if you can't actualize the choices you make? Or if you find yourself doing things with dire consequences that you have no recollection of having actually decided doing, after contemplation of consequences? The story of my whole life, until today, is paved with such experiences. 

The Freedom Not to Believe in Free Choice Is True Humility and Faith

    I hated to upset my mother, who was by no means domineering or over controlling. To the contrary, she was quite aloof and distant and left me alone with my many toys and the things she gave me to take apart, like old clocks and whatever. But as soon as I was alone for a short while in the house, I was at it again, doing one thing or another that got me into trouble.
 

 The Best Choices Can Go Wrong Inadvertently

    There was the time I poured all the pretty colored chemicals into our swimming pool, forcing my parents to drain it and refill it with fresh water. Very expensive in Phoenix, Arizona. I had been warned to stay away from the cabinet with the water purification apparatus, to no avail. And there was the time that I painted an unoccupied house with red and green paint I had found in a garage outside it. I was the leader of a small group of children who followed me around and did whatever I told them to. I thought I was improving how the white walls of the house looked. The police came and investigated but my mother lied and said I had the measles and had never left the house that day. She didn't even ask me if I had done it. She knew it was me and that it would do no good making an issue out of it. I never learned to stop doing these things. Otherwise, I was a very good natured child who excelled at school and I knew how to read from age three. They put me in a special class for the gifted. As far as I am concerned that was a mistake as I hadn't a clue what was going on there, from the first day. From being the class genius I became the class clown idiot.
 

Who hasn't had an uncontrollable urge?

   There was also my unconquerable fascination with fire. I started quite a few and once set fire to a field of thorns which spread and burned down a wooden shack. Again the police investigated and my mother lied.
   No, I was under no illusion that I was under my own control and knew enough of what was going on inside of me to make the decisions and choices I was told would make me happiest. Despite being fully informed of consequences, I continued to get into trouble and suffer the results I had been duly informed I would incur.
    Growing up, this never changed. To my chagrin, my awareness that I am too ignorant of myself to make wise choices increased to include the awareness that the environment and the future, and hence the consequences of my actions, is very unpredictable.
    Now the funny and ironic thing about all this, is instead of learning to listen to rules and make informed decisions based on available information about consequences, my ever inexplicable and uninhibited urges to break behavior patterns dictated by whatever authorities there be, and do strange illicit things, was constantly reinforced with sensations of blissful pleasure. Also, when I grew older, in retrospect, this quality of mine, the pursuit of the bliss emanating from illicit behavior was finally the eventual cause of tremendous good luck. Or should I say- Blessings?

Drafted into The Army, One Forfeits One's Freedom of Choice For The Government. What About God?

An extreme example of this was when I couldn't control an urge to shoot the automatic M16 rifle I had been given for basic training, at a sprinkler in an orange orchard. I was an infantry soldier in the Israeli Army. It was during a short illicit visit to my old boarding school, on a day I had been granted leave to pick up a pair of glasses I had broken on purpose for that explicit purpose. I already had the glasses, but my officer didn't know this and granted me leave to pick them up. I invited a friend who hadn't been drafted yet to accompany me into the depths of the shadowy grove. I wanted to show off and feel the power of the weapon at my disposal. I was so proud of being a soldier in the Jew's army.
A fighting Israeli! HOLOCAUST? Never again! I was considering a military career in service of my people.

The Freedom of Choice to Kill Strangers Without Moral Consequences, by Government Command?

     I put the magazine inside the rifle, aimed at a sprinkler, pulled the trigger, missed, and was taken in complete surprise by the sheer noise caused by the shot. I suddenly felt a wave of unbearable guilt and quickly, thoughtlessly, removed the magazine from the chamber only after cocking it, leaving a bullet inside. The gun was still loaded, but I didn't know this. This was probably the most important thing that ever happened in my youth, determining the development and course of the rest of my life, to this very day. This urge to illicitly shoot my automatic assault rifle had grave, almost deadly consequences for someone else, but even he was eventually thankful that it happened.
    

Blood On Your Hands? Choice or Accident?

    Feeling waves of remorse, I quickly made my way back to base. My platoon was doing infantry training in a field of thorns, which included crawling in the dust while being shot around by the officer with real fire. I was warned not to go, that it was a hot early Autumn afternoon and the training was humiliating as basic training very often was in those days. This was just a year after the Yom Kippur war. Training was very real and very tough. I went anyways, determined to compensate for the feeling I had that I was guilty of betraying the trust given me, by illicitly taking leave and then illegally shooting  my rifle in the orchard.

    When I found my unit, things were exactly as had been described. My officer stood on a hill above, while each soldier in turn, crawled in the thorns as the officer shot bullets around their body, fearfully close. When the soldier froze in fear, the officer berated him with insults. "Come on, you cowardly pussy, crawl! Your friends are being attacked and only you can save them, crawl you little frightened pussy, crawl!"
 

We choose to pay taxes  so governments can kill strangers, with no culpability? Choose not to pay taxes?

   I felt a wave of protest at what I saw in front of me. I couldn't accept the necessity for the insults and humiliation. Speaking quietly, I asked the some twenty soldiers near by, to turn around and refuse to be an audience to such abuse. They all complied, without exception. A moment after we all turned around, I relived the feeling of shooting my rifle in the orchard. I hadn't felt the bliss I usually did when doing something I shouldn't do. I was as if under a spell. It was very dream like. I released the safety on my rifle and pulled the trigger.
 
    My gun was hanging loosely from it's strap at my waist. The unexpected explosion in the barrel took me completely by surprise and the recoil drew my attention to what was happening about ten yards to my left. A soldier in my unit, grabbed his left thigh, twisted around and fell soundless to the ground. Everyone was looking at the officer, thinking he had done it. No one had seen it was me. I was myself in complete shock and denial.
 

We love freedom of choice when we can take credit for our choices, but claim our mistakes are unintentional.

    I did understand what was happening to the soldier I had shot, though. I ran to his side and crouched on my knees, removing my battle dressing from my uniform pocket with trembling hands. I was trying to rip it open but my hands were shaking too much and I was fumbling. My officer was kneeling at my side in a few short seconds and he grabbed the bandage from my hands and put it gently down and then he ripped open the hole that the bullet had made in the wounded soldiers pants. A large chunk of flesh was missing and I could see little red dots of exposed veins in the white flesh. The boy was moaning, " Mommy, mommy, help me mommy...." His face was turning a sickly green.

    For the first few seconds there wasn't much blood. But I had hit an artery and sure enough, soon enough, there was blood everywhere arcing out of the hole in the young soldier's thigh. My officer applied pressure to  the wound. He put a tight tourniquet on around the boy's crotch. He was a seasoned paratrooper who had seen action in battle after battle, just a short year earlier. He saved the boy's life. Medics came and carried the boy away on a stretcher.
 

One man's freedom of choice kills millions against their will and choice! Make sense?

    The officer gathered us all together and asked if anyone had seen what had happened. Everyone was silent. I was in such shock and denial that I surreptitiously lifted the barrel of my rifle to smell if it had actually been me who had fired the shot. There was definitely the reek of fresh gunpowder, but still I said nothing. We were released to walk the few kilometers back to our camp and when I got there I counted the bullets in my magazine and two were missing. One too many. The realization of what I had done, what I had caused, was no longer deniable. I walked over to my officer and told him the whole story, after I understood that I would never be able to live with myself unless I fully confessed. He was very calm about it and immediately praised my complete and honest disclosure. A short while later I was arrested and taken under custody to jail for a few days, where I was interrogated by the military police. There had been no animosity between me and the victim of my absent minded negligent accident. I was released after a few days, awaiting trial. I felt a total abhorrence for my gun, as if it were to blame.
 

Exercise freedom of choice! Don't pay taxes to have strangers killed.

      After this I did everything I could to be a good, an exemplary soldier, but my military ambitions scattered like so much dust in the wind. I carried the stretcher during forced marches longer than anyone expected of me, more than my turn and I always made sure that I was positioned in front of everyone else during exercises with live fire.
      However I sank into a deep depression. I spent only a month in prison for my crime as I received recommendations and requests for leniency from all my officers and unit members. I was respected and befriended by strangers.
    The soldier I had wounded was released with a permanent pension from the army and became a medical doctor, at the army's expense. I heard that he was finally quite satisfied with the whole turn of events.

Like it or not, Science Knows this to be true.

     My depression was finally alleviated when I fell in love with the first young woman who seemed to believe that there was something special about me, Nurit. We were unhappily married for less than two years and after having a daughter together, we parted ways.

A short while after our divorce, Nurit had a psychotic break, declaring to one and all that I am The Jew's Messiah. To help her, I signed a five year contract to learn Scientology, which helped me a great deal, but not her.
 

     From then on, one thing followed another in a series of events that has left me completely convinced that my life has been planned down to the smallest detail, with nothing at all ever left to chance and certainly with no regard to any idea I ever had about making the right choices, from a politically correct point of view.
_________________
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

29283812363938/11=2662164760358

Jonathan Michael Robbins

= 939=

יונתן מיכאל רבינס

The Messiah's Prayer For Himself 1111

 

Oh, The Wisdom In An Image Well Understood 1111

I don't want to be wise.
I don't want to be famous or appreciated for my wisdom or my way with words.
I don't want the comforts and security of wealth.
I don't want power over people, influence in their minds.
I don't want to be talented or considered creative in any way.
I don't want to be remembered after I die, not even by my children or theirs.
I don't want to be believed, well, not any more. Not any more, for all of the above.
I don't want to fix the world or any one's life. I don't want to find a way to do away with strife.
 

All I want is just what I have now, with which I am more than just content.
To see the world unfold around me and within, with no concept any more of sin.
To be audience and seer to what My Creator God, My Artist does with me and my mind.
If for this I need wisdom, well then let it be. And if for this I must be famous, well bring it on.
If wealth will enable me to hear and see and taste and smell and touch and be touched as never before,

in a kaleidoscopic ever more intense coming together of my senses, synchronized in Gratitude and punctuated with Thanksgiving, well bring it on, My Lord.
If power over people will enable me to appreciate their God Given natures evolve over time, like mine in my own mind, more power to me. But in reality, it's just God's Works that I want to see.
I want to be able to hold ever more signal and minimize the noise,
to grasp all at once and from one moment to the next, an increasing volume of the Cosmos and more intense, more of what by God's Nature must come to be,
an ever improving refined and modified, diversified and inflationary growing version of מי,
containing ever more of God's Creation together at one time
and then from moment to the next, in an epic narrative that embraces all of life,
everywhere it is, here and there and beyond every horizon, in the depths of every sea, all of it I want to see. This is what I yearn to be, what I am and have become, and pray to ever heed His Voice and Hers as One, an ever growing Son, who knows he creates nothing at all, who is not created to create but is created to appreciate, in awe and complex sophisticated and intricate, exquisite and sublime, ineffable astonishment, Divine!

Yes, I am ambitious, because I am having so much fun,
having emerged from the maelstrom after going through the vortex,
now an inverse expansion of my heart
would embrace it all in delight, promulgate the light, for no reason but to see it all as it really ever is.
My God, My Creator is My Joy And My Savior.
There in Only One Creator God and Only One of Me,
and My Creator Let's me Grow Free. His Favorite Tree.
My myriad, my countless seeds are spread in the winds of the coming tempests and storms,
all fertile and unknown, no two the same, variations on unheard themes,
unprecedented and glorious scenes, burst into the lives of foreign peoples
and in their hearts dawns a new dream, completely unforeseen,
that takes the world in complete surprise, to another realm of coalescent pure intent.

So much more than just intelligently designed is my mind. What a work of Art am I.
Can you blame me now for wanting to never die? I just can't lie, I can't even try.
Life is such an adventure designed in suspense, seeds of potential in suspended animation,
await the moment they will sprout. Who can foresee the flower and the fruit? The fragrance and the taste of what has never been before?

 A new blossoming of the old bold faith has become my daily portion,
I keep saying, "Oh Lord, how can I contain this all that you keep giving?"
And My God's Voice is the Earth and the Wind and the Sun and the Air, Waters all around me saying,
"Grow my Son, My Only Little One, You Are The Tree of Life planted by that river,
where the clear pure waters flow in gentle ripples to the sea, where all come to drink and quench their thirst for ever improving change." and then My Parent Father -Mother become One in Love say more with One Intent, "Yours is The Kingdom and The Glory and The Throne, On Your Head The Crown, The Sapphire Stone.

You will tell The Story of Creation from it's Beginning to Transcendent End, Ascend!"
Spiraling up and away, my old life is receding and I am proceeding,
breath taken away, sweetened and returned,
The Bliss, Oh, The Bliss, God's Never Ending Kiss.
Who could have known that God Loves Me Like This?
_________________
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

29283812363938/11=2662164760358

Jonathan Michael Robbins

= 939=

יונתן מיכאל רבינס

Love God? Love Truth More! 1111

  To Love God, one must Love  Truth more,  above any idea one has of God. All we consider God to be is an idea composed from linguistic symbols in our mind, like any and all the other ideas we have in our minds. So the best we can do is love an idea of God we have in our own mind, more than any other idea we have in our mind.

Loving God Looks Like One Is Taking Care of God's Creation

What is Truth? 

Truth is Never Stagnant. Like Life, It Grows, Is Diverse And Spreads Around

Truth is Nothing more and nothing less than symbolic formulas and equations in the mind which represent manifest realities in the mind. All that manifests in the mind is real to the one experiencing the manifestation. What we call "objective truths" are the manifestations most agree upon the nature of. These change over time and in different cultures. Something is no less real for only one person seeing it in their own mind.

The Golden Equation? The Creator Is Our Lord! The Creator Is One!

    Yet God says of himself, "I Will Be What I Will Be!" and that nothing is wondrous beyond God's Creative Will, leading to the conclusion that God is not confined by any ideas we might have about God's Creative Nature, or what God can and will do- or not. We are to love God even when our ideas of God are shattered by realities that shatter our ideas about God. It is This Kind of Love That Has Kept The Children of Israel Alive.
 

Jews Got Their Reputation Because They Love God More Than Life

This in the only way our love of God can be put to the test. 

   Abraham is told to sacrifice the very son who is the manifestation of God's promise to bless the world with Abraham's seed, before Isaac has any seed of his own. What a paradox! Abraham didn't say, "But you promised...." Previously, Abraham argued with God because he believed God was about to be unjust and destroy the righteous with the wicked, in Sodom and Gomorrah. His idea of God was that God is Just according to his very limited and childish ideas of justice. But his FAITH evolved and he reached a level of FAITH wherein he loved God and desired to obey God even when commanded to commit what must have seemed even to him, a horrific and unjust crime.
 

Sacrifice as An Idea Must Come To An End ! 1111

  Our ideas of God begin very childishly.

 The Old Man in The Sky, The Father, The Loving Parent, who wants nothing but good behavior which is rewarded and who punishes bad behavior.
 
    As we mature, we see the wicked flourish and the righteous die miserably. Some lose their faith and say there is no God, instead of integrating the discordant information and overcoming their cognitive dissonance by expanding the context of their contemplation. They begin to deny intelligent design because in their disillusioned eyes, creation is not only not intelligent, it now appears mindlessly violent and cruel. They kill the childish idea they have of God instead of Isaac. Yet all the wondrous evidence of God's Will manifest as Creation, remains. They just begin to ignore it and concentrate only on what justifies their disillusion. 

   Life becomes the Buddhist's illusion nightmare of endless suffering and misery, remedied only by detachment, non involvement and the culturing of ideas that when meditated upon, bring tranquility and bliss. They refuse to acknowledge the singularity of The Creator of Karma with whom one can communicate, and who commands us to tend to the Garden of Life by cultivating engagement and involvement, this by actively participating and improving all human institutions.

One cannot become like God.
 

To Be Like God? Hubris! Can You Create Something From Nothing?

God is The Creator and we are nought but created. This recognition is the essence of humility. The illusion of human creativity, the desire to take credit for what one does and makes and imagines into being, is the essence of Hubris.
 
The Buddhists are right however, that a state of mind is attainable, called Samadhi, wherein one continues to be engaged in improving the word by demonstrating in one's speech and actions, a love for all living things. They recognize that this doesn't happen as a result of human will.
 

Enlightenment Comes To All Who Love Discovering They Have Been Wrong About Everything

 What they don't recognize, is that the world is no illusion with all it's violence and suffering and crime, and suffering and violence and crime are divinely created with the intent to stretch one's mind until it expands and Loves the Art of It All, even while suffering in compassion with the afflicted.

Drama is Art and All Art is Divine.
 
On Good and Evil and Gardening....

 

Without Hatred, Without Condemnation, Without Punishment, One Must Remove That Which Would Abusively Exploit

 First of all, dropping the atom bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki was not evil. The Holocaust was evil in my eyes and God was responsible for that, and it is my hope and faith and belief that I will see in my lifetime how The Holocaust, too, was an act of Divine Gardening.

 That depends on what becomes of Israel.

 The Atom bombs were also an act of Divine Gardening, but also a human act of "gardening" that saved not only many allied lives, but many more Japaneses lives and prevented far greater devastation of property, were the war to have extended the time it would have taken to conquer Japan on the ground. The Nazis considered killing Jews an act of gardening too, let me remind you. But they were killing the trees that gave the best fruit and cultivating "Wandering Aryans", a parasitic plant that hates diversity. That is evil.

As for calling Christians stupid, well, they are. All blind obedience to dogma is stupid, done by any religious believers.

dog·ma
ˈ a principle or set of principles laid down by (a human) authority as incontrovertibly true.

  All so called Divine scriptures, in all religions, were written by humans who presented themselves as authorities on Divine Will.
 

Christianity is Essentially Dogmatic Idolatry

  For me there is no authority whatsoever but God who speaks to me clearly and directly into my mind, mostly wordlessly, telling me what to do and how to obey Divine Will. Right now, in this instant, I am speaking to you wordlessly too. It is your voice in your mind that gives my words significance according to your values and unconscious agendas. Figure that out.
 
I am not stupid. I am the wisest man alive and would put Solomon to shame.

I am The Soul of King David, come again Corrected, as David's Son, The Messiah 1111  !

_______________
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

29283812363938/11=2662164760358

Jonathan Michael Robbins

= 939=

יונתן מיכאל רבינס

11:11 Do you see it, too? More and more do!

A person is occupied, engaged in some kind of mental activity and for whatever reason, a digital clock comes into their field of vision and it's 11:11. Of course that is a big, So What?

The phenomenon begins when the impulse to look at the clock at 11:11 seems prompted because it happens more frequently than in the past and one begins to recognize an emerging pattern. 11:11 begins to stand out from the gestalt of our everyday lives because we have no explanation for the emerging pattern of OUR being prompted within to look at something "outside" our mind, a symbol that represents a moment in time that happens twice a day. 

The prompting mechanism that seems to be able to control our attention and directs us to look at a clock or any other emerging pattern is the mystery. It intimates that something can move us from within our minds that isn't our own will and that something, whatever it may be, is aware of what goes on outside us, too, more than we are AT LEAST as regards the passage of time.

To some degree at least, whatever this agent of control is, it is acting inside the confines of what should be our own sacred and private space, our minds. Something not under our control is controlling our attention and directing it outward into the environment, in a matter that seems synchronized, coordinating our inner world with the world around us, that surrounds us, the world that is full of unexpected events happening one after another. Very often violent events, dangerous events.

This is why people think of angels and a wake up call.

They assign the phenomenon benevolent "cosmic" intent and recognize that the outer world and the inner world are synchronized and coordinated by whatever is their idea of the Divine. Once they do this, synchronicity increases and the number 11 itself and not as a symbol of time, becomes prominent in their experiences. To those to whom this happens, the question awakens, to what degree am I a free agent and to what degree am I under the control of The Divine.

As long as one remains in a state of mind of "maybe" the phenomenon means something spiritual and maybe it doesn't, one's spiritual life freezes in doubt. The implications are so far reaching either way, it becomes the most important decision one who has the phenomenon will ever make. To deny the spirituality of the phenomenon is to deny the spirit that connects us all.

I am sure there are people who absolutely refuse to accept the idea that they are not the only one in their own heads, for obvious reasons. They consider their own thoughts and feelings to be vulnerabilities if exposed. So they deny the spirituality of the phenomenon and adopt some brain chemical - psychological - pseudo-scientific explanation, while at the same time invalidating it has any spiritual, religious or divine significance. Some go so far as to mock religion and spirituality and the concept of there being angels and a god, altogether. There have been many like that, that I have encountered at 11-11.tv and other places.

Some simply freeze in bewilderment, somewhat tormented by increasingly intense synchronicity that doesn't seem to mean anything at all except that they are somehow seen from within and their thoughts are orchestrated unfathomably with what is going on around them. Why? Is there a reason? Is it simply an anomalous manifestation with no plausible explanation, like crop circles? Is it aliens?

Is it really happening or have I become a dopamine junkie who imagines emerging patterns where there are none, like a schizophrenic? Am I losing my mind? Do I really have any control at all?

I imagine these questions have been in all of our minds, at some time, to some degree.
 

If you aren't aware of the phenomenon or intense synchronicity, just put 11:11 into a search engine and see what happens. Thousands of businesses are being opened by people who believe the phenomenon means their wishes are coming true. Movies have been made about it and many books have been written. There are many YouTube videos explaining it in different ways. I don't endorse any of them in particular as I have my own explanation for the phenomenon.  Here is just one video. I chose it because I like her face.

_________________
September 29th, 2017

A Catastrophic Tragedy. Maybe Not!

29283812363938/11=2662164760358

Jonathan Michael Robbins

= 939=