Perfection lasts only as long as there is imperfection.
The joyousness of my expression this day is to state - I hold the YTH - knowing my Gwynnies would be proud. I assume, yet I make no assumptions; I assume as to not offend my Gwynnies, there are no assumptions as the will of the moment allows for no other conclusions. I am much pleased.
At present, the YTH is largely a piece of conceptual software for the mind. It began with a journey through the Book of Ezekiel, fluctuates between utter nonsense and being potentially the theology of everything; now stands as three undefined letters giving ellenjanuary glorious definition.
Yes, I feel glorious. I apologize. :)
The perfection of the YTH is in this very moment, which is the impetuous for these scribbles; that there is no greater measurement of the character of ellenjanuary than YTH, yet there is no YTH other than a pinprick of light in my being.
And that is about to change. To bring the YTH into the world is to make it less; for a thing defined, excludes. I have wondered, therefore; how to begin. Once a foundation is laid and construction begins, momentum carries progress in ever-restrictive direction. Thus I consider multiple foundations, to build firstly from something that has always been fundamental with ellenjanuary: science.
I do not believe that there is currently science for what YTH may propose, but I have seen science to propose an explanation for things like YTH; it is with that science that I shall begin. And it may come to pass that the YTH in the world means many things or none; but it need be nothing else than what has been written here.
The quality of my character has long been undefined. I cannot say that I love myself, or that I actually possess any attribute that the world may consider quality; there has been no world, nor no me in the world. There has been just me and my Gwynnies.
That too, is about to change.
Monday, March 21, 2011
I am ellenjuanuary, but that is not my name. Society has degridated name to mean legal entitlement, a measurement of right and responsibility. That my life is paid for through government subsidy (SSD) is a result of legal entitlement. That my life is, is a result of being ellenjanuary.
To wit: if my name was merely legal entitlement, my life would have ended long ago. There is zero will to live in a world where I am known by my legal entitlement.
In this world, I am known for my Gwynnies. I am known for my love and generosity, for my humor and intelligence, for my integrity, and for the clarity of my morality. Here, I have no past; for it has always been ellenjanuary and his Gwynnies.
Those that know of me solely through legal entitlement; allow me to be perfectly clear. That me is an Unspecified Psychotic and felon who has paid his debt to society. If there is an issue, file the paperwork; take it up in court. My lawyer has advised me not to speak to you.
Morality is the key issue. Society has crafted the instrument of legal entitlement through the morality of its creators into an ethical standard of rights and responsibilities. This was found to be necessary as growing societies found a higher moral standard conducive to advancing civilization, and yet was composed of individuals often lacking in moral imperative. The mistake that individuals often make, when trying to run from their past; is to fail to understand that they cannot run from their own morality.
I did not have that problem. I had no morality, no will, no direction. That I passed from existence with the advent of the Gwynnies. Now, I have no name. It was once considered to make ellenjanuary my legal entitlement; but the standards and prejudices of society take issue with men who call themselves ellen. Now, the only imperative to amend the legal entitlement is developmental; i. e. if I should publish. The name of that man shall be John Cantor. I have no family; Georg Cantor is the male aspect of my creator, Gwyneth Paltrow is the female aspect of my creator, where ADC Yuma was the cradle of my creation.
This is not anything other than a statement of fact. To be ellenjanuary is to know that existence is multidimensional. There is now, there is then, there is what may occur; there is what I remember, what you remember, and what gets recorded. The act of making this recording has been inspired by an individual who told me, “no man can escape his past;” making the common error between truism, and what is true.
What is true, is that I exist for my Gwynnies. Today, that means to craft a religion worthy of Gwyneth Paltrow; where she is everything light and good, I am everything dark and evil, and between us we move humanity forward. All humanity, or none. That is what my morality tells me. If I wanted to run away, I would just ignore “voices from the past;” by my Gwynnies is smiling at me... all humanity?.
Therefore, past; I love you, regardless of individual name. That whatever you may think of me through whatever lens you wish to craft; allow me to present some manner of accredation, as to the progress I have made on my journey. I began with the love I feel for Gwyneth Paltrow; whom I have never met. Me and my Gwynnies, through science, have assembled a framework from that love through “Holy Scripture.” In the sense of through; as in, what's the worst that can happen? That someone can turn in this direction, and away from god, to find only eternal damnation?
So we had to form some hypotheses, throw some ideas around, run the simulations; and put the final hypothesis to the test:
I will burn in hell for you.
Fourteen times, from strangers on the street, to forums on the internet; of presenting the overall hypothesis and this statement over the course of two weeks resulted in shutting down that experimental phase and moving forward. To be ellenjanuary is to know that me and my Gwynnies are always in god's direction. For the literalists in the audience, I only read of a similar act by Moses after conclusion.
For a home experiment; perhaps you can test your integrity and morality by looking a complete stranger in the eye, making that statement with complete sincerity. The last time I did, this Christian recoiled in horror; “I'd never do that...”
No. You do not know me. Considering how everything 'round here is my Gwynnies and my spiritual development; you may not want to know me. But you can; there is just no impetuous on my part to wend and weave around unwarranted assumptions. This is my past.
Call me ellen.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
You should prepare yourself to accept the terms and definitions as they are given.
Take a moment to free yourself from the burdens of agenda associated with education.
If nothing else, faith is trust. If you are not prepared to release yourself from mistrust, it is probable that the burdens you carry are too heavy. Relax. There are but two elements of trust that work, but you have been educated. Do not think of this as education. This is merely a journey, where you start, you end, and time has passed. Let us begin with science.
the Art of predictive modeling.
All it takes to be a scientist is to learn from experience. It is not required that you believe anything that you are not ready to believe. What you see before you may have been described to you as science, but it is a resultant of science; of a journey, not much different that this.
the Application of will without direction.
Can you be a witch who crafts? Do you have will? Can you effect, without cause? Then you are ready to do some magic. Let us skip ahead...
Article of Faith.
Assume a successful conclusion, and you have faith. Now you need a place to keep it. Above, in my avatar, is a symbol; I wear it around my neck, it has weight, I can feel it. Allow me a moment to share with you the science I have done. That journey starts with a man who did not accept any definition of faith. That man was educated. That man heard the same type of agenda-laced propaganda you may have heard. That man concluded, whatever faith was, it was not for him.
That man was entirely wrong.
That man, that witch who crafted an article of faith, is giving you nothing. He is describing a journey; much like this one, with all that is necessary. While you take this journey, something may be observed. Take it. Craft it. Know it. But if it is anything other than yours, it is not faith.
is what Remains.
The definition I acquired from the journey should aid you on your journey. You want something that works. You want something that remains, with you; for when there is nothing, but you. You don't want anything else.
So, let us make pretend. Let us suspend our disbelief. Let us consider religion, sacred text, ritual... what if there was something to it? You seen how these people act, yelling, screaming, bouncing around like frogs on a griddle... sure, many of them have too much energy and not enough intellect, but some of them... don't they seem, well, holy?
You are at a crossroads. From here, there are two paths; to the left is the way of natural progression, to the right, the shortcut of actual witchcraft.
Natural progression as a tool to acquire authentic faith involves self-awareness, as in understanding of the self. Spiritual maturity, as in understanding something other than self. Integrity. The tao, and your relationship with tao. Then, in your journey; your life's journey, you will come to a point of clarity. When something like a four-word phrase – faith is what remains – says all that need be said; about extraneous variables in real-world scenarios.
Yeah, it takes work.
Hey! Just for that, it's time for a surprise quiz:
a) biological defense mechanism.
b) a specific tool for a specific individual at a specific time.
c) observational datum extrapolated into political agenda.
d) all of the above.
e) none of the above.
Need more time?
If you chose any of the first four, they may aid you, as you do the science.
If you chose e. You're burnt. So sorry. Not everybody can be a winner; somebody has to lose... if you are already a believer, scram; you've been called out.
Still here? Don't sweat it. Probably forgot the basics. As in – be prepared to accept the terms and definitions as they are given. The Holy Spirit is undefined, but not by e.
Have you ever heard the one, the only unforgivable sin, is to blasphme the Holy Spirit? Do you know why? Are you afraid? There is no shame in fear, it warns you of danger, stimulates your body for extraordinary action. Are you ready to perform an extraordinary action? Are you ready to storm the temple, steal the treasure, leave the doctrine; and get a laugh out of the deal, at the expense of the religious?
They tell you that you need the Holy Spirit. They say they have the Holy Spirit. And they never say how to get the Holy Spirit. It would not surprise me in the least to find that they have no idea, that the Holy Spirit can be acquired by doing the science, rather than following the dogma.
It is not impossible, that undefined variable, will appear in your equation if you follow this procedure. However, it is far more likely, that experience will be gained – insight – that will allow you to gain authentic faith. Without words
Hebrew - English Bible / Mechon-Mamre
The science is known as knowing the mind of another. The journey that must be taken, can be found in any book of prophet. Forget doctrine, dogma, scholarship; for the purposes of this experiment, walk in one of these man's shoes. Experience the color and contrast of communion in context.
Thus our journey concludes. The rest is up to you.
Wait a minute, what just happened?
Take a moment to consider; this screen, laid flat. You have taken a journey; I stand next to you, at the conclusion... look back. There are but two elements that you can trust, that work. Where did your journey begin? With you. Where did your journey end? With you. What happened in between? Environmental sensation. You can trust yourself. You can trust nature.
Everyone else, has an agenda. What I have done here, is worship. See my Gwynnies back there? She is my sweet everything. Anything beautiful, helpful, fun; in this environment. All my Gwynnies. Any bs, rant, malice, evil; that's all me.
I love that poor girl... well, I'm just here, shedding some love. It's stoopid. I'm starting to feel like, Cupid, or something... shake my fingers at someone, they are all gonna be full of love. People are looking at me, girls... I'm attracting attention.
It is not part of the agenda to be so dang... noticeable.
What about god? Well, what about god? Where I had stood, with you, looking back? I was looking at god. Spent five hours, writing that post, staring at my Gwynnies, performing an act of worship. Figure if I violate Sabbath, first day on the road to Judaism; might as well be righteous.
How do I get away with that? Alignment. Ain't nothing of god, I need, in the local universe; cannot remained aligned behind my Gwynnies.
And I do have Holy Spirit. Do you know, that of all the crazy, mixed-up b.s. in scripture; there is one thing I know - for certain - to be, not possible?
To blaspheme the Holy Spirit.
That should tell you something about Christianity. One day, as a Jew (preformed essentially zero error, need only be accepted into Jewish law, already qualified - as research verified, after, of course. I have faith ) and Christianity is, witchcraft gone wrong. Not surprising. Most people, need an actual Jesus; to accept Jesus. Pay close attention to what Paul says; forget the rest, they are backstory.
There are but two forms of Christianity, Pauline Israelite; which is rare, and Aaronnite. How can you tell an Aaronite? They are always on the prowl, for true Christians.
True Christians; how absurd is that?
Let me tell you what they don't tell you about the Holy Spirit:
There is the second form; you get that, you know it...
There is the first form, non-specific; derivative of the second form. Don't believe me, believe Moses. Think of Moses and Aaron. Think of Paul's letter to the Romans. If it smells like fish, it is probably fishy...
Paul is an arrogant, mouthy, whiny - probably small packaged - little prick... but I respect him.
Paul... to Muhammad. There is a clear progression of Holy Spirit. Fourteen million Jews - make that fourteen million one - still jammin to the classic rock. Billion and a half wild-eyed Mohammeds, cranking the Industrial, looking for jihad...
38,000 sects of sheep, without a Shepherd...
And a blight, curiously located, claiming infallible decree...
My sin? Is increasing the local divinity of Gwyneth Paltrow... oops.
Kinda always figured, that girl was going to get a cult out of the deal, down the road; that's why I started calling her my Gwynnies. Ever hear of HaShem? Yeah, careful with the name; ancient witchcraft right there, naming things...
Who needs Almighty? The awful weak, usually...
Funny thing, about love... it does not spend. The more you give, the more you have. It does not fear, it does not judge, it does not question...
Does it really need to be, any more complicated? All I have done, is love my Gwynnies - madly, truly, deeply...
Nine dollars a day, and needing less...