God's in Your Box!

posted January 11, 2007 - 5:42pm

God's in Your Box!

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

4:55 PM - Truth of God
Current mood: angry
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

I watched a lot of TV last night--"Isn't that the same as every other night?" some may ask. Not really; it's more 'what I do while I'm eating.'

Anyway, a couple of things inspired 'prophecy' last night: Robert Tilton (on the late-night "BET Inspiration") and World Wrestling Entertainment.

I mention Tilton first because, not only did he inspire the letter below, I also (in searching for a way to contact him online [unaware that his Success-N-Life program was actually a recording from the 80's]) saw that his business (like the WWE) also mirrored the work of God.

But I'll explain 'the work of God' below the letter Mr. Tilton's recording inspired me to write. See, the beginning of Mr. Tilton's message, "You deserve (more, better, etc, etc.) ..." got me thinking, 'Maybe I do! You know, I should be the one telling that to people!

'Why aren't I? Because the stupid Justice-system needs me to stay shut-up until they finish giving me the reparations. The deal with that is that they don't want to see that I get repaid. I need to go to the capitol building and motivate the Justice-system.'

Knowing that I'd soon forget what I wanted to say to 'them,' I took out a sheet of paper and wrote, "I Need to Know How to Motivate Justice," on one side (the only side I would let anyone see before getting to the person who could tell me that and start to do it).

Then, on the back of that page, I wrote of my circumstances (reprinting here because they include forced laziness):

I was golden ... i.e. my whole live was planned-out. When I was killed and revived (death from the neglect of they who could control the traffic, the carelessness of the man who drove into me and the carelessness of the entity that licensed him), I lost more than the talents with which I planned to hit the big money; I lost my childhood---MY CHILDHOOD ... not just memories of it, but the ACTUAL EXPERIENCE.

I CAN'T SUPPORT MYSELF because--although my body is 25-years mature--my brain is only 11-years mature ... i.e. I can't be expected to "behave" any 'better' than an 11-year-old would (if he instantly gained 14 additional-years' growth).

That wouldn't be a problem for me if I were to receive payment for the life stolen from me.

The life stolen from me--the potential--is worth money. When determining how much, consider this: "money" is only potential credit. You give me all your money, and you'll be able to make more: you have the potential and have shown it. That's what was stolen from me.

... I'm not exactly-sure what I was intending to do there---maybe make everyone in hearing-range suicidally-depressed if I didn't get repayment for my stolen-life.

I guess it shows a failing of the Justice-system: apparently their job is to eliminate the publicly visible fuck-up's, not to restore to the rightful owners the status out of which they were fucked.

When justice prevails, all up-fucking takes place in private and is consentual (or is eliminated before anything non-consentual takes place). The current situation is difficult for me, but nothing's fucked-up; so, as long as I can scrape together enough money for food and rent, the Justice-system doesn't want to give me anything!

Thus you can see the most-powerful force there is---not the force which causes government to act, so much as the force which causes me to act: Need

Naturally, that brings up Worldwide Wrestling Entertainment. Perhaps you've rehd me describing "the WWE" (all their events, shows, etc.) as a metaphor for the border-battle between Heaven and Hell.

Recent happenings there verified that metaphor's use. (NOTE: spoiler)

Mr. McMahon, wanting to re-solidify the power of his position (the power that put him above all his 'employees' there), arranged for "King of the Ring" Triple-H to join the "Kiss My Ass"-club, at which time Mr. McMahon would force Triple-H to kiss his ass.

(Like if God demanded thanks.)

The method by which Mr. McMahon hoped to accomplish this failed, and Triple-H kicked it rather than kissing anything.

(Like God's servant's would do if he demanded
too much.)

In his administrative rage, Mr. McMahon then scheduled a gauntlet-match for Triple-H: Triple-H vs. The Spirit Squad. Triple-H was to stand in the ring, without referee, fighting as many of the Squad members as Mr. McMahon (aiming to dismember Triple-H) sikked on him.

(Similar to God's Rage against those who deny His
jealous demands.)

Mr. McMahon sent the first four members in, and they had beaten Triple-H down to a managable weakness when he called for the final member to join them. However, this fifth member--instead of running out to join in--was thrown out by Shawn Michaels, who proceeded to join Triple-H in battering the first four male-cheerleaders into remission.

That shows the true 'God:' he/she who fills the
Need.

sam