The pitiful hijacking of the shameful #blacklivesmatter tribalism, by a human seeking entrance to Stanford (Is University where we learn to be sophisticated and understand culture?), was accomplished by the mere copy/paste action of the text “#blacklivesmatter”. Counter to this culture of others loathing and asking for the damnation of as-you-do-to-others-will-be-done-to-you upon you and yours, is the celebration of humanness through the art of hand drawn script. The sleight of hand, thought control programming of the masses is done with the intent to divide humanity. Conduct your own push back resistance by penning words with the power of eternal weight, able to shift paradigms and the course of history, and ultimately save a life from meaningless misery, selfish servitude, and eternal isolation. Recognize we live in the greatest science-faction story ever imagined, with a forthtold future of unimaginable frontiers.
Isa 64:4 For since the beginning of the world men have not heard, nor perceived by the ear, neither hath the eye seen, O God, beside thee, what he hath prepared for him that waiteth for him.
1Co 2:9 But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.
Script As Art | # Human Lives Matter
As we course through the events of history witnessed by humanity, never must we forget, the same blood runs beneath the thinly veiled flesh we call skin. More alike than unlike, more human than not. When we are focused on the color of skin rather than on those who point out the color of skin, as a means of dividing humanity, we like sheep are as those herded off the cliff of gullibility. Narrow is the exit to sanity in a world gone mad, willfully stumbling, dumb unto death, the foolish stampede along the broad path of insanity. Of necessity we must require that the foolish not lead forever the path of history. But, as the stampede is a momentary chaos and loss of thinking with clarity. Let us remember the civility that separated history, that recognized humans as equals, endowed with rights, watched by a Creator yearning to see his offspring reach their full potential. Speak to truth, speak to love, speak humanity. Cultivate friendship toward your fellow man, regardless of pigment, regardless of tribe, regardless of paradigm. Celebrate the free flow of ideas in the marketplace of the thinking. Encouraging one another that we might attain that place of in history, the ideal of living in peace, tribe alongside tribe, culture to culture, city to city, country to country, honoring our differences and commonalities unique to humanity. Humans lives matter.
Joh 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
Mat 24:22 And except those [last] days [of the annihilation by machines] should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved: but for the elect’s sake those days shall be shortened.
They. Who are they? They. They are the Builders, the Banksters, the Social Engineers, “the great man of the earth“. They, those who weaponize language, weaponize migration, weaponize humanity. They who watch, test, confuse, divide. They are the enemy of humanity. GRIN’n with glee as the humankind are fast tracked for the waste bin of uselessness in the age of we-can-do-it-better-faster-cheaper-and-we’re-smarter-too reality of spiritual possessed machines.
Rev 18:23 And the light of a candle shall shine no more at all in thee; and the voice of the bridegroom and of the bride shall be heard no more at all in thee: for thy merchants were the great men of the earth; for by thy sorceries were all nations deceived.
As 2019 approaches. 2020 is on the horizon. Long ago, the message was sent out, preached and published, now lost on the befuddled masses. “Give me your poor, tired, destitute”, ebbed and flowed. Time washed away the sorrow, yesteryear became tomorrowland, and the learning of helplessness crept in, as the age of autonomy flooded destitution, tiresomeness, and the poor flourished, floundering in the filthy naked cesspool of servitude loving dispensed from the affluenized pop culture of self. Fed by the craven nature of staring into the abysmal black mirrors, that see not, hear not, know not, and enslave all. Lovingly escorting the poor, blind, and naked to despair, isolation, everlasting darkness.
Pro 29:18 Where there is no vision, the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he.
Without REVELATION, there will be no revolution.
The At Of Man, Script Of The Hand |
Whether chicken-scratched or skilled calligraphically inscribed. Each possess the uniqueness of a one of a kind print. Though not necessarily appreciated by the hand writer, the art is beholden by another. This is another SCREAM with the intent to showcase humanness in the age machines. The novelty of robot this and robot that has captivated the attention humanity, threatening extinction of human produced material, tedious handwriting is on the fast track to yesteryear memorabilia collectibles as it yields to automation of voice driven dictation.
Mat 24:12 And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold.
Many is not all. It’s not us. It’s not you. Let us then, not “grow weary in doing good.” Let us wield the pen as servant-warriors, shifting the course of history with the kindness of a simple thank you hand written letter to your fellow man. Harnessing the butterfly-effect of a well placed note that encourages another to press on and “fight the good fight.” As our ancestors writ carried the message forward, so too, our hand has the power to complete the mission of forthtelling to the future, the necessity of man maintaining his form and function as mandated by the Maker, in whose image we are made.
H@ppy Hum@n, Thou @rt Not Robot