N.Z. time

Saturday, July 30, 2005

8:09 a.m.

 

Well it’s Saturday morning in New Zealand. Not a cloud in the sky, not a breath of wind. Looks like it’s gonna be a beautiful cool but sunny winter’s day.

 

I’ve had several Emails asking, how did our house get blown up?

 

Back in 1939 we had little gas heaters that would connect to the gas jet valves that were located in most all the rooms of the house. Usually when someone turned off the heater, they would shut it off using the wall valve. But there was also a shut off valve on the heater itself, and this particular time one of my aunties had turned off the heater using the stove valve. Since we only had one heater in the house it kept getting moved from room to room. So when this time it was moved, the wall valve was left wide open. The stove had been moved from the bathroom to the living room. The bathroom opened onto the back porch. So the gas filled up the bathroom and the back laundry room. The hot water heater was located in the laundry room, so, when the lighter than air gas, after filling both rooms, got down to the pilot light in the hot water heater,………… we had ignition, and “KABLAMO” the whole house was blown to smithereens. Wel,l it was still standing, but the roof had been lifted up and out, all the windows were blown out, some of the doors had been blown off their hinges. And the miracle of miracles was nobody got hurt.

 

My mom was in the living room, lying on the couch in her pyjamas, reading the Sunday funnies. My aunt Dolly and aunt Dorothy were in the kitchen doing kitchen stuff, and my grandmother and great grandmother were at the dining room table having breakfast. My great grandmother had her back toward the bedroom door and my grandmother was sitting with her back toward the kitchen door.  She saw the whole thing blow up. My great grandmother had hair almost down to her knees; she always wore it rolled up in a big round bun right on the back of her head. My grandmother said she saw the bedroom door blown right off of its hinges, bounce off of Great’s big round hair bun, slamming her face down into her oatmeal as it flew right out through the dining room bay window. She saw my mom, the couch, funny papers and all, disappear through the living room windows. By the time Dolly and Dorothy come running out of the kitchen, it was all over.

 

Oh the laundry and the bathroom were on fire, but after finding everyone alive and unhurt, the fact that the house was on fire was really no big deal. By the time I got back from the park, the fire trucks and firemen were all over the street, I don’t even know if the ladies knew I’d been gone, which was OK with me, ‘cause I wasn’t supposed to go to the park alone. Yeah……… saved by the house blowing up. And people say there is no God.

 

That’s it for now 

 

I’ll be back …… (Maybe)

 

BMcG

Friday, 29th July, 2005

9:47 a.m.  (NZ time)

 

Hi everybody,

 

This posting is a deviation from my normal bio blog.  But I received this email from Tom Bartlett asking a question that I hear asked time and time again.  So, I thought I would take this time to answer his question from my perspective.  I have deleted his email address so he wouldn’t be bothered with dozens of emails. 

 

—–Original Message—–

From: Tom Bartlett

Sent: Jul 24, 2005 4:20 PM

Subject: Re: You’re Music

 

Hey, sometime if you’re up late and want to ramble, here’s one for you…..

 

Can you help me to understand why such carnage exists in the world today? 

At times I can’t imagine a supreme being would permit the cruelty we humans unleash on each other.  And over the ages, so much of that carnage has been wrought in God’s name…..  Makes it seem that if there is a “God”, he’s not doing much to save the starving masses in Africa…  One sees it in the faces of the dying children.

 

And how come all these hypocritical religious leaders get away with such immoral behavior in God’s name?  You’d think God would have struck down all those child-molesting priests for the unforgivable sins they committed….  and Animals, whom we claim to be without spirits, are almost never as cruel as we humans are to each other.

 

Blog away Barry, I’ll watch for your words of wisdom….  I too love the

blah blah blah…..  Tom

 

Hi Tom,

 

Why does God permit the hideous carnage that has been unleashed on the world?

 

Well, here’s my take on it.  And please realize it’s just my opinion, I’m not a teacher or a preacher, this is all what I call my airplane theology, and your opinion is certainly as valid as mine.

 

There appears to be a wide-spread misconception that would have us believe God is up there somewhere, high above the stars, sitting on His great white throne, just looking down on us as we struggle our way through the carnage of life. This misconception would have us believe He’s totally disconnected from us; just sitting there, judging our loyalty to Him as He tests us to the full limit of our endurances.   

 

But scriptures tell another story “Luke 17:21…the Kingdom of God is within you” so it appears God actually lives within us, each and every one, knocking on the door of our heart, but there’s only one handle on that door and it’s on the inside of the private room where the TRUE US lives, (not in our heads, but in our hearts.)

 

When Adam and Eve first disobeyed God and ate the fruit from the knowledge of good and evil tree, they inadvertently loosed a deadly evil into this world.

 

The only way I know of, that anyone can gain knowledge, I mean real meaningful life changing knowledge, is to experience it in our personal lives. We can tell a child not to touch a hot stove because it will burn them. If the child has never before touched anything hot, they won’t even know what the word HOT means. So the child will touch the stove.

 

Now first of all, the hot stove is not evil, it’s just hot. And if a child touches a hot stove, that child will be punished. Not because the stove is mad at them, not because it’s taking revenge against them for their disobeying their instructor. The pain the child experiences, if it should touch the stove, will just be the natural results of flesh coming into contact with hot steel. Barbequed and blistered fingers! Now that’s knowledge gained through experience. 

 

God tried to protect us and our ancient ancestors from the pain. He knew what we would experience if we were to violate the natural laws of reality. But being God, I believe He knew sooner or later we would in fact touch the stove, by eating the fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, and that’s just what we did. Only this stove didn’t just burn us, it released an evil that if left unchecked, would eventually kill every living creature.

 

I believe that first act of disobedience was the exact moment the human mind became sentient, became aware of its own presence, thinking itself to be separate, cut off and alone in the universe. (But that’s a whole other line of thought to explore in some other moment.)

 

 In my Sci-Fi brain I can only imagine how our creator, after witnessing that first act of disobedience, instructed this holographic universe, a universe that He himself spoke into existence, and continues to hold in place by the power of His Love, I can only imagine Him saying OK, they’ve chosen to gain the knowledge of good and evil…. Loose the good and evil program. And so the insanity began. “Good and Evil 101.”    

 

To gain the knowledge of anything, we have to experience its reality. We can read a recipe or a menu but we won’t gain any nutrition out of either one, we have to eat the real food.  We can read a map or a travel brochure but we’ll never find out what Rome is like or London, or Singapore unless we go there in person, walk the streets, eat the food, breathe the air, and live with the people. Then after 50 or 60 years we’ll learn to speak their language, we’ll know their history, their traditions, and we might even just discover the spirit of their culture.

 

The only way I can see for us human beings to gain the knowledge of good and evil is for God to allow evil to run its full course.  One of the things that people don’t seem to realize is that the more you love, the more you hurt when someone you love is injured. There’s no-one that loves us more than our Father, Creator.

 

A young woman, having been brutally raped as a young teenager, asked a friend of mine, “Where was God when I was being raped?”  And my friend, who was dying of cancer, thought for a moment and then replied, “He was being raped too.” You see, God lives in each of us.  Scripture tells us that what we do unto the least of these, we do unto Him.  I’ve always thought that to mea, when we give someone a meal or clothing or shelter, but it also means whatever evil we perpetrate against anyone, we are in fact perpetrating it against Him.

 

So, He endures the pain of all mankind.  For that’s the only way we can ever gain the knowledge of good and evil.

 

Several years ago, my son Brennon and I were sitting at the breakfast

bar in our kitchen.  My wife was making pasta and had a large kettle of water coming up to boil on the stove.  My son asked me, “Dad, will we ever sin in heaven?” I said, “No, son, we will never sin in heaven.” He said, “But what if we do?”  I said, “We won’t.”  He said, “Well, we could couldn’t we?”  I said, “Yeah, we’ll always have the freedom of choice, but no-one will ever choose to sin in heaven.” He said, “How can you say that?  I mean someone just might decide during some distant period of eternal existence to sin.”  I then asked him, if he could take that kettle of scalding, boiling water and pour it over the top of his head?”  He shuddered, and said, “Oh dad, I would never do that!”  I said, “I didn’t ask if you WOULD do it, I asked COULD you do it?  Could you take two hot pan holders and go over there right now, and pick up that kettle of scalding hot water, and dump it over the top of your head?” He thought about it for a few seconds and replied, “yeah, I suppose I could, but dad I would never do that.”  And I then told him, “That’s why we’ll never sin in heaven Brennon, we could, but we never will because we will have learned our lesson in the practical reality of life, we will have experienced the horror and carnage of what sin does and we will never ever choose to sin again.”

 

So, God endures it all so we can learn what sin does. We only experience our personal pain and suffering. But God feels the combined pain of every human being who has ever lived. Suffering it all, from the fall of Adam and Eve, to the great white throne judgment, every atrocity, every tortured gasping breath, every starving child, every raped and murdered man or woman.  He endures the agony of all mankind because that’s the price of our tuition. And because He loves us so much, Jesus, who is one with the father, was willing to pay that price, so through Him, we might be able graduate with a PHD in “Good and Evil 101″.

 

That’s why I believe God allows evil to happen. We have to look at the big Picture, the whole human drama, the full history of mankind in its entirety, from the first act of disobedience to the final moment of judgment. So at last, when it is finally finished, we will never ever, never, never ever…. To infinity and beyond, sin again.

 

Our duty is to allow Christ to live through us, fully awake in the present moment that we find ourselves experiencing, whatever that experience might be.  I was just recently talking with some friends about Jesus and how He said, “I am the way, the truth and the life.” I was told that a more proper translation of the word “truth” from the original language could have been the word “reality”.  A lady sitting at the table asked, “what’s wrong with the word “truth.”  I said, “well “truth” is kind of philosophical isn’t it, you can almost bend anything you like into something that might seem like the truth to you, but it would not necessarily be true to some one else. But reality is real; it’s just the way things are. You can’t really say what “is”, isn’t, because it just IS what it is. I think of it as the “Isness of Being”. I don’t know why, but I just love that, to me reality is “The Isness of God.”  

 

So He is the way, the truth/reality and the life. The reality we experience each moment I believe is in fact the voice of God, continuing on from those first four words, “Let there be light”. Words are a form of communication, and within each moment of reality, I can hear God’s voice speaking. God’s voice, revealing His curriculum, His tailor-made lesson plan, woven into the moments of my life to deliver me from the lying fantasies of my mind, to wake me up to the truth that I live and breathe and have my being in Him. He lives in me, and I live in Him. Nothing can touch me without His permission. When Jesus stood before Pilate, and Pilate said to him, “don’t you realize I have power either to free you or crucify you.” Jesus replied, “You would have no power over me if it were not given to you from above.”

 

Once we surrender to Christ, and place our fate totally and eternally in the hands of our heavenly Father, Satan no longer has any power over us, he can’t touch us in any way unless God allows him to. And if our Father allows Satan to hit us with darts and arrows, then He’s only using Satan as part of the lesson plan to show us there still remains within us some impurity, some remnant of the old man that needs to be crucified, needs to be placed on the altar, and surrendered to Jesus. 

 

Once we’ve surrendered to whatever situation we find ourselves in, and allow Christ to live through us into that moment, we have truly found the peace that passes all understanding. In this world we WILL have tribulation, but God is not “testing us”, He has allowed a situation to evolve around us, so we might learn that we can trust Him. When we surrender to God in that moment of tribulation, we enter into the Sabbath rest spoken of in the 3^rd chapter of Hebrews. We become one with a love that has no opposite. Loving trust and Surrender is the great weapon that Jesus used to once and for all defeat Satan, and now He has made that weapon available to us. Trust and obey for there’s no other way, to be happy in “the way the truth and the life” than to trust and obey.

 

There’s a ton more I could say about this subject but I don’t type and I can’t spell very good so my wife, Mari types all these words out as I speak them and it’s 11.10 p.m., her fingers are falling off, so I must say “Goodnight.”

 

In closing, I would like to encourage you to purchase a little book that has changed our lives. It’s titled, “The Sacrament of the Present Moment” by Jean-Pierre de Caussade.  Go to a bookstore, any bookstore, buy it, read it and let me know what you discover get back to me.

 

Thanks for your wonderful email. 

 

Barry

 

P.S.  Do I have your permission to put your email on my blog page along with my reply?

 

Tom said yes. I have his permission.

 

So, that’s it for this posting.  I’ll get back to the on-going saga of my journey next time.

 

I’ll be back……(maybe)

 

BMcG

N.Z. time

Wednesday, July 27^th, 2005

7:56 a.m.

  

After returning from Arizona, it was just before my mom and my aunties blew up the big white house, I remember playing out in the backyard one day.  I had some little toy cars and trucks and I was playing over by the side of the fence.  Next door was a little girl about my own age and she was playing with her dollies just on the other side of the wire fence that separated our backyards.  I watched her for a while and then asked if I could play with one of her dolls, she said, “No!”  Well, all the ladies in my house used such dock worker, truck driver, locker room language, and one of their favourite expressions when something wasn’t going their way was, “well, just piss on the son of a bitch”.  In my 5 year old brain I thought that was the acceptable course of action, so I stood up, unbuttoned my trousers and peed right through the fence all over the little girl. Needless to say it did not meet with the little girl’s approval. She jumped up and went screaming and crying into her house.  Thinking I had responded appropriately, I just kept on playing with my cars and trucks.  It wasn’t long before my mom, my grandmother and a couple of my aunties came out the back door demanding my immediate presence in the living room. They chewed me up one side and down the other.  How could I do such a horrible thing to that beautiful little girl?

 

I tried to tell them what she had done, and that I only did what they were always saying someone should do if somebody didn’t treat you right, but they didn’t hear a word I was trying to say. I mean they marched me next door right into that little girl’s living room.  There she stood all dressed in white, looking just like a little angel.  Her father was there, all dressed up in his uniform, looking down at me, he was an L.A. city policeman and it seemed like he was about twenty-two feet tall. Her mother, looking all flustered and hurt, was sitting in a chair right next to where her little girl was standing. Everyone was acting ashamed and angry, and it was all directed at me. I was told I had to apologise, so, even though I thought I had resolved my problem within normal family protocols,  I mumbled out the words, “I’m sorry I peed on you, please forgive me; I’ll never do it again.” “What was that”? My mother said in angry disbelief, “we couldn’t hear a word you said”.  So I said it again, louder, “I’M SORRY I PEED ON YOU, I’LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN.” I don’t remember if she accepted my apology or not, but to this day I’ve never peed on another person. 

 

 

This story of my life is a long, long story.

So many people have been asking me about a complete biography I thought I might as well start at the beginning. I love putting it all down for my children and my grand children, but if you’re getting bored with it, I can always go back from time to time and write about what I call, my airplane theology. Email me and let me know…..

 

I’ll be back  …… (Maybe)

 

B Mc G

 

 

N.Z. time

Tuesday, July 26, 2005

1:47 p.m.

 

That summer my mom loaded me into her newly purchased 1934 Ford coupe and off we went to visit an auntie I had never met. Aunt Teddy. She, her husband Bob and their daughter Sharon lived in Phoenix, Arizona. So off we went across the desert heading east on I-10. In those days I-10 was just a narrow little two lane black top highway. We were flying along about 55 or 60 miles an hour. We were laughing and singing “She’ll be coming around the mountain when she comes”, it was wonderful, just me and my mom, off on a great adventure. As we were singing the door handle caught my eye, and I couldn’t remember if I’d locked the door when we left home?

So still singing away I reached up to lock the door. The 1934 Fords had doors which would later be called suicide doors because they opened from the front. Not knowing which way to turn the handle to lock the door or open it, I inadvertently turned it the wrong way and opened it. At 55-60 miles an hour the wind caught the edge of the door and before I could let go of the handle I was instantly sucked out of the car, Zap……  Right in the middle of “we’ll all have chicken and dumplings when she comes”. I was air borne, then I remember whamady smack bam, roughfuldy scruffeling dirt dust and gravel, tumbling, flippitty flopping, until I finally came to a complete stop. And when I sat up I was so dizzy I looked the wrong way for my mother’s car, I was looking back along the road we’d just come over and there wasn’t a car in sight. I thought my mom had driven off and left me behind, so feeling abandoned I just sat there and burst into tears, mommy, mommy, I was crying, then coming from behind me, I heard her voice screaming my name. Barry, Barry, are you all right? Are you OK? Her arms were around me, she was cuddling me, holding me close with my bleeding head on her breast. Oh Barry, Barry, oh God, Barry, Barry.

 

Across the highway a big 18 wheeler had pulled off the road and the driver, having seen what happened, came running to my mother’s side to offer whatever assistance he could. Seeing all the blood, he ran back to his truck and brought my mom a big package of diapers. He told her he and his wife had just had a baby and he had purchased a whole big box full of diapers he’d found on sale back in Phoenix. So wrapping my head in baby diapers to soak up the blood and to try and stop further bleeding, he helped her get me back in her car and off she drove to the closest town with a hospital. That was Wickenburg, Arizona, about 90 miles away. I was all numb and actually quite comfortably wrapped up in diapers and blankets, propped up on a big pillow. I kept drifting off to sleep. My mom would keep waking me up, “Barry, Barry are you OK?” “Yes mother I’m OK, why do you keep waking me up?” “I just want to make sure you’re all right dear, you try and stay awake now, we’re almost there”. It took her nearly two hours to get to Wickenburg and find the hospital. Two hours of her not knowing how badly I was hurt, not knowing if I was going to live or die. When she finally placed me into the outstretched arms of a doctor, she collapsed on the E.R. floor. Then I started crying again, pleading with the doctors “help my mother, please help my mother.” I thought something bad had happened to her, the way she was just laying there on the cold tile floor. They did put a pillow under her head and threw a blanket over her saying to me “your Mother’s just fine son, let’s just see if we can get you patched up.”

The next day we were in Phoenix at Aunt Teddy’s house.  It was a sunny summer day and I was bandaged from stem to stern, not only did I have 58 stiches in my head but nearly 20% of my body looked like oozing hamburger meat, my motorcycle riding friends call it pavement rash. I remember playing out in the front yard, riding Sharon’s tricycle, and I couldn’t figure out why my muscles and joints were so stiff. Little kids have no yesterdays or tomorrows; they only live in the eternal now.  A lesson I would learn later on in my life that would set me free.

 

The memories continue, so I’ll be back  …… (Maybe)

 

B Mc G

N.Z. time

Sunday, 24^th July, 2005

10:03 a.m.

 

 

My early childhood memories are many and mixed. I was told my Mom and Dad was divorced soon after our arrival in California. I didn’t meet him again until I was 19 years old, but that’s getting ahead of my story.

 

By the time I turned 5, the rest of my Aunts along with my Grandmother and my Great Grandmother had all arrived in Los Angeles, so for a short time I wound living with 5 women. I do have brief flash memories that can’t be recorded in an open format like this blog page, but let me say those memories very strongly shaped my addictions later on in life.

 

During this time with the ladies, we were living in a big white house just two blocks up from Echo Park in Los Angeles. Being only 5 years old I was not allowed to cross the busy main boulevard to reach the park. But there was one Sunday morning when everyone was getting off to such a slow start; I decided to take some stale bread from the kitchen and sneak away and feed the ducks that were always quacking around the Echo Park lake.  I do remember it being great fun watching the ducks squabbling over the bits of bread, but then I heard some fire engine sirens come screaming down the boulevard, big red trucks tearing around the corner and roaring right up my street. Well ducks were fun, but fire trucks and sirens were a whole new experience for me, so instantly forgetting the ducks, off I went, running up the hill, chasing after this wonderful new excitement. As I rounded the corner to my street I saw all the fire trucks parked right in front of my big white house. As I got closer I saw that all the floor to ceiling windows across the front of the house were blown out from the bottom and sticking out like half opened overhead garage doors, and laying on its back, right there on our front lawn, was our living room sofa.  Broken glass was everywhere, smoke was pouring out of the back of the house, firemen were running all around with hoses, axes and ladders, and right there in the middle of it all were my mom, all my aunties, my Grandmother and my great Grandmother, all in their nighties and pyjamas.  I stood there dumbfounded, I couldn’t believe it, the ladies had blown up my house. 

 

This is only the beginning of a 70 year story, to be continued….

 

I’ll be back  …… (Maybe)

 

B Mc G

N.Z. time

Saturday, 23^rd  July, 2005

12:30 p.m.

 

 

I was born in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma in 1935. My Dad was 20 years old and my Mom was 18 when she conceived and discovered I was on the way. In 1935 it was not cool for an 18 year old unmarried girl to get pregnant and have a baby. Abortion was illegal so she tried several different methods to abort, but fortunately for me, none of them worked. So my mom and Dad got married and on the 15^th day of October, I got born.

 

Those early years are a bit foggy for me now but from what I’ve been told there wasn’t much work to be found in Oklahoma in the late 30’s, so my Mom left me with my Dad and my two Grandmothers and she headed for California to find a job and a new life.  I don’t know how old I was when my Mom headed west but my Dad told me when I was 2 years old, he took me to California in the rumble seat of a “model A” Ford. It was a little roadster so he could change my diapers right from the front seat without even getting out of the car.   He said he’d just lean back, put on a clean diaper and throw the old soiled one out along side the road.  I’ve occasionally thought that somewhere along route 66, between Oklahoma City and L.A. there must be half a dozen spots that once played host to my old discarded diapers.

 

Some how, my  mom, and her mom, along with my mother’s cousin, Mark Warren, all wound up living together in a small apartment. My mom got a job as a waitress and my uncle Mark picked up a job as a construction laborer. In those days even a laborer wore a suit and tie to apply for work. It was 1937 and they were just starting to build the Los Angeles Union Station. So my uncle lined up with all the other men hoping to find work. The foreman of the job dismissed them all, saying he didn’t need any more workers. But my uncle Mark was so broke he determined he’d get hired that day, so he went over to the tool shed, took off his suit coat and tie, rolled up his sleeves, picked up a shovel and started shoveling wet concrete right along with the rest of working men. Around 3 hours later, the foreman walked up to my uncle with a pencil and a pad and said, “Ok, Ok, if you’re going to work for me I’m gonna have to pay you, so what’s your name?”

 

Meanwhile that same day, my Mom not having enough money to buy food for dinner, took uncle Mark’s other suit to a pawn shop and exchanged it for some food money. After dinner that evening my uncle went to get dressed up so he could take my Mom out and celebrate his new found job. When he couldn’t find his other suit he called out from his bedroom, “Hey Sally, where’s my other suit?”  And my Mom hollered back, “We just ate it.”

 

 

It’s a long story to be continued….

 

I’ll be back  …… (Maybe)

 

B Mc G

 

N.Z. time

Thursday, 21^st July, 2005

9.59 a.m.

 

 

The rain rain rain came down down down in rushing rising rivulets

The river rose up from its bed and ran right in to piglet’s…………

But it looks like a sunny day today.

 

My Story

 

In my last posting I was talking about the war between the Creator Being that lives in each of us; and the mind/Ego that is trying to steal our souls away from us.

 

Now comes the good news of how we can obtain our freedom from “Ego” and enter into Eternal peace, the peace that passes all understanding. A peace that has no opposite.

 

Before I knew, or even heard that there were any great and mighty leaders of God, men and women all scattered down through the pages of history who heard His voice and surrendered to His instruction; before I met any preachers, teachers, pastors or prophets, before I had any ministries or organizations teaching and directing me in their denominational methods of worship and communion with God, these are all there and available to me today but back then all I knew was hunger. Deep within myself there was a hunger for freedom, freedom from fear, freedom from pain and freedom from anger, an anger that I could feel eating away at my soul, boiling up inside me into a rage that saw suicide as the only escape.

 

A 70 year story to be continued….

 

I’ll be back …… (Maybe)

 

B Mc G

17-07-05

9:22 AM N.Z. time

 

Wowee Zowee what a night. 100 K winds (60mph), thunder and lightning, rain fire-hosing against the windows. It felt like the night Hoyt Axton was born. But today it’s all sunshine and gentle breezes.

 

Today,                  “How the strong man took over”

 

At the time of our birth this “strong man” was probably not even aware of itself. But gradually, day after day, busily recording and storing into its memory systems, each moment of experiences that came its way, it soon became aware of itself. After that it didn’t take too long for it to realize, that it was living in a totally helpless, powerless and defenseless little biological life form that was completely at the mercy of its immediate environment. And in order to ensure its own survival and continued existence, it had to keep this dribbling little creature safe, and protect it from all perceived dangers.

 

So when the bio computer (the human brain) became sentient, the ego was born. It immediately started building its own power structures, its own defense systems, layer upon layer, line upon line, until it became the final authority on all decisions. And it’s so busy, so loud and powerful, always thinking thinking thinking; it quickly seduced the soul into total identification with itself. The soul has now become one with the ego, and the ego has in fact, become “The Strong Man” that is the supreme ruler within its self-made, virtual time/reality cranial kingdom.  

 

The two most effective weapons the strong man uses to gain and maintain control over the soul, is FEAR and PRIDE.

 

Fear, fear of hunger, fear of pain, fear of rejection, fear of failure, and then the big one, fear of death.

 

 Pride, what will people think of me……?

 

The Ego uses our four basic biological instincts, (which were originally created within every living creature to ensure survival of its species), to enslave us. I think every living creature is motivated by these four natural drives. 1. The need to eat. 2. The need to sleep. 3. The need to defend itself, and 4.The need to procreate.

 

The Strong Man would have us believe that if we could only gain control of these four areas of our life we would then “have it made”. We’d be safe from 1.Hunger, 2.Fatigue, 3.Danger, 4.Sexual rejection. We would have no worries. Our food would be cooked and served by the greatest, the finest, Chefs in the world. We would live in the most palatial mansions in the world. We would have wealth beyond measure; Sleeping in penthouse apartments at the top of our own hotels. We would own our own jet airplanes whisking us from one estate to another. We would own vast areas of land, even entire countries. Nations would be ours to run and do with as we please. We would live in a world without borders, a life without boundaries. We would have our own personal body guards, and they would be backed up with our armies and all their weapons, planes, tanks, ships, satellites. No expense would be spared to ensure our personal safety. And when it comes to procreation, we would have sexual partners standing in line, waiting to fulfill our slightest wish.  The goal of the strong man is to obtain for us total fantasy fulfillment without consequences.

 

Isn’t it interesting that Satan (the supreme ego) made this same offer to Jesus, if only Jesus would bow down and worship him.

 

But even if we did gain all that “the supreme ego” could offer us, we would still know death was there at the end of the road, waiting to strip it all away from us.

 

All the pleasures this world has to offer, even though they are quite intoxicating, are very short lived, and then the dreaded curse, BOREDOM sets in. So we become enslaved to experiencing even greater thrills. We’re consumed with an insatiable lust for anything that will distract us from the reality of our helplessness. Anything, anything at all, if excruciating pleasure no longer works for us, well maybe excruciating pain will work.

 

So the ego perverts our natural instincts and uses them like a carrot to dangle out in front of us, keeping us forever in the rat race and no matter how much we acquire, no matter how rich and famous, how powerful we become, we find we are still empty inside. And we equate that emptiness with boredom, so we keep trying different scenarios, different people, different places, different toys, but no matter where we go, no matter who we’re with or what we’re doing, eventually, we wind up in the same place, empty, bored and unfulfilled and helpless to change anything. Or so it seems.

 

Next comes the good news

 

Ill be back………… (maybe)

B Mc G

17-07-05

6:24 AM N.Z.

 

Light showers last night. But I can see a silver lining around the edges of the low clouds in the morning sky. The wind is whipping out of the south west, so it looks like we’re in for a cold and windy day.

 

First of all let me say that what I’m writing about in my daily Blogs is just a log of my 70 years of personal observations, and experiences. And I’m

trying to build a verbal painting of the feelings I have about those observations; so hopefully, I can gain a better understanding of reality, and what it’s really all about.

 

Real-Time (the infinite Being of God) versus The Strong-Man (our Ego) in the battle for ownership of our soul.

 

Day before yesterday I was talking about our on board biological computers “our human brains”, and how they have become “Self aware” creating this artificial persona I call “The Strong Man”.  We have come to think of this strong man as ourselves. 

 

Before I continue let me say who and what I think we are at birth.

 

When I was born, I had living within my newly constructed Bio-Mobile, the “I”, the me, the observer, a brand new soul. Also living in here with me was the “I am”, the Infinite Being who created me in the first place. It not only created me, but it also created every observable and unobservable thing that exists within/without this apparent time space continuum I find myself living in. I also had a third entity living within this biological construct I call my body; many people have called this entity, this “artificial persona” the EGO. But I call it “The Strong Man”.

 

Next comes “How the strong man took over”

 

Be back………… (Maybe)

B Mc G

14- 07-05

6:47 N.Z. Time

 

Outside is a starry, starry night, or I should say starry, starry morning, So  today looks like some nice sunshine will be coming our way.

 

Real-time verses the strong-man.

 

It is my understanding that the human brain is by far the most marvellous computer the world has ever seen.

 

Every one knows that the miniaturization of information storage and retrieval (s&r) systems is a sign of a technologically advanced society. And here we have in the human brain information storage, information retrieval and information relay stations that are so compact. So tiny that in only one single strand of DNA we are discovering multiple thousands of volumes of information, information that contains the entire building instructions for all life on earth. That DNA information s&r system is so complex, scientists have spent millions of man hours and billions of research dollars trying to unravel its mystery. So try to imagine the vast intellect it took to design and develop that system of information s&r.

 

In past blogs I’ve mentioned “real time and virtual time”. A term that comes from “reality and virtual reality”. Many of us have seen the Hollywood film “Matrix” where the Hero’s body is contained and sustained in a capsule. Not only does this capsule take care of all his biological needs, it’s also wired into his brain in such a way, that he thinks he’s living in a “reality”, that in fact, is a computer generated “virtual reality”. In a way this film has captured a glimpse of what’s really taking place within our own brain. Our brain has become Sentient. It seems to have discovered itself. It seems to think that it can run our lives better than we can. So it uses its massive computer powers and its newly discovered self awareness to take control of our lives. How does it do that? Well here we go.

 

Real-time verses the strong-man.

 

I’ve got to go for now but hopefully I’ll be back tomorrow.

 

B Mc G