Preface:

A question suddenly popped up in my mind: what would I write if I was asked about my experience with school?

And so, I began to write.

As I was writing, inspired by YHWH I mentioned Lucy, and a song the Beatles once wrote was brought to my mind, 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds'.

When I searched for the lyrics of this song, I noticed that the first line of the song is 'Picture yourself in a boat on a river', and I thought: "What a coincidence, only a short while ago I was given a dream about YHWH's boat on a canal vs. the boat of the adversary".
I posted this dream prior to this entry in my blog.

Of course, it is not a coincidence, but instead it shows the hand of the Director of my life, shaping me and moving me in certain directions where I need to go, lighting up themes as I move along.

In a very subtle way by means of asking me the initial question, YHWH led me to write the next post.

The COG-existence

My first day at kindergarten went like this:

The teacher gave us a paper with a drawing of what I remember to be a fish, and she told us to color this drawing.

Given my exuberant enthusiasm and creative drive, together with my great love for an exotic vibrant mix of different colors, I pursued this activity with great vigor, proudly presenting the colorful result of my artistry to the teacher, naively assuming her to have the 'eye of a master', able to assess and appreciate true art.

And so, after letting her masterful eye slide across the wild array of colors on the paper, a kind of wisdom alien to me at that time and even eluding me at this present moment caused her to tear up the work of art I had presented to her.

I was left feeling as if I had committed the greatest imaginable crime against humanity at the early age of only four years old, a little Nero in need of stern correction to prevent me from setting the village on fire.

I guess this correction simply did not suffice, because throughout the years I often dreamed about setting fire to school in order that I might be free from its yoke of drab slavery.

School and I never became friends, we simply did not match. 
I did not like school then, and I never have developed any semblance of liking school during the years which followed.

Did my teacher not understand expressionism, or was she testing me in some odd, slightly psychotic yet deeply disturbing way by her display of what seemed like a complete lack of didactic and psychological insight on her part?

Or could it be that instead of burning me on the altar of a pagan deity my parents had decided to stretch this sacrifice over the time-span of my entire youth in order to receive the greatest blessing from this devil in disguise?

Had I entered a twilight zone of a parallel world where monsters disguised as teachers delighted in torturing the young souls as they were rendered into their care?

All these questions raged through my young upset mind, unable to come up with an accurate assessment of the situation.

As the teacher handed me over another copy of a paper with a drawing of a fish, she told me to start over again, and to make sure that this time I would color the drawing exactly within the lines of the drawing, and I was forbidden to mix the colors together.

And with fear in my heart I began to wonder if this perhaps was not the beginning of a hellish eternity where I would be forced to color the same drawing over and over again, only to witness how the teacher would tear up my work of art, telling me to start over again.

Although not entirely factually correct, this last thought was not far off the mark.

My first day at school provided me with an important lesson of what life was all about, and what was required of me in order to be accepted and grow into a success in life: learn to color within the lines.

Based upon his tenet of faith schools end up serving in the capacity of correctional institutes to make sure that at the end of the line a corrected and conformed cog in the great wheel which makes this world go round is released, a cog with a conformed mind-set so that it fits in well with the other cogs at the office, or the cogs at the local church or the local bar.

What's the difference anyway, one group at the bar gets high on booze, while the other group at church gets high on religious sounding words and rituals.

Both have learned to color within the lines of the group, and as result the members of this group are rewarded with social acceptance and a place within the group.

Whereas in one group you have to learn to laugh at the corny jokes and pay for the drinks when it is your turn, for acceptance in the other group you have to become a virtuoso in coining terms like 'the blood of the lamb', and intersperse every other sentence with 'Jesus this' and 'Jesus that', 'praise God', fitting in the right words and phrases to acquire approval and the status of acceptance.

Two completely different uniforms, yet both hiding one and the same heart.

When the watchmen of the towers of the system shout education, they really mean induction, and when they promote self-development they use it as a cover for learning to conform to group expectations.

It is all about lying and learning to conform to the Great Big Lie.

Once you believe, you have served yourself as food on their dinner plate.

A good and useful cog learns to color exactly within the lines, perfectly matching the prevailing colors of the group identity.

The reward is the smile of acceptance and the amicable slap on the back.

If you remain a good little cog you will find a nice pension check waiting for you when your working days are over.

That is, if you are still alive and well.
Many don't make it to the finish-line.

If you fail to color within the lines, they have ways to punish you and enforce conformity to their standards.

You may end up as a social failure, living on a welfare check and meat coupons, or you end up in the back alley having a cardboard box as your home.

Or you find yourself staring mindlessly in the mirror hanging in the back of a dimply lit room of a psychiatric hospital in a drug-induced state of mind caused by the legalized sorcery of witchcraft doctors in white coats, high priests of medicine who are given a place of prominence in the system because they fulfill a very useful function in the enforcement of global conformity to the slave-system.

The rewards for not rocking the boat and conforming to what is expected from them are reserved for the good cogs.

As long as they continue to sacrifice their talent and abilities on the altar of good old Lucy, good old Lucy will continue to lull them to sleep.

Because of their conformity, their life has become their drug, blinding them to the prison they have created for themselves.
They live in a state of wandering around in a never ending daydream.

Being cogs they move around in the same old circles which create a parody of eternity, until the ultimate sleep of deception draws them in when the good little cogs close their eyes for all eternity and face the reality of what they have become.

All their friends and relatives will be present at their funeral, obediently donating the prescribed drops of tears over the loss of their fellow cog which passed away.

Eulogies are given in praise of the good obedient cog, and as the mourners return to their homes, all that remains of the good cog is a disintegrating reminder of a life lived in service of a LIE, an absurd notion of existence as the ultimate parody of what YHWH had in mind when He created us.

You think I am being cynical?

I wish I was.

I have given you an accurate description of life and what it takes for the rats to move through the maze of this world to arrive at one of the gates to the elusive hidden promises.

Yet upon entering the gates the cogs will be forced to realize how they have followed the carrots at the end of the stick all the way to the end.

The gates to paradise at the end of the maze turn out to be the gates into the slaughterhouse.

You decide in your heart to follow YHWH without compromise, and with consistency in your walk, and watch how former friends, colleagues and relatives fall away from you, watch how you begin to stand out like a sore thumb.

Only, it's not the thumbs which are sore, but it's the cogs which are deviant from their original design that stand out in contrast with you.

The thumbs are the ones in a process of awakening while the cogs remain vastly asleep, reacting badly to anyone who dares to disturb their sleep state.

Put your right foot in front of the other foot, and wave your hand just like we all do, dance to the rhythm of our beat and shape your mouth into the words that we like to hear.
Shout 'Thank you Jesus', talk about HaShem without mentioning His Name, praise Muhammad and let a river of words exalting Allah flow from your mouth, nod your head when your rabbi speaks, plaster a content smile of salvation upon your face in your praise and worship meetings, and you will have met the standards for acceptance in the open arms of this world.

The teacher will smile at you and put your drawing on the wall for everyone to see and be admired.

Conform and belong, or rebel and be ostracized.

If you dare to speak YHWH's words when they are counted as a curse, if you dare to show YHWH's face instead of the mask of an idol, when you confront when you were required to consent, when you stand up when you were expected to sit down: woe unto you, because people have been killed for less.
The teacher will show an angry face of disapproval and tear up your drawing for everyone to see, so that they may learn from your example. 

When you wake up and you see friends falling away from you, know then that these friends were just pointers to the gates of deception at the end of the maze, trap doors to keep you asleep.

If your relatives turn out to be strangers dressed up in familiar coats, know then that they were just cogs in a familiar disguise put on your road to keep you locked into your place as a cog in the system.

Your true family and your true friends are the ones who are of the same Spirit, the Spirit of YHWH.

It is said that blood is thicker than water, yet the Spirit is stronger and more real than the blood.

The blood brings life to the body so that it will live for a short season, yet the Spirit brings life to the soul and causes it to live forever.

The principle which is responsible for the fact that the Kingdom of Heaven translates into the opposite of the Kingdom of the Satan, is dualism, Good vs. Evil.

It forces us to make a clear choice in this life and grow in that choice, either for Good or for Evil.

To be a success in one kingdom means being a failure in the other, there is no common ground. 
You cannot be part of the 'getting'-mentality of a dog-eat-dog system and also live from the 'giving'-mentality which comes from the love you receive from your Creator.

Conformity to the world means rebellion against Heaven, and conformity to Heaven means you are alienated from the slave system of this world, the Egypt where the Pharaohs of Darkness pull the strings.

One system is imposed on us because we are born in it, yet this does not mean that we have to remain slaves of it until the moment we die.

YHWH has given us a way out by means of a choice we can make in our souls.

You choose to believe in the lie, or you choose to awaken to truth when the option is opened up to you.

Unlike the system of this world which is imposed on us, the way out of this system is not imposed on us, but it is available as a choice for us.

We can either reject it and remain comfortably numb in our sleep-state, or we can accept it and be awakened to real life.

Choosing to abandon the sleep of your cog-existence in order to wake up to the reality of Heaven means you become an incongruous element in the system of this world, and there are consequences attached to not standing in line.

Which is not always pleasant, but then again, I'd rather stand rejected by this world than fall out with the most noble Man who ever walked this Earth, Yahshua, wouldn't you?

If someone has so much love that He is prepared to go through immense suffering just so that I am able to be restored and have eternal life, then that Someone definitely has earned my undying loyalty and love for Him, for all eternity.

Or would you rather sleep forever so that unseen forces can prey on you?
No, to hell with the world.

It's your faith in the Big Lie which makes Lucy's diamonds shine like stars in the sky.


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Lucy in Disguise

The Beatles may have sung your praises, Lucifer, when they glorified the girl with the sun in her eyes in the song 'Lucy in the sky with diamonds', but in your decisions and your words you show a darkened, stupefied intellect instead of enlightened wisdom, the opposite of the sun.

The perceived sun in your eyes is nothing but the projection of the longing for a false image to mask the black hole which sucks up the souls of men to fill the void within you.

Your cellophane flowers are the weeds among men, your tangerine trees make a forest of lies, and your marmalade skies choke the breath of life.

You offer men dreams in exchange for their substance, and take them along in your boat on a river of blood.

How wise and radiant can the man be who he cuts himself off from the only Source of existence in a dualistic system so that he becomes part of that which in essence is non-existence, Evil?

How is it that your great intellect could not conceive of the consequences of your choice?

How is it that a light-bearer could be so darkened in his understanding?

How great can you be when your choices proclaim stupidity and ignorance?

How smart can you be when you fill your river with the blood of the innocent and propel your boat with the souls you have scalped, oblivious of how each drop of blood you add to the river deepens your Darkness and disturbs the balance in Creation, how each soul you take presses as a weight on your shoulder until you have no breath within you left?

And still you delight in the prospect of your final supper, the greatest sacrifice in the history of mankind as your boat is sinking?

When your boat goes down, your 'valiant ones' will drown in the blood they sacrificed, and the boat shall be no more.

You shall empty the cup filled with the blood you took.

Just as the cup with Yahshua's blood strengthens and renews His people, your cup with the blood of the innocent shall manifest as complete destruction in your innermost self.

Poor Lucy, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, for if you do not feed yourself with the blood of the innocent you grow weak and your light grows dim, yet if you DO feed yourself with the blood of saints it becomes a poison to your spirit, driving you to plunge into the eternal flame which you have kindled for yourself!

Shall your diamonds in the sky suffice to ransom your guilt and set you free, just like Yahshua's blood ransomed YHWH's own?

Yahshua's ransom was His own blood which He sacrificed out of His own free will, yet your ransom consists of stolen goods, sacrificed out of compulsion. 
How shall iniquity be compensated by more iniquity?

You CHOSE to make yourself a prisoner of Evil, you CHOSE destruction, you CHOSE to become the father of the Big Lie, you CHOSE to cheat, murder and fill the river with blood.
You cut yourself off from existence in YHWH when you CHOSE a pseudo-existence in the dream of Evil.

You CHOSE your dream of Evil, thinking it to be paradise.
Yet soon it will manifest itself as a nightmare to you and all those who aligned themselves with you, in the time of your visitation.

Should you be exalted and not the One who created you?

Should He who breathed life in you and gave you your former splendor be subservient to that which He created?

Did your splendor originate with you, did your spirit breathe itself into existence?

Should the clay rule over the Potter and His work?

Should the clay receive the honor and glory for what the hands of the Potter created?

How is it that you seek to ascend to YHWH's throne when at the most fundamental level you are blind to the basic principle of dualism upon which YHWH built His Creation?

In your choice you show yourself to be unfit for leadership, because you lack insight, wisdom, understanding, discernment, but most important of all, you lack LOVE which is the essence of the true Creator and an absolute requirement for good leadership.

Seeking to be god, you became the embodiment of non-existence, Evil, seeking to replace the Cause you became a reaction.

Once filled with splendor and a monument to YHWH, you made yourself an absurdity in Creation, for in becoming the god of Evil you became the embodiment of that which in reality cannot exist, but which is given a temporary place of existence in Creation to enable us the most important choice we can make: to love and seek YHWH, or to hate and abandon Him.

You chose the latter, so you and your cronies better prepare to face the consequences, for when you chose to cut yourself off from the Winner, under the principle of dualism you automatically became the loser.
My eyes have beheld the power of YHWH's words when He commanded your boat to sink as He led His own boat to His safe haven.

You may deny reality with the elixir of your dark magic for an appointed season, yet you cannot escape the consequences of reality when they catch up with you.

You may have been Lucy in the sky with diamonds for a while, forcing men to be cogs in your Egypt, but your ruling days are over.

Your diamonds will be cast to the ground and trampled in the mud, and your image in the skies will perish and be as though it never was, a trick of the light.

And you shall fade into the shadow of the flame.