Am I doing more harm than good? Exceedingly harsh I am in my life and in my communication face-to-face. Marooned in Yucca Valley......

Am I doing more harm than good? Exceedingly harsh I am in my life and in my communication face-to-face. Marooned in Yucca Valley...... diagnosing electrical problems, waiting for parts, for nearly a week, this is an almost festive place. Almost an outpost I would say. Happy people. That's a mark of sickness. Who can be happy in such a suffering world except for a clinically sick individual? But within the sick individual might be the seeds of Health. Constantly out with the vehicle in the open doing repairs person after person drives up and in some form  asks incredibly thoughtless questions, is it electric? Etc. I'm growing. My primary horror is not at the stupidity, the thoughtlessness of the questions so much anymore. I'm growing. More and more I'm instinctively clear that the opportunity in front of me is not to be incensed at the stupidity of the questions. The opportunity in front of me, regardless of how small, is to try and jolt the dead hearts that can be happy and clueless in the face of such horror, to jolt them to life, to resurrect them to life. To resurrect them from the dead. It's possible I'm doing much more harm than good. But that is not my assessment. I believe that my understanding of how to resurrect hearts and my courage to do so despite personal isolation is increasing.

***** nd 'It Concerns me, Always, when I'm Harsh!!! But, so far, I understand it as Lovingly Trying to DYNAMITE Your Fleshly Spirit OUT OF SMOTHERING TO DEATH your Loving, Christ, Godly, Goodly Spirit; before it is too late. The price to me of my Harshness is near all human contact; but it's the pain to you that concerns me.' Loving

***** nd 'It Concerns me, Always, when I'm Harsh!!!  But, so far, I understand it as Lovingly Trying to DYNAMITE Your Fleshly Spirit OUT OF SMOTHERING TO DEATH your Loving, Christ, Godly, Goodly Spirit; before it is too late.  The price to me of my Harshness is near all human contact; but it's the pain to you that concerns me.' Loving

Jesus too saw naught but sub-humans. If Loving is harsh, Jesus and Gandhi were harsher

http://youtu.be/HSsSiFXuOzg

So, the most compassionate of medical doctors gains entrance to North Korea where it is known that virtually the entire population is kept on starvation diet from birth to keep them compliant and docile.  “Oh, my God, they are sub-humans,” she says through tears upon looking at the crowds.

Yesterday I happened by accident across a video log-log shot some time ago by me at a time when flooding into my mind was the idea that we were devolved into all humanoids, sub humans, like a childhood movie I saw, a sci-fi horror flick, where a little boy, one by one, saw the adults in his life emerge with tiny probes at the base of their skulls, that had been implanted by alien invaders.   Logs yesterday and today speak of the ‘rich young man’ and my encounter with the rich young man most recently day before yesterday and yesterday.  This morning all that flooded into my mind in yet another way.

Jesus saw the same thing as I - a world of humanoids, a world of sub humans, a world of walking dead people, a world of walking Dead people, of his brothers and sisters all, taken over by a what he might've referred to as Satan, Deadness of Heart toward all Creation and all of Humanity, Satan being the other that was not his Father, the Creator of all, Universal Love, the father of all, but that had been rejected by all but the one in 1 million, hmmm, as I as a Father have been rejected.  Hmmmm.   

There were between three and 400 hits on this humanoid video log of mine shot a year ago. I was surprised - that's 20-30 times more hits than generally my logs get.  

It struck me at the time of that log that obviously it was such a harsh view of the world, how uniquely harsh, uniquely horrible, and of course that anyone seeing it would revile it, and me, for speaking such a ‘horrible’ thing. 

And as I was walking this morning from the borrowed latrine, ‘this is exactly what Jesus saw.’  This is exactly what He spoke, and it is exactly the one in 1 million non-humanoid, non-devolved, non-sub-human that He lived and died for, and He, if He ever thought there would be a mass awakening, He never spoke of it.  ‘The way is narrow, few will enter in.’  ‘The harvest is plentiful but the laborers are few.’

If it's me, Loving, that so harsh folks, it’s Jesus too.  It’s Gandhi by implication, because his deep depression at the end of his life, his sense of total failure, was to say he saw his beloved country not of live people but of Dead people; his beloved India.  His life had provoked, and conditions had helped provoke what looked like a major awakening of life, but at best he saw at last it was a brief movement toward life, which quickly receded when the status quo of death became tolerable again. 

Wow.  It isn’t must me, folks.