the dialectics. What is a dialectic? They are the answer to the question: how can a small group of people control a large group of people? The answer, is that you find divisive points which equally divide the population, and you repeat them loudly, so 49% of the population finds itself on one side of the issues being yelled about everywhere, and 49% finds itself on the other side. Then the remaining 2% is left to find the “compromise position” for the divide they themselves created, which they do by systematically taking ideas from each side that serves their goals, and present themselves as the common sense “unifying force” while enacting their agenda. Research the Shia and Sunni situation in Iraq to see it in action, the history of the violence (or lack thereof) between the two, and the current state. This so called “sectarian violence” is now prolific, and requires a certain type of individual to find the compromise position between the two. The top two American parties have redefined themselves throughout history, as needs have dictated. There was a point where the Republicans were the party of rich New York liberals, and the Democrats were the party of the Klan. Now in modern times Democrats are liberal and take a more proactive stance about race, and Republicans are the rural conservatives Democrats used to be. ITS ALL INSIGNIFICANT! I expect a good conspiracy theory site like this to see beyond all these manipulations and get to the core issues, not entrench themselves in the BS. We as a group aretoo smart for politics!
Being disrespected by people you care about is inexcusable. When people know your past and still decided to do things that are hurtful, it stings even more. Yes, I am calm and collected under most situations. Yes, when backed into a corner, I become defensive. However, I do not get physical, push the blame off, or throw the blame anywhere.
When you do wrong to others, own up to it. Always recognize where you made a mistake and better yourself. Putting the blame else where is a very liberal thing especially when it has nothing to do with the problem. Instead you are trying to defer the real source of anger and place it elsewhere which it isn’t needed.
Getting physical with someone, for other reasons than self defense, are completely out of my understanding. I have never placed my hands on someone out of pure anger. If I, someone with stress, anxiety, and depression, has never found a reason to voluntarily assault someone, then I have no idea how or what you would need to. Its not that I’m peaceful, its that I respect people. Earning respect means nothing if the other person has issues. You will never fully earn their respect that way.
I wonder what its like. I wonder how it feels. You love something so much and cherish it more than anything you’ve ever known, but you still choose to push the limit. Look but never touch, flirt but never…wait..no. Its not being nice when you entertain someone that is interested. Its either you are the one interested or there’s something else. I’ve been in love for almost 6 years. Never, not once did i stray away. Never did i flirt just to flirt because that leads people on and we all know when you lead the wrong person on, the outcome is not always what you want. “Oh no its completely innocent.”. That’s incorrect. Through my eyes, i love what i have. I don’t need to flirt, i don’t need to put myself in a questionable situation, i don’t need to give you anything to question. Its just not right. I’m not fake, i don’t say things to make you feel better. When I say i only have eyes for you, i mean my mind, mouth, ears, nose, everything. Its one thing to say its not a big deal, but when a person repeatedly says “this makes me uncomfortable” and you chose to still ignore the request, you really don’t care. Either that or you take for granted what you have. I think that’s the case.
You see, giving someone their way, being a good person to them, living your life for them, leads to being spoiled in most cases. Don’t think that good guys finish last only in TV or emo situations. Good guys, married, engaged, committed, true, end up getting the shaft. You will regret it. There is no stop to it. Even if that person is like you, and has had crappy relationships, they still will take advantage of it if they can. “Real Talk”
The chief reason for the delay seems fairly clear. Jesus’ people thought he was coming back in their lifetimes. There was no point writing things for future generations when there weren’t supposed to be any future generations.
The other use for writing is to transmit information through space. There’s no evidence of any systematic networking among dispersed Christian centers before Paul set up his network. As soon as he did, he wrote things down, business correspondence.
Nobody else wrote anything about Jesus for plausibly the same reasons that few people today write about the many and colorful traveling godmen of India. Unless you’re part of that culture, you aren’t much interested in reading about magic tricks better appreciated in person. If you are both part of that culture and literate, then maybe the itinerant godman isn’t the image of your people you want to present to the rest of the world.
And recall that like the Indian godmen, the Jewish Godman spoke almost exclusively to his own co-religionists. By the time writing lives of Jesus is being done in earnest, that religion, Second Temple Judaism, doesn’t even exist anymore, because there was no longer any Second Temple.
Besides, after the first generation (the one that thought it wasn’t going to die, but did), Christianity had its own living people to promote the organization by working their own signs and wonders. For example, exorcism is very dramatic, and if it’s done in Jesus’ name, and it “works,” then you might believe other things about Jesus, too. (For example, you might think the first generation simply misunderstood what Jesus meant about not dying, See John 21).
It’s a good question, then, but it just isn’t a big mystery. The delay isn’t so long or so unaccountable that it tells much about the historicity of Jesus. As to the divinity or prophethood of Jesus, that’s faith, and so it doesn’t really matter whether anybody ever wrote anythning down about that or not. You believe it or you don’t, and there’s isn’t a lot more to it than that.
Sometimes people lose their way. Sometimes people live a life that just was doomed from the beginning. Some people just so happen to have everything fall their way and just cruise through life.
James Lee Raby was one of those people that lived a life where at different times, he had all the types of life a person can live. He grew up and outcast, not white enough to be white, not black enough to be black. Always just trying to find his place in the world. Maybe not even in the world, just a place where he knew what and who he was. To some people he was this over bearing, obnoxious guy who annoyed you to no end. Some people loved him no matter what he did or where he was. Others just flat out hated him and wanted nothing to do with him.
Aaron Anthony Loupe, I, his brother, at different times felt all three ways about him. My brother was as complicated as a rubix cube. The thing about a rubix cube, is that there is a way to solve it no matter how complicated. Throughout my life, i had just about figured him out. Through all the layers, personalities, lives, places, feelings, i knew who my brother was. He loved. He loved.
Everything he did was for a reason, bad and good. He liked being free. He lived in the wilderness of society and lived in, well, the wilderness of the world. I knew what he wanted though. He wanted to just be able to do whatever, whenever. It took me the longest to understand why he tried so much to be a free spirit until it hit me one day. A day i’m sure i was so mad at him i could have knocked his teeth out.
The conclusion i came to was that he wanted to be free, because he thought that was how he would find himself. He thought that finding his place in this world meant he had to be on his own and away from everything. He didn’t need money, nice clothes, cars, even a home. He searched his whole life until the day he died with the one goal of being able to know who he was. The saddest part, the thing that hurts me the most, is knowing he died, without finding out. I knew more about him than he did…and i wasn’t around him. He tried drugs, crime, religion, different parts of the country, spirituality, fantasy, work, books..everything. He just wanted to know who he was so he could show people his true self and be loved. I know he felt loved from everyone, but sometimes you have to love yourself before you can accept someone else’s love. Feeling that way is a lonely feeling that few can imagine. My brother died alone. Now he would call me from time to time, come back to Louisiana, show up out of no where, and then be gone again. It never failed though. I knew i would hear from him at least on or around his birthday. It was always the same thing, “Hey man, i just wanted to call and tell you i love you and i’m really just down right now. Another year has gone by and i just feel like i’ve done nothing so far with my life. I’d really like it if you could come and see me or visit. You’d love it here where i am.” And me “come on man don’t be like that, you’ve seen some cool things and lived a crazy life, but you just need to plant some roots. Do what you have to do right now so later you can do what you want to do. Nah man, i can’t make it out to where you are, i have to work and i don’t really have the money.” Him “nah man i’ll send you some, i been working at this place and i got enough for a bus ticket.” Me “just come down here man, you can see mom and dad and marqui too, plus start over and get yourself together.” Him “nah, i’ll be fine. I gotta go now, but Happy birthday to you man in case i don’t get to talk to you.” Me “you sure you okay man, thanks. If you need something call me.” Every year, it never failed. There’s so much more to say about him…i could literally write a book, but you’d never understand him…like i did. When we were kids i was the little brother that went everywhere with him. When i grew up, we went our different ways. But he always called me when things got bad. A week before my brother passed, he called my mom, my dad, and my sister…but not me. He wanted to come home and get his life together. He finally wanted to do the things he needed to do so he could do what he wanted to do later. Then a few days later, he called them back…didn’t want to come home, didn’t want to bring his troubles with him. He told my mom, my sister, my dad that he loved them but he would be fine. I received a phone call from my sister crying telling me they found my brother…they weren’t sure it was him, but his wallet and ID matched the body. My brother never called me, he didn’t ask for my help, he didn’t ask me to go see him, he didn’t let me tell him…”Hey man, things are going good over here. I have a great job, making great money, and finally have some free time. I miss you and it’s been a while. I might be able to visit because i have some time off, or get you a plane ticket home so you can get here quicker. If i come up there, i’ll put us up in a nice hotel and we can find some crazy stuff to get in to. I’ll bring Colt and Troy if they can come, too.” I never got to tell him that. I was on the right road to finding my place, knowing who i was. He never called…Now i don’t know how all this works, and maybe i’m blowing smoke in the wind. But James, I wish you could have called then. I wish I could get that normal phone call tomorrow, June 21st, and it would be you. And i could tell you what i have been wanting to tell you. I could tell you happy birthday, and everything will be ok. I know who you are, and all the good things you did. I got married to an amazing girl. Colt and Troy are still around. I miss you. Just in case my phone rings tomorrow, I promise i’ll answer it…I know who you are. I know who you are.
The last major human discovery was arguably Einstein’s theory of relativity. I think that single discovery led to a new era in our physical understanding of the universe’s mechanics. The next major human advancement is going to stem from that. The next major human advancement is going to be compassion. Yeah yeah, I know what some of you are thinking, “Compassion? Yeah right man, don’t give me that new age mumbo jumbo.” But hear me out. This rabbit hole goes deep.
Compassion means putting yourself in another’s shoes and trying to see from their relative perspective. Then, anything you do must be with respect to how it’s going to look through the other’s eyes. For example, a person with compassion wouldn’t kill a kid in cold blood for the simple fact that that person would be considering the effect it would have on the kid’s family. A person with compassion would clean the house up before their roommate got home after working hard all day. A person with TRUE compassion, though, would have this same kind of respect for all beings. When this is practiced with all life forms, that’s where God’s glory comes in. That’s where the rabbit hole goes INFINITELY deep.
See I believe there is a single observer (that I call God) who all of our lives and what we do with them matter to. The significance of this and how it ties into the topic of compassion is that there is one being or beingness that is getting an idea of what existence is like through trillions of relative perspectives.
To be the one observer, you’re going to ultimately have to be able to do this and remain coherent through the whole thing. This is why compassion is so huge. As many of us believe, all is one and we are making a long journey to some intelligence source. According to most of our beliefs, we are already connected to this source like a skin cell on an elephant not knowing the big picture and only able to comprehend the duties and existence of skin.
We are extremely caught up in our own individualized relativistic observations. We don’t take the time to appreciate other perspectives. If you want to see where I’m going with this, try to imagine what life would be like as a fly. Call this an exercise in compassion. Some of you may not be ready and mature enough for this level of compassion, which is fine.
When I said, “Try to imagine what life would be like as a fly, I know some of you were thinking things like “Why would I want to do that?”, and “That’s dumb.” and “Fly’s eat poop.”, and those are the people who aren’t going to get this, for the simple fact that they are too judgmental to have compassion. Yeah flies eat poop, and from their relative perspective, it tastes pretty good. I know you don’t care about what it’s like to be a fly, but the fly cares about being a fly relatively just as much as you care about being a human and the one observer cares about each of you equally.
This whole compassion thing isn’t about you, it’s about becoming closer to the one observer. All you know now is what humans know. The one observer knows what all knows. You see, the fly to a fly is infinitely more fantastic that what a fly is to a human. And compassion is your only chance in understanding what that must be like.
Remember, there is one observer. If you at least try to see what it’s like to be other animals and other humans, and sincerely try to put yourself in their shoes, you might just find out that you are already in their shoes and that you actually can see from their perspective, and feel what it’s like to be them and feel what they’re going through, whether that be sadness or celebration.
Personally, I don’t believe that the world is going to put us here among thousands of other species and we are going to be forever limited to communion with only one. I think compassion is going to hit in a big way and we are going to be playing with our dogs and cats in a way we’ve never dreamed of.
All of the things I’ve learned in life have led me to compassion. Prior to compassion, my latest discovery was the danger of being judgmental, and now that I am seeing the significance of compassion, I see that had I not learned about the erroneous way of judgment, I would not have been ready for the wisdom of compassion. Compassion is your way of putting yourself in other’s (other humans and other species) shoes and seeing what God sees in a more all-encompassing and more unified way.
The ego is that which not only makes you believe you are right when all evidence is slapping you in the face, but it is also the reason compassion is going to be hard at first. Compassion is hard. But the more you work at it, the easier it gets and the more it pays off. The ego is that which keeps you ignorant, compassion is going to be that which allows you to soar to a whole new level of knowledge.
I honestly can’t stress enough the glory that compassion could bring. If there ever was an ascension, it would definitely be possible with compassion. Like I said, I can’t describe what I’m seeing accurately with words, so I just urge you all to try a true compassionate way of life and see for yourself how deep the rabbit hole goes, because as I see it, there is no end to it and it keeps getting better and better as you go down. You just gotta jump.