Friday, July 13, 2012

Demons attempt damage to laptop with water

NOTE | This is a rambling draft of a post I hope to finish in the near future. As you read it, remember that this blog isn't for education, entertainment or for historical purposes; that's another animal altogether. It's simply a collection of my notes, which I choose to share with anyone who cares to read them (that is now over 22,000 people). Therefore, expect little in the way of coherency or completeness. Due to my situation, I have very little need for either of them.
Unbeknownst to me—at least until an Apple store employee at Valley Fair showed me pictures—demons poured water inside the casing of my MacBook Air, probably in an attempt to cause financial burden and to slow down what has proved to be their Achilles heel, namely, the publication of information about their people, the places they do business, and the horrific, despicable things they engage in with whom and where they do them.

This laptop could have been donated to a school once I was through with it:
My  laptop has never seen so
much as a drop of water
Traces of water pooling in the
bottom of the casing of my laptop
However, the monumental efforts over the years made by dozens upon dozens of humans and hundreds of demons into making my life a living Hell has never been made on behalf of someone in need, nor will it ever be.

Homelessness, substandard schools and hunger in the Bay Area could literally be eradicated overnight; and, yet, the most creative use of their minds, money and time can be summed up in the above two photos.

I can just envision 50 skull demons at the local graveyard, rubbing their bony hands together in evil glee, cackling about their new plan to make one of my socks go missing from the dryer. That's about the most they can boast of right now.

Nitwits. Mismanaged nitwits. I wonder if any given demon working this problem has low self-esteem. God gave them so much to work with, and, yet, tonight, they'll probably do nothing more than send a sucker demon to tear off my flip-flop while I walk.

Using a demon mind in the way that it is being used in this situation is like making Albert Einstein take the janitor job at the university. You wouldn't do it unless you were just plain evil.

For the people who help demons: how do you tell the difference between a saint and a demon? You will know them by their works. [Matthew 7:16]

If demons tell you they're good—or that someone is bad—look at what their doing and what they are asking you to do, you ignorant, lazy coward, and make a common sense decision as to whether or not you should hold your head high or throw yourself off the nearest bridge for having acquiesced to or participated in such activity. (If Jesus didn't do it, then you shouldn't either.)

If you spend more time justifying what you're doing than anything else, chances are you're doing the wrong thing. If you were doing the right thing, it would be clear to everyone, regardless of your spin and your power and your story.
Mat 7:15 Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves.
Mat 7:16 Ye shall know them by their fruits. Do men gather grapes of thorns, or figs of thistles?
Mat 7:17 Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.
Mat 7:18 A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.
Mat 7:19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.
Mat 7:20 Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.
Mat 7:21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.
Mat 7:22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?
Mat 7:23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.
What are your fruits here, is the question. Driving a man into a mental institution? Falsely incarcerating him? Causing multiple suicide attempts (read Demons prefer suicide to murder)? Hurting his pet? His friends? His family? All of this, dragged out over the span of six years by humans and over 30 years by demons?

Not exactly the work of the Holy Spirit.

Only the stubborn and proud will persist after making the correct determination here. They'll either be too proud to admit they're wrong, expending extra time and energy into the more of the wrong thing for that elusive "success" that will make them look right; or, they'll ignore facts, and continue on as they always, falsely convinced that they are in the right, and that there is a such a thing as an occasion where one does not have to ask themselves any questions that make sense.

And, another thing: do you think you know your demons, and you can trust them? You couldn't know a demon your entire lifetime and know it well enough; you mind is a square box on a piece of paper next to the mind of demon, which is a 3-D cube rotating on your iPhone.

Plus, demons are patient. They live forever. They are in no hurry to do what they want to do.

Finally, there are far more of them than people. Where there appears to be one, there are actually hundreds. What are those all up to?

Back to works, though: what about my works? I can assure you more homeless people in San Jose would know my face and my generosity than now if I wasn't constantly chasing down the shenanigans of hooligans. Because of this I can easily surmise that, in spite of being adversaries to each other, to many we simply look like two yahoos fighting over a whole bunch of nothing.

How embarrassing for us both!

Rerun