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Writing that post above literally made me cry, its still raw.

 

My background was council flat, queuing up for free school school meals, charity shop clothes and a school dropout. I got a big red birthmark slapped on my face and was called smudge, bodge face and patch as a kid.

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The bible is corrupted. Yes. Everything of this world is either distortion ,deception, or cheap copies of Something Infinitely Greater not of this world. It is operating in it though.

No one needs to accept the Jesus story to know The Truth. But once they've got The Truth, I cannot envision them as denying the Divinity and Truth of the One known as Jesus. IT expressed ITSELF through him. IT is The Truth of (and Within)Everything GOD Created(all-encompassing). That which is not of That is nonsense, gibberish, fantasy, illusions, dreams of lies. EgoMatrix.

The body is nothing, The Spirit Is Everything. (yeah, I know, that won't go over well for many or most in this world(a bad movie), they won't like that description either, until "what goes around, comes around" visits them too, and it will as long as untruth is adherred to).

 

 

ps; "Christian zionism" is an oxymoron

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i was born an irish catholic but as adult grew up more or less agnostic, and went from all the spectrum of far-left politics to being a targeted individual (for phoning police on suspected child abuse) thus opening up spiritually and subsequently going through all sorts of shit but i have now settled knowing that there is a Holy Spirit from my experiences and He has led and guided me through a lot. visually and mentally. there is no other force in existence that can explain what i have experienced.

 

people reduce Christianity to just morality and control. i used to also, but then being a TI i saw and experienced the touch of Jesus and the Holy Spirit in the past few months more so than ever.

 

I'm in the process of being Born Again, but my eyes are wide open ... I can't for the life of me understand why though those who I have now come to respect and admire won't even mention or utter the Synagogue of Satan -- Christian and Biblical Scripture. fake fuckers.

 

but i know for a fact the Holy Spirit exists.

what does that correlate to christianity ?

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On 4/3/2021 at 11:39 AM, rideforever said:

Enjoying C.S. Lewis Today
 

 

 

Excellent. Big fan of CS Lewis, have you read The Screwtape Letters?

 

Extract from my coming book about demons, aliens, UFO's and all sorts:

 

The Screwtape Letters is a series of correspondence between a junior devil or ‘tempter’ Wormwood, and his ‘uncle’ Screwtape, where uncle Screwtape advises his nephew on how best to lead the human, described as ‘the patient’, he is tempting astray from God and the road to salvation and towards petty minded self-concerned cynical intellectual materialism, which CS Lewis satirically alludes suits the devil so well.

 

It’s not necessary for the temptee to do anything particularly evil to find himself drawn into the devil’s party, merely when the thought of eternity, heaven and salvation may come your way, be distracted into forgetting all about them by thoughts of lunch, or the passage of the number 5 bus and the front page of the newspaper.

 

As Screwtape later says:

“the safest road to hell is the gradual one-the gentle slope, soft underfoot, without sudden turnings, milestones, without signposts.’

 

Conversely the road to heaven and the glimpse of the transcendental can be achieved in the most mundane of actions as Screwtape admonishes Wormwood and accuses him of allowing the patient to slip through his fingers when he allows him to read a book he really enjoyed, then compounded this by letting the man walk down to the old mill (a walk through country he really likes) and have tea there, alone. By allowing the patient two real pleasures his soul edges closer to God and out of the grip of hell.

 

Screwtape wants to eradicate any pleasure that is not actually a sin, such as a fondness for county cricket or collecting stamps or drinking cocoa because ‘there is a sort of innocence and humility and self-forgetfulness about them’.

 

“There was a sudden clearing of the eyes and he saw you for the first time, and recognised the part you had had in him and knew that you had it no longer. Just think (and let it be the beginning of your agony) what he felt at that moment; as if a scab had fallen from an old sore…”

 

For Lewis, death is where we glimpse these opposing factions continuously trying to direct and gently nudge the soul either to heaven or hell and the patient, finally breaking free from Wormwood and seeing his part in influencing his thoughts while alive, it is as if ‘he shuffled off for good and all, a defiled, wet clinging garment.”

 

From Lewis’ vision and the classical orthodoxy of demonic beings it is generally understood that they exist apart from the kingdom of God and are antagonistic to both it, and mankind which is an emanation of this kingdom, since it is also generally considered within all of the literature of the world’s religions and metaphysics, that man has some divine spark, some small portion of the creator within himself. I always find this passage intensely moving and Lewis’ astonishing description of what might happen at the moment of death and passing to the next life seems itself to be so radiantly full of light and understanding that I am humbled by his eloquence and the beauty of his vision:

 

"As he saw you, he also saw Them. I know how it was. You reeled back dizzy and blinded, more hurt by them than he had ever been by bombs. The degradation of it!—that this thing of earth and slime could stand upright and converse with spirits before whom you, a spirit, could only cower. Perhaps you had hoped that the awe and strangeness of it would dash his joy. But that is the cursed thing; the gods are strange to mortal eyes, and yet they are not strange. He had no faintest conception till that very hour of how they would look, and even doubted their existence. But when he saw them he knew that he had always known them and realised what part each one of them had played at many an hour in his life when he had supposed himself alone, so that now he could say to them, one by one, not “Who are you?” but “So it was you all the time”. All that they were and said at this meeting woke memories. The dim consciousness of friends about him which had haunted his solitudes from infancy was now at last explained; that central music in every pure experience which had always just evaded memory was now at last recovered. Recognition made him free of their company almost before the limbs of his corpse became quiet. Only you were left outside."

 

This version read by John Cleese is a lot of fun:

 

 

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