Utterly Duped

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I never printed my book.

I completed it over 10 years ago but never printed it.  I don’t even want to reread it.

I cannot believe how much time I wasted writing that book.

Here’s a brief explanation:

After I gave my life to Jesus and became a born-again Christian, I started writing a daily spiritual journal.  I was convinced that God was in my life and that he loved me.  I was extremely motivated.

I wanted to write about how wonderful God was, and how he was blessing me.  But to my surprise, my life as a Christian unfolded as a perpetual series of curses.  It seemed that nothing was going right.  Every time I tried to love someone it would turn against me and every time I tried to do God’s will, it would backfire.

The words written in the bible always turned out to be deceiving and false.  There was either something wrong with my life or there was something wrong with the book.  At first I thought it was me, of course, because I was not allowed to question “God’s Word.”

It was impossible to deny my own life, so the only thing left to question was my religion.

I was keeping a spiritual journal, hoping that one day this journal would be the proof of how God blesses one person’s life.  But my journal turned out to be some kind of horror story about a guy who is in a relationship with a god who does not keep his word!

My diary was supposed to be a proof of God’s love, but after 18 years of reporting all the ups and downs of our relationship, this journal turned out to be documented evidence that the god I was serving was a genuine asshole.

I was not pleased.

A Real Father

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Daemon,

A father who excludes you is not a real father.

I love you like you wouldn’t believe and I have loved you since the moment you were conceived.  How could I not love you?  You were the baby-me.  Mini-me!

I was very sad to see how your father treated you, but then he was not your real father, just a representative (as above, so below).  And he was free to do what he wanted.  So he did okay.

If you would have had a good relationship with your father, you would have ended up more like your brother, that’s all.  Now he has to find his Real Father too.

Sometimes a difficult life can help you evolve faster.

Now you and I have met.  You have “seen” me.  Now you know who I really am.  But this is just the beginning, or if you will, the continuation of a relationship that started a long time ago.

The problem at the beginning was clear communication, you got that one right.  Communication with words is never 100% clear.  It gets better with time, but I prefer communion.  The important thing is to hear me telepathically, and to know me.

I generated your spirit.  Therefore I am your real father, and I never exclude you.

I am in you.  So to know me, start by knowing yourself.

Know thyself, son.

Yours truly,

Real Father

Hey! Are You Depressed?

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Jesus has a message for you.

*WARNING*:  Do not believe him.
His message was for entertainment purposes only.

“Cheer up all of you who feel mentally incapacitated, powerless, and regard themselves as insignificant.  The celestial paradise is yours!

Be happy, all of you who come face to face with death and choose not to commit suicide, because you WILL be relieved and soothed!

Cheer up when people insult you and falsely say all kinds of things against you just because you say it as it is and you don’t pretend to be what you’re not (like me).

Be glad and exceedingly happy because above all of this shit, there exists a reward for you and it is great!”

I REPEAT:  Dot believe him.  Jesus knows nothing about suffering, death and personal transformation.  And besides, he does not love you.

Trust this:

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I Asked for It…

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I did.  I asked for it.  I remember.  Holy shit!

This was years ago.  I was a young fervent born-again Christian.  I had given my life to Jesus and was willing to do God’s will at all costs.  But when you’re 20 years old, the “pleasures of the flesh” are hard to resist.  So what did I do?  I asked God to remove them.

Depression is defined as a loss of interest or pleasure in normally enjoyable activities.

I guess I should be thanking God now, but…  I’m not even a Christian anymore.  The depression was so severe that I actually lost faith in a Loving Father.  I had forgotten my prayer.

Now I have to stop and think.  (I love to stop and think.)

How does the lack absence of pleasure doing normally enjoyable activities help me become a more spiritual person?

Well, duh!

*Aha moment*

Holy shit indeed.

I Am PERIOD!

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You are a boy
No I am PERIOD

You are 5½ pounds
No I am PERIOD

You are my baby
No I am PERIOD

You are Canadian
No I am PERIOD

You are a Christian
No I am PERIOD

You are 6 years old
No I am PERIOD

You are a student
No I am PERIOD

You are a teenager
No I am PERIOD

You are a graduate
No I am PERIOD

You are my employee
No I am PERIOD

You are married
No I am PERIOD

You are my husband
No I am PERIOD

You are a taxpayer
No I am PERIOD

You are a homeowner
No I am PERIOD

You are a father
No I am PERIOD

You are divorced
No I am PERIOD

You are unemployed
No I am PERIOD

You are an ex-Christian
No I am PERIOD

You are depressed
No I am PERIOD

You are mentally ill
No I am PERIOD

You are old
No I am PERIOD

You are dead
No I am PERIOD

You are…
No listen:

I am  I am Junior
The offspring of
The Great I Am
PERIOD!

Why Are You Happy Anyway?

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There is no reason to be happy, really.  You’re going to die no matter what.  Eventually you’re going to lose everything you have, maybe even the people you love.

You laugh and dance now, but one day you’re going to cry and taste despair, just like me.  Don’t pity me if I’m depressed, I’m ahead of you.  You should be depressed too.

Can’t you see that this world sucks?  What, are you blind?  Can’t you see that the rich one percent has turned every one else into consumer slave zombies?  Wake up, earthling!

You are doomed!  This planet is doomed.  Even the sun will one day stop shining, probably sooner than you think.  A meteorite could hit at any moment.

And for those who believe in the Bible, have you not read this verse:  “The day you die is better than the day you are born.”  When a baby is born, you should cry, not celebrate.  And when someone dies, you should rejoice.

Depressed people are not sick, they see clearly.  Happy people are sick, they live in fantasy and think this world is an everlasting amusement park and that they will never die.  Bunch of fools.  They should be taking their medication, something to make them see the horrors of living in this useless temporary materialistic place called Hell on Earth.