Lust

On Saturday night, August 22md, 2009, I was instructed to address the issue of the ‘lustful personality style'.

Natural Law

I really like fish. They are such innocent, charming, and clever little things. (Just as an aside here, that charming innocence can be thought of as ‘the sign of God' in that, if species are going to evolve, living and dying and regenerating and transforming, and if this is to be the law of life governed by the law of liberty of life, as we see in evidence all around us, then it is required that little Fluffy or little Nemo the fish must be very innocent. In this way Fluffy and Nemo will be the happy go lucky charming little things who don't behave like a human, a human being a creature that has lost that naive innocence, and therefore thinks of evolution of life as being like a criminal assault of some sort. Fluffy and Nemo celebrate life, because they are innocent, and I call this the ‘sign of God' because if they weren't so innocent then they would be as pissed off about evolving into new life forms as some people seem to be. This bothers people, who have lost that innocence, but it is a foolish anthropocentric projection to assume that these human feelings are manifest in the so called ‘great suffering and groaning of enslaved nature', because, as anyone who has enjoyed that innocence would understand, such enslaved groaning is a purely human characteristic.)

Now, to get back on topic here, the other day I was watching my two platys, My red Sunset Platy was being very sexy and putting on a display for my Mickey Mouse Platy, by showing off its fishy body, first from this angle, and then from that angle, turning this way and that way, and showing off. And then the red Sunset Platy rolled over its side and showed its fishy bottom part to that Mickey Mouse Platy, and that Mickey Mouse Platy got really, really turned on, and every find just became totally erect with excitement because that red Sunset Platy was really hot. I guess it must be true that for a fish there is nothing quite as sexy as fish bottom part.

This year, I have multiple families of pigeons growing up on my balcony. First I noticed one family, and so I could no longer use the balcony, because there were babies on the balcony, and this then led to more pigeon families on the balcony. I notice those pigeons doing their mating ritual thing on my balcony, trying to impress other pigeons by being real hot looking.

You see this sort of thing all throughout nature, for being hot is very important as it is one of the great driving forces for the evolution of species. Rummy nose tetras have bright red noses, because, at some time in the past, that was considered sexy, and this then led to a brand new species of fish. White skirt tetras are as flat as a credit card, not because it is sexy, but because they leave in a heavily planted habitat and need to be thin to squeeze through dense areas of plants. Therefore sexual attractiveness is not the sole driving force behind the evolution of species, but it is one of them, for some traits that define species of fish only exist because they are sexy to a fish.

If we assume that we can understand something of God by studying the natural world, then it follows from this that being ‘sexy' is a natural law.

Monogamy

I am not monogamous by nature. It is for this reason that I must be nagged at constantly about ‘monogamy' and ‘family values'. It is for this reason that I require ‘marriage counseling' and interventions of all sorts, for I am not monogamous by nature and so therefore huge expenditures of effort are required if I am to be forced into monogamy or if I am to be forced into ‘abstinent chastity' when I am not being monogamous, for it is also true that I am not ‘chaste and abstinent' by nature, and therefore this would require a huge struggle on my part and on the part of my many benefactors who wish to ‘save my soul' by condemning my sinfully sexual body and my sinful human nature, which is sinful only because my nature contradicts some doctrine (or so it would seem).

Sinful Human Flesh

I should know that I was a born sinner, and that I am sinfully sexy because of my inherited sinful flesh. I should know this because God has judged and condemned my sinful flesh. The evidence is plain to see, for first people are sinfully sexy, and then their impure unchastity is punished by God when they reap a ‘harvest of corruption', thus ruining everything for them as they get old and unsexy. We know that God's judgments must be just and that God could not judge unjustly and therefore since God is obviously judging and condemning our sinfully sexy flesh all the time, it becomes quite clear that we must be sinfully sexy for to suggest otherwise would be to condemn God for injustice. Therefore anyone who refuses to accept this judgment is just refusing to stop sinning.

The doctrine of sinful flesh is a good example of how some doctrine can achieve ‘psychological resonance' and thus seem very convincing, and yet at the same time it is actually an erroneous anthropocentric projection, and not a doctrine at all. It would appear that sex is not ‘sinful' and that God could not possibly be ‘chaste' or the God of ‘purity' who demands ‘abstinent chastity' and we can easily make this determination by the study of visible natural law. Therefore it would appear that the problem here is that a human being has lost the innocence of Fluffy or Nemo, and therefore the result is the production of some inherently contradictory, yet at the same psychologically resonant, anthropocentric (human created) erroneous dogma.

As I have suggested previously, the correct solution, tailor made for a human being, is the Living Resurrection. This is the solution required by justice, for human beings have lost the innocence they would require if they were to live and die and regenerate and evolve, while at the same time not getting thoroughly pissed off about the process, thus resulting in the creation of these horrid and oppressive sexual dogmas.

Instinctive Lust

When I was younger I was the top Alpha Male. Not only was I good looking, but I possessed this magnetic charisma. I could walk into a room, and the conversation would fall silent. I remember this one time I walked into this gay bar in Vancouver and the place fell silent. I shut the place down. I can remember groups of women competing for my attention. Women do compete. Take my word for it. I also remember how difficult and complicated my life was, because there was only one of me and so many of them. As someone once told me, ‘you are so lucky. The guys like you. The girls like you. I wish everyone could be like you.'

I am fifty now, and what a difference a few years can make. This winter I was on the bus and there was this young girl, perhaps 18 to 20 years old. She happened to look at me, and I happened to look at her, and then she rolled her eyes up in her head, and then she lifted her hand like Queen Mary and gave the queen wave off. I thought that was very rude and uncalled for. I remember thinking at the time about those days when I was struggling to deal with those gaggles of competing young women, some of whom were really aggressive and didn't leave a guy much wiggle room.

The Word Made Flesh

Now it has occurred to me that I could struggle to come up with some sermon on this issue of ‘instinct driven lust', but I am a very unique and very fortunate person. I am the Word of God made flesh, and for this reason I do not need to translate every single word that comes out of the mouth of God into the vernacular so that people can understand it.

What I have noticed as my sun damaged aged nostrils are being transformed, is that the transformation goes from this really ugly, wrinkled up purplish skin with gaping pores, to this pinkish red colored skin, and then the transformation continues as this pinkish skin is replaced with what looks like brand new baby skin with normal sized pores. I used to worry that my experiment was being ruined, but I now realize that it is impossible to ruin this experiment. You see, what will happen here is that you people are going to be meeting up with me sooner or later and what you are going to see is this weird looking baby skin nose set like a jewel in a surrounding sea of aged fifty year old skin.

Now if you were to hand yourself over completely to be ruled and governed by nothing more than your own instinctive lust, then I would assume that when you consider the total package you will probably want to give me the contemptuous queen wave. Now you might not be as rude as that girl on the bus, and just wave me off discretely, within your own thoughts, but I am quite sure that the total package will generate the instinctive response I am looking for here.

As you follow this instinctive impulse, you might want to pause for a moment of reflection, for there is this red warning flag flapping in your face, in the form of that anomalous baby skinned nose. Once we have got this formality out of the way, and I am offered up to your instinctive judgments, I will then proceed with the remainder of this Living Resurrection, and you will people will be given appointment to come and check me out in a couple of years time, thus proving, yet again, what a difference a few years can make.

Alpha and Beta

That letter writer Paul, who wrote most of those letters in the Bible, was, apparently, according to surviving testimony found in the historical record, a really ugly hunch backed bald headed lame legged beta troll. When you read his letters you are getting the most sour view of human sexuality, as this beta troll letter writer requires that you love him for his ‘inward spirituality', because he doesn't have much else to love, being so very ugly.

When you listen to someone like me, you are getting the opposite perspective, because I have experienced the world as a top Alpha.

Now this causes me a problem, because I represent this top Alpha, and meanwhile there is this really oppressive ugly little beta troll who wants to crush my sexuality and toss a black bed sheet over me. About two weeks ago I was having one of my discussions with my counselors and advisors up above, and I said, ‘surely to God there must be a better solution to this conflict than to have me oppressed by some black bed sheeting tossing troll.' At that moment the craft became very brilliantly luminous for a moment, which means, ‘yes, EMPHATICALLY'.

So, yes, there is a better answer than to have some ugly troll bitterly attacking the attractive alpha, nor should some fortunate alpha be required to become very ‘spiritual' so as to placate the ugly troll. However at the moment I am at a loss as to what the solution to this problem is, for if you resurrect a top alpha, you get a top alpha, but it would seem to me that if you resurrect some lame legged hunch backed ugly troll, you would get a resurrected troll, which does not seem like a real solution to that conflict.

I'm just mention this to let people know that I am not the answer man at this time, and while I have been told that there is most certainly a better solution than to have beta trolls oppressing top alphas, at this time I am not sure what that better solution would be.