Rant: in drag on the silver screen

preface:

 https://twitter.com/chadfelixg/status/1665713471193772035?t=QTuuP6TPcss56HohmcP-Tw&s=19

And comments.

Rant in response:

Yes & no. In the comments some one mentions Max Clinger from MASH. . . 

While yes, that's the joke, there's an obvious motivation in hollywood history to make this joke as often as they could get an actor in drag, and only with the stars. It is never a side character. 

So who is the butt of the drag joke really? But it's also an old tradition in show dating back to Shakespeare and further for different reasons. 

Shakespear played it up to satirize his oppressive culture where the art of show was concerned; PT Barnum made the Bearded Lady a standard joke. 

Then there was Vaudville that came creeping into everything show, and from Vaudville came much of Hollywood. So American t.v. & movies of the past don't get such an easy excuse. Their roots have always been politically & morally activist in nature. The joke was never that Bing Crosby made an ugly woman; the joke was on Big Crosby. 

Progressives have always hated the standard of human success and those who became its figureheads. You just never got the real joke because it was never funny. 

It was never about being funny. It was always about upending social norms that create success. And now we are at the end game when you will own nothing, have no rights, and must accept what you thought was a joke in good fun as normal reality and good. 

The con is so much longer than people realize. 

End of rant.

Strange

100% certain that the fabric of our universe is in flux or being effected  in a way that alters reality, history, future, and the passage of time.

I have always struggled with time. I is different for me than everyone I've ever met. Can't explain it but my time is not the same as yours. Time is fluid & erratic. It is not a constant speed or influence. Think of it as the difference betweem whem you are awake vs dreaming to get a sense of what I mean.

That's one factor. Time is moving now more often in the universe as it does in your dreams.

Another factor is multiple realities intertwined as one. You may have a different history than the person next to you, events that never happened etc. Just as in a dream all are true at the same time even when impossible.

People started noticing this years ago and coind the term Mandela effect, for reasons you can look up (maybe?) Another example was Shazam, the blue/gold/black/brown dress, and more.

I've come to believe that all are true. Quantum physics is not a minuscule world that governs only the very small, but in fact governs all matter in the same maner. We just never noticed it before because people have always bickered and fought.

This may well explain UFOs, ghosts, the spiritual realm, false memories, cultural hysterics, the odd things like invention happening around the world in isolation by seperate people at the same time- ideas and culture that seem universal yet independently created.

Could explain a lot about "history." 

It could also explain abilities humans have that we stiffle and relegate to the super natural; things like visions, prophecy, a 6th sense, karma, luck, etc.

All my life I have had visions of future events in my life in dreams. It is as common to me as seeing a blue bird. These events always play out exactly as I've seen them years before, in places I may never have been before that moment. They are just glimpses of reality not yet, exactly portrayed down to every emotion, blade of grass or spec of dust catching sunlight.

I also see something else in my dreams from time to time. Another reality- and pieces of time from it. It is not this earth or these cities, yet they are; not this future or time, but possibly both... it gets very confusing to think on.

All of this leads me to a truth of my existence, and that is that I know nothing that God doesn't allow me to see, and even that is so limites by my mind & body that I only see pieces of it.

Your reality may not be what you think it is. More importantly, it may not be the same as others'.

It's not simulation theory- but I think that idea is part of it all. It's not science fiction or delusion either. The nature of reality is being revealed. Why? Perhaps humans have grown. Or perhaps we are running out of time.

Perhaps God is near us and we are begining to experience the universe in a way we do not comprehend. Perhaps the mortal existence is too limited to see the whole of reality around us, but is still effected by it.

If you read revelations there is a lot of prophecy we can't see existing as we understand the universe to be. But what if what we understand of reality is like the perspective of an ant to our world?

Hold nothing dear but your God. Times are going to become more erratic, more difficult to hold on to this mortal understanding. Tomorrow may be a year away for some, and yesterday for others.

What IS

In life there is far less "good & bad" than we believe. For the most part there is only life, & the vast majority of it is neither good nor bad.

There IS life and there is what goes against life- that which we call sin or "bad."

Secularism teaches us that most of life is bad, something we need to adjust and alter for our temporal well being.

Religions teach us that life IS, and that we need only alter ourselves to align with it eternally.

A cult teaches that life is (note lowercase) but you have no power over it or yourself unless you pay dues to a temporal god, or prophet, or being, or man, or whatever serves the temporal needs of the institution (financially & otherwise.)

So what is "IS" and what is "is" becomes of great concern when seaking life- any life. Neither do you have "control" over, & both require giving yourself to a god.

This is why people choose a secular "life." But life IS, therefore a secular life will always find itself serving a lowercase god or "is." Which creates a secular "is" for the purpose of controlling it; because if there is no God life becomes something of one's own making. IS becomes I.

So life is 1 of 3 things: it IS, it is, or it's I.

This all gets confusing so most people replace "is" & "IS" with other things, good, bad, etc. And because vanity rules the self "I" becomes either "i" or "they, them, etc."

Because secularism is a mirror. It can only elevate one's self or reflect the lack of others. To the secular vision there is no mirror- they cannot see what IS- to them there is the image in the mirror and/or the world in the mirror, but never what is behind the mirror or what is in the other room.

Seeing what IS (by now you should recognize the capital is as acknowledgment of God, capital) becomes crucial for any soul seeking answers of their existence.

Seeing what "is" (lowercase) requires only what is easiest, and often leads one to outsource their life to another force; do what it requires and it provides what it can. 

"I" requires a denial of all things outside what one desires to be. And "i" is a surrender to all the other "I" & "is" perspectives of the temporal world; it is a hopeless compliance to what "is" with no acknowledgment of what "IS" life.

So what is life?

It is a plan. Following the plan of life brings further life, and life beyond life. Going against it brings despair; doing so we call "bad" or "sin," but these words are temporal aproximations of their meaning.

What IS is life eternal. What "is" is whatever you can muster before you die.

Most of us live a combination of "life is," life IS," & "i or I" want existence.

But there is only one existence, and it is eternal. Live for more than the life in the mirror; whether it's the image you see, that mysterious world of the other you, or the desire of what may be in those other rooms, it is all an illusion.

Coming

There will come a time when the wise will grow tired of explaining and all who will hear will have heard. That time is close.

And in that time there will be no justice, no forgiveness, no unity of peoples. The wise will go quietly because there will be no words that haven't already been spoken.

There will be no pretence or hidden places. The judged will be met with judgement where ever they find themselves, their hidden spaces revealed, their sactuaries destroyed. The righteous and wicked alike.

Jesus is coming

Jesus is coming soon. Be worthy of his grace.

That's not a condemnation, it's a prayer from one sinner to the next, to those who have ears to hear.

I doubt my own value to Him every single day as I prove my level of faith. It is small- so small that I forget that he has called me.

I forget because of the pressures of this life and my shortcomings to the world. I forget because I live in and of the world instead of in and of the gospel of Jesus.

I fail daily to recognize Him and his miracles. I fail daily to thank Him for  the blessings I recieve. I fail daily at having faith in Him and following the pathways he puts before me.

Most days I would rather have faith in myself. I'd rather carve my own path and destiny as this world tells me is noble and prized. I want to be remembered... I want to be known, to be validated in my deeds and achievements.

But who will validate me more than Him? Who sees me better for my deeds than the Lord? And who will remember me more than God?

And who else will see beyond my sin to that potential he created, and draw it out to its fullest? Surely not this world. And surely not I alone who fails so often to even know it.

The Lord is coming. I would rather  He only know my name and be pleased with me, than to have fame in a world that cannot see that I was created for His purpose and with great potential beyond this life.

Adam was a vegitarian

Little know fact: Adam (the first mam) and everyone until Noah was a vegetarian (probably vegan other than the sacrifices) by God's command. They also live a very long time.

It wasn't until after the flood, a litteral batism of the earth, that mankind was then commanded to eat animals. People started dying much younger.

People think liberals are, well, crazy- that all these fads and modern mind viruses are sourced of evil, or at least not of God and the natural order of things.

I believe we live in a time when God's most valiant children are being born and walk the earth. I believe their instincts are tuned to a higher state of living, a time closer to that garden paradise when meat was fruits & vegitables not rabbits & cows.

Yet, we live in this earth. We live on a planet changed by the flood, a lesser world than before- a more temporal, mortal earth; a earth not only subject to human rule but also to the imfluences & whims of living demons. All under God's law & supervision. 

The highest form of this earth proved to be too unsuited for even the first man; the second too unsuited for his decendents who grew ripe with pride in their own ways.

And so, for many generations, humans lived in a world that proved worse than them; to keep them in their place as a constant reminder to need God, to love God, and to depend on his law and order to survive.

Today we yearn for an old world. We long to rule over earth as did those first generations of Adam. In fact we might even have brought to pass that same state of being as we build greater cities & technologies; as we propell ourselves into space & reach for new planets & new horizons of mind, spirit, & body.

It only stands to reason that as we push forward to new hights as a species, as we reach levels of arogance and hubris achievements as no generation has before, that we as a species will also reach closer to God and that long lost paradise of Eden. As we do we inevitably sense the order of God under which those things once existed here on earth. Thus the drive to live by higher commandments given to generations of the past, especially for those whose spirits are more enclined to live by them. 

But we must not forget that in this world there are demons who pervert all that is, was, and will be good. Humans have conquered the world that once threatened our very survival here and have forsaken the demons that used to rule the unfavored. 

But today, as we threaten by our very virtue to bring about a transformation of the world to an older and higher order of God, those demons are threatened by us. They are snakes backed into the corners of our past, and are lashing out violently at all truths. They corrupt the will & intuition of valiant souls. They plant seeds in liberal minds that grow to consume or smother genuine virtues.

Do not forsake them. These are the valiant sons amd daughters of God.  It would be a terrible misstep of believers to cast off those who fall into disarray in their lives while seeking a higher order of God's law because we do not fully understand or accept the force behind that drive. We should be fighting demons not eachother. 

So how to fight demons off? We easy: truth. You might think that acknowledging that Adam was probably a vegan and definately a vegitarian to be a trivial issue. "So what?" You might say, dismissively. But to do so is to dismiss a simple truth of our history, prupose, and the commandments of God. Woe unto those that dismiss even the smallest of truths, for truth is the law of God.

We have lost so many simple truths. Corrupting truth is how demons gain power. The math is simple: the further from truth we become the further from God, and thus susceptible to the influence of evil; and the liberal mind by virtue of its openness should be mindful of this principle. When you lose even the slightest grip of what is true you begin to separate yourself from God.

As humanity strives to reach beyond our stewardship we must cling to even the smallest of truths.

Free Association 2019

Free association journal 2/20/2019 spellchecked only edit and additions in italics

Things I wanted to do in life were... school. Ironic. FBI investigator, after a long career in the military, army rangers. I also wanted to be a Texas ranger or move to the Australian outback. Later in life I started wanting to be a writer and an actor, or musician. Lately I am getting into the idea of broadcasting but I am very discouraged because everything takes so much crappy college to get a job for and I just don't see how I could get a job in that industry. But I am going to go ahead with my podcasting anyway and just do it. Maybe I'll get discovered after a while and who knows.... I still like doing the framing stuff, but the prospects of that being any kind of meaningful or fulfilling career seem to be gone. Which sucks because I have built this shop in the basement for woodworking and stuff but now have no desire to go down there. Maybe some of that will change when the weather gets warmer and I don't feel so crappy all the time. But somethings got to give. I am broke and have no prospects of employment at the time. I can't imagine what full-time job might exist out there that I can actually do- and its hard enough to find a part time job that will even call me for an interview- outside of fast-food- but I don't apply to those places because I've gone through all that before. They simply aren't looking for 37 yr old men who don't want to be managers or assistant managers.... and why would anybody want that? They pay dick and the hours suck and there is zero room for an expanding mind. I'd wash out in a matter of weeks, if that. I'm not above the work. But I am above the bullshit. A job needs to be less stressful than not having one. That's the code I apply. Today I am writing I guess. This stupid free association crap. And it is crap.

So far in y life I've been able to act on stage, perform music at an open mic, write and record my own music and songs, and reach people across the globe with my blog... the army turned me down I think six different times. College was a bust. FBI simply isn't going to happen, ever. And it's all very depressing on a daily basis. I'm kinda surprised I keep my head above water as much as I do. That said, I haven't always. There was that one time I tried to kill myself. But I will never go back there. The self pity and pettiness simple is beneath me. I'd fulfill my oldest and dearest dream of being a hobo before I let myself wallow in that kind of stupidity again. But it is getting really hard not having a career to identify with as my place in this modern world- a place I have chosen to really try to stay in- mainly because I have people I love who I just won't abandon. I think God set this all up and has kept me from doing that anyway. Every time I felt I was prepared, mentally, and in terms of supplies, to hit the road and live out my dream- something came up. A girl, a job, my mom buying this house. Big things that presented opportunities that I couldn't ignore- even if they kept me further committed to a way of life that I just don't get, haven't been prepared for, and feel wholly inadequately educated or provisioned. Nonetheless, here I am- wonderful wife, little dog, our own space, and time enough to finally figure something out if I can just keep my head a little higher, for a little longer each day. I don't deserve any of this. I can only assume that these blessings of fate and good fortune are for some grater purpose, and what ever I figure out to do, will be the means by which it comes to fruition.

Idk if it's a memoir or a book or a podcast, or something else. I can't explain my newfound interest with politics, or broadcasting or any of it. All I know is that my mind goes from one mode to another and I just follow it because its interesting. Maybe I'm just wasting my time. Maybe I'm just putting in the hours toward something final. I don't know. What I do know is that the deeper I get into these things the more I come up against more finely tuned and prepared minds- more so than I've ever experienced in my life. I'm quite used to people either not understanding my points and ignoring it, or thinking I was smarter than I was and not having the courage to challenge me. But now I seem to get challenged on everything everywhere, and I'm finding myself ill prepared at times to back up some of my more abstract ideas- it's like an exam. I've been absorbing so much for so long, without having ever put it out anywhere, or organizing it in any way, and now I am expected to have a formal thesis and foot notes on every little thing. It's great in a way, because I enjoy having my ideas challenged, and having to work them all out. Its also terrifying because the world today seems to have no tolerance for mistakes or malformed ideas of the unlearned. And I am about the most unlearned person out here. I never went to high school. Never went to junior high. Didn't finish the fifth grade. In fact I can only remember for sure that I finished out kindergarten in the same class that I started, and maybe the 3rd grade. Idk if I finished out the 1st or second year- I'm sure I did, but probably not in the same schools. And the 4th grade I know I started in one school and finished in another. We seemed to move every summer back then. And by the time I started the fifth grade, we were moving again. I guess my parents finally just gave up pretending to care about school and that point, because I never saw the inside of another school building until I was 22 and trying to get my GED so I could go to a college.

I could have been so many other things than just a forgettable blip or stat with the way I was brought up. I think my faith and heart saved me from making all the mistakes that a typical teen would have made. Beside that I was always anti-social, and was often fine with just being alone and hearing the birds chirp or the wind blow. If I were a people person, or really had all the social training to think that I was supposed to be one, I might have taken a darker path at times. But as fate would have it, my faith in God, and my general sense of pure life always showed me plainly when a bad decision was in my path. I ran from them. Of course that instinct to run away from confrontation or conflict went a little too far at times. I've quit more jobs than I can remember because of anxiety, or simple embarrassment. I never handled those things well. I was never taught how. Not until I was in my twenties, suicidal, and under the pressure of the world to be normal or productive member of society. I had no idea that I had learning disabilities until I was probably 27. I remember learning what dyslexia was from Jay Leno on the Tonight Show and realizing that was probably why I struggled to read or do math. Numbers and letters floating around on the page was one thing- I knew I had that in common with my father- but I didn't know it was a thing. I didn't know it was connected to that other thing that made me read a sentence ten times over again before I realized that I am reading the words out of order. I didn't know why my letters sometimes came out wrong. Not until I was 27.

I didn't know anything about autism either. I'd never heard of Asperger. ADD and ADHD was something that those “crazy” kids had that was probably a made up thing to make bad parents feel better, and sedate their children. When I was in therapy for my anxiety my therapist suggested Asperger might fit the bill. It was outside of his arena and I don't fault him for not making a better case at the time- but at the time I didn't see the value in pursuing that sort of inquiry. The whole thing scared me a bit. I still had hopes of getting in the military and all I knew of Asperger was that it was a form of autism, and I was not autistic- those people were handicapped. I had known a few people with Asperger and they could barely function. They didn't speak well, they weren't' smart. They lived on welfare, made poor life decisions and generally just seemed less capable than me. All I had was anxiety. Sure, my anxiety made me curl up in a ball and shake or cry.... it made me put my hands up to my face and lose composure... it made me lose the ability to control my arms and body as they begin to sway, with slight tremors- not unlike a Parkinson patient- and ultimately leaves me sitting on the floor with my knees tightly up to my chest because my stomach aches as I fight a nearly overwhelming urge to stab it. But that was just anxiety to me. I was always like that. I've had it since I was a boy. But my therapist only knew what I told him. And at the time I couldn't bare the embarrassment of telling anyone what I was going through on a daily basis. In my mind it seemed like there was me, and then this other thing that pushed me out and shut my mind and body down. It was terrifying and I thought I was crazy. I just knew that the anxiety was the source, and the better I could learn to fight the anxiety or stop it from snowballing the better chance I had of actually being me for a day.

Truth be told, I don't know how much more I can take in life without a break. And I don't know how to go forward from here without just dodging around it like I always have, reducing stress and limiting social expectations... but I have ambitions. I want to do more than simply exist or survive. I want to engage. I want to challenge and be challenged. I want to be free of this tether that binds me. I just don't know how that's going to happen.

(my apologies if this is harder to read than usual, but i am not going to make a habit of editing or censoring these journal entries. Thanks for reading.)