Sin

 

What is sin? People use it as a verb, so is it an action? Jesus said we were born in it, so is it a place or something like water or the air? I used to describe it as something like the atmosphere. We’re surrounded by it, engulfed.

Now I would describe it as more of a state of being. Like the natural universe is governed by laws. Everything in the known universe is bound by the physics of its reality. Trees, bugs, photosynthesis and even Time cannot escape the laws of nature and neither can we. But we have a lifeline thrown to us. The hand of Christ reaches out to pull us into what lies beyond this material existence, into the supernatural.

Sin is “here”. We are in it because we exist here in the natural universe. Used as a verb it simply means to do what comes naturally while in this state of being. So “don’t sin” is saying not to become attached to this place. It is fleeting and temporary. Work yourself up to eternal life, prepare now! Don’t do the things that will tie you to this world because, one can only assume, that it will drag you down when you are there, in Paradise.

"Seven and four aren't always eleven and sometimes I think whoever wrote the script for tomorrow didn't bury yesterday deep enough to abate the ghosts"

                                                                        -Craig James Ackerman

 

The Smell

 Throughout my time in this world one of the constants has been certainty of the future. Not certain what that future might turn out to be, of course, but rather it would simply come to be. The world and the societies that mankind has constructed and nurtured would still exist in a decade or a millennia or tomorrow. That certainty is gone. It has been replaced by something akin to a foul stench. 

The world now seems to be rolling towards its' finality. I'm pretty sure the earth will remain but the great human civilization will be wiped out and the remnants will be left to start over. The madness of this reality is growing exponentially. People as a collective seem to have lost their minds. This is not my singular observation, everyone feels it. When Agent Smith is talking to Morpheus and says the thing that he hates the most is the smell...I get it.

We can light little candles ,like watching a movie or listen to some music, but behind the cover up the stink persists'. We can only distract ourselves and even then we know the smell will be there when the credits roll. Fight off the crazy as long as you can but in the end crazy is what's gonna bring the whole experiment crashing down.

Politics As Usual

 I will not pick a side. As it stands we have a "projected winner" and accusations of fraud. This is what the people pulling the strings want, more division. For 4 years we have seen divisiveness like never before. So many angles, sides, truths and opinions based on headlines, blurbs and memes.

 Know this: when the civil war, revolution, or whatever you want to call it, starts we will certainly tear each other apart. And guess where your political candidate will be...? They will be with their puppeteers sitting in their ivory towers having a good laugh.

 This is where hate has gotten us. It has brought us to the brink of annihilation. Not hate from one side or the other. Just hate. I choose not to. I choose to do my best to love everyone and even though that may sound like a trite platitude I'm gonna hang on to it and brace myself for the turbulence ahead.

Reason Evolved So That it Wouldn't Have to Exist

 The universe is absolutely perfect. Every system within a system is a complexity that baffles and astounds those that would ponder it. From the universe itself to the smallest of particles each system exists as it must to work in a perfect symphony which is our reality.

It's no wonder that the father of lies would come up with its complete opposite as a means to explain it. The big bang, the totally freak accident that just kinda happened for no reason. It has no alpha or omega either, how quaint. Just look at all the systems within ourselves. The complexity of the human eye, for example, and the brain that works in unison with it are not just merely the result of chance circumstances. Nature itself is too perfect to be random, too connected to be scattered and definitely too common to be an accident.

The fact is that people believe that crap because it's what they've been told since childhood. A lie so deeply ingrained into us that when presented with logical evidence to the contrary it is met with strict objection. Common sense easily ends the debate but that to has been seemingly evolved into nothingness. Our feelings, we are taught, cannot be trusted. The bonds that unite us are mere extensions of our own ego, says the heathen elite. But alas God is not hidden and cannot be denied for long. The older we get the clearer He becomes.

Lucifer Rising

There's a strange vibration in the air? It's noticed in the grocery store. Talked about on social media. Dealt with in the streets. "Nothing is Normal any more" is the scuttlebutt we here every day or, " I just want things to go back to the way they used to be"... ad nauseam! This is it though. The culmination of all mankind has done throughout the millennia is coming to a head. Like a boil. 

No matter what side of the political spectrum people may be apart of, they completely reject the opposite side. In the madness of our current time civil discourse has died. The death of civility can only be followed by the fall of civilization itself. As a matter of fact it seems to be teetering now, doesn't it? Almost like the tension is tangible and the slightest misstep will cause our mighty empires to come crashing down around us. It's about time.

Just Another Friday Night Poem About Aliens (Poem by Craig James Ackerman)

 Do aliens get broken hearts?

Do they wallow?

Walking through the halls

of the flying saucers with

their heads hung low.

Counting the tiles and

wondering where she was.

Do they yearn?

Write long winded love letters

and put them in empty beer bottles

that they throw into

collapsing black holes

Stare out the windows 

of the spaceship

forlornly at the stars.

Counting their tear drops in light years and

remembering when they were young 

and the sun was still

a beacon of hope.