Incomprehensible demoralization. Imagine that concept, do it for you. Imagine Hell on earth.
Roses are very cool plants. I have a sister that once said that roses were easy just plant them and do nothing more.
Let us begin with a prayer and an uplift to those still suffering.
Life is not really truly linear. It has valleys and mountains and it has beauty that is unimaginable.
So let this false begotten poor preacher man say a prayer.
If we can love ourselves then we are loved by man. If we cannot we are still loved by God. Either way we are loved and that gives us cause for celebration. Even if all the talk is true and we shall not rest but be in Hell know that we are still loved.
Slip not into the despair but look for the staircase out of the dungeon you have created for yourself. May you find that power that lifts you from that despair. And may you find it now and here.
So the title is incomprehensible demoralization and yet I write of hope.
How screwed up is this. A hub about horror yet it speaks of peace and love and finding a light in a darkened world.
99.9% of you will never realize incomprehensible demoralization.
So I am going to bitch slap your raggedy taggity asses.
Love conquers and is the only cure for the disease of hell on earth.
I think I have been to all these places and found love in each one, but I was looking for it.
So let us look at a world of doom.
There is a place and a space normally reserved soldiers, addicts, alcoholics and manic depressives. It brings the author pause to even speak of such horrors and you are reminded that it is incomprehensible.
There was a man burnt all over his body and in grave pain. The pain itself was easily enough to give him a heart attack of terminal proportions. But he had hope. And he had love. Then the doctor came to him and said no longer could he have visitors because of the risk of infection. He still felt the love of prayers. And he knew he was getting better.
Then a dark angel came and took away the prayers and love of others and the doctor told him he would get a little bit well but that it would all happen again and then again and again.There was no hope of the agony ending and there was no hope of the love and prayers returning.
And now take the scenario and make the burning of flesh, self inflicted and the separation from love self imposed. And make it so the person cannot stop inflicting this agony on themselves no matter how hard they try. And now make each burning worse than the burning before and each possible prayer further and further away.
That is as close to incomprehensible demoralization that the author can come, Yet it is still not enough to explain the pain. There is simply no human way out that psychologists or psychiatrists or doctors can come up with.
Very interesting reading is in a book and in chapter of Luke
26 They sailed to the region of the Gerasenes,[a] which is across the lake from Galilee.27 When Jesus stepped ashore, he was met by a demon-possessed man from the town. For a long time this man had not worn clothes or lived in a house, but had lived in the tombs.28 When he saw Jesus, he cried out and fell at his feet, shouting at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, don’t torture me!”29 For Jesus had commanded the impure spirit to come out of the man. Many times it had seized him, and though he was chained hand and foot and kept under guard, he had broken his chains and had been driven by the demon into solitary places.
30 Jesus asked him, “What is your name?”
“Legion,” he replied, because many demons had gone into him. 31 And they begged Jesus repeatedly not to order them to go into the Abyss.
32 A large herd of pigs was feeding there on the hillside. The demons begged Jesus to let them go into the pigs, and he gave them permission. 33 When the demons came out of the man, they went into the pigs, and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and was drowned.
Personally the author has lived in those tombs, yet at the same time surrounded by plenty.
Easy does it. We just should not dwell in that bad spot for long.
Despair is such an easy word to say and yet such a hateful place to be. Pain, we can deal with. Heart ache we can deal with. Loss we can deal with.
But we cannot deal with loss of hope. We have seen people deal with loss of love from others and they learn to love themselves. And that works until they learn again to be loved. But to lose hope is incomprehensible.
My good buddies who are Apache and Mexican or indigenous decent have a word that works in both languages and I have no idea how to spell it out but it sounds like Esperanza. I think it is now modernized to a name of a person. It really is a combo bombo of Hope and dreams. You take that crap away from a person and if they are not devastated they are psychotic masochistic.
Normally a person who cares about life and others and themselves will be in hell.. .
Unto each life fall must fall.
A poll to check in on your self.
Do you feel that you have control?
Does that make us crazy ----- possibly, but together we are sane.
Yahoo, there is a remedy here on earth.
Really there are ways to cure this hell on earth. We do reckon that still being on earth and hell is cool because you can fix it. Well not really. But it can be fixed. Just go ahead and admit that you are not so bad assed. And then slow down and think that it is possible that there is power that is bad assed. And that this power can beat down that demon. And that this power can indeed help you to stop burning your own self.
Get it that you when repeatedly burning yourself have lost control. Hi hihihi, you ain't never did have it in the first place. We know that even though you do not because we are the people that you done burned along with your own selfish butt. Do not be worrying about that right now. Your job today, if by my description you believe I know what I am talking about, is to give it up.
Oh yes baby that incomprehensible demoralization can only come about when you are the boss. (or maybe your wife -- but that is a different story '-) The point being is that we can not raise our selves up sometimes. We have to let go and let whatever.
Now I will leave you with some loving, cuz that is what I do. You are a %@&# up. But you are never going to be as bad as me. Why you ask with shock? Here is why. Because I just planted a seed of hope in you, that you will never need to lose like I have. See there, unlike the burn victim you are loved and I have hope for you and your loved ones and I damn sure am not going anywhere no matter incomprehensibly demoralized ya'll think it is.
Now just give me a baby Amen for those who still suffer.