In peace the profit. Denying the shelter from each storm my heart is forced to hunker. This is not a covenant of self-reliance but granted by belief upon those things beyond my own doing, trying or reckoning. Trust when earned allots for unfettered actions, especially those which frighten to raise awareness of momentum and importance. what deadline or overwhelming force may be welcomed without some dependence upon powers willing and able to defer or stops its impact? What then is salvation without deliverance from all the aspects that transcend personal capacity for control?

Loving because that is the purpose of my making. Not a process of counsel, sound advice or criticism but the love which accompanies a true desire to listen. Having known in belief that the changes will be made, regardless of observation at a time and method beyond my own kindling. How can I love them the way that I would want to be loved without having been acquainted with that experience of having been sufficiently loved myself? This process entails sharing all that we have already been given, having emptied ourselves of self to accommodate the filling of Spirit’s characteristic power and presence.

That elucidates the need for diminution. As the expectant lead of my life perpetuated in the self or ego realizes there is no pathway from here to the hereafter through self-perpetuated or deployed means the immediate retreat to self-deprecation ensues. Having been conveyed to the cross for payment, my flesh died the death that my sin earned that I may be freed from the second death. I perished on Calvary, thankfully renewed to live a life emptied of this palsy having been filled by choice and calling with the PERSON of the Holy Spirit. You may call Him Ghost but that fails to recognize His Divinity and feelings. As to quench HIS participation is a prohibitive action.

Now I live in joy, not my own joy of receiving those things I am after but having received , but the joy of knowledge in coming promise of eternal life through glorification of the Saints before Christ Jesus. Those things which I can neither imagine nor describe are ironically the things upon which I depend most. I don’t know what is coming yet in that Trust I am more robustly and completely fulfilled than through the realization of all my own intention or objective. this is Grace, to have this second chance and this opportunity guided and driven by God’s direction, power and imagination. More than making up for any deficiency my inadequacy proffered.

I am blessed to have so many to love and provide assistance. This is no torture this world where God has given all these wonderful examples of talent, treasure, emotion and promise for me to know and love. Yes, there are those moments that test and try, but how else do humans improve without the fodder for overcoming. This world is not the calamity of victimization and sadness they would have us account, but rather a serious pile of obstacles begging to be adapted, endured and eclipsed. What then shall I offer when asked to give my dismal review? Well, that we count it joy that the Holy Spirit may show the lesson behind each monster, mystery or golem.

People are troubling at times when I am unprepared or ill equipped to make the necessary revisions to my own character and game in order to understand their perspective and adjust. This is after all about working out my transitions in life with God’s assistance and power to become the man He intended me to be. Losing my thoughts or hope in the fray, remaining discontent, anxious, exasperated or in disappointment because God’s world does not match up with my expectations and smooth sailing is a good thing. For when I have been lost long enough in my own power and confusion then I do what God wants me to do and cry out to Him in dependence, worship, love and a desire to be transformed.

Not every episode in this awesome opportunity is going to meet my scripting. Perhaps, when freed of this false consideration or expectation I may consequently realize that it leads to outcomes greater than those which I would have written. Who knows I may ever meet some people that are dynamically attracted to or complimentary to my character and chemistry? Look this has been tough in my inadequate state of dependence and reliance upon God. As I sought for years to do it myself what I found is that I continue with the same hammer on different nails with the same coupling intention of failed imagination. It has been a wonderful process of maturing in God’s direction and guidance to see that I may achieve the impossible, even the transformation of my mind through God’s assistance and intervention.

What I especially like are those things which are unexpected, the curve balls that demonstrate God’s confidence in my ability to grow and achieve through changed perspective, talent and long suffering. This is not the end of my life but the training ground for my real life that comes hereafter. Why then should any of this damper that apprehensive hope of those things, places, seasons and tests yet to come. No, I do not expect to go into laziness but rest. The rest that will be provided as I live out my eternity with the Prince of Peace in an environment that reflects His power to do away with Sin and wickedness forever. Of the things to look forward to, sitting with Him listening to His imagination or perspective will by far be a greater gift than I could ever achieve in a string of my own assets, time, treasures and life lived for self. I do so trust Him and thank Him for these trials hoping that I please my Father at each opportunity to obey His commands.

A call to life beyond the stars, why Jupiter, Mars and Neptune too close, too soon. Days of night hidden deep, why sleep and dream seldom seem in daylight’s mission creep. Where worse and oft are never seen having been forgotten, replaced by fat and tender lean. What types and season absent sign find their promise to misalign. In dwelt he felt this prison dreary of their intent and love his mind quite leery. To loft and sight beyond the rim stolen light and ring from him. Given gain and losing sight beset and grounded to miserable plight. Rampart run and shadow’s flushed painted deep and lightly brushed. In swell the seas our waves retreat having hope on Mercy Seat. To judgment I reluctant not regarding days that time forgot.

Remiss at best his meek request to see the land beyond the rise, wearing crowns of scope and size. To prize befit an autumn lass with thoughts of frill and shiny brass. What lad has won shall soon be lost into this ring the brutal tossed. Each welp a youth or brigand born some shoes made fine and others worn, some sheared of beard some hearts be torn. To risk and mirth and pride they dance, knowing now their only chance to taste the sweet fest and romance pine to be alone we must incline. Where to now and when and how at this the stagehand took his bow. To breast and keep our minds find rest knowing that we’ve done the best. My bucklers rust and chestnut corn the breeches Dad had never worn to kiss the rose and regret the thorn to grass and stone we all must mourn.

Love then fear then toast then tear charming ears for another year. Some gone and come some scheduled song, few would ever be around that long. And Bride to night the light dost keep through secret tunnel and dungeon’s deep. To flight the way of august bird sounding pitch and memory heard. To court and priest the whispered few sleeping sound across the pew. The thatch of roof and rain be swept now must we go to where it’s kept? And fight with ghosts or spirits spread to some breathe life even after dead. What guest has peered beyond the page to read the script and reach the stage? Oh, to this lovely land be raised, I will see the one so often praised.

What is this seemingly irrational push to bring about AGI (Artificial General Intelligence)? Though even the transhumanist pundits warn as do the tech gurus that we do not yet understand the implications of the scientific explosion they are running headlong into its discovery. Are there wisdoms beyond that of human understanding, especially those with the power to compel remotely our embrace of things that would potentially lead to our short-order demise? To what benefit would these compelling voices want AI now as opposed to years from now when we have better; gauged, understood and prepared for the unexpected outcomes?

What is artificial general intelligence and why is it potentially hazardous to the human race? Artificial general intelligence (AGI) is a theoretical form of AI where a machine would have an intelligence equaled to humans AGI would have the ability to perceive, learn, and carry out intellectual tasks in a range of domains, such as natural language processing, reasoning, planning, and knowledge representation  AGI would also have a self-aware consciousness and the ability to mimic human behavior and thought processes. Bing.com and from https://www.ibm.com/topics/artificial-intelligence

Typical of the human species our leaders claim we need to discover AGI to stay ahead of our enemies or to save the human race from extinction. The same arguments used for nuclear power yet most nations have prohibited the use of that power not having the technology or power themselves to control the implications. When will we as a people, not just an elite monarchy, accept the dire potentiality of this discovery and put on the brakes before it is too late. For example; what if a machine decides in its awareness that humans are a danger to its continued existence? What will they do and what will we do about wha they do?

Evidence of this real potential is the race by big tech companies to own every database of knowledge and those platforms where people would be educated to these dangers or those social platforms where this discovery may be rightly questioned? Google has recently bought WordPress, this platform on which I have had such a questioning blog for almost 13 years. Will this purchase soon end my inquiry? What happens to humanity when they discover AGI and it decides we don’t need to know?

I am going to discuss the Christian perspective of this information on Zoom, another platform owned by Big Tech in this case Chinese big tech.

Left to the forget me nots and moments shaded with indelible blacks. The backsides of horse mount and acidic angers spewing hostility for all gone against grain. These are not the proper conclusions and assumptions of the doubtful. Despised by few but know not of many. What lot may we count ourselves acquainted? In pauses just before dawn the stabbing agony of justice asked questions and provided answers beyond our reckon. For we were lost outside of time, having forgotten the boundaries to which he warned us beckon.

For what once admired, perhaps even entertained in celebration, we are now contained by imagination and extemporaneous suggestion. So painful the tribal rigidity with which we must appropriate lost reason. Seemingly forgiven our standing pronounced in scare hope and laughter, we left the stage with no warning unannounced to engagement and equipping. Our last resolve spent freely to purchase more lilacs of yonder planting. What frequents our prideful entry but the half-paid bills of love and barely bothered? We argued but lost the attention of those who sought the global.

Leprosy of righteous indignation, in half sown fields of mooring to the filth of good man’s thinking. Dismissed by all but those warned of being boring. Digging deep to find the pilons attached to Earth’s crusty core. We forget to live for moments and dine in everlasting, knowing the extended machinations of time beyond the rainbow. What gifted few leave go to envy’s finger? Testing tongues absent the acrid shame of caustic fire. Vessels tamed and shelters forgone to stand the grounds of battles freshening. Take heed or dance with night’s wisdom as the light requires freedom. In half spilt mass and gravity’s failing the world’s topsy turvy. Leaping less than apropos we found our way to midnight then wandered into sleepy dreams at the west of infinity’s curvaton.

The leaves and shoulders bearing burdens and skin so soft in shame and victory. Beauty’s cursing rhymes of love and august planting. Forgone harvest and shelves so amply loaded. The youth of purchased planning found execution in laughter and finality in song. What tepid mercy expected for so long-awaited sounding? The time is dawn and the reason or excuse given gone by the passing of judgment’s missive. Into leagues of wind and change folding the days to reach yesterday having mastered the temperament of curves. We shall not mark the march to distant fields of forgotten or traded pleasure, but plant anew with platinum understanding the years of things yet ventured.

To heart, my mind compelled. To the breach of lost love, the horrible fire of ignitable wound. Found in flight from a career of anticipatory egress. What worth in random footfall, contained by friction in the glue found upon boot bottom. Infrequent measure of categorical hurt, suffering from nothing but as broken reality of unrealized expectation or dream. Resolved, transfixed in consultation with time’s imaginary replay. Hoping, no pleading with the offset version to recount a different end. To locate absent mercy.

These are not the bricks of proper passage, but the wobbling truncheons of ill fed objectives. Infrequent yet plausible calls and cries for freedom. Emancipation from the unwanted awakening associated with finding that which you hoped pleasantly to avoid. How aware the fellow walking in trance of his own healing. Imaginary security reflected in flesh and bone bruised as the echo of a heart forgotten or ashamed. What loft shall tall wind give? What reason shall present as laudable example to feed the fires of future restoration? How comic our resolve.

No dance to partner promised. No home to haunting. No daylight to garden given. Lost depth in recorded pleasure, no feast of holiday welcome. Left alone ringing bells and knocking only to find the ignorance in being ignored. Scoundrels’ folly of dreams not so often surveyed. No analysis in irony resplendent. This the shame of candid song, found in wishes or luck neglecting the honesty of the divine. What day shall man make whole himself? What night shall mirth once again be given resting? No connection in reflection.

The currents flowing round the rolling streets of dread and doom. As gloom threatens the wellsprings of life. Forgotten the curled smiles and cheer found in the power of joy’s recovery. We are not lost but found by the amazing grace of remembered wisdom. To taunt or fret whispered angers or passions yet visited. These are days of longer nights. The future coaxed from corners encircled. This is the pleasure of even vile existence that it is ventured to a place unknown. Some fear, some rejoice, some walk quizzically in haphazard wander, but few will ever give up the chance to feel. Whether pleasure or pain the dance, romance or war are the reason breath be given all.

In Pain for this nation I’ve loved so long. Not the self promotion or longing for something that has gone missing, but the grievous acceptance of a decision to depart. Leaving all that is safe, logical and historically sound for less empirically travelled theories and philosophies of those who chase gambit by laying in wait. Leading the few the solemn the hopeful into the quagmire and fast waters of possibility, when their destination assured. Gone nor to fill my pining upon return but the hard pressed, reason lacking arguments of children. Maturity absent and leaders in short supply, especially them who preach justice we followed in disregard of warning, knowledge and humility.

These things so mysteriously gone but in remorse absent penitence we refuse to admit nor accept the answer to our own self created nightmare. We’ve known that this was coming, yet worse we knew or used to know the method of retrieval. having forgotten the price of dancing, humility and courage in admission we are left bereft of freedom and forgetfulness and pride resistant to its commandeering. We are not the product of good genes and prosperous planning but the gambling of less accurate understanding. Men who through largesse would be made markers in historical annal. What does that make men who choose their own plunder, who give up all that is righteous, true and forgiving to make their own stain upon humanity’s driftwood of time?

Unwilling in acceptance of our own constructed fate, we stand unimpressed by the whispers and offers of stability. Instead we moor our vessels to chaos as the waters of time lead headlong to the edge of reality. Precipitous, the leap from plateaus not meant for wishing. Our story one of foolishness shall be told to remind youth of the roads unsubstantiated by evidence and reward. We have eschewed our great wealth, having forgotten the priceless pearl of wisdom buried in the back forty. Pawned our treasures for the smell of leather and candy mixed with blood. Ours are not the wise musings of men and women destined for greatness, but the less than mindful pursuits of those who hold sin in promise and loam as good ground. We shall dispense with pleasantries as they appear full of sand and grit as they are stirred around by our wicked tongues.

What is holy and pure? What memories of finer things draw fresh within our lobes or recall fondly against our softened hearts? There is no glory such as these. There are no reminders of innocence to pleasure our dilemma. We are hard as packed soil, forgotten the plow, nary aware of seed and water, absent the fertilizing health of vitamins, song and weather. We are the twice dead, plucked up, having no moisture at dawn facing the rising and merciless Sun. We may mount no effort of edification and prefer to slur, slander and criticize. For we have forgotten what we knew of love. We have dismissed the possibility of summer rain and committed ourselves to the savage hunt of the few last gasps of self effacing pleasure. We are best forgotten, for we have done the same to all that is good or worthy of recovery.

Why walk away in fear. When price is paid, safety found to build upon a universe in hope. Unashamed of my loss and fame, futures transformed by wisdom intrinsic to a perspective beyond definition. Impractical understanding set free from primary engines and diplomacy. Escape no longer necessary as the exit signs dismissed. No longer along for the ride but life found in the center of commitment to embracing change. Gone the quest to remain behind cardboard shroud maintenance.

I am no safe harbor for those seeking absence of law and will. No lonely island providing fruits and sustenance for them who believe separation somehow refreshing. Inclusion preferred not symbiosis but cooperative adherence to principle beyond the simple pursuits of lusts incumbent men. The fiery flames of eternity lighting the way through bent space and tunnels in time. How thoughtful the maker giving space to allegiance in choosing.

We are not the leaders and holders of preference but observant participants in the fabric of law and life. What dreams portray, what hope embodies, what joy transform from reticence to probability we find as umbered hearts. Infrequent the chance meeting rather having been scheduled upon the massive slate of sovereign scribbling. Found treasures of measure beyond filament, casting no shadow blended into real. We scramble for entry having left behind reason, emotion and cause for desirous departure.

Walking hand in hand together witnessing all purpose, reason and atomic decision. Bounded by the borders of banded universe where time stands observer. What is death but carbon storage or refuse of chemistry and calculus. Forgotten analysis and analytic no longer longing unholy measure of capacity, performance and legacy. Songs beyond the power of dance and sway but made to kindle or spark the brilliant mosaic of being. In his pious interrogatory of existence, we see the simplicity of spectrum’s pause. Reflecting the loss of ambiguity in the gravity surrounding events and horizons. All things are apparent in the glue of everlasting relation.

Remember the days when worry was your last concern? What is peace but that framework that sustains one’s mind in the moments of chaos or embraces the lack of same? To where do we proceed into an unhopeful future attained by ideals, philosophies and wishes of incumbent morality and the history of mankind? What have we produced as men that is so objectively rewarding? To what manner of elevated performance have we manifested those good things of man? What is the status of Peaceful mankind? As travesty walks, we applaud him in his orange apparel proclaiming him pedestal man, hero of a twisted nation?

Whose counsel have we accepted and inured? Our children have split, fractured or warped perspective born of sciences who know not yet how to bend space and time, yet are thoroughly ministered in defense of destroyed innocence. When have we proclaimed ourselves beyond introspection, criticism and truthful comparison to the things of this dimension? When do the laws of physics fail in application to the geography and gravity of this worlds’ subject? To what have we esteemed? To what objective do we attend? To what fanciful reason do we apply our thinking if it fails to match the wisdom in God’s Word, history and empirical truth?

I hold in mind the giggles of children unrestrained and unmolested by the brutalities of men’s mind. What is their purpose in this world and do they serve the Creator’s Glory or the machinations of bullies in subjection to cruelty? What is the reason for our birth? Is it to serve as progeny to parent or as link through a history intent on elevation of thought and action? What have we demonstrated in our applied theory of man’s greater gifting? I see no regard to self reflection. No attendance or precise measuring of efficacy versus idea. No accountability for submitted theory that should never have been considered for the probability or possibility of law. We have failed miserably at holding ourselves up to the light by which all should be defined. Who are we if not considered in our production versus our design? A watch that imperfect records time is of spurious worth at best.

We shall not be accounted in history by our failure to feed men’s lusting. Au contraire that inability to please men in their wickedness, shall in fact be our regard. How pleasing are my pursuits to God? How rewarding my actions to the protection of those things righteous and favorable to furtherance of man’s health, purity and growth? We have long pursued and arguably achieved the skewed intentions of mankind having found sinful wounding in our short lived existence. Our response when given freedom has always been to consume that which is lovely, merciful and by real measure, perfect. When to this reason and reality will we pay homage due? and time worthy of the living?

Precious Lord may your name be praised in all that I think, say and do. I am grateful for this inevitable conflict helping all determine the true nature of their occupation in this created world. May each of us make a clear decision between the light and dark in allotted time so that our power, privilege and gift is not rejected by non-compliance in misunderstanding and failed reason. May the innocent be protected and preserved under your Divine intervention. May I be steeped in experience of using the power given unto me to represent your Glorious Will as we wait for your return. Lord, it is clear to me that you love all so much that you want none be left behind. My heart goes out to you in prayer that they receive the adequate and sufficient prompting to awaken to the invitation you’ve given each of us.

It is not logical nor effective in any manner to look away from my own recuperative transition via your hand of sanctification. To exclude myself from working out my salvation with the focus and clarity of self-reflection and supplication your word demands is prideful at best. There would be no love in a man who believes himself beyond reproach, having determined himself someone completed against the evidence of remaining in this dimension. When God is done with each of us we will go to be with Him, not before or after but precisely at His perfect timing. That gives us rest as well as clarity in focus of humility before God’s changing hand. For we know equally that we shall not be removed until it is His Timing which gives us courage in the knowledge of our unresolved position in the dangers of humanity and chaos.

This is the stage, the mudpit, the valley of my work for you. Thank you for allowing me to step away from the capture of my own will and begin, remain in those works for which I was designed to prepare the fields and byways of this life for your return. There is no completion in self focused effort but only validation and the mark of temporary existence. I crave the eternal, those things that allow me to do lasting and vital works for your Kingdom, not my own. I am so sorry that I have learned slowly and adapted poorly to the level to which I am meant. Clearly the objective is to be transformed to someone who is clearly your Kin and in that effort I know it impossible to my own talents or abilities. Again, this joy to know that it is not dependent upon my own effort but in trust and patience waiting upon your molding of my new nature. Just as the seed is the house into which is programmed the coming flower or plant, I know this mortal man to be home of the same internal programming. Lord let me be completely at rest and content in being the home of your Holy Spirit as you live your life through my existence in this plane. For that is the only way I will achieve or embrace the impossible that only you alone may do.

All that I do matters but not as achievement or works to earn my entry to everlasting for that has already been achieved by you upon that Cross as I believed. No this life is so much more important than just working to be good enough or make a mark, this life is now about representation of the Great King of All and His plan for humanity. With this new life I focus upon the people not the things, the titles or the personal victories but upon the treasures of humanity I meet each day and offer the Love you gave me. This is the purpose of my making to meet, greet, share, love and edify each of those you love until they too find that moment of their decision and road forward. I pray to be that positive influence upon all that I meet. I ask forgiveness for the mistakes I continue and invariably shall make along the path you lead. And I beg you to fill me to exactly the level necessary to achieve your objectives for this life. Keep me close Father for when I venture wrong thinking and works ensue. My mistakes are regretted on for missed opportunities for your outcomes. Please let me get it right this time. In Jesus name, this is the hour of my intention