Why I Will Not Donate All My Money Earned From My Books to Charity

God has gifted me with an imagination. And one of the reasons a man does work, is to eat. My work is to compile wisdom, and put it together to help people gain faith. It is freely available, but we all need to make money. And as Paul said, "Do not muzzle the ox while it is threshing."

The fact is, I need to eat. I need shelter. I need water. I need sustenance, too. I cannot live on hopes and prayers alone. And this work I've spent sixteen years making, in order to produce a comprehensive body of work providing evidence that Jesus is the LORD. The most concrete proof is all freely available here.

If I do make A LOT of money, most of it will go to charity. But, as any sensible person understands, you need resources to live, and God has not called me to apostleship, therefore, homelessness. He's called me to be a prophet of the Most High, and warn people of the impending disaster, and hopefully turn away God's wrath like Isaiah and Jonah.

I will make a living off of this, or the world will squash me like a bug, and therefore, never know the truth as I have. And in that, there will be sorrows in abundance, save for the world which will rejoice while good people have sorrows.

This is my work---just like you go to the office, or the construction yard every day. And, a person's work needs to be compensated. I do plan on being charitable, but only a fool would put themselves in the poor house by devoting all of their hard work. As, that will only lead to poverty, and as my mother says, if I can't help myself, I won't be able to help anybody else.

The Playlist

I start this journey,
A two year old boy.
I learn my dad's stereo system
Having watched him do it before.
Some day love will find me,
As the opening synths sends me on
My new life's road.

Then, driving through the woods
And over the river,
To grandmother's house I go.
About to slip down, 
I'm so excited to swim.
Life is about fun, and I'm too tired for work;
Play is everything at this time in my life.
We listen to the oldies radio, the whole car ride,
Sitting in another traffic jam.

Seventeen, sweet emotion fills me,
Pleasure filled fantasies of sex
To Two Unlimited and Rock and Roll...
The beginning of my career as a writer,
With pornographic prose and an honest to truth love story.
I find my woman with a face like a gent.
Her daddy says I took it a little too far.

My car, I ramble about for years,
First with my androgynous mate,
And then with my friends;
Going here, there, the summer of fun
And violence. I try to make my living,
But, I'm a rambling man.
Rambling on and on, talking mostly nonsense.

My car is my pride and joy...
You don't know what I got;
I rev my Malibu beside the car
Of infernos---there my sister almost died.
My stereo bumps, overshadowed by woofers
In the hopped up Coupe.
Barrel Rolls, broken hips and brain tissue.

Recovering, Johnny comes to me
And makes a deal---
He's in a bind, and I take the dare.
Thus, he sings of the Devil's Kitchen
And I sing of the Snowy Abode.
He sings of a Welsh Prince,
And I sing of our LORD and King;
My mountain is taller.

I then meditate on the sweetest wisdom...
To be a man, simple and humble.
To search for love, and not be lonely in this world.
It was always my song, my very first song,
But straying from it all these years,
I realize the fantasy was not enough.

Then the trial of every Christian comes;
The fornication with the worldly device.
My captivity, my mission,
They scream what I spoke to her in the closet
On the rooftops. They know my every secret thought,
They turn my life into a spectacle.
It happens. Everybody's been there;---
Information's inebriation.

Then the music dies.
Censorship grows...
My movie begins...
This will be the day that I die---
I wrote the book of love,
I have faith in God above
And what the Bible tells me,---so,
I believe my music can save the soul.

Now I go, walking down the street.
I get funny looks from everyone I meet.
For my youthful offense
I am stained with distrust, and dirty looks.
Everywhere I go, a look of shame appears
On the faces of all around me...
All know my sin,
All know my shame...

I look for work in the city,
But can find none.
I ride the Pride of the Susquehanna.
People on the river are happy to give me their time,
To listen. I wander here, there, looking for an answer
To my disgrace and poverty.
I have no money,
Wandering the streets, shamefully.

In my music, I drift away...
Writing my odes of blaspheming kings,
Doppelgangers, witches,
Dragons and satyrs,
True Love and advanced civilizations.
I get lost in my creativity...
I get lost in the rhythms of my
Playlist, waiting for when I fall in love.

Then I see her face.
I started thinking love was simply a story I wrote...
A beautiful thing I kept on my keys.
A fairytale like my kings and queens.
But, I saw her face once more,
And there was no trace of doubt.
My first I gave all, and got nothing.
Now, the face of sunshine makes me believe in love again.

I, the loser of losers,
Fell in love with the Homecoming Queen;
And she loved me.
I believed in my dreams.

She said to me,
"Do you, you, feel like I do?"
And for life's longest season,
We made time for loves.

Life returned to the simplicity of childhood.
The pure, exalted joy of youth prevailed;
Life was good again...
It was like sitting at the Kokomo,
Listening to a steel drum band.
She and I reclined, filled and old as the songs
I listened to as a child.

At the end of life,
I blessed Jesus, and said,
"This life was just alright with me."
And I drifted off to sleep one day,
And woke up someplace else;
Someplace better.

Sirach — Why it Is not Canon, but Extremely Edifying

I've come to the Apocrypha, and certainly don't think it ought to be in the Bible. But, like Pilgrim's Progress, or the number of other appendixes we use, such as Bible Commentaries, Works of Religious Poetry, Works of Religious Fiction, Essay Books, etc. Sirach is extremely edifying for the church body.

One of the most important themes in the book, which struck me, is the theme of Self Respect. It's something the Bible does not speak of---as Sirach gives a lot of Worldly Wise sayings which do not appear in the Bible---and I find that silence very revealing. It's one of the reasons I don't canonize Sirach as a work of Biblical exegesis. It's definitely not scripture, but it is a very, very wise compilation of important concepts one needs for success in life.

Sirach is a worldly book. It's a worldly wise book, meant to teach us how to navigate this world, and thereby gain success. Therefore, when it talks of "Self Respect", and appraising oneself correctly, it's speaking on a matter that the Bible speaks nothing of. But, it is giving a deep revelation about concepts natural to the human mind. It is a natural thought humans have to underlay self respect, and concentrate heavily on it. The whole society of America is infatuated with the idea of Self Love, and I think the context of Self Love is deceptive. The wording of it implies one ought to be loving toward themselves. However, Sirach talks of Self Respect, which is to accurately appraise oneself and one's own abilities. Not to be so humble, that you undervalue yourself. And that's wisdom for the world, and it's very important to understand it in that context. But, it's also very much a good indicator of what maybe American Society is lacking. In our constant obsession with Self Love, we forget the point of Self Respect. We esteem ourselves too highly when we "Self Love", but with "Self Respect" we appropriately navigate life, with the right amount of confidence and with hope.

As, Sirach talks a lot about losing hope, and how it is a sin. A lot of the concepts are not scripture, but teach a Christian an Anti-Value system, opposite of that which we normally associate with Christ's teachings. Which, are in no way conflicting with Christ, but it seems to put a check to the selflessness we often ascribe to Christianity and its teachings. Rather, it says not to be selfish, but on another hand, it tells us to enjoy our money. It tells us not to be lazy, but on the other hand to work slow and consistent. It tells us on the one hand not to be prideful, but also not to be so humble that we forget to appraise our gifts and talents rightly. It tells us common sense wisdom with regard to how to act around judges, rich men, rulers...

It is perhaps one of the wisest books I'd ever encountered. But, not scripture. Wise, edifying for a Christian who will gain success... But not canon. There's subtle points that go a little too far, and are not nuanced enough to give the balance of scripture. They don't strike that balance of a Biblical Proverb, but do have the axiomatic and perfected wisdom of sagacity.

Therefore, one could read Sirach the same way they'd read Confucius or Aristotle. Or, more precisely, C. S. Lewis or G. K. Chesterton; Augustine or Aquinas. In that the philosopher is rooted in God's word, but has error which the attuned reader needs to sift out. But, every verse is highly wise and good information to hold close to your heart, as it is wisdom.

A Possible Solve to Climate Change

The law of Chemical Reaction, is that no new atom is lost, nor gained. If we, hypothetically, can find chemical reactions which break down into new parts, and the new chemicals react with those of the other chemical reactions, we can harvest the energy emitted from these reactions indefinitely, It's not perpetual motion. Simply using a multiplicity of fuels, and reusing them, and the energy created by the chemical reactions. We might even be able to harvest all of the chemicals from the ocean. 

I think Jules Verne had this idea, but people don't understand it.

List of Historical Artefacts that Corroborate the Bible

1950bc - The Lipit-Ishtar, which has a law on it, number 27, that Abraham followed with Hagar, that God told him to ignore. Abraham corresponds to this in the Genealogical record. 

1750bc - We see the influence of Abraham on the laws of Mesopotamia, in the Hammurabi's Code, where some of the Hebrew laws in the Torah are first found.

1420bc - The Temple of Soleb has the name of Yahweh inscribed in Egyptian Hieroglyphs, and shows Bound Hebrew Slaves on the Pillars, making mention of the fact that the Israelites were wanderers in the land of Egypt before they were enslaved.

1330bc - The Cult of Aten begins, which corresponds with Moses in the Genealogies. The Cult of Aten was an unexpected conversion to Monotheism by the Pharaoh of Egypt, which likely occurred as a result of the miracles performed by Moses. Also, Moses' genealogical record lines up right with it.

1250bc - Joshua's Altar. In Joshua's Altar there are Kosher animal ashes, along with the lead tablet described by the book of Joshua, and it is situated at the rear face of mount Ebal. It is even in the pattern of a Jewish Altar, with ramps instead of steps. Also found at the same dig site are mentions of King Hezekiah (Circa 790bc) and Jeremiah (Circa 600bc).

1050bc - A fragmented clay artefact is found in Khirbet Qeiyafa, containing Hebrew Mnemonic verses and the Tetragrammaton, of interpretive transcriptions of the law. On the pot, it talks about being charitable to slaves, and judging them correctly, and a rebuke against idolatry.

840bc - Tel Dan Stele records the death of King Jehoram, and reveals that he is from the HouseDavid---a Portmanteau of the Dynasty's Heraldry.

597bc - The Nebuchadnezzar Chronicles are a direct reference to the Jewish Captivity, of Babylon sacking Jerusalem. Ezekiel had already been taken captive, along with Israel, therefore, the  captivity had already begun. Ezekiel records the Sack of Jerusalem and how bad it will be. As well as Jeremiah the Prophet.

537bc - Edict of Cyrus, which records the restoration of the Jews back to Israel.

A Fox

There is nothing more despicable than a fox.
A gnarly haired, weasely fox.
It goes from place to place, wandering
Until it finds a nice little grove
Where all the meeker animals are at rest.
There, the animals are at rest,
And frolic on the knolls, will linger
By the human legs which wander nigh.
Then, the fox sees this, with belly growling
And it decides to disturb the years of peace
By picking off the little ones.
Then the meek ones.
Then the plump ones.
Birds, rabbits, squirrels, chipmunks.
All the nice little animals which before,
Like the little chickadee which nearly perched on my sandal
It eats them. 
And the animals, restless, stir from their holes
And no longer linger by the travelers foot.
Never having known danger,
The meek little mild bunnies die
With wounds in their sides,
Half eaten. To be thrown into the garbage can.
And one Fox does this, and when the habitat is disturbed,
And restless, and scared, it is happy
So it moves to the next pleasant forest,
And there, does its murderous spree once again.

The Freemason

He joined the masons to find the truth.
He joined to find his selfish verity.
Around, around, around he went, bloody bib
And found a thousand fairy tales.
Myths were told, and some old Ghost Stories,
While they pondered on geometry.
What ended was his self made religion
A god of worlds, he created his mind...
A thousand neural pathways linked,
He filled his head with fairytales,
And at the end, he died not knowing 
What a Mason even was.