Just ask Jesus to take it out of you. And keep asking until He does. If you need to, what helped me was blocking my access to my phone's internet. But then don't establish patterns on your computer, otherwise you'll have to get rid of that, too. Just cry out to Him to purify you. It'll work.
Also, don't feel guilty about whatever dreams will come your way. All the saints go through that. Lewis, Augustine, Bunyan... if you built up patterns of lust, it'll come out in your dreamspace. It's unpleasant, but it's how it has to be. Don't be worried about stuff like "Succubi" or whatever. Literally, all the Saints had nightmares as that was the only place Satan could get to them. Just get up, wash, and stay out of battle until nightfall. Peace.
Contrast Between Buddhism and Christianity
Buddhism is about removing desire, and causing yourself to not cause yourself or others suffering. It’s about “Empathy”. It’s about how your mind is not capable of understanding the outside world, and therefore, you are “Fire” as the famous sermon by Siddhartha goes. Everything is “Fire”, all things are rooted in your perception of them, including pain, relationships, joys. All things are tied back to your own perception and mental processes. It also has no belief about the afterlife, but rather views life as a cycle of reincarnations.
Christianity is about fulfilling your desire through seeking the Kingdom of Heaven. It’s about understanding the world’s suffering is arbitrary, and uncontrollable. That being good, you almost will have to suffer, but then you’re to find strength in God’s power and mercy, and joy in His Holy Covenant. It’s about accepting the outside world, and using faith to move “Mountains”, as in, accept reality for what it is, and shape your place in it by having the faith to endure and rely on God’s provision for your joy. It believes in reality… where Buddhism is focused on the interior world, Christianity is solely focused on the exterior world and your place in it. Its moral philosophy is strict, and prudent, and not about “Empathy” only, but also about repentance and turning away from sin; so Christianity is about discipline, so one has the tools to later find joy, and enter into the kingdom and not have sorrows. And of course Christianity centers around Heaven, and entering into the Kingdom.
On He Gets Us
He Gets Us is actually a very good ministry. It's not proclaiming Universalism, but mercy. If you see a Transgender with gauges six inches wide, a septum piercing, and spiked hair, your first inclination shouldn't be disgust. You should have mercy on such an individual. True, it's a sin... but remember the Gospel went to Prostitutes and Tax Collectors, so it also goes out to Transgenders and Feminists. As the LORD said in the Psalms, "I desired mercy, not sacrifice." Surely, when you get them into the church, they need to know right standard, and follow sound doctrine. But, even then, you have to guide them with patience, and not with a rod.
Pastors are way too judgmental, or they are way too accepting. Christ walked the narrow road, and was gentle with sinners, but was strict with Pharisees and Sadducees {Evangelicals and Progressives today}. I also think Christ wasn't a prude, in that He drank wine, did cuss once, and wasn't someone limited by a schedule and a heavy work load. So, you have to wrestle with the true Christ, but I'm going to say He Gets Us is true, and that's why it's so lacking with actual support from anywhere. Just like Christ, it was hated by everyone in the contemporary world.
The Song of Wicked John
Wicked John
I'm really mad, and I will live my life
You did nothing to me, but I want strife
I'm angry and twelve people write my songs!
My words, are so catchy and weak
And I get off at calling you a sheep
I am perpetually at wrong.
I'm mad, I don't even know why
I feel like I want suicide
I'm a man who makes images in blood.
I haunt Brandon's dreams
I am such a scream
I ate a Juneberry
And Brandon saw me in his dreams...
Brandon
"You are a worthless fuck!"
Said the man who I once loved
And saw nakedly exposed
In his demon teeth and jagged edge ran loose
I saw you walking down the street
I'll have love, but you'll have misery
This is my screamo song
So I will go to heaven
And hell will open up her womb.
One man, wrote this song
Not eight, with lyrics always wrong
Maybe no one wants to listen to me
But I got something real to say that's not lazy.
Wicked John:
I haunt Brandon's dreams
I am such a scream
I ate a Juneberry
And Brandon saw me in his dreams...
So here's the fact, put a bullet in your brain
And that's a fact, I saw you were so lame
I gave you all you have and I made you
So I guess I will have the last laugh.
Brandon said, "No, I will."
On Frustration
[R]esolve to know Christ. Don't be indifferent to Christ. Pray all day, every day, meditate on His Word and commune with Him. No matter what, when you feel depressed, take a walk through a forest or desert--wherever, just like Jesus--and pray. You'll be invigorated. Tell God you're angry with Him, but don't let your heart be bitter, and ask Him for peace and love and to not be angry. Prepare to die for the love of your brother, and hope for his wellbeing and satisfaction more than your own. God will provide what's necessary for your fruit. As He wants love and peace, not style and cunning, developed in your personality. Every anxiety, go to the LORD. No matter how hard, go to Him, make known your true thoughts, and develop the fruits of righteousness. God cares more about that than your success. He'll give you whatever you need for righteousness, but prepare to suffer long for the hope of good and ripe fruit.
Do not worry. Ask God for heavenly treasures. And you will soon be freed from this world's burdens. You won't long for death, nor will you despair, but you'll have hope which is commanded.
Understanding the Language of the Ancients
People didn't really read back then like they do now. Like, everything wasn't precise, but rather worked through contextualized rather than denotative meaning and structure. Like, there'd be no people telling one another to define what a word means, and then sticking to that definition. People understood things through their relation.
A good example is Socrates talking to Euthyphro. Like, a lot of people misinterpret it, saying that Socrates is looking for a precise definition, when in fact, Socrates is not questioning his definition, but the ethical dilemma of testifying against your father, and thinking such a thing is Pious. The fact is, Piety is already understood by the audience--just like the notion of Good in Phaedo--and it's not what's being defined, but rather the impiety of thinking you have to destroy your father for nothing.
Socrates was not a Nihilist, and we tend to actually ascribe the methods of the Sophists when trying to understand the Greeks. And so with everything else. A lexicon in these days would be so rare, and it would only be understood in the most loose ways. Not something defined so precisely it becomes useless.
This is found in all strains of Philosophical understanding, from Lao Tsu and Confucius, to the Founding Fathers, to even men like Christ and Plato. The issue was always an assumption of "The Way" not baseless skepticism into it, through rigid empiricism, which is something new.
Amelia and Joan
How do I write such perfection?
It is like another hand has written it for me?
Yet, there it is in my handwriting,
There it is in my original drafts...
Curiously, I am that good of a writer.
It's like a word, which isn't mine,
Comes to my mind, and writes perfection.
It is the providential guidance of the Holy Spirit.
That is all I can say...
For His thoughts are not my thoughts;
And He has given liberally to me,
So that I may one day meet my Bride
Mercy, and kiss her with Peace,
And consummate my tongue through Wisdom.
An Example of my Mind Palace
Ezekiel 28 is the King and Prince of Tyre and Ziddon.
Nebuchadnezzar breached the walls with the Trojan Horse.
Homer wrote the Iliad, and probably meant to convey the Siege of Tyre.
Agamemnon is Nebuchadnezzar, and Alexander scraped the foundations
Of Tyre, and built a causeway and took Egypt for nothing. According to Prophecy.
Cambyses II took Egypt, and brought Pythagoras and the Egyptians down, to fulfill the 40 year captivity.
As did Titus when he sacked Jerusalem, and took the Jews into Captivity
It fulfilled the 40 year captivity. Jesus prophesied of the Temple's destruction;
The wailing wall still stands, is it indeed a part of the Temple
Or is there going to be a new destruction?
The Temple was outlaid with gold, and was white.
Jesus said the Pharisees were Whitewashed Tombs
Just like the Temple was whitewashed.
In Ezekiel, there will be a new Temple, and it seems heavenly.
Our Body is a Temple, and is the container of the Holy Spirit.
Haggai implored the rebuilding of the Temple, and tithing is necessary to keep prosperous.
This is proof of Dispensation, what the Temple is, and therefore the priesthood and law.
Do not sacrifice, if the Jews make a third temple. It is error, let Christ remain your sacrefice,
Or you will be caught like those who remained in Jerusalem were, surrounded by the Abomination of Desolation.
The Dragon, Beast, and False Prophet, are typed in The King, Prince and Ziddon.
Also, they are typed in Moab, Egypt, Philistia, Assyria and Babylon.
Greece and Persia are the two main empires of latter days;
Islam and Communism is the religion of Persia, and Secularism and a Free Market is the religion of Grecia.
The Four Beasts in Daniel are divisions of those empires; the Iron Jowled Beast being the Antichrist Kingdom.
The poor are more important to tithe to, but do pay a shepherd.
Blessed are those who mourn, and also the poor.
Do not gain the world, and lose your soul.
Under Oath
The LORD is good, to perfect you
If you take His word into your stone heart.
Be under no Oath, but rather speak
The truth in your soul.
What I do, that hurts others
It is my sin, and that drives me to Christ.
For trust me when I say I am not perfect;
But we must desire the righteousness of God
To be happy, and perfected in peace, love and joy.
An Interpretation of Dymer
So while Dymer lay upon the grassy knolls
He lay there, dead among the valley's waste,
And had he known what were good wisdom's role
He would not have chased that awful, lusty wraith.
For, the life is fervent charity: not hate
Turned into one languished, dreadful, selfish loll---
So seek heaven's peace like a Comely Maiden's love.