Learning to Swim

 
So, I having failed to warn Titanic America of the mammoth ice mountain it hit a few days ago (or having succeeded in not warning) America is now unstoppably, slowly taking on the water of Space War defeat,
 
I promised you I would begin to teach you how to swim, I mean to swim in time and space, not water, but there is a common aspect to each.
 
The good water-swimmer knows the human body has a natural buoyancy.  Once that truth of physics is understood by the swimmer, the art of staying afloat is a known, natural capability.
 
When I was a boy I understood this, and though I was a very slow swimmer, the slowest on my high school swim team, I could from childhood swim for very long distances, knowing I could stop and rest on my back, letting my natural buoyancy take over; and because I knew that, I would never panic.
 
Panic is the swimmer's death, as is exhaustion, as is cold, as is being weighed down by heavy things.
 
In a report I posted last November 5, called, "God", I metaphorically described God as a pond which covers all existence, a pond within which you and I live, the same pond in which all other beings live in this galaxy and all galaxies.
 
I will republish that piece today, with the notation that all the creatures, all the people within God the Pond, have a right to be there, and are loved by God there, and God is their environment there.
 
This God the Pond concept is a metaphor, but I think it is a good one for our purposes here.
 
So, you can swim through God but you need not swim to God, because God is the water in which you are swimming, not a location elsewhere in the pond.
 
God the Pond is where you are all the time no matter where you are, and you will not drown in God the Pond as long as you do no evil that weighs you down, and as long as you do not panic or let others panic you by telling you that you have no right to be in God the Pond.
 
That is, you can in perpetuity swim in God the Pond, and that is your birthright; but better said, that is your existence-right..
 
This is the first lesson in learning how to swim.
 
You the Muslim Frog, and you the Christian Frog, and you the Jewish Frog, and you the Hindu Frog, and you the Agnostic Frog, and you the Atheist Frog, and so forth, including all the Frogs and all the Fishes, have the natural, God-given right to swim in God the Pond.
 
The most common war-producing aspect of the religions of mankind is that each Frog Church believes itself to be wetter than every other Frog Church; but in fact God is the water,  and the water is equally wet everywhere in the Universe.
 
Having said that I will republish my report called "God".
 
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God

We Space Sailors have a saying, "You've got to think about the size of things, you've got to see the scope; if you dwell in smallness, Folks, well, then you're out of hope".I mention this because it seems as good a starting point as any, because there have been some requests lately that I write about God; one from a reader of this work, one from a Russian Orthodox Christian, and if you don't mind my saying so, one from God.Well, you can't put ten tons of gold into a marshmallow bag, God being the ten tons of gold here and my ability being the marshmallow bag, but I will take a good crack at it.I have been mulling over this writing about God, and mulling it, and mulling it, and mulling it; and I have decided the best way to approach this subject is to run hard at it, and then leap across the void of what is unknown about it.To see this metaphor think of the long jump event in the Olympics where the athlete runs down a track from a measured distance, hits a board with one foot and leaps through the air as far as he can fly, coming down on the sand, where his distance is then measured by the closest mark to the board he left in the sand.First, let's look to the point in the sand we are leaping for; we are looking to better understand God.To do this, being a lifelong Christian, I have asked God for inspiration, and as a result it seems to me a good jumping off place is what I consider to be one of the secret teachings of Jesus, that being, "In my Father's house there are many mansions".My suggestion that Jesus might have taught secret things might be offensive to you, but you should look to what was the task Jesus faced, and what was the mind set of the time and place he was born into.Like it is very difficult for me to talk to a Baptist about Jesus without the Baptist getting all superior on me because of comparative numbers of biblical verses memorized, it was pretty much the same with Jesus talking to the Jews of his time.What was Jesus to do two thousand years ago, when simply saying our Earth is round would have got him stoned by the good citizens of Nazareth long before he got crucified by the good citizens of Jerusalem; how could he possibly have said our Earth revolves around the sun, and the sun is a part of a revolving galaxy of billions of suns, and there are unfathomable numbers of galaxies?Hence, "In my Father's house there are many mansions".So my point is, to understand better the Father consider the size of the house.Now, change this image a little and see all the galaxies as particles of earth, or vegetation, or frog poop, suspended in the depths of a pond, a warm summer pond where fish are a-jumping and the living is easy, now think of God as being the water of that pond, the water of that pond, the water of that pond, touching all and being everywhere equally.So, imagine if that part of God that is on and around our Earth became aware long ago of the fate of our Earth; and that knowledge traveled throughout God's Entirety; and all those in all the mansions of God's house were in that way told about Earth's fate, and many were recruited by God to help God alter that fate.I am suggesting that, allowing for metaphor, that is just about what took place.So I am saying we Space Sailors feel the same God in the same way on our planets light-years away from here as you feel here on Earth, and when God called we came for the purpose of gutting Satan, and once and for all and preventing the death of this beautiful planet.If there is a difference in how you and we understand or feel God, I suggest that difference is that we are natives of planets that are not dying. You would be surprised how the death throes of this Earth over tens of thousands of years have influenced your conceptual and physical development.As an example, consider one aspect of one storyline of the history of the human being, the story of Adam and Eve. That story is a primordial memory of the near-extinction of the human race.I know there are many who will get angry at me for saying this, "No, the Bible says there was a naked man and a naked woman and the serpent tempted the woman and..."; but come on, we are grownups here.(Speaking of gutting Satan, at this point I am struck by the neighbor who lives in the next house up the street, the striking being done with the torture-cough Americans love so much.(One of the favorite American tortures of me is to interrupt this work, perhaps to influence it by giving me pain, or perhaps just to get a mention in it.(A far more popular American torture over the years has been to torture me as I make love to a woman, the moment of entry being the favorite time to cough the cowardly American torture-cough through the walls.(There is an interesting sidebar to this neighbor's story in that a month or more ago, when the torture coming from that house was constant and brutal, I walked to the gate of that house of torturers and wrote down the address, and the next day a member of that household tripped, hit his head, and died. Coincidence? I think not.(Since then the torture coming from that house has been much reduced, but these Americans love the freedom to torture the Telepath, it is like a drug to them, so events like this morning's torture sometimes still take place.(While I am on this subject of America's public torture of me, if some reader might know of a place in this world where I can live in peace and freedom, I would appreciate hearing about it.)Where was I, oh, yes, I was talking about God.Perhaps this would be a good time to begin to tell the story of Jesus from another point of view, the story of where Jesus left to come here; and also to tell you that the Angels, too, we Space Sailors, have homes of our own to return to after Earth is saved. In that sense this is truly a story of strangers in a strange land.I imagine I will be slow in telling this story, in part because it is not one well told from a state of pain, but also because it is a vast story and takes some limbering up to get to, like an athlete stretching before making the big leap.I will note, though, that the story I am working toward telling you at this time is a story that is well known and very important to all who live in the many mansions of the Father. I do not know if you realize this, but the plight of this Earth is known of by ordinary people on planets throughout the Universe.So, unless all Hell breaks loose before writing time tomorrow and I have to put on my steel helmet and kick ass with my words, I will begin to tell you the story you have never been told before, how millions sailed here from light-years away to save the human being from Hell, and how God is here on Earth, sleeves rolled up and working every day and every night.Next time I approach this subject I will attempt to tell you why the fingers of God cannot be just snapped by God and all the problems of the Universe be corrected instantaneously, and this will lead us to the problem Earth faces, and to the monumental campaign to save her.It is my custom in this work to give evidence of its accuracy as I go along.That is, in attempting to prove our Earth is rapidly dying I have time and time again reported on events before they took place, thinking perhaps that might add credibility to my warnings of Earth's death before it takes place, hence bringing about a change in course.I shall endeavor to do that as I attempt to give a reasonable description of God; that is, I shall attempt to give you any proofs God asks me to present to you.
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That was what I wrote about God in November, but nothing irks Americans more than for me to write about God, and there began a frenzy of torturing me, which took my thoughts back to the battlefield and away from the Pond of God I love so much.
A few days ago, of course, we passed the point at which further warnings serve no purpose because America was defeated, the gash was opened in the hull of Titanic America, and America will sink.  There is no saving America now, just as there was no saving the Titanic; it is now about saving passengers and crew.
Said again, up to that day a few days ago almost all my efforts were aimed at attempting to prevent Titanic America from hitting the ice mountain, but now that purpose is no more.  Titanic America is lost and gone forever, dreadful sorrow.
I am currently calculating Titanic America will disappear beneath the Space War waves before the end of June, 2007, hence these swimming lessons I begin here today.
To be sure, Americans will continue to torture me until there is that common "Oh Oh" among them, when they sense the list of the ship and feel the cold water up to their ankles.
If we should enter into another zone of heavy torture it is well for you and I to remember that Jesus taught us on the cross that agony does not lend itself to clear thinking about God.
"Father, why have you forsaken me?"  Forsaken, indeed, that was the agony talking.
Americans like putting me into a state of agony; America has me crucified on a cross of lies; and it hurts; so in order to write for you what I hope to write over the next several days I have removed myself to the most peaceful place I can get to, and while my saying that may bring on more torture, because Americans loathe my finding peaceful places, I think I can stay relatively agony free these next few days.
That said, last night I was having a most beautiful dream about God, but in America it is illegal for me to dream about anything, and my neighbor in the next room banged on the wall to wake me up.
This was a shame because there was a good message developing in the dream, and the Old Testament teaches us that God sometimes instructs through dreams; but my right to dream was trumped by my neighbor's right to wake me, so whatever message for you there might have been in that dream was knocked away by my neighbor.
So I wrote this report in the middle of the night, when my neighbors on both sides and above were asleep, so I would not be struck for thinking and writing about God.  After having written all but the final drafts I went to sleep again, and began to dream again, and my neighbor knocked on the wall again.  This is par for the course.
That neighbor has continued his travels; today a new neighbor will likely arrive; likely that new neighbor will bang on the wall to wake me if I dream.  Millions of Americans constitute a Telepath-torture-machine, and likely that machine cannot swim.
So, Dear Reader, what are the basics of the art of swimming in God the Pond?
You are a natural swimmer, and God wants you swimming in the pond, and God is not stupid, and God is not narrow, and God is not mean, and God is the water and the water contains the entire Universe.