My Fellow Conspirators,
The Sowers scatter their seed across the land, wherever it may fall. Some seed falls on concrete, where it can not lay its roots. Some seed is torn from the ground by evil men who wish to see it never grow. Some seed just dies. But some seed finds rich, free soil and produces bud, which will yeild to the Sowers thirty, sixty, and a hundredfold.
Those who have ears to hear, let them hear.
You have been given the Mystery of the Secret to the Kingdom of God and Heaven; but to those outside, everything comes in riddles, so that they may see but not perceive, and read but not understand, lest they turn and be healed.
Don't you know what this means? If you don't understand this, then how will you understand anything I say? Do not read the explaination! Explainations flow from minds that lack the original thought. But if anyone asks, I'm talking about Jesus.
Do you buy lightbulbs to keep in your closet, but never be put in a lightbulb socket? There is nothing hidden that shouldn't be made visible; no idea is conceived except to show light on the world. Those who have eyes to see really ought to see.
Be careful what you expose yourself to. You will see yourself in the lens through which you look. To the one who has Slack, more will be given, and the one who has no Slack will lose even that.
This is how things work with the Kingdom of God: It's like a guy who tosses his seed in the backyard, and sleeps and watches TV day and night and the seed sprouts and grows, but he doesn't know why. Of its own accord the land yields plants, and when the bud is ripe he wields the sickle at once, for harvest time has come.
Thus it is that things come to Life of themselves.
How could I possibly describe my Religion? It's like RoundUp Ready Seed that, when it is sown in the ground, is only microscopically different from the seeds of centuries preceeding, but once it is sewn, ends up in your fields regardless of whether you bought or even wanted to buy a license for its use.
I'm honored that y'all have tolerated my preaching throughout the years; I know most people can barely understand my ramblings. But the words I preach were riddles long before our world was conceived. I'm looking forward to our retreat, where I can explain things more in private.
Happy Discoflux to you all,
Reverend Jack
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Written Pungenday 50 Discord, 3169. Based on Mark 4:3-34. RoundUp Ready is trademark Monsanto Company. |
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