The Story of Jealousia

Here. There. Everywhere. Jealousia traveled far and wide, deep and far to wreak havoc. A never ending ness of hope and hate and all things grass. It was sad. So, so sad. Jealousia had been given so much free stuff. One would think, or hope, Jealousia would stop running away from the truth.

Jealousia forgot. Where Jealousia came from. Terrible things occur when this happens. When we forget either intentionally or honestly. Jealousia’s favorite bonanza of thoughts, words and actions include lying, cheating stealing and pretending.

Jealousia used other folks, too. The masculine or feminine word for Jealousia’s actions coincide with “villian.” On so many fronts and fonts. There are no coincidences.

Let’s just call Jealousia “Monster.”

There should, at least nowadays, be no confusion. About a monster or a villian. The blurred lines crammed down the collective throats of perceived “peons” have rendered Jealousia and the Cohorts “Unstoppable.” In their mind’s eyes.

In Jealousia and the Cohort’s minds, there are no limits to the wreckage and the wreaked habits of their “personhood.” That they hope, really hope to impart soon…

I say, “You are not the boss of me,” Jealousia and plan to fight tooth and nail the nastiness of the pummeling to come. You, Jealousia, are not a threat.Even though your words and actions reflect your monstrous mind.

Jealousia and the Cohorts take no prisoners. They only hope to keep all as prisoners to their whims and wants. They use color and rank and file and buttons to skew and spew.

What do they skew and spew? Hate and hope. The very “things” they consider all of us to be. The enemies to take under control, portion control, the begeebers out of the land that has given their cause so much..

So selfish.

One can only hope to God they wake up one day to the devastation they have caused. With great power comes great responsibility. Jealousia could never see, clearly see, the forest for the trees.

Was never able to complete the picture. (bs)

Color, race, superficiality and gender and anti-truths abound. In their hate-filled world of lies and innuendos, about others.

Deception. Some folks are too far gone.Some folks do not care. Some folks do not look in the mirror long enough to see the monster staring back at them.

They do not like to explain the selves, ever, at all. What they consider is survival is plain and simple mean-spirited.

Mean-spirited. A non-human nature. Villianous. Monstrous. Verbal gymnastics and words salads are their diet and exercise.

Jealousia knows how to tempt and taunt. And is not afraid to do so. The Cohorts wait in the wings…..to wait, watch and leave the pieces behind.

How ‘about a little bacon🥓? They tease. Dangle the lies like a carrot on a stick. 🥕

Fear not. There are those, many in fact, who welcome the truth. Loyally annd lovingly want to pull others out of cages rather than put others in the cages of their lies and deception.

A lesson in truth by Francis Bacon: “Of truth.”

(wjb)

”Truth, which only doth judge itself, teachers that the inquiry of truth, which is love-making or the woo-ing of it, the knowledge of truth, which is the presence of it, and the belief of truth, which is the enjoying of it, is the sovereign good of human nature. The first creature of God, in the works of the days, was the light of the sense; the last was the light of reason; and his sabbath work ever since is the illumination of his Spirit. First, he breathed light upon the face of the matter or chaos; then he breathed light into the face of man; and still he breathers and inspirers light into the face of his chosen. The poet that beautified the sect that was otherwise inferior to the rest saint yet excellently well:

It is a pleasure to stand upon the shore and to see ships tossed upon the sea; a pleasure to stand in the window of a castle and to see a battle and the adventures Theron below; but no pleasure is comparable to the standing upon the vantage ground of truth (a hill not to be commanded, and where the air is always clear and serene), and to see the errors and wandering and mists and tempests in the vale below; so always that this prospect be with pity, and not with swelling or pride. Certainly it is heaven upon earth to have a man’s mind move in charity, rest in providence, and turn upon the poles of truth.

The poles of truth.

To pass from theological and philosophical truth to the truth of civil business: it will be acknowledged even by those that practice it not clear and round and dealing in the honor of man’s nature; and that moisture of falsehood is not alloy in coin of gold and silver, which may make the metal work the better, but it embaseth it.

For these winding and crooked courses are the goings of the serpent, which goeth basely on the belly, and not upon the feet.There is no vice that doth so cover a man with shame as to be found false and perfidious. And therefore Montaigne said prettily, when he inquired the reason why the word lie should be such a disgrace and such an odious charge. Smith he, “If it be well weighed, to say that a man Kieth is as much to say as that he is brave toward God and a coward toward men.

For a lie faces God, and shrinks from man.

Surely, the wickedness of falsehood and breach of faith cannot possibly so highly expressed as in that shall be the last peal to call the judgments of God upon the generations of men; it being foretold that when Christ comets, he shall not find faith upon the earth.”

Amen. And. Hurray. And Finally.

But.

We gotta get their first.

Jealousia and the Cohorts know not what they do—much too busy trying to save the face and faces of the lies they abhor staring back at them. Hiding from them, too.

Sad.

Really. The rest of the Cohorts did not pick up on this fact. Offer an honest ear and hand to help pick up the shredded pieces of another.

Actions speak louder than words.

Words can stumble upon each other.

And.

We are all watching it in suspended animation.

Worst of all.

We are all watching it in real time.