Zeitgeist and the Soirit of God

Let's start with the very old mispronounced question: Why Did God create Man?

God? !!!

Man? !!!

Create? !!!

Why did X Y Z?

I don’t know …

And I don’t know what is that to know?

What is knowledge?

Books … all burnt

Language …… weak

Words …… all vanished

Wisdom …….…. All gone

Memory ……………… LOST

Experience ……………. Tabula rasa

Meditation

Life

Am I living? Or dreaming? ……….

Consequences..., results…, prove my existence

I act and react …

Myself

But who am I …

A moving body…. And something else … thoughts … well do my thoughts prove my mind?

What is my mind? I have a brain … not a mind … a brain that coordinates, directs, manages, administers, controls, and synchronizes my self.

But there is something else …

I can feel it .. I am not just a body controlled by a central processing unit that manages and synchronizes its behaviour …

I have something else.

I love … not indistinctly to survive .. I love humanity .. I love the concept of love …

I love harmony with nature and universe …

I give .. I share … I feel ….

I feel part of a group .. part of … a mankind .. part of a greater universal system …

I have a resulted feeling that … My body …, its existence is easily proven... is, all the time, in conflict with its contrary.

Do all surroundings exist for me?

Am I the ego-centric sun that all other planets revolve around?

That is the attitude my body tries to maintain all the time …

But, another attitude conflicts … another feeling declares that I am a part of a human being, a part of a universe, A part of a picture.

A feeling that I am not dictating nor determining my own life. It is already determined and previously drawn. I am just living the dream

Spirit

That is the Spirit..

The feeling that contradicts that of the ego-centric body that exploits everything and everybody for the sake of its own existence.

It is not created in me … (X) .. nor in you (Y) ..

It is created in us … in mankind … and only because of it …

We create … we build … we live …

And without it … we are threatened to be doomed ..

I cannot draw a picture, I cannot build a skyscraper, I cannot fly to the moon, or build a city under water, or dig a lake, or cure a cancer, or transplant a heart. …. But man can.

The spirit of man .. is the mind of us … we all share it … there is no X’s spirit, there is Man’s spirit …

That is why we all share the same ark .. we all share the same mind .. it is not just a controlling flesh named brain … it is a mind … for all of us …

That is the spirit of man .. the spirit of connectivity .. the spirit of God …

It also conflicts with another spirit ..

Also connects, also shared by all human beings … a spirit of evil … a spirit ruled by the anthropomorphized body of all of us … a spirit of the Material … a collective ruling spirit of materialism … ruling man’s life … but not in the sense of man as a human but man as X or Y or Z … identified … it is the ruler of the world in the mean time … the Zeitgeist. It is what Jesus says about in John 14:30 “the ruler of the world” … I may call it money …

Conclusion:

We have a body … shared by our species to form a system called the materialistic monetary system

There is also a spirit... Embedded in all of us … activated and utilized only if shared with the whole.. With the universe. .. I’d like to call it .. the Holy spirit .. or simply Love.

The question is :

Which force rules our life now?

Is it love or money?

Which is the Zeitgeist?

Brain Hunters (Short Story)

Einstein was a genius. Since he was a child, he was a brilliant. He could invent a lot of things and discover many many things.

New Corp. is a company offering new technologies. It is loge is, “before any body else”. They knew Einstein, and offered him a position at their firm. The salary was attractive and the position was promising. He was to have a chance to become a manager after a period between ten to twenty years. But he refused. The corporation got furious, and they hired a very professional hitman. He was one of the legendary free masons. A lot of stories had been told about this sect of people, and how skilled they were in killing and mutating their victims.

One day, while Einstein was sleeping in his bed, a masonian came into his room, kidnapped him and took him into somewhere looked like a hospital. Everything was white, quiet, and clean. Einstein felt paralyzed; he could not move his body or his limps. But he could see some surgeon approaching him. For what happened next, Einstein was not sure whether if that really happened or that was just a dream. He saw the surgeon opening his head, removing part of his brain, and closing his skull back. That made Einstein gone mad. But what happened next made him much more mad letting him to go crazy: A woman in a suit came into the room, looked handsome and artificial. Had a look over the lying body, then took the part of the brain the surgeon removed and turned back. While leaving, Einstein could recognize the tag on her suit: Miss Sylvania, Human resources, New Corp.

The next day was a normal day, just like every other day in Einstein’s life. He drove his car to his work, New Corp. worked hard, for ten hours, and after he finished, they put it back in the fridge.