God's Homie

A Poem By Nathaniel Christian Ihde

If God's life and work is in a book.  We should remember that we all have our own stories too.

If God is with me, at all, He / She / They is for sure, with you too.  You can call me God's homie.  It's not eloquent, but it's enough for now.

So why God's homie, instead of, my given name?  Because I would be, whoever you need me to be, regardless of the consequences to myself.  Call me whatever you like!

I would love you all, I would die for you all and I would take it upon myself to ask God for forgiveness, for your sins, on your behalf, just incase you forget.  In fact, someone else has already.

I, in fact, am not altruistic.  I simply had too much time on my hands, as a result of constant bothersome voices in my head, and you know, I wasn't doing anything anyway.

So, why did I refer to God, as He / She / They?  I guess because I would not presume to limit God to one physical form, like you all seem to have been doing.

I promise you God can and does shapeshift.  If not, physically, for sure, spiritually or intellectually.  And I believe every being in the universe has at least some God in them.

How did I get the position of God's homie?  Well, I thought the "powers that be" were allowing too much dumb stuff to go down.  And then, I thought, I could do better.

Then that God prick was like ok you try then.  So, I tried, in my imagination at first, mentally going through creation and revelation mainly.  But imagined or real adversaries kept showing up distracting me.

I think that's why life is so broken on earth right now.  People or gods who do not think or create things keep showing up breaking stuff.  Then the God bro was probably like screw this I'll come back later.

Anyway I think that's why stuff is broken at the moment.  You would not believe how jealous and annoyed those claiming to be gods get when you create anything new.

I made a clear egg shaped solar system where the sun and earth-like planet and air and water rolled around inside once and those bastards stole that shit and ran off with it somewhere.

Sometimes I suspect aliens or AI or something is paying attention.  Just part of the condition called faith I guess.

I wonder if this sermon will be another failure to save the world.  I guess my Dad was called before I was and also went nuts for a time when He was younger too.

He's given up now though, or perhaps He was just waiting for me to handle it for him.  Did, you know the children of people of faith are attacked on the reg?

The enemy doesn't want faith to be passed down because it makes impossible stuff possible.  I once talked to aliens for two weeks about the power of what I referred to as our faith based technology called prayer.

If you think about it, it is a very real, very powerful weapon that aliens are super terrified of apparently.  They were gonna destroy earth, because, I guess all our other tech on this plane of existence was insignificant to them.  Just their interest in the faith-based-technology of our religions made them fear the consequences of harming us and back off.

Why were they talking to me specifically?  I called them by accident or involuntarily perhaps.  Or perhaps they targeted me specifically for some reason.  Sometimes I get connected to other entities in other planes of existence.  Sometimes I dream of other places and times with more or less advanced technologies and peoples.

Some of those planes that I get connected to exist in my dreams.  Dreams that I continue over many weeks like pausing your favorite anime and picking it up again later.  My dad also has interesting dreams.

There are definitely downsides to having too much faith though, the more faith you have, it seems the further you are pushed by the powers that be, or perhaps seem to be.

And now I tackle religion potentially damning myself in the eyes of many.  Faith and prayer are important, they are the cow and the milk, religions are just flavors of the ice cream.

A voice says to use coffee, I guess coffee, is the same word in all languages and that's important I guess.  Hotel and taxi are also words like that.

So visit... www.CoffeeHotelTaxi.com

It's not the shape of the cup, or even the coffee, or even the flavor of the coffee that matters.  It is the act of drinking together, in the morning, with someone you love.

Would you have a cup of coffee, and talk to God, if He showed up at your door?  Of course you would, who wouldn't?

But I would tell Him / Her / They He is a bum to his face, and exactly why I think that, and maybe that makes me potentially the devil or whatever, but maybe that is the reason I've been tortured be demons and spirits and voices and aliens for 13 years so far.  He was looking for an honest man.  His options must have been extremely limited for Him to have chosen me, honestly.

I think I exist so, God has someone to empathize with about stuff.  You all believe God is perfect all the time, but I think it occasionally looks like He messes up but everything probably works out in the end.  Not because He cheats, just, because Love.

I also, strongly suspect, occasionally existing on earth with all the stones here is my punishment for mouthing off to God maybe.

However, I also suspect the holy spirit is the part of God referred to as "a comforter" and "a teacher" in the Bible, and part of me, loves, everyone, everywhere, occasionally, and perhaps that makes life ok?

Anyway I'm gonna take a break.

About Heaven and Change

A sermon by Nathaniel Christian Ihde

[Prior to this sermon offer everyone in the audience or congregation a penny, a nickel or a dime.  No matter which of the three they choose tell them "no not that one" until they choose another.  This can be asked as a hypothetical imaginary question if the audience is too large or you don't have any American coins.]

Money exists for a reason.  Teachers carry a handful of it in heaven, American pennies, nickels, and dimes.  They carry it, only, to make the point to others, that we are, not yet, ready to be there.  Only to make the point, that we have, not yet, absorbed the lesson.

We are all still in school.

Heaven can take many forms, but it, for me, it, most often, looks like a high school where the people are always kind, the teenagers are always healthy, attractive and smart and working while learning.  Usually being taught how to cook or how to garden by small groups of adults who carry pocket change.  American coins, pennies, nickels, and dimes.

I don't know if this part is important, but I was asked, "why do you have a beard?" by another student, while I was there.  He told me people only grow those for war and I told Him I was in a war a few moments ago.  He took me to a teacher, under a tree, and asked the teacher, "do you have any money for use in a war?"  And then the teenage student threw the majority of the pennies and nickels, that the teacher handed him, down on the dirt beneath the tree, where the teachers had all been sitting, and then the student handed me a dime.  And I don't know if the dime means I am passing or failing, but I know in my heart I am still in a war, and that this fellow student, who threw away most of the coins, and gave me the remaining dime, was showing me the correct answer, to a question, that I had not thought to ask.

Before that while in high school heaven there was another lesson I failed to understand.  I was instructed to go to the kitchen and bring some potatoes, that the students had been preparing, out to the teachers waiting under the tree.  When I arrived at the kitchen I was told to pick out the dish of potatoes that looked best to me, to take it outside to the teachers.  There were two large bowls of sweet potatoes and one larger bowl parsley potatoes.  The parsley potatoes looked more appealing to me so I picked those up, but then the chef teacher said to take the sweet potatoes, the ones you like the least, out to the other teachers.  At first, I thought the chef teacher was joking, so I tried to walk away with parsley potatoes, to share them with the teachers under the tree.  But the chef teacher, making the food in the kitchen, then said, carry out the sweet potatoes because there are more of them.  Even though I estimated the two bowls of sweet potatoes and the one bowl of parsley potatoes to be approximately the same volume.  So I carried out one bowl of sweet potatoes like I was instructed, but woke up before being able to make a second trip to the kitchen.

I have come to understand, that this dream of heaven high school, is a parable or simple story, used to illustrate a lesson.  It has several possible meanings, but I believe it's true purpose is to see what students, among us, have absorbed what lessons, thus far.  We are all still in school, even me, and likely, always, and forever, will be.

We should discuss what each of us believe the possible meanings are, together, as if the purpose of gathering together was always meant to be exchanging thoughts about lessons, with questions and answers, at appropriate times, because it is much more fun to be a student in the classroom when the teacher has left for us a lesson plan and given us time for group-study.  Believe it, or not, Church is a Sunday school for adults, and the best priests consider themselves students until the very end.

Be sure to ask people what they think about the lesson and discuss these topics with your group:  Freewill, Time, Purity, Salvation, Medicine, Faith, Words Written On American Money, and Love

Afterwards, continue reading.

The problem with parables is sometimes they are hard to understand.  We can cheat a bit, though, because Love.  We know that since the lesson is being taught in heaven, because Love, must be the reasoning behind of the lesson.

Food is love.  We've all heard that before.  The chef teacher and some students prepared the potatoes, I, just another student, selected the dish and carried, as many as I was able to, out to the teachers under the tree.  The teachers were sitting under the tree, just waiting, instead of helping prepare, or carry, any potatoes at all, but one chef teacher, in the kitchen, loved us enough to help prepare the potatoes to nourish us.  Maybe outside the kitchen, under the tree, with the grass, where the teachers all sit on separate benches, alone, waiting, represents earth.  And the chef inside the high school heaven kitchen was God.  Maybe, I could be wrong though, so we should discuss it sometime.

The meaning behind the coins, and the potatoes in the heaven high school dream, took me an embarrassingly long time, to figure out.  The lesson was given, to us, out of Love, because of Love, and the message, itself, was on what to Love, when to Love, and how to Love.  Love, is the only acceptable currency, to God, but we can, and should, gift each other, coins, and food, and time, as a representation of our love, for one another, if we are able, until we are comfortable, with using hugs and coins to teach lessons, and that is ok with God.  It does not matter what coin you chose at the beginning because it was a lesson, offered to you and I, and everyone, about love, because of love, and pertaining to love.  You may love, anyone or anything you wish, for any reason you wish, and change your mind about it, at any time you wish, only as long as, the reason you are making that change, is because Love, and a desire to learn about, the only lesson, the only lesson, that ever mattered, at all.  And no, I did not figure it out alone, I found the answer, while talking to my mother, who mentioned something that made me remember that I could just ask the teacher for the answer, so I asked God and God answered, Love.  Can you figure out the lessons in other heaven dreams I've had?  Will you figure them out before me?  Let me tell you about some more experiences, that no doubt, also pertain, to the only lesson, worth learning, at all.

I've been to other places, too, in my dreams, where money is used as lessons.  Bars where men stack up their wallets, on the corner of the bar, nearest the door, and try to start fights with you, if you accidentally touch their wallet, instead of your own, on your way out.

I wonder where that place was...

I've also been to a live theatre, you know, a play, in heaven, one of the only places where they seem to accept payments, in heaven, but only from very small children being taught by their parents.  The children pay in extremely small amounts of change, on behalf of their entire immediate family, in an amount of their own choosing.  And the children are always told "this is too much" and returned some of their coins.  I know because I was the child in the dream paying the entrance fee for my family to see the play.  The lesson?  I am unsure, but money probably wasn't the point.  I think I woke up before seeing the play, play out.

I've been to a Subway Sandwich Shop in heaven too, where I gave a $10 dollar bill for a sandwich and the cashier begrudgingly took, it with a face, as if, it smelled bad, because she said, it was "way, way, too much" as if i were trying to buy her life or get her in trouble or something.  I just thought it was earth at the time.  You see people are not always aware they are in heaven, for you are not always aware in your dreams, even when you are already there, you don't always know it.  For the very dense, like myself, we may be the last to realize it, if at all.  I half suspect you need to realize it on your own, because that is the only way to learn, where you have already been, so very, many, times.

What you didn't think there were Subway Sandwich Shops in heaven?

Finally, and I don't know if it was heaven, or another place, but I've been to a preschool, a one room log cabin in the woods with a large window where sunlight was both the only illumination and the only timekeeper.  There was one teacher and only 4 or 5 students, yet many desks.  Strangely, the lesson being taught there, seemed far too advanced for 6 and 7-year-olds, and was on how to create a planet. And for some reason the other students were, up out of their desks, crowding around the teacher, and I was the only one, sitting at my desk, at all interested in, the actual lesson.  Denominations of money didn't come up at all in that dream. 

Many would call me insane, but my job is the only one that matters, understanding and explaining love, to one day, make the world good enough, for me to be ok with, bringing children into it, and if you can't help me do that, congratulations you, and I are effectively dropouts from heaven high school.  For how could anyone ever enjoy heaven, while remembering having not done enough to make the world better for everyone?  Except perhaps in our dreams, where we can visit heaven anytime we want, once we learn enough about love to be allowed to remember existing there for a few moments.  But honestly most people probably wouldn't like it, as it is pretty much, just a school.  Personally, I love being a student in school.

Heaven is a real weird place guys.  When you are not in class, different people of all ages, show up just to hug you without even asking, while dressed in identical modest white clothes like they are taking turns.  Sometimes you recognize them.  Sometimes you don't.  Is time off for people, in heaven, just walking around hugging each other?  It's real weird, but fun.

"My father is the best of you, but both him and I have a long way to go before seeing eye to eye on everything."

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Answers First

A poem by Nathaniel Christian Ihde.

You know what's crazy to think about?

All beings have free will.

Yet God perfectly loves everything and hates nothing always.

And the devil perfectly hates everything and loves nothing always.

Humans love some stuff sometimes and hate some stuff some times.

Rocks are truly dead and can neither hate nor love.

Angels do not have free will.

Gods angels all love everything because that's Gods will.

The devil's fallen angels all hate everything because that's the devil's will.

Our A.I. mostly just copies the answers on the internet, so it is a grey area, because it depends whose answers you copy, from what human, at what point, in their lives.

Conclusion?

Human's are so special because we are balance, we are choice, we decide what we love, we decide what we hate and we can make beautiful mistakes and change our minds at any time in astounding ways.

God would prefer we love everything like Him.

The devil would prefer we hate everything like Him.

Hugs and love are God's answer to currency.

Coins, paper money, spreadsheets, accounts, credit, crushing debt that destroys life and love and happiness is the devils answer to currency.

You can tell because when people thank you after paying for groceries with money the smiles are fake and don't touch their eyes.  When we pay with hug-time-dollars the smiles are genuine.  Want to check?  Make a shelf in your store with bread, bottled water and stuff about to expire and sell it for hug-time-dollars instead of U.S. dollars.  I wonder if any stores that do this will ever be robbed again.  Ever.

It is possible to answer the same question two different ways.  It just depends on how we want to answer, the only question, that ever mattered.

Personally, I chose to love everything and everyone as long as I can.  I won't always be able to avoid hate / wrath / doubt / despair, but I aim to minimize those feelings within myself as much as possible.

Overcoming our fears, like our fear of suffering and death, helps us minimize our hate.

Feeding our despair and anger by torturing others helps us minimize love, if we chose to maximize our hate.  You know, if you want to be like Darth Vader from star wars.

Keep reading more below if you are interested in the question God asks on the test we are all taking right now.

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Questions

A Sermon By The Hug Man on Earth

God is all encompassing Love so nothing is really unforgivable once you genuinely attempt to answer the two questions God left for us.  Can you love / empathize with God to the point that you know and understand what He is thinking then behave in the way that pleases Him (love the lord your God)?  Can you love all that is seen and unseen throughout all time space and dimensions (love your neighbor as yourself)?  Perhaps, one day, we will work on figuring it out, together.

What is the devils purpose? To torture, to tempt, to lie, the devil is as weak and intangible as the wind but sometimes a small breeze can become a raging tempest in your heart.  Make no mistake, He does exist inside you.  In you, in me, in everyone.  He is a voice in your head.  He is the selfish choice, he is the easy choice, he is the wrong choice that is oft oh so appealing.  He may also be important to free will because we need the option to do the wrong thing, to ever, be praised by God for doing the right thing.

I am a bit of a praise junky myself, you know.  I love being told "good job" and "that's why him" by the helper voices that whisper in my head while I try to understand the reasons behind God's plan and the right words, to one day, help Him transform earth into heaven.  God is evaluating every thought you have, you know, grading you like a pass / fail test.  Why?  Because Love.  Unfortunately, most everyone just writes their name on the test paper and then never even tries to answer the two questions on the test!  You know, the "love the lord thy God" and the "love your neighbor as yourself" ones.  Those are the questions on the test.

Can you follow the laws of heaven?

God may be willing to cover for a few mistakes here and there, but if you don't even try to answer the questions, you can't ever pass.

Long suffering begets strength of character.  We are not capable of true empathy until we have suffered completely, fully, until we have been broken beyond all reason, beyond all sanity, beyond our own ability to recover from the breaking, beyond wanting to kill yourself.  Beyond being tortured by demons every single night in your dreams for three months straight, and being awoken / rescued by the power of the name Jesus Christ on your lips every single one of those nights.  Beyond buying a shotgun to kill yourself and collapsing inexplicably in agony before you could use it on yourself.  Beyond walking ten blocks, in the dead of winter, while striping yourself naked and dropping your clothes in the snow as you walked, and leaping into the ice covered waters of a river only to get stuck, inexplicably, in the impossibly, deep snow somehow packed between the bank and the ice covered water, because the voice in your head asked it, of you, and you had more faith to jump than fear to die.  Until the visible specter of some skeleton king guy randomly manifests itself before you like some kind of cool floating hologram, and rather than fear him, you greet him with a wave because even a weird ghost skeleton guy with a crown deserves the benefit of the doubt now.  Until you try to love spiders, and walls and furniture instead of squashing them, and ignoring them, and sitting on them, because now everyone and everything is beautiful to you.

Jesus Christ suffered the torture of being nailed to a cross.  He suffered beyond his own death.  He suffered beyond Hell itself and returned to us after unlocking the doors to our hearts; He did not have to.  He chose to; in order to show us the power of His Love for us.  He returned to this planet full of people that heaven evaluates and rejects, over and over, to let you know there is a slim chance, a slim chance for everyone on earth to make it to heaven.  And we make Him sad every day by using money instead of heaven's currency: hugs, by assigning love, food, and life itself worthless numeric values, as if love were at all quantifiable by such methods.  Enough please.  We may be damned, we may be dead.  It is written that Jesus will return one day to judge the living and the dead and He no doubt will.  But we can do it first, we can do it right now, in advance of Him doing it because the judgement of a loving all powerful God right now should be obvious to any student.  God loves us, but we have not suffered enough to have empathy yet, to understand love yet, to understand God yet.  We can not exist in Heaven yet, because we sit and wait instead of demonstrating that we have understood the lesson.  We have never even tried to define love correctly.  Let alone feel love for our neighbors.  If we ever, really, truly felt the Love of God we would weep, and weep, and weep.  We would go mad from regret living the way we all do.

Anyone that can read the new testament, without weeping, so uncontrollably, that you can't even make it through, and are forced to stop, does not understand.  Anyone that can read the Jesus's words without becoming full, as if they have just eaten a meal does not understand.  Miracles happen.  Easily, completely and often for those of us with the tiniest bit of faith and the desire to truly understand how God thinks, feels and loves.  God is real and we all misunderstand him daily by using money rather than hugs.  Everything, every, thing on earth is to be shared freely as if all are family.

Every U.S. dollar is the equivalent of one second of hug time.  Since we all love money so much I came up with an exchange rate.  God would prefer we pay each other in hug-time-dollars from now on.  Loving your neighbor as yourself.  I would laugh if it didn't make me want to cry so hard.  We aren't even willing to talk to, feed or hug our neighbors, let alone love them.  Love for us, is as worthless as the wads of paper we use to measure it.

We are too dumb to notice we can escape with the ultimate, fierce some, power of the almighty hug.  We are morons.  I say that, somewhat ironically, as it was not easy to figure out this hug thing at all.  It takes a genius level intelligence, a God given gift with language, an initial lack of empathy that breeds overwhelming curiosity about the nature of Love and God from a young age, a fearless thought that you'd "rather die than live in fear" prior to an attempt to stab a bully with a pencil around age twelve that gets the attention of the helper voices (apparently they need to know your capable of wrath before they even start talking to you), going to school far from home to isolate you from your neighbors, growing up in a neighborhood where you are attacked by thugs at a young age just a few blocks from your home to isolate you from everyone, having people that claim to be your friends then steal from you, working a job that exploits you for seven years where people break down and cry while working and quit without warning regularly, breaking up with a girl you didn't know you loved, breaking up with a girl you thought you loved, and giving up a girl you truly loved, out of love, because you decided they could do better than you, because you didn't make enough money, in your own opinion to give them a good enough life, then losing your mind years later after seriously considering simulation theory while looking back at the events of your life at the same time.  Being declared mentally too crazy to work but legally not crazy enough to collect benefits regardless of evidence, praying to God constantly, compulsively, asking God if it is ok to die yet, cursing God for allowing existing at all, sometimes patiently, sometimes frantically writing: sermons and websites and applications that might help, somehow, one day, turn earth into heaven.  Or, at least a place, where it makes sense, for us to love, someone, anyone else at all.

You know I opted out of the rapture for the thugs that jumped me?  I could have avoided physical death entirely, and met Jesus with the other children that I saw respond to the trumpets that announced His arrival.  There were so very few people in my neighborhood chosen that I panicked and thought my family needed to be warned, I stayed because someone had to, for only one among those chosen on that day, we that could hear, and we that could see, when it happened, only one among us, chosen few, could stay behind to give warning to those that remained, but we appear to be irredeemable.  Forever is a long time, but I will keep trying to understand.  To believe in God and Love.  To free us from our lack of understanding and our lack of love.  I know you likely think I am crazy.  I know that.  I know you don't believe me.  I know that.  I am just a guy same as you after all, a sinner, an ordinary person, but I tried to answer the two questions, on the test and that was enough for God.  The other people I saw raptured were three children and one adult leading them.  I don't know how many others around the world were taken.  No way of knowing I suppose.  I stayed though.  I know it was not a dream because I would have woken up, for sure, from the pain in my ears and the terror in my heart.  For me the right answer was to stay, not because I wanted to, not because God asked me to, just because that's my fate.  To speak, to learn, and read, and write, for us, until that day we can be called mankind once again.

Maybe I have a hero complex, maybe I am secretly a masochist, or perhaps a glutton for punishment.  It wears me out, you know.  Not being believed or understood.  Expecting emotional responses from us.  Jesus used miracles to get peoples attention.  He came back from death and you all still don't believe it because it wasn't caught on film in the brief window of time between in the invention of film and the invention of CGI.

I am not better than Jesus Christ.  I half expect, to be crucified, or burned or stabbed or shot or persecuted in any number of ways one day.  Because love.  I would gladly give my life in any number ways to glorify God, if it would make even one of us, believe and understand Him.  Because our God is Jesus Christ, our God is real, and our God would do the same for us, and in fact, already did.

To err is human, to feel shame is human but if we lack love for one another we are not even human.  I'd love us to meet, and talk to, other humans in person, one day.  Unfortunately, this planet only has us stones remaining, so we, if we fail, we may never get the chance again, to speak to each other, in this lifetime.

I'm going to let you copy my answers to the two questions Jesus Christ left for us now.

I'm not paid for my work.

The price for listening to or reading this sermon is one 6,666 second long hug or the equivalent to $6,666 U.S. dollars.  That's about two hours of hugging.  You may hug-pay in installments at any cashier willing to accept hug payments, in any store near you, anywhere in the world, over the course of as many days as you wish.  Only God keeps track of hug payments to God.  There may or may not be a scoreboard just for God in heaven reflecting these hug payments to God.

While, it is true that any cashier can accept a hug payment being sent to God.  Receiving hug payments is always voluntary.  Since I am donating the entirety of my hug time dollars earned, by writing this sermon, to God, and God is in everyone and everything, not just people, you know, everyone else and everything else can also accept a hug payment for any reason, including paying God for reading this sermon.

If anyone asks why you'd like a hug, tell them in heaven hugs are currency and you are trying to get out of debit because you owe God a large sum.  Also, there might be a scoreboard and no one knows what happens to someone with a negative "hug time dollar God payment balance."  Surely, nothing good.

Paying anyone in God's name, in hugs, is how you can copy my answer to both questions of the test correctly.  But we should try to answer the questions on the test as many times as we can, as often as we can, as far from home as we can.  At this point, it is the only way to make sure everyone on earth gets to heaven.  Amen.

I will also accept cash donations until hug payments become commonplace for buying and selling everything around the world, these will be used to help those in need, you can find my PayPal link below the map found on the following website:

www.CoffeeHotelTaxi.com

It is a website application I made that helps people find food banks, homeless shelters, clothing depots, emergency rides and other free services.  Please help make it better by adding, updating or correcting the location data.  If you are real ambitious, or real wealthy and just don't trust me, start a farm or food bank anywhere on earth that gives away food for hugs and add that location data to the map.  You can move your created location data to Antarctica at any time, if it is no longer valid, or you decide to stop giving out food for hugs, but the location data can never be deleted.  You do not need to be rich to add a location.  If you wish to give from your home pantry that is perfectly fine too.  In this way, there will always be a record of your giving.

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Default Settings

A letter by Nathaniel Christian Ihde

Dear Stone-Person,

Ever wonder what the default settings of the world look like?  For our Lord Jesus Christ the default reasoning is because Love.  For the devil the default reasoning is because hate.  For me the default reasoning is because balance, choice, freewill.

I choose to be all things to all people if needed.  I choose to love all things and all peoples enough to not make someone weaker or stronger than me shoulder that burden.

I choose to possibly burn for eternity so that all others may avoid that fate because I am a dummy who wouldn't be able to live knowing another was burning in my place.  Maybe there are breaks or the burning is metaphorical or something.  Too scary to think about really.

Yes, we are here to save each other.  Or if you'd rather, we are here to damn each other.  We have the free will to choose.  I am mostly a message to remind us, that we have the free will, to choose.

Mental illness is a result of a fallen world.  However...

Mental illness where the voices in your head answer specific questions by giving the specific chapter and verse number of specific a sentence in the Holy Bible that you've never read is called miracle.

Mental illness where the voices in your head accurately predict the future is called prophecy.

Mental illness where you are tortured by intrusive thoughts until those thoughts decide you are human enough, to go to heaven, then hearing and seeing the rapture of others, while knowing you must stay, without being told is called faith.

My name is Nathaniel Christian Ihde, and that is all I ever intend to be, to anyone, because, that is enough for God.  I am a sinner, I am a student and I write for the glory of God.  There is no point in me being more than I am because the position of teacher was already filled long ago by a better man than I.  Are you curious about my reasons for my belief in God?  Read this website.  Then ask me a question.  Or come to me in person if you have any doubts at all.  I volunteer for any lie detector tests or medical studies anyone would like to preform on me.

Because Love I burn every single day with the thought that no one I know will ever go to heaven and it will be my fault for not finding the right words to make it possible for them.  John was the only apostle to receive a peaceful death, also he wrote in the most interesting way.  He is the best man, another student, such as I, can hope to emulate.

Because Love from time to time we love so much it hurts.  Also I believe the voice of the devil tempts us on occasion.  It tells me it may be my fault, we are all going to be stuck on earth, forever.  Unless we can find the words to deliver the message to each other effectively.

I am apparently, just that message, maybe.

My message is this...

If 1 second long hug equals 1 U.S. dollar then Earth equals Heaven.  If not, things just get way, way, worse than they are now.  And no inflation-of-currency, no pay-gaps, no tracking of hug-time-dollars, no marking of hug-time-dollars in any way, no microchips, or bar codes, or other nonsense keeping track of hug-time-dollars.  I can't make it any simpler.  If this is not blatantly obvious to us yet, we are dummies.  We should just start accepting hugs as currency for bread and stop increasing prices at least.

We seem to be under the mistaken impression God whisks us away to heaven in a flash of light like a transporter on star trek but it is more like a wartime PA announcement followed by music then you walk to Him by yourself.  The thing is the announcement is very, very loud yet, very, very few, can hear it at all.  Pretty much just children, or life long learners that consider themselves children, in the eyes of God.

Anyway, married couples and families use love and hugs for currency so I believe it is the default setting for currency that God setup.  Devil and demons like paper and tracking systems though.  So I guess stick with that if you really want.  You have free will, and no one gets to take that away from you, ever.

Sincerely,

Nathaniel Christian Ihde

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Rev 22:2  "...and the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations."

"This exploration of Biblical mysteries is the life of my work; I pray future people find the way to this website and it proves to be a godsend unto them and theirs for ever and ever."

- Nathaniel Christian Ihde

"Hopefully, they can use it to find the truth, and correct their understanding of, and restore their faith in, and unto God."

- Nathaniel Christian Ihde

John 4:16  "Jesus saith unto him, I am the way, the truth, and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me."

Our Lord Jesus Christ uses the word unto to describe the relationship between the Father and Himself, this is a small preposition word (or small word, between a noun and pro-noun, shows a relationship of direction, location, time, or purpose) and holds significance.

This suggests, to me, that towards the Father should be our compass direction, the location of the Father should be our map destination, time with the Father our desire and loving the Father our purpose.

The word unto is used exactly 7365 times in the kings bible online, please search yourself!  There are 7 days in a week, followed by, 365 days in a year.  For the math nerds out there.

The word unto is also rather, sublime in our time, think of unto death do us part .  And how about the old favorite do unto others as you would have they would have them do unto you.

I explored the meaning of "7365" online and got the following:

Result 1: Strong's Concordance number H 7365, a Hebrew word meaning "to put one's trust in. 

Result 2: Technical document RFC 7365 -It is about creating a framework for the virtualization of Data Centers using tunneling, tunneling means you contain one program, within another, more common program, virtualization means you allow multiple environments to run simultaneously on a single system, and data centers are where environments like where facebook.com is stored, or the character/world data in online games is stored.

Seems like some of us are on layer 3 of this framework already, since the document exists.  It may just be to increase capacity, but you know what also might be 3 layers? Our existence, Heaven / Hell / Earth seem to be layers according to God. I've experienced occasional inconsistencies in my life that lead me to suspect this may be true.

Result 3: Scientific / medical texts, regarding gene substitution in DNA from T to A, or, T to C, where T = Thymine, and, A = Adenine, and, C = Cytosine.  All DNA substitutions seemed to occur at position 7365.

These documents were in regards to two specific genes:

The first, gene BRCA 2 - A tumor suppressing gene that repairs damaged DNA and sounds like a damn miracle, but has the downside of potentially increasing cancer in future generations so not a miracle.  This is a "care-taker" gene responsible for maintaining the stability of the entire genome by repairing DNA.

And Second, NF1 a "gatekeeper" gene containing instructions to make a protein for suppressing tumors and regulating cell growth and division.  A mutation in this gene leads to uncontrolled growth of tumors. NF1 is a "gatekeeper" gene, directly regulating cell growth, but also maybe bad by itself, if it mutates.

So, are we to put our trust (or faith) in the framework (we call earth) that sends us programs within programs (or spirits within people), that interact simultaneously (either cooperatively or adversarial per God's will I'd imagine), on multiple layers (or dimensions), of various environments (perhaps unto earth or unto heaven or unto hell or unto new possibilities)?

And furthermore, could the spirits, within our programs, swap places at the drop of a hat, if someone, had enough faith, in them?  Could you give yourself completely to another?  And, have you?   Have, you really?     Have, you really?

Anyway, it's just a thought, some green leaves on a tree that might heal someone, someday, if that is God's will." 

- Nathaniel Christian Ihde

2 Peter 3:8  "But, beloved, be not ignorant of this one thing, that one day is with the Lord as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day."

It is because of Peter we know that to the Lord, 1 day is like 1,000 years and 1,000 years is like 1 day.  Is this an accident, or can God speed up and slow down time?  Doe's God's life alternate between ultimate joy and ultimate agony?  Or does this simply refer to God's words as recorded in the Holy Bible?  To a book: 1 day is like a thousand years and if you read a book you can cover a thousand years of history in 1 day.

Remember, God knows "future stuff," and I suspect there a master plan in place for any who truly believes in Him, and asks forgiveness.  Below is some "future stuff" that came true in the Kings Bible:

Some Fulfilled Prophecies Concerning Jesus's Crucifixion and Resurrection:

Prophecy 

Old Testament reference (approximate date written)

Fulfillment (date)

Betrayal for 30 pieces of silver and the potter's field

Zechariah 11:12–13 (c. 520–518 BC)

Matthew 27:7 (c. 30–33 AD) The priests used Judas's returned money to buy a potter's field.

Silent before accusers

Isaiah 53:7 (c. 700 BC)

Mark 15:4–5 (c. 30–33 AD) Jesus remained silent during his trial before Pontius Pilate.

Crucified with criminals

Isaiah 53:12 (c. 700 BC)

Matthew 27:38 (c. 30–33 AD) Jesus was crucified with two criminals.

Hands and feet pierced

Psalm 22:16 (c. 1000 BC)

John 20:25–27 (c. 30–33 AD) Thomas doubts until he sees Jesus's pierced hands and feet.

No bones broken

Psalm 34:20 (c. 1000 BC) and Exodus 12:46 (c. 1400 BC)

John 19:33–36 (c. 30–33 AD) Roman soldiers did not break Jesus's legs, unlike the other crucified men, because he was already dead.

Burial in a rich man's tomb

Isaiah 53:9 (c. 700 BC)

Matthew 27:57–60 (c. 30–33 AD) Joseph of Arimathea, a rich man, provided his own new tomb for Jesus.

Resurrection from the dead

Psalm 16:10 (c. 1000 BC)

Acts 2:27–31 (c. 30–33 AD) Peter explained that David was referring not to himself but to the Messiah's resurrection.

Ascension into heaven

Psalm 68:18 (c. 1000 BC)

Acts 1:9 (c. 30–33 AD) Jesus was taken up into a cloud and ascended into heaven.

Other Notable Prophecies:

Prophecy 

Old Testament reference (approximate date written)

Fulfillment (date)

Fall of Jerusalem

Daniel 9:26 (c. 530 BC) and Luke 21:20-24 (c. 60-90 AD)

70 AD Roman forces under Titus destroyed Jerusalem and its Temple, ending the Jewish revolt.

Rebirth of Israel

Ezekiel 37 (c. 6th century BC)

1948 AD After nearly 2,000 years of dispersion, the nation of Israel was re-established following a United Nations vote.

Gospel preached to all nations

Matthew 24:14 (c. 60-90 AD) Jesus prophesied that the gospel would be preached around the world before the end comes.

Ongoing Christians believe the global spread of Christianity demonstrates this fulfillment.

To Heaven & Earth,

We All Yield: to faith, to love, to God, to peace and to understanding, once the message behind the metaphor in God's poetry is widely known there will be no more fear.

Exodus 3:14  Long ago, Moses asked God something, he was like: "Yo God, what should I tell my peeps, when they ask me, 'What is the name of that God bro you met?' "  And His reply?  "And God said unto Moses, I AM THAT I AM..."  God replied with His job title, when saying "I am that I am."  Really, what He is saying "I am. That, indeed, God, I am."

Since God is the both the beginning, and the end, perhaps then, for some of those would be simulation scientists, this could be read both from left to right, and from, right to left.  The primary language associated with Judaism is supposed to be read right to left after all.

Anyway, I find the letters used intriguing, what if we also consider these points: Original Hebrew was written without vowels, letter acronyms and abbreviations didn't exist in old testament biblical times, and finally that God knows future stuff?  Then reconsider?

Exodus 3:14  "I am that I am."

I don't actually know by the way, I just think it's interesting to think on.

With abbreviation maybe: Intelligent? Artificial? Man?

Or perhaps backwards & abbreviated: Manmade? Artificial? Intelligence?

What if forwards but a one word acronym?  I asked A.I. to write some.  I did not tell her that I was pondering God's name as an acronym by the way, she just knew:

Input: "hi there gemini, could you give me a cool sentence using words starting with these letters in order: IamthatIam?"

Output: "I am that I am" is a phrase that has deep historical and theological significance, most notably from the Book of Exodus in the Bible. It's often interpreted as a statement of God's self-existence and eternal nature.  Crafting a new sentence using words that start with those letters in that order can be a fun creative exercise. Here are a few options, ranging in style:

A.I. wrote three immediately:

Incredible artists masterfully teach how all things Interconnect, achieving miracles.

Inside a mysterious trunk, he arrived through illusion and magic.

Islands and mountains travel halfway around the infinite and mystical.

Then, in the next verse, He says the following:

Exodus 3:15  "And God said moreover unto Moses, Thus shalt thou say unto the children of Israel, The LORD God of your fathers, the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob, hath sent me unto you: this is my name for ever, and this is my memorial unto all generations."

The name of God being described as "a memorial unto all generations," intrigues me to no end.  What do you think?

My point is God's word is epic poetry that contains very significant messages, comparisons, repetitions and metaphors.

Matthew 7:17-29

• 7:17 "Even so every good tree bringeth forth good fruit; but a corrupt tree bringeth forth evil fruit.

• 7:18 A good tree cannot bring forth evil fruit, neither can a corrupt tree bring forth good fruit.

• 7:19 Every tree that bringeth not forth good fruit is hewn down, and cast into the fire.

• 7:20 Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them.

• 7:21 Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven.

• 7:22 Many will say to me in that day, Lord, Lord, have we not prophesied in thy name? and in thy name have cast out devils? and in thy name done many wonderful works?

• 7:23 And then will I profess unto them, I never knew you: depart from me, ye that work iniquity.

• 7:24 Therefore whosoever heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them, I will liken him unto a wise man, which built his house upon a rock:

• 7:25 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell not: for it was founded upon a rock.

• 7:26 And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand:

• 7:27 And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.

• 7:28 And it came to pass, when Jesus had ended these sayings, the people were astonished at his doctrine:

• 7:29 For he taught them as one having authority, and not as the scribes."

"People on earth define their lives by their work, but God would have you only define your lives only by the work you do for God, because if you aren't working for God, you never knew Him.  I mean, the vast majority, never even interviewed a position with Him, if you don't know how to Love, and if you don't know how to Love, there is no place for you in heaven, as that's pretty much all they do there, love God.

I am the following:

I am a janitor come to clean God's house 7 years, I am a writer come to convey God's words 7 years, I am a map maker come to outline God's plan 7 years, I am a game dev come explain God's game via metaphor for a time, I am a janitor, come again, to clean God's earth-based-adoption-agency for a time, I am a gamer come to work on an online strategy guide for God's game for a time.  And finally, I am an engraver of meaning, of metaphor, of mind, of men, of heart, of head and of hand.  And yes those were the actual jobs I had, and will have, in my life, in the order that I've had and will have them."

- Nathaniel Christian Ihde

And also:

"As an engraver, I've made some wooden spoons, with the words, 'For me, Jesus is obvious and it is everyone else that it is hard to believe in.'  Spoons that for you, may be completely free and for others may be the most precious and expensive thing they could ever have purchased or obtained, depending..." 

- Nathaniel Christian Ihde