My beliefs

Do you know why we are here in the flesh?
Do you know why we are made to suffer as animals?
It was not always so.
In the beginning; in the very beginning, there was nothing but the great void. Chaos filled the void, and enveloped it. For eternity, the void continued unchanged until something moved upon it, under it, within it. This thing; this new element was like a shark. It moved ceaselessly for it was aware that if it stopped moving, it would be ensnared by the chaos which it was trying to escape. This new element was a will, and it's force was great.
The force of this will was so great that after a time and an age, it burst forth from the chaos, born of it's own first words.
"I am that which I am!"
Those words would forever be His proper name. Do not mistake. I do not talk of a being made of flesh and bone. This is a being of spirit, and in the spirit there is no gender. Words such as male and female are relegated entirely to the flesh. They have no meaning for spirit bodies. "His" is a generic term, meant only to denote ownership. Father and son are terms meant to denote creator and creation. He is Father and Mother, and we are sons and daughters.
For a time, I am gloried in his own being, for he had done the impossible. He had changed the face of chaos and imprinted his will upon the universe. He was alone though, and as all beings understand, to be alone is to be lonely. So He created for Himself a companion, which he called "Son", and the son called Him Father. The Son was perfect in all respects. He was created to love the Father and give him everything that he needed. In return, he was loved and given everything that he needed.
Then, he created a world to inhabit. He lit the heavens so that all may see this glory, and made beasts to walk upon this earth and cry his name. He looked upon all that he created and saw that he loved it all.
Unfortunately, companionship with only one can become lonely as well, and perfection is not always what is desired. Both Father and Son longed for further companionship, and so another was created. This they called the Morning Star. The Morning Star was in all respects, as perfect as the Son. He was given every attribute that had been given the Son. He was beautiful, and intelligent, and strong, and wise. He only dimmed in comparison for being second born. It was soon discovered though, that even such good company as this could only last a lifetime; and for eternal beings, that's a very short span. So Father created, in their image, all the children of God. He looked down upon us and saw that he loved his creation.
He set us upon His earth to care for Her and know His name for all. For this is his bride, his favorite of all places.
Many ages passed and all the Children of God lived in His love. Not all could appreciate his love though. The Morning Star had grown Jealous of the Son. He had grown jealous of Father's love for His first born. He believed that he deserved that love, for was he not imbued with all the attributes of the sun? Was he not as beautiful and intelligent and wise and strong? Did he not do everything within his power to gain the affections of his Father? Was he not worth the same affections that the Father showed the Sun?
Over time, this jealousy festered in the heart of the Morning Star. He looked upon the children and hated them. He hated them because they had eachother to turn to and profess their love for Father and one another. He did not feel that he had that same privelage. The Sun did everything that he could to sate the Morning Star. He gave him love and affection. He showed him wonders beyond imagining. It all proved in vain. How can you appease hatred when you are it's target? How can you drown sorrow when you are the air that it breathes?
The Morning Star believed that he was only created out of the Father's love for the Sun. Because of this he felt jilted, mistreated, malformed, unloved. He accused Father, Sun, and Man alike in his heart. He accused them for his poor state of mind. He accused them of loving one another better than they loved him. In time, he found children who felt the same way as he. He found children who had exiled themselves from the company of their siblings. He took solace with them. Together they accused Father and Son. Together, they decided that they would be better off without Father.
One day, the Morning Star and those of his mind openly accused Father. Father was so terribly saddened that a full third of his children could hate him so, that he mourned heavily. That another third could not decide who they believed grieved him into blind rage. His tears fell forever and drowned every living thing. Every beast that walked the earth was killed. Every plant destroyed. In his fury, Father shook the earth and dislodged Her from Her proper place in the heavens. Father would have destroyed us in his anger as well, had it not been for the Sun.
The Sun loves us with as deep and all abiding affection as he felt for the Morning Star. Because of this, he pleaded with Father not to destroy us, but instead to mearly teach us a lesson. The Father agreed. He said that since the Accuser and his followers felt that they would be better off without their Father, he would give them the opportunity to find out how it feels to be outside his presence. He would let them discover on their own, what it means to be without Him. The Accuser though, he could not forgive. The Accuser would never be out of His sight until all had passed through the flesh and met His judgment. Then, after all things were come to pass would The Accuser meet his fate and be cast forever from the sight of All. Because the Sun had so vehemently stood for us, it was given to him that he should carry out Father's judgment when the time comes.
We were not in the flesh then. The flesh is the lesson we all must learn for the mistakes of those who would falsely accuse their creator. The mistakes of those who would say that He does not love, that He is not Love.
Our Father created us in His image. That's not just to say that we look like him. He has the same emotions as we. He hurts the same way that we do. He needs us, His companions, His children to keep Him on his path. He tells us as much in His beautiful letter to us. His Bible. His book of books. This is why he fashioned us bodies of flesh to inhabit. This is why he made us male and female in the flesh, so that we may propogate so that all may pass through the flesh. This is why on the eighth day, he created Adam; so that the Sun could come to us in the flesh and abide with us, and be our final sacrifice. The flesh has no meaning beyond how we treat eachother while we abide in it, and how we treat His bride, our mother. What's truly important is that we not allow ourselves to be deceived by the Morning Star and his followers. Make no mistake, he's sewn the seeds of confusion and they are bearing fruit. Most people don't recognize this fruit and that is what makes it so dangerous. It's disguised because it grows among the church, among the so-called faithful. The Morning Star tries to confuse us with numbers, and with thoughts of what we think mercy and fairness should be. There is none more merciful or fair than our Father. We are the ones who use unnecessary cruelty in His name. Don't worry. Those who sin in the name of God will be held accountable. I can promise you that.
Those who took the cloth and preach the words of the Morning Star, and say unto us that we need not understand, that we need only to listen to them and their poison. Those who say that the will of God is unknowable. Those who say that that which is meant to reveal is concealed. Those who promise that we will be taken from this place before the Morning Star in known in the flesh will be held especially accountable. Take care siblings, that you do not fall into this trap, this rapture. Don't let the false prophets lead you into oblivion.

Let's call the whole thing off.

I am finally fed up with hearing about how the white man stole everyone else's musical stylings (Kanye West). First off, it's impossible to steal someone else's style. All you can do is imitate it. Secondly, where do you think 90% of all musical instruments came from?
Another point that I would like to make that you will probably think besides the point is that white people invented basketball. White people invented baseball. White people invented football (ever heard of rugby?). White people even invented fut-ball (soccer for the less worldy aware). Now how about that Twista? I love the sound of a violin. I love the sound of classical music. I love the way that Twista uses classical music in his songs. I love how he's not ashamed to say it either. Mims on the other hand. This chode takes 30 seconds of a Vivaldi concerto, speeds it up, puts it on a loop and has the nerve to say that he came up with it. I can appreciate that he likes classical music, but that's called plagiarism. I don't care if it is out of copyright. Why don't we just stop arguing over who came up with what and give credit where it's due?