The Power of Sacrifice

We do not take this world seriously. We take seriously our mission in this world to help people see the primacy of the Spirit Realm. What really matters in this world is whatever expresses the Ultimate Reality of the Spirit Realm. What we will carry with us when we depart this realm is only what already belongs to that higher realm.

Given that a fundamental element of our existence here is deception about such things, should we be surprised that truth stands “common sense” on its head? Our greatest power in this realm below is sacrifice. When demonic forces enter your life to disrupt the mission, they often attempt to distract you with things of no value. One of the biggest distractions continues to be the very civilization in which we live, with all its attendant mythologies. If you can’t offer up your connections to this Western construct to be burned on the altar, you will remain utterly distracted and your mission will suffer.

Not that it would hinder God’s plans in this world, nor His plans with others. It will hinder your participation in His glory while you are here. It’s another of those paradoxes: If you are truly self-interested, then you’ll learn how to sacrifice anything and everything in this world for the maximum foretaste of the the next world you’ll encounter. There is nothing better in this world than sampling Heaven. Our entire focus, and our position here, is not changing anything eternal except our participation in eternity.

Got that?

For this world, the Cross was the ultimate failure. For the Spirit Realm, it was the ultimate victory. You don’t claim your share without your own cross.

Most of you dear readers know that I consider some elements of Game Theory (socio-sexual psychology) consistent with revealed morality. No one is surprised when I reject the Western social orthodoxy that includes feminism, but I also reject the Western mythology of manhood, too. It’s all part of the same package of lies. I don’t have to dominate the way most Game Theorists insist we do. My goals are not to win anything except my own sanity and peace of mind. The most direct path to moral victory is only incidentally related to any kind of socio-sexual prowess. I’m not trying to win at Game; I’m trying to claim spiritual victory.

Wanna be friends? Sure, let’s share the human warmth while we can. But try to keep in mind that such warmth is a by-product, not the thing we seek. You’ll first have to make friends with my mission. Love my mission and you’ll have as much of me as you can get.

For the past couple of months I had to recalibrate. God help me if I don’t grow and change every day in one way or another. One of the most disturbing thoughts is that I might be the same man I was a week ago; I might as well be dead. So for a couple of months I had to back off and play aloof with the world because my interaction was all wrong. But that was not a permanent tack. Once I killed off whatever it was hindering progress, I replanted and started afresh. Does that mean I now look silly because I’ve changed my social veneer?

I can afford to appear a fool. Most people aren’t going to notice in the first place. Those who do probably won’t think much about it. It’s not my fellow humans I’m trying to dominate; it’s the demons that use them. I don’t need to impress the people. If I can bulldoze a path through the jungle of Satan’s lies, it won’t matter what his victims think. They aren’t the objective — it’s all about the truth.

Yes, compassion and empathy are required. If I don’t extend a warm regard to everyone I encounter, they are less likely to see the truth I’m trying to expose. But my compassion must be God’s compassion, not something I do for my own desires. So the most compassionate thing I can do for the bitch who wants to dominate every man is to simply shrug it off. I don’t have to verbally beat her into submission to my superior masculinity. It’s vaguely possible that scene might happen, but only if she demands it. While you can be sure I will adamantly refuse to placate her demonic rage, only the Holy Spirit can decide if I need to deal with her at all. The context will tell me.

The same goes for any woman who, for whatever reason, decides her passions run in the opposite direction with me. Don’t laugh; it happens often enough. I have to engage her in a way that defuses her distractions from the truth. I don’t need a harem, not even if it’s purely speculative (or merely emotive) in nature. My fallen ego loves the idea, of course, but it’s all wrong for the mission.

It’s a false dichotomy that a man must either be aloof and mysterious, dominating by seeming to be unattainable, versus putting on an overwhelming charisma and manipulating directly. Rejecting those two images of manhood does not mean I am forced to accept a socially dependent status. That sort of social mythology doesn’t own me. Instead, I strive to be the shepherd, a biblical role totally missing from the calculus of Western Game Theory. I can remain totally alien to the entire social context and still participate because I have a mandate from God to do so. Into this confusing situation I bring my own personal clarity of purpose and claim the divine power that comes with it.

The power of sacrifice is not in calculating from our human perspective how best to juggle resources for some reasonable outcome. The power of sacrifice is that we aren’t bound up by such considerations. We can afford to pour ourselves out and shock the whole world with the alien value system just as Christ did in His day. We don’t have to win anything on any human level because those things will not follow us into the afterlife. The commitment to sacrifice will come with us. Indeed, it’s that power that gets us half way there while we remain stuck here.