Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: God the Father

Look into the Old Testament once in a while. That was the domain of God the Father. He was a crazy old man who was under the false impression that we were all ants meant to be squished the very moment we crawl onto the wrong half-eaten apple. This guy took no prisoners when he retaliated, but he did take a lot of pleasure in it. He was filled with joy and laughter at the very idea of just messing something up. If this sounds to be in error, read about Samson sometime.

God was whimsy in its purest form. He just did whatever popped into his head whether it was a good idea or a bad one. And thank goodness for him that he was God or else he'd have to answer for it. If humans had any power over him, they'd be lynching him on the very first infraction.

Unfortunately for the poor mortals, all the ridiculous actions of God were as righteous as the very word can possibly entail. Everything God did was right and just for the soul reason of that he was God and that any descent on opinion could easily be wiped off by unzipping his pants and taking the world's biggest piss.

And you may think that I am being incredibly horrible and blasphemous when I say these thing about him. But I'm not. I actually adore him. I even love him. God the Father is freaking awesome. I've practically molded my life after the divine aspect of Leroy Jenkins.

The problem so many humans have is that they are always so afraid to do... anything. They are either afraid of ruing their lives or others. And so nothing gets done. We are all being regulated down into barely moving creatures with no lives of any meaning. God the Father... was anything but that.

Nope! God the Father was not bound by any rule or principle. If he had an idea, he'd enact it. He would pour every effort into doing that one thing... until he got bored of it. And yes, people suffered. So many of them suffered. But that's okay. No, it really is. Things got done because of him. Stuff happened. The world went on to new and amazing things. God the Father is the flow of the universe. The world turns because he got bored and decided to give it a spin.

If you are the type of person who just doesn't care and wants to just drive forward in whatever way you can... then you are likened to the personality of the Father! Just a fair warning though: Everyone will get seriously angry at you. Like all the time. I go through friends like water in a bucket full of holes. Holy crap.

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The painting is called "The Ancient of Days" by William Blake. I just really like it.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: A Trinity of Personalities

A common misunderstanding many Christians have about the Holy Trinity is that all three of them are all the same person in different forms. If that were true, there would hardly be a point to even handing off the number 3 at all. It would just be one fellow doing all the things that God does. But no, God is not just one person. There are three people up there, and they are extremely different from one another.

But hold on there, T.K.! If God really is three completely distinct individuals, does that mean that Christianity is not monotheistic after all? That is a good question and one that has me banging my head against the wall quite often. But here is the best way to look at it: Three individuals locked into a single agenda. In that sense, 3 becomes 1 and 1 inevitably is still 3. So yes... The Trinity is one thing in the sense that they are all working towards the same ultimate goal--that goal being the promotion of the human race and a rather small, insignificant matter of dealing with a rouge angel that was really no threat to begin with.

I do find it important, however, that you all have a complete understanding of who these three completely separate individuals are. I'll give it to you in brief and then follow it up with three other entirely separate blogs all dealing with who these deities really are. Let's list them out, shall we?

1. God the Father

Something akin to someone's crazy old grandpa who, even at one hundred and two, still persists that he is perfectly capable of doing all the physically magical things that all the young people are doing. And where that may be true, one might argue that he shouldn't. If you've ever come across an elderly fellow driving in the wrong lane while countless people swerve away from him to avoid a head-on collision, then you may know where I am coming from.

God the Father has everything stacked in his favor too. If he does hit you with his car, he'll be just fine while you're flatter than the flattest pancake. He is extremely impulsive, refuses to listen to anyone (unless he develops a fondness for them), and he is about as rude, crude, and ridiculous as he can be. All by human standards, mind you. But hey! I would argue that's what makes him so endearing!

2. God the Holy Spirit

This fellow isn't usually mentioned secondly, but my train of thought usually flows to him next. Even if the other order is more correct, I always found Jesus to be the last one in line, waiting his turn. So let's just pay the old Holy Ghost a visit first.

If you want to know what order is, have a look at the Holy Spirit. He has a particular thing he likes. He won't be persuaded otherwise. He also has a routine that cannot be broken, and he shan't be shamed for any of it!

The Holy Spirit values absolutism in all things. If something is not absolute, he dislikes it very much. He has a stick much longer than a mile up in his ass, and nobody should dare pull it out. This stick was there since the beginning of eternity, and that probably means it is intended to stay there.

He also dislikes you. He just does. No, flowers won't help you here. Just go home and give up on it.

But what the Holy Spirit lacks in charisma, he makes up for it in compassion and friendship. If he aligns with someone, he will do everything in his power to uplift that person even to his own detriment. He will never forsake someone in need, but really... he'd rather you just die... or simply cease existing. It would just be easier that way... for all parties involved really.

3. God the Son

Jesus! You know him. He's pretty much the pinnacle of the Bible. Everything rather landed on his shoulders there at the end. With Jesus, we find a magical balance between the OCD of the Holy Spirit and the impulsiveness of the Father. Yet he borrows all the good qualities from both.

Jesus really is stoicism in its purest form. There is both a strength and calmness to him happening all at once. He is manly and forthright in his dealings with others. It is easy to feel safe around him at all times--something amiss from the other two parts of the Trinity. A strong man who is calm in spirit with the will to put himself out there and make things happen is much similar to Jesus.

Spoiler alert: I'm nothing like him. I tend to lean closer to Daddy.

Come back in the coming weeks and I'll go more in depth about who these people are. Yes, it will all be a bit of a rehash, but I just want to be clear on all fronts. Besides... who else bothers to talk about stuff like this?

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Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: A Tall Tale (A True Story)

As the title of this story suggests, it is a true story. It is also a story about me and it is very brief. So you won't be reading it for very long. In any case, you should do your best to take it very seriously, as you may be tempted not to.

When I was very, very young, and also very short, I had a toy that I was very fond of. It was a laser gun that went pew pew! It even lit up and stuff when you pulled the trigger. I had a lot of fun with this laser gun, but I guess my parents didn't like it very much.

One day, I must have been especially noisy, or bad, or something. Whatever was the cause, they took it away from me. I was very sad about this and cried as they took it away and through the house. I saw my dad put it on the highest shelf of the foyer closet. And I really do mean high. I was just a tiny thing. There was no way I was getting up there!

I jumped and stood on things, but seriously, I was freaking small. It wasn't happening. That gun was gone. And it didn't look like my parents were going to give it back to me. So I realized I needed a plan... a plan so sneaky, so brilliant, so unexpected that my parents or any other parents would be totally baffled by its complexity.

I decided... to get taller.

Of course, this was a very slow plan. I actually couldn't just shoot up. I had to work at it slowly. So at least for a time, I had to let my favorite toy go and focus on growing up. Years went by. I went to school. I went to church. I did all the things kids did as they slowly grew taller and taller. And, boy, was I growing taller. But it never seemed to be tall enough to get to that ungodly high shelf.

It took me ten years. TEN YEARS! But I knew when the day finally came. I had been painstakingly measuring myself on the wall of my bedroom. With a little help from a stool, I was sure I could get that toy back. So I waited for a day where I could be alone in the house. I grabbed a stool and placed it at the open closet in the foyer.

My plan was almost complete! TEN YEARS. It was time. It was finally time. I crawled up onto that wobbly stool. I reached up into that crowded top shelf. I had a good idea of where it was. I totally remembered where my dad put it.

It wasn't there.

I got down and moved the stool a little so I could check the other parts. I dug around like crazy. I really wanted it back!

It wasn't there.

I became frantic! I started pulling things off the shelf. It wasn't there! It wasn't there at all. My laser gun was gone! What happened?!

When my parents got back, I asked them what they did with my laser gun! Can you believe they had no idea what I was talking about?! I described it and everything! NOTHING! IT'S LIKE IT NEVER EXISTED!

To this very day, I wonder... just wonder... what the heck happened to that wonderful noisy toy of mine. I still see it in that one part of that one closet. I see my dad putting it there. I just... don't understand... how it disappeared like that,

Oh, and on a side note, I'm 6 foot 4 now.

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Monday, November 18, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: My Amazing First Memory

Everyone has a first memory. I find it pretty hilarious when I ask someone what their first memory is, and they reply with, "I can't remember it." Not sure they got the point.

My very first memory is extremely magical. I was probably still an infant. At the very least, I was young enough to still be cradled in my mother's arms. I was aware enough to know that the woman cradling me was actually my mother too, as that part of the memory is very clear.

So in this memory--this amazing, magical first memory--my mother was carrying me to the front door of my house. She opens it up and directs me to look up into the bright and sunny daytime sky. We had a lot of trees around the house, so I remember those too. I could still see much of the sky despite the canopy.

Now at this point in the memory--my very first one, by the way--my mother expresses that she is about to show me something amazing. And a moment later, she does. Somehow, beyond belief, my mother, single-handedly, turned the sun off. CLICK! Like a light switch. One moment the sun was shining bright, and in the next, it was night time.

This was SO AMAZING! I have like the COOLEST MOTHER EVER! Can YOUR mom turn off the sun? I DON'T THINK SO!

But just when I thought that was all she could do, my mother instantly switches the sun back on. WOW! She can do it BOTH WAYS! Seriously, there is a reason this is my first memory. How could I possibly have forgotten this?! My mother has the power to literally alter day and night cycles. That little bump in my brain was definitely never getting ironed out.

Of course, now that I look back on it, I did find out that there was a full solar eclipse in the early 80's. So I guess the phenomenon can be better explained now that I am much older. After all, who knew my own mother had the power to cause eclipses?! She's so cool!

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Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: Defending the Bible as a Fairy Tale

I'll keep this brief. I know there is an urge to over-repeat something when you really wanna hammer something in. But I want to just state the facts as they are. And here they are:

1: A fairy tale is a story, fiction or otherwise, with fairies in it and may contain other notable aspects created by fairies such as talking animals.

2: Fairies are supernatural beings that can be either fallen angels or the offspring of fallen angels (known as demons).

3: The bible contains a large number of notable moments where humans have made contact, both direct and indirect, with creatures to whom we later refereed to as fairies.

4: The Bible contains two notable talking animals communicating with human characters (Lucifer as a snake and Balaam's donkey).

5: There is nothing about the term "fairy tale" that suggests that it must be a work of fiction.

I consider the Bible to be a true account of things that really happened on this planet. I consider many of these strange things to be extant. There was a time when fairy tales were a way of life for us. We grew cynical and refuse to see them as anything more than mere fiction. The Bible is a true fairy tale. That's all I have to say on the matter.

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Weirdly this image was made to debunk the Bible, but I kinda like it.

Monday, November 11, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: Anput

Wait... did Anubis have a wife? I'm so confused. I randomly ran into this cynocephaly woman by the name of Anput. I had a little difficulty tracking down information on her. But apparently she was the wife of Anubis.

Or was she?

A lot of the information online about Anput is that she was simply the feminine form of Anubis. I worried that this was just people making a female form of a popular character from ancient stories. The reason I feel this way is because she seems to have the exact same position as Anubis, that being the god of the mysteries of embalming.

One source told me that she merely assisted Anubis in this task. I don't know about you but I find that very sweet. It may have been all business for them, but there is a familial sweetness to a husband and wife working the same job. That's cool.

Another thing that confuses me about the lore is that some drawings has Anput as a human female. I mean... which is she? There is a possibility that she was female and wore an outfit that resembled a jackal. Some of the records suggest this. Nevertheless, it's hard to nail down what the truth really was.

One thing that was confirmed is that Anubis fathered a daughter by the name of Kebechet. She was a human woman with the head of a snake. Anput is often cited as the mother. I think, at this point in my research, my headache got a little bit too much, and I had to draw back for a while and let a lot of this settle.

The whole thing really does make me curious. I ask myself if Anubis really did fall in love or if it was a marriage of convenience. Was she really human or another cynocephaly? How was it that their child was so strange? I don't have the answers to these things, but I'd love to hear your opinion on the matter. Who and what was Anput? I'd really like to know.

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Wednesday, November 6, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: What Remains of Edith Finch

I found out about "What Remains of Edith Finch" in 2019 after checking to see if Giant Sparrow made any more games after "The Unfinished Swan." Turns out I already owned it. It was a freebie given to me for being a member of the PlayStation Plus service. I went ahead and replayed the first game as a refresher. Loved it all over again. And then... it was time to play their new 2017 game.

I did not really know anything about "What Remains of Edith Finch." I went into it with a fresh view, only thinking about what they were able to accomplish before, but not knowing anything about what was to come. What I ended up finding was a sincere progression of the theme but delivered in an entirely new way.

"What Remains of Edith Finch" follows a young adult woman as she explores her childhood house. A strange place right out of the pages of a Lemony Snicket story. Apparently the Finch family was full of creatives. They all painted, sculpted, wrote, acted, built... dreamed... imagined... loved. Every one of them was an artist and seemed to yearn to exist within their creations... maybe more than was healthy.

There was another issue with this huge family: They had a very real tendency to die. In fact... by the time the game started, Edith was the only one of them left. The family believed that they had a curse on them. It got so bad that all the children were sealed into their rooms for their lives to prevent accidents. But what do you do to stop an imagination so large and powerful that it threatens to run away with you?

A lot of the deaths seemed like just accidents. That's how they were reported. But the truth of the matter was that the Finches were all desperate to escape from reality. The one boy did not jump off a cliff; he flew... be cause he dreamed of flying.

Every single dead member of the Finch family left something behind. Not only their memory but the whole of who they were through their artwork. And through their imaginings, we get to experience who they were within their creative minds, and not just a tale of someone who slipped and fell or committed suicide in the name of leaving to a better place. This was a family of dreamers, and the game allows you to see them for who they believed they were... and maybe they really were those things.

Now the most interesting part of the game came by way of Milton Finch. They were hinting at him throughout the game. He was the most curious because nobody ever found his body when he died. Well as it turns out, Milton created a magic paintbrush that took him to a world of his own creation. From there, he became a king that designed the world to his own liking. Yes, Milton was the king from "The Unfinished Swan." And if you know the story, he did not really die.

The fact that Milton lived makes me question the supposed deaths of the other family members. Did they really find the worlds they were looking for? Was their "death" their strange way of moving on to their own personal frequencies? The game presents a very fun fairy tale question. I can't help but wonder if this wonderful family was able to find the happiness they deserved.

Sadly, the game ends on the same unfinished note as their previous. But at the same time, this game ultimately completes "The Unfinished Swan." So I can't help but wonder what story their third game will tell. I want to dive deeper into the mind of the artist. I want to see the worlds they create. I want to sink deep into their imaginations and see their mastery at work. Most of all, I want them to live forever within their creations. I feel similarly about my own creations. This world is so boring and silly. What we need is a bit of crazy. A bit of whimsy. What we need is a fairy tale.

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Monday, November 4, 2019

Fairy Tale Spotlight: The Unfinished Swan

I want to stop for a bit and talk about a game company that had become very endeared to me over the last 5 years. The company in question is called Giant Sparrow. Since 2012, they have produced a total of 2 video games, both of which have filled me with a lot of happiness, and perhaps a bit of sadness too. All good, by the way.

The name of these two games are "The Unfinished Swan" and "What Remains of Edith Finch." This week, we are going to talk about these two games in that order.

One thing to note about Giant Sparrow games is they all seem to have stories hovering around death. Yet there is still so much life there. They are not so much about death, but the life lived and what is left behind. "The Unfinished Swan" introduces a boy named Monroe right after the death of his mother. The only thing left behind after her passing is a painting she made of an unfinished swan, which was his favorite of all her paintings.

From there, he is drawn into a fairy tale world literally based on an unfinished work of art. He has to use droplets of ink and water in order to make the strange world around him make sense. And from this odd presentation, we find the narrative of a king who created the world around him to suit himself. The only problem was that the people living there did not have his vision and tended to complain and revolt.

The king does occasionally try to make corrections to his artistic world to appease them, but it seems that there are always complaints. Ultimately, he is forced into various creative slumps that lead to darkness and a little bit of danger and chaos. Through all this Monroe experiences the kings trials through the artistic progression of the world he painted for himself.

The thing that fascinated me about the king is when I realized that this is not just some fairy tale character. He is a real person who literally escaped into his own imagination. He's a real person living within a world that he personally created. And even better... he is still working on it while there. How was it his fault that the people living there wouldn't agree with him? I wonder if that's something God has to put up with often. Nevertheless, the king learns that he can't satisfy everyone and decides to move on.

When an artist dies or retires, something very odd happens. He still somehow exists. Maybe not him particularly. The art tends to take on a personality of its own as it seeps into the minds of those who view it. It can even inspire others to continue creating. I'm surprised people don't link artistic endeavors with godhood more often. Ask anyone who creates, and see if they don't want to be apart of their creation. If they say no, they are probably lying or don't care about what they are making in the first place.

Artists are the true world-builders. They create things that would never exist if they had not put brush to canvas. "The Unfinished Swan" is a perfect example of the effect loving artists have on us. All they really want is to escape from this boring world by creating something more interesting... something we never had until they stepped in. This is a video game about someone who finally managed to escape.

But who was the king? Where did he come from? That question was left unanswered in the game. But in 2017, a new game by Giant Sparrow would finally answer that question. And it would be one of the strangest journey's any video game would ever put me through.

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