Perhaps this whole anti-gun agenda is a subconscious shift on the part of society in general towards our old, prehistoric way of life. After all, they say in the bible that in the final days, it will be like it was in the days of Noah, before the flood. Perhaps someday, we will see our battle-fields not bombarded by shells and rockets, but rather by blades, shields and the carcasses of dead animals. December 24th, 2012 has come and gone, and the ‘end of the world’ prophecy has apparently been fulfilled, and now, the world is evolving again, back into its original state. Guns are made from metals, of various elements, compounds and alloys. Swords, axes and other weapons of that nature are also made from these elements. We may understand them on a scientific level, and how to manipulate them in like manner, however, I know prehistoric man also understood them, but most likely on a deeper level, that we may not yet understand. Perhaps there was a lost art or knowledge pertaining to these elements, when it comes to warfare, that we have yet to gain back. Certain murderers even confess to taking a special sort of pleasure in the slower, yet messier process of sinking a blade into someones flesh, rather than the quicker act of firing a bullet into someone. There’s almost a ceremonial act of a spiritual transfer of energy, as there life is more slowly taken with the metallic blade rather than the metallic bullet.
How emotionally and socially detached I am. If you were to meet me in person, and had to live with me for a few days, you would find I’m hospitable, but passively unfriendly, meaning that I am almost impossible to befriend. Not because I’m unfriendly, I am quite the opposite, I just have no desire to make actual ‘friends’ with anyone, and yet I am one of the nicest and easy going people you will ever meet. Meeting me in the kitchen, I may be fixing my meal and if you struck a conversation with me, I would engage in a good conversation, but once my meal was prepared, I would go on my way, back to my room, and all communication would be cut off once again, until I came back out to prepare my next meal. I have no desire to be social whatsoever, in fact, It makes me uncomfortable. Simply being around someone makes me uncomfortable. I would prefer to live alone, It’s like I have no feeling for others. Even though I do get angry, happy, frustrated and sometimes even a little envious, but when applied to camaraderie, friendships and relationships, or any type of attachment to someone else . . . . there is nothing there inside of me, it is blank, hollow. I still remember the day I was sitting on my biological mother’s lap, and I realized she was giving me up for adoption. I remember feeling angry for the first time, and I remember her crying. I could feel her warm touch gently against the back of my neck, but I did not look up at her, I remained facing forward, and stone silent . . . I gave no response back to her, I just sat there, seething with anger. That was the last memory I had of her, and I think that set the tone for the rest of my life, I would remain emotionally and socially detached from the rest of the world . . . . and yet, I’m aware of a certain aspect of the world that few know of. I think that is another aspect of God’s paradoxical nature. God is a dual paradox.