No More Lies

Lies kill.

You don’t think so?

“Terrorists.” — George Bush Jr.

“Public enemy number one…drug abusers.” Ronald Reagan

There are others.

“If we centralize the banks, then the market will stabilize.” — Banking Cartel

Yes, we are force fed lies at every level. I am not talking about when humanity hasn’t discovered something, or when well-informed people make a mistake. I am talking about those that willfully lie, and I am talking about those that remain willfully ignorant. People that have an opinion on something but haven’t even bothered to look into it. They just assume it’s not a problem, if it doesn’t effect them personally. Or, perhaps, they may even conclude that somehow the individual or group of individuals brought it on themselves, or somehow deserved to be murdered, abused, or homeless.

What happened to “treat others the way you wanted to be treated”?

The part that makes all this the most difficult is that these lines of reasoning do not come from my typical “lost” friends, but from supposed “Christ-fearing” people. Not all, but most.

This is troubling to me.

As a devout student of the Judeo-Christian Bible, and a student of philosophy and history, I see only one group of people that acted that way in the Scripture, and they were the Pharisees.

I don’t make this statement lightly.

I once was one. It breaks my heart to see it and admit it, but I walked like this for several years. Sure, I saw some good things come out of it, but I was just another Pharisee.

What does this have to do with lies?

I am glad you asked. The Pharisees believed the lie that by doing X, Y, Z or not doing X, Y, Z they were somehow being justified or sanctified by their efforts. The Pharisees added laws or rules that did not exist in the Scripture.

Sound familiar?

Religious conservatives in the Bible Belt are worst at this. I can say this, because I have lived in the Bible Belt most of my life, but I have spent a significant amount of time outside of it. I have learned that going around ramming my spiritual beliefs down everyone’s throat and insisting that I am right on every theological point that one can think of is actually counter-productive to true Gospel teaching.

Now, some of you may read this and go, “I don’t act like this.”

First, I would encourage you to introspect and maybe ask a close friend or loved one.

Second, it’s good if you do not act like that. Not everyone does.

Finally, even Pharisees can be redeemed. Paul was an excellent example of this. Not only did he convert, but he became more zealous for the impact of the Gospel.

I’m hungry for that. Who else is?

Wagen, over and out.




A Perfect Circle

I know some of you will read the title and think of the band. It’s a decent band, but I am not talking about them. Today, I will explore the relationship between friends, family, and how they are classified in my circle.

I freely admit that my life is far from drama free. You can’t get rid of all of them, but you can put the brakes on some of it, whether by calling people out, or just disassociating with them. I have had to do some of both over the years.

In short, I have an inner circle of people that I hold really close. Some of them have been removed recently, but that was their own doing, even though they would probably disagree. Oh, well. It’s not their life.

This inner circle includes family by default (friends have to earn a spot), but they can fall out of good graces, and with me, it’s tough to get back. In fact, I basically ensure it’s impossible. Is that what Jesus would do? I don’t know, honestly, and I am not Jesus. I am just a man with big dreams to change the world, and I am not letting anyone shit on my dreams…especially people that claim to love me.

That’s not how this works.

That’s not how any of this works.

So, if you are reading this and you think, “It sounds like he is talking about me.” I probably am. If not, then the old saying goes, “If the shoe fits…”

Don’t hate the player, hate the game. I am the victim of a war. I know many of the privileged, religiously conservative people in my life don’t believe me, but it’s not really my obligation.

I’m just being me.

Take it or leave it.

Wagen, over and out.

“Obsessed” with Weed #OpenYourEyes #TheyLive #YouDontFuckingKnowMe

I have received several critiques over the last year or two. One that particularly troubles me is that I am “obsessed” with weed, or that I am allowing it to destroy my life.

Now, I can understand how one could draw that conclusion just by taking a casual glance at my life. However, I am the only one that has attended all my doctor’s appointments, considered the different medical and therapeutic treatments, lived with the torture, and made an informed decision.

Guess what?

I have been doing this since I was little. I ask everybody lots of questions, especially doctors…especially when I have like 10 disorders.

Guess what?

I also read alot of books, on many topics — medical, historical, war strategies, languages, electronics, finances, religion, philosophy, and the list goes on. I am not saying I know everything, but I did my homework, and continue to do so, so don’t think you know more or better than me about my life. It’s not complicated. I wouldn’t pretend to know more about your life.

I just expect the same courtesy in return.

Living with all of these disorders is tough. Even as I write this, I wonder if it is “out-of-line” or “wildly appropriate.” Either way, I wrote it, and you can fucking deal with it.

Wagen, over and out.