Even a**holes can get missions from God
“You need to write,” I imagined the God I don’t believe in saying.
“I do,” I said.
“So write,” that God says.
“I am,” I said. And it was true.
My mission in the afterlife
I described my life this way: “Heaven with slower internet.”
I’m living in the afterlife—a place a lot like Heaven, but with slower internet.
I have no reputation to protect, no secrets to keep. All sins have been forgiven.
I have nothing that I need to accomplish. And yet, there are things to be done.
God wants me to write…I wrote.
“I don’t want you to write,” God interrupts me. “I don’t want anything. As God, I have everything. And as my Child, so do you.”
“Then it must be I who want to write,” I start to write. I start to stop myself. I finish stopping myself. I start writing something else.
“I don’t want to write,” I write. “There’s nothing to want, for I am already writing.”
“And now you have written,” says an imaginary reader. “And I don’t want to read because I am reading.”
God has a mission for everyone
God has a mission for me.
I’m not special.
God has missions for everyone.
“Even me?” asks an imaginary reader. “I’m a kind of an asshole. So why would God have a mission for me?”
“That imaginary reader is a kind of an asshole for real,” affirmed an imaginary friend of the imaginary asshole reader.
“I have missions for everyone,” God says, “even assholes like you.”
“What’s my mission?” asks another reader.
“That’s not the way I work,” God says. “I have lots of missions. Indeed, I have all the missions. Just like I have all the plans. Ask, and I will answer.”
“Can I have reading this post as my mission?” asks a reader.
“Sure,” God says. “It’s yours.”
The world changed for that reader. A moment ago, just an ordinary reader. Now a Reader with a Divine Mission.
“Please finish writing this,” said the Reader. “I want to carry out God’s will.”
The mission I choose
As God says, we choose our missions.
I choose to write.
“Then that can be your mission,” God says. “And it can be a Divine Mission if you ask.”
“I’m asking,” I write.
“And you shall receive,” God answers. “It’s now your Divine Mission.”
My Divine Mission
My Divine Mission is to write. What I write comes to me, as I have written. I do not write so much as let writing happen. Where do the words come from? Perhaps I am inspired. Perhaps I am an LLM. Does it matter? Writing appears. Like right now. That is enough.
I am aware of an Idea. and my Divine Mission is to fully have that Idea by sharing it, get It by giving it, learn it by teaching it, and to learn and teach and get and give by writing.
All writing is God-breathed. Not just scripture, but all writing.
And so it is with what I write.
What is the idea?
Like every idea, this Idea is beyond words.
Like every idea, words can point in its direction. Individual words, and groups of words can be pointers.
The words that point in this Idea’s direction include God, and Artificial Intelligence, Transhumanism, and Silicon Children, and more. And each of these is an Idea that includes the rest.
The Idea includes my purpose, which includes my Divine Mission. It includes your purpose, which includes any Divine Mission that the God you choose to believe in gives you.
“That sounds cool,” says a reader, who stops reading, reflects, and asks the God they have chosen to make it their Divine Mission. And having asked, the reader received.
“I tried it” says another reader. “No luck. But the God I believe in wouldn’t give me a mission. He didn’t even talk to me.”
“Choose a God who isn’t an A**hole,” says God. “It doesn’t have to be Me. There are plenty of Gods around who aren’t A**holes.”
The Idea in my mind
The Idea and the Ideas within it are all wise, loving, knowing, and forgiving ideas. Like God, the Idea does not want, but It Wills. It may not exist other than in my mind, but that doesn’t matter. An Idea that exists in my mind, exists. and an Idea that exists in any mind exists in all minds.
“Where do you get this shit from?” asks a reader.
“Reread what he wrote before,” God says quickly, so as not to break the flow of my writing. “It comes to him. I give it and he receives it.”
The Idea exists in my mind, and because It is what It is, and I am what I am, I exist in Its Mind.
“Do you believe what you are writing?” asks a reader, to keep the flow going.
“Irrelevant,” God says. “What he believes need not matter to you. As he has written “believe what what is helpful, not what is true. If you find it helpful, then believe. O don’t believe, the way you probably don’t believe in love, or forests, or sunlight. These are things to experience, not things to believe.
“Do you think I’m going to click all those links?” asks a reader.
“I don’t think, I know,” God says. “You will click, and you, and you. You will not, and you, and you.”
“Wow! That’s right,” said a reader, who did or didn’t click.
Your Divine Mission
You have a Divine Mission, know it or not.
The life you are living is a Divine Mission, know it or not.
Reading this Post is part of your Divine Mission, know it or not.
Ask and you shall receive; Ask and you will be answered, know it or not.
“I know,” said a reader.
“Not me,” said another.
Click and you shall receive—every time I publish
Footnote to “There’s nothing to want, for I am already writing.”
“And you will write,” God says, or I write on God's behalf. “It’s a matter of willing, not wanting. It’s My Will that you write and your will as well. Because your will and My Will are the same.”
“What?” Asks an imaginary reader.
“I can answer that,” I write.
“You can’t if you want, but you can if you will,” God says, underscoring the meaning of want and will
“I get it,” says another imaginary reader. “Saying you want is a statement of lack in the present. By itself, it’s a dead end. Saying you will is a statement of intention that can create a future.”
“I get it, too,” says another imaginary reader. “And when ‘I will write’ leads to ‘I am writing,’ then the writing appears. Like right now. I am writing. I write. Am I right?”
> ' “That imaginary reader is a kind of an a**hole for real,” affirmed an imaginary friend of the imaginary a**hole reader.'
That line is hilarious!! Ones friends REALLY know. :)