Never worship a man, statue or picture. It is a trap, and thereto the Sin to God. Cirkel-redenering but it is solid.
If you have to commit a Sin (idolisation, worship of a human) to practice your religion, you will not find God at the end, but your Idol/afgod.
That is why Idolatry is a Sin, it is a trap to lead you away from God/the Truth.
But it goes further, the corruption through Idolatry. It is also a trap for the person getting worshipped/ praised too much. It will corrupt your inner being, the real you, the one God will Judge.
We are only human and naked before God. So you need a lot of inner glory/ value to impress, be worthy to walk with God and the Angels in the Heavens (House of Enoch).
Understand that you need to keep nobless-intern. The innocence of a baby is the purest of Energy. It is the closest thing to the Creator/God/Heavens, the purest thing in existence on Earth is a child/baby´s soul. That vibration, is what is the standard when it comes from the factory. The most alligned with the Heavens/Creation.
The innocence, pure. Not corrupted.
If you get worshipped, it will corrupt you, destroy you just as hard.
I know this from experience.
And I warn you, not to search for fame or status. It will destroy the innocence/kindness/baby in you. Your true self is what you do best. Get back to being gratefull, friendly and humble. You stay the closest to yourself. You(rself), that is what gets Judged, that is what you need, the original you, factory-standard.
Nothing else but you is real enough, worthy enough to pass the gates of Heaven.
We, you, are only human. If you get corrupted, your original is changed, gone, you have lost it. corruption is the death of innocence/ the real you.
You, the baby, that what is closest to God, is gone. You are gone when your internal is corrupted/changed.
Now, and I tell you a story from experience, I am Man. I´m very humble and serving to my environment (Fundament). Never corruptable/immovable, not by temptations, not by threats, money, vanity, violence etc nothing changes my will or actions.
It goes automatically to be nice and friendly to my environment because I´m raised proper and in christianity (light). My internal is the outside you experience. To be nice and friendly is not something I do on purpose, I am that way. And its not something I acknowledge or think about too much.
But I tell you how my inner-core got corrupted within 5 minutes (thru Idolatry, being worshipped). I caught myself being corrupted to the core instantly. And was not so much disgusted as well as surprised on how fast it went.
I am only human, never worship or idolise another man. Praise God, no man/your idol.
So one time, through circumstance, I got cheered on and applauded by all the peoples on the streets.
They all thought that I was famous, a v.i.p. or royalty or something. It was the funniest thing.
(Did I ever tell you that my ordinary life is hystericall to other people, probably.)
The people I was there with, are the Power/ de Macht. They hold some power-absolute, because it´s a dictatorship. A dictatorship you can compare to something like the maroccan-monarchy, people from the Court have power in the land, they are an extension of the dictator/king, similar dynamics, when the Law rolls by, you´d better be on your best behaviour. If you know what´s good for you.
(Gisteren staande gehouden door 4 agenten, om alles maar weer eens in ander perspectief te plaatsen. Die kwamen letterlijk langsrollen op de fiets, einde shift. Terwijl ik in de bosjes aan het pissen ben.
Ik ben klaar, draai me om, en er staan 4 agenten echt heel erg breed en heel erg voldaan naar me te grijnzen, hahaha, betrapt, hilariteiten alom. Die hadden een schik jonge. Dus ik gelijk met mijn handjes in de lucht, ik zeg okay jullie hebben me, ik beken. Zegt die agent, je bekent !? Er valt niks te ontkennen, we staan hier met 4 man naar je te kijken.
Dus ik zo van oh shit, krijg ik dan nou ook vier boetes ? Nee, kreeg er geen één, technicallity, maar er stond een onbekende melding achter mijn naam. Dus ik kon gelijk even mee naar het buro, om dat optelossen. Heerlijk dat deksel op je neus af en toe, ik kan er echt van genieten. )
So the rapport between civilians and the Might/Macht is completely different there then here in Europe. There the Might is very physiek, real. So, me and my peeps, when we roll , we get a body guard/ militairy escort with us, standard.
Armed militairy, njiggur.
So you can understand that everywhere we roll up, where we arrive, every place, office or factory we visit, we get the royalty-treatment. Everybody´s very agreeable and friendly . You´d be amazed how easy-going people and even big bosses of factories are, when one in your group has a loaded carabine ready at all times in his hands. Nothing is too much, they want to show you around, talk to you, whatever you want to do is possible, nothing is a problem,
Nee hoor, geintje, just kidding, it was all very sympathic and very friendly there, very mature too somehow, it´s the politics I think. But these people wanted to make me laugh a bit, entertain me a little. They are happy I am there, so it´s all in good fun. They are the boss in that area, the law. They like me very much, and have me very high, like I hold them very high. They are very capable, and very well respected. They want to make me laugh, but also impress me, show off a little of their status and power. So the big guy says at one point, you wanna have a little laugh, this is gonna make you smile.
Look what happens when we roll with the flag on the car. When we go “official” .
hahahaa, too much, you will not believe what a difference that makes. So he tells somebody to put the flag on the front of the car. The flag is the symbol of Might, the powers that be.
And then we rolled out again, but now with the flag on the car. It was like we were movie-stars all of a sudden. Or just came back from a succesfull landing on the moon and back, parade, ticker-tape,
It was great man, I tell you that.
I was enjoying the heck out of it, all these people on the streets and in the fields started waving and smiling at us, trying to keep up with the car, and the super-stars. And I´m leaning on the window and waving and cheering back at them. I love them, they love me, I give them just as much of love, laughter and respect back.
Everything is so happy and hilarious. All this positive energy coming our way. Everybody´s smiling and waving, and in some parts we slow down, cause I wanted to enjoy this trip a bit longer. I start making small talk with people as we roll by, people stop working, they even show me their kids and I compliment them on how beautifull they are, and fortunate to have parents like them, etc etc. I thank them for raising such wonderfull children, cheer them on, thank them and wish them the best, tell them everything is going to be grand when we have youths like this, etc etc
the biggest smiles all around. And I am having a ball.
It was my ~ I feel like Maxima-moment ~ and I tell everybody in the car to look, look, look at how I´m waving at the people, that this is how it´s done, in Holland by our royalty, the pro´s. We invented this shit man, look, look, and I do my best Maxima impression, waving back at all the people in the street, hahaha, hilarious.
And I´m having a ball/ ik ben aan het schaterlachen you will not believe it. It was wonderfull, all this positivity for free, directed at me.
( I was back than, –or much later– , into energy-transmission-creation, understanding how things flow. What made everything even more, or double hilarious for me is, that I was litterally cheating reality for positive vibes into existence.
Because I have nothing to do with the status of the people I am with, I can do nothing for the people on the street, I don´t know them, and I am not going to do something for them. I am just a guest, my word there is not law, it is
somebody else´s country. My word, it might even there hold some weight, because I know people that know people, but it is not the law. It´s not my country.
But if these people think that I am some prince, and I praise them and am very content with them, look man, for them, their whole day is already made. They just got approved and acknowledge by the Law/ de Macht/Monarchy. It means something real overthere. Whatever happens it´s always better to have somebody from the Court taking a liking in your area, your family or person, then a disliking.
So when I cheer them on, op 100% that their whole day is blessed. Eventhough it´s fake, their happiness, pride in country and confidence for that day is real, just like mine. Out of nothing so much joy and happiness.)
All these great vibes in the car, from the people on the street to us, to me, and from me to them. The love and appreciation back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth- back-and forth- … hahaha heerlijk, great stuff.
In Holland I say, while waving out the window like royalty (friendly, comfortablegracieus), we have our own queen Maxima, and she is the best at it, very good, very professional and she does it like this:
They dont wave with the hand the professionals, it comes from the wrist, the hand is open, palm up, hand is in an angle it stays fixed. They cusp their hand a bit, like this. And I start waving again, at the same pace back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth-back-and forth..
And I give them my best Maxima, I smile a bit ambiguous, keep it misterious, I´m tender, delicat, still distant warmth with a breakable melancholy over it, and I wave very elegantly, graciously even, steady from the wrist at all the peoples we are passing by.
It is hilarious, and I love it.
Everybody´s having fun and trolling the fuck out, it´s so different how the masses treat you when they think you are royalty or famous, in this situation it was very funny, so I´m reaching other levels of my delirium and me shouting out the window and into the car,
“ I feel like Maxima, I feel like Maxima”