THE RULES OF THE ROAD RAGE
an instructive parable for the Children of God
THE RULES OF THE ROAD RAGE
#Hypnofiction A parable of dishonor and empire
#Roadwarriorsparable
There was once a small mining town in rural Kentucky that had only mud and gravel roads. Really, they were nothing more than glorified footpaths. The people did not mind because they all had horses and their own feet to get them around.
But then someone brought the first car into town. The car could only drive very slowly because of the condition of the roads. It was owned by a rich man who owned the local coal mine.
After complaining to the mayor the rich man got his wish. The mayor used a portion of the town’s tax money to build the first paved road right through the middle of town. Now the rich man could drive his car from his home to the store and back at the breakneck speed of 12 mph.
The next year the rich man bought another car for his wife. And a week later, town folk got to witness their first fender bender.
A few years later there were a dozen cars on the road.
Fast forward 87 years.
The town now had a population of 30,000 people. Each one had a car. There was now a network of black asphalt roads crisscrossing the countryside. There were huge parking lots and several highways leading to other towns. There were stop signs and traffic lights. There was a State Police Post 30 miles away, and a local police department. All of them had Crown Victoria cruisers.
By this time Kentucky had become a state. There was a highway department constantly patching potholes and everyone was in a hurry. The sleepy little town was gone forever. It was almost as if the town had changed from a friendly family republic into a bustling empire of commerce. Strangers moved into town. People barely knew each others’ names anymore. Everyone was working overtime trying to earn enough money to pay for their cars.
Because people began to drive more recklessly more and more traffic laws had to be created. They started posting speed limits and painting yellow lines defining which side of the road you could use and when it was safe to pass.
There were initially just 10 basic road rules to maintain order. As the laws were broken and more accidents occurred the laws were creatively modified and were even more strictly enforced with speed traps and little yellow reflectors embedded in the lines and rumble strips were installed in an attempt to remind people of the limits of their liberties.
THE ROAD TO PERDITION IS PAVED WITH ASPHALT
Finally at some point, no one knows exactly when, the police just gave up trying to enforce the rules. There were no speed traps anymore. No more courts. Insurance companies refused to issue insurance policies.
See, as the cars became faster the people started viewing the speed limits as “suggestions of optimum speed" rather than “maximums under ideal conditions”. People started by getting as close as they could to toeing the line but soon found themselves habitually exceeding it. Shortly thereafter they became "dares to defy physics”. Finally they were thought of more like “minimums" as their insanity became the norm. They saw the rules as burdens to their freedom.
Many died in fiery wrecks but it did not stop them. Soon it seemed like everybody was exceeding the safe speed limit by 50 to 100 percent regularly.
They viewed the traffic laws not as safety devices but as antagonistic tyranny designed to anger and frustrate them. They had an adversarial relationship with their police force. Without realizing it they became lawless from the moment they got behind the wheel but thought it was normal to feel this way. The children learned to drive by observing their parents.
Then on one particular day there was a power outage due to a tornado. All the lights went out simultaneously… and the drivers went nuts! They started frantically trying to leave town as fast as they could but ended up colliding with each other at every possible opportunity. They tried to go around the pile-ups on the roads by using sidewalks and people’s lawns. Some people drove through other people’s houses! They plowed into gas pipelines! It was total pandemonium! And in one afternoon the entire town was destroyed.
Conclusion:
THE OTHER ENDING
But there is an alternate ending to this story.
See, in this town, before the cars became commonplace, there was a group of honorable old souls. They remembered what life was like before the cars were invented and before the roads were paved.
They perceived the potential danger of cars. They were the old-timers that would still walk to the store. They saw all the developments and feared the results.
For a while they ignored the increasingly dangerous traffic but finally made a decision to control it.
It all happened on a Tuesday when Nellie Hackett was killed by a hit and run while trying to cross the street at the intersection near her home. Her Schnauzer was killed too. No one was ever arrested.
They did not organize themselves, they did it all independently of each other. They each bought cars of their own and began driving like everyone else: to the store, to each other’s homes, to church, etc. But they drove, not at the speed limit, they drove slowly out of terror, at 25 mph under the limit wherever they went.
They realized quite by serendipity that even one car driving slowly could slow the flow of a hundred other cars.
There was no law against what they were doing. No one could force them to drive fast even though many frustrated motorists tried. They would honk their horns angrily, flip them off, rev their engines menacingly, ride their bumpers, and even pass them illegally often colliding with other cars in head-on collisions.
Some days there would be 40 or more of these old timers on the road simultaneously and the city was virtually paralyzed. But it made the cops happy. The cops would gladly give tickets to the furious drivers who attempted outlandish stunts trying to pass them.
The old souls became the bane of every hot-blooded road Nazi in the county. The old souls just learned to ignore the hate and kept doing what they were doing -not for the good of the city but because they simply couldn’t drive any other way. They took the law seriously.
They were not a branch of government but exercised a greater power than all the “legitimate” government officials and law enforcement officers combined. They did what no one else could do and within days the cops once again began to take their jobs seriously. The death toll dropped precipitously, and the insurance companies happily re-opened their offices.
I think Jesus told parables because he was interested in how many people in his audience would understand the analogies without the need of an explanation for each one. They understood the metaphors for what they were.
One major difference between humans and all other creatures on this planet is our ability to understand metaphors. In fact, as I have pointed out many times, humans think in metaphors. We can't help it, we are made in the image of God.
The preceding fable is a metaphor of what happens when you begin to disregard God’s law. It can be applied to politics, finances, food, or sex. Once lying becomes accepted as commonplace a society degrades into chaos. Once the door is opened to the slippery slope of usury the results are the same.
More than half of the words that come out of our mouths are metaphors even though we don’t realize it.
That is why I do not fear AI [Artificial Intelligence]. It is not really intelligent. No computer can actually read. There are just too many metaphors in use. A computer cannot understand even a single metaphor.
Only humans can do this (and many cannot). Those that cannot are NPCs (non-participating characters). They are extras on the movies set. Their sole purpose is to occupy the background of Earth. They are no more human than the 3 Stooges. This is what I mean when I say people are not thinking their own thoughts. They are so schizophrenic that they are afraid to think. They simply regurgitate what they have heard (like children).
Trolls are the worst. They hate that others are not afraid to think out loud. Trolls are self-appointed censors. They attempt to ridicule others into silence. That is all they really want... stability for their schizophrenia.
I explained all of this here last year when the publicity campaign claiming AI would take over the world went full banana cakes:
And how AI is really used here:
Banana cakes is a metaphor.
To a computer it is like hitting a brick wall.
Two words completely derail (another metaphor) its programming.
Yet any human (even one not familiar with the metaphor) can figure it out instinctively.
Computers do not have instincts.
Even animals have instincts.
It shows you just how far down the food chain AI is and will always be.
Take some time and see if you can tell where I am going with the previous parable before moving on.
THE PARABLE OF THE ROAD WARRIORS EXPLAINED
The old souls in the story won without trying.
They won because they didn’t want anything out of it… they just did what was right.
It came naturally to them.
They did what everyone else should have been doing.
But until they did it in public nothing would change and things would only get worse until the carpocalypse.
The fear of God has been holding civilization together for centuries.
But once the real church was replaced with the imitation church the spirit of lawlessness enveloped the world.
The moral of the story is: “If the salt loses its savor what will you salt it (society) with?”
It is good for nothing but to be thrown out onto the road to melt ice.
Cults pretending to be Christian are salt suckers.
They took the flavor out of the salt.
It was intentional sabotage.
In a cult you will always be in the #ChildEgoState.
That’s how they want you… ever learning (from a father/priest) but never maturing into adulthood.
Always crawling but never learning how to walk out the door.
Chickens are fairly smart animals but watch one panic sometime.
They will walk back and forth trying to find a way home though a fence (if you shut the gate on them). They are always enticed by the most direct route. They will try to squeeze through holes to no avail. If a predator is after them they will get stuck in a corner and die there.
They forget they can fly.
They see the world as a 2-dimentional problem with 2 factors: them and their destination.
They never look up to see they can fly over the fence.
They are ground birds.
We are like ground birds.
We spend too much time walking horizontally.
We forget we have wings.
Wings are like the ability to reason metaphorically.
In the story the cars are our tongues the roads are justice.
Or the allegory can be something else entirely, it has a thousand applications.
Everything in this world we live in is a metaphor of everything else.
We are being taught the same lesson over and over in a variety of ways.
It is a lesson that must be taught to those who wish to be like God, knowing the interplay between good and evil.
But let’s stick to the 1:1 metaphoric theme that this is about -honor.
The laws of the road are that fine line between truth and lies, safety and danger, and they limit where you can lie. As long as people do not lie (exceed the speed limit and stay in their lanes) in important places they are still following the law. But once they cross the line they can be punished. Once people take the speed limit as a suggestion (and not a very serious one at that) instead of a serious breach of ethics then the combined macro-depravity will cause the land to vomit out its inhabitants.
Jesus knew that there is a higher authority than legal courts.
Morals, love, hate, feelings of guilt, shame, the pangs of conscience all supersede external legal power. These are internal boundaries within our minds.
What if there was a law with no penalty?
There is!
The 10th commandment.
All the others have penalties.
Most of them are death by stoning.
Theft has a reparations clause.
But no physical court can prove you coveted something.
It is a thought crime.
What if there were no penalties for ANY laws and people did not break them simply because they did not want to?
THAT is what being “Born Again, Born From Above, or a New Creature in Christ” means.
What if paying taxes was voluntary?
It is!
If you sell something to someone the only way the king knows you did it is if you actually tell him. Most paperwork everywhere is for that purpose… tax entrapment.
Yet God passed a law that is unenforceable.
It is the most ignored commandment of the ten.
He simply made people swear a blood oath to keep it.
So they tried. And it kept the civil peace.
Jesus knew that the real power is in the heart.
That is why he never used the courts.
He never started a battle.
He never used any other avenue except for this one: he appealed to a person’s conscience.
This concept is not easy to master but apparently God thinks we can do it.
It is certainly not as easy as sitting in a cult’s pew staring at the backs of the heads in front of you hoping the sermon will somehow stick in your memory.
But while the concept is a spiritual chore the application is too easy.
Be righteous and don’t succumb to peer pressure: maintain honor.
That is the first thing an elohim in training must learn.
If you don’t enjoy learning you came to the wrong planet, kiddo.
Note: This is a story in a genre I have labeled #Hypnofiction because it is presented as a fable -so it entertains the #ChildEgoState while simultaneously delivering a message to the #AdultEgoState as well as challenging the #GodEgoState to carry the wisdom into eternity. As far as I know I am the only one to ever use that hashtag so it is probably full of my stories (wherever hashtags go in the internet). I left a full explanation of how it works here:
Jesus knew how it works.
He taught me.