Sacred

I know there are no rules in love and war. But even the victors will die along with the defeated if there is nothing sacred. Honor is not really for your enemy. It is for you. If you are dishonorable, those dishonors will likely follow you in this life or the next. 

We must have some things that matter to us. Perhaps all of us; perhaps different things for different tribes—Unless we are all playing the same game. Then I would imagine there would be an agreed on set of rules that you don’t want to happen to you that everyone agrees on ahead of time. 

And I imagine the things you do will affect you in ways that matter to you if they are dishonorable or really wrong somehow. 

Like violence in a church or any place of worship. Or other significant gathering places. 

Or possessing someone. That’s like if you are playing chess—or even checkers—and you move the other party’s pieces. I imagine everyone would agree that you can’t MAKE someone do something or not do something. That is like flipping the whole board over. Or perhaps the whole planet. I imagine that would have grave consequences. 

And other things that perhaps you can see but I can’t.  

Some may even cross-apply this idea if sacred to their subterfuges. This is an example of seitseccoeing. Seitseccoeing the game ir the works; seitseccoeing the minds of generations of children and creeds would be genicide and mass murder.  And this would also probably be flipping over the board or world entirely. 

If there is some type of world; some type of life; even some type of game or fight, I  imagine there would have to be a set of basic rules that don’t infringe on any party  that protect everybody that maintain the game board or the whole planet. 

This is the best life the light could give you under these seitseccoeing circumstances. And perhaps thee was a game—an already very evil and unfair game.  If someone tampered with these that would be pure piracy. And I imagine we would all pay somehow. Unless we passed the rules down to our children religiously. That’s how grave this was. That does not mean worship or bow. It just means that there is reality of some kind. And there is the devolution of everything. 

I guess you could say this is all esoteric—all philosophical—and that it doesn’t affect me. But I bet you either don’t know or don’t care how these things affect you because no one told you what was going on or someone bribed or fooled you into fucking over yourself somehow. And you are probably addicted and dependent or think this is normal. and you are probably in a milieu where everyone is doing it too; so you might not notice the dishonor or wrong; or you might say everyone else is doing it so it must be okay. Either way you aren’t saying “I will not do these things.”  And you also aren’t saying “I will do these things.”  

You may be surprised at the going on.  things at be absolutely fine with you. Until something affects you somehow. And I bet your progenitors—no matter how holy—are pleased.