Satan as a Spammer and hacker

Satan is like the spammer of this world. Constantly flooding our minds with fake information. Constantly trying to sucker us into believing something that is a lie.  Think of all the spam we’ve received, it is full of lies, and deception.  Porn spam, get rich-quick spam, sucker spam, it is all preying on our weaknesses and leading us down a path to destruction.  A path that eventually leads to death. Think of your mind as an email inbox, and for some people they have great filtering, and as such the inbox of their mind is clean and pure.  They have also been very careful where they have deposited their attention (the email address of their mind).  Other people have bad filters, and have gone far and wide on the internet and put their email address out to every questionable website they have found.  As a result, their inbox is a host to a million spam emails (thoughts) that prey on their weakness.  Just as a good email server is properly protected from evil intentions, so too a good mind is insulated from a world of evil.  A mind in total isolation is never a good thing.  What good is a mail sever that is not connected to the internet and has only one email address?  A solid email server also does not allow itself to be inundated by any and everything, nor does a solid mind do the same.

If you think about the volume of spam (even the spam from real companies that you signed up for), most of our email is spam.  The good emails are only 5% of what is really trying to get into our in-box.  Likewise the voice of God is like a whisper among all the noise.  Its not that He can’t speak up or mass email everything on a group mailing list, its that He chooses not to because He’s a classy kind of being.  His word does not go out void and he doesn’t need to “reply to all” because he is interested in direct communication with you.

Another point to ponder What if Satan were like an internet meme, and the only power and existence (maybe) he has is in feeding off the attention of human beings.  Potentially is ultimate death then is when human beings stop giving him any attention and focus all that attention on the awesome beauty of God.  Satan is also like a hacker.  The original hacker.  In the past I assume that he in effect tried to get root user access and take over control of heaven from The Man.  However it was impossible for him to do so, and The Man cast him out of Heaven.  Satan (I always want to type Stana) has some access to their world (although he is limited).  He can tempt people, but cannot hack the fabric of this universe like he probably wants to.

The nature of some trickery

I have been pondering off and on about this passage from Mere Christianity:

He always  sends  errors into  the  world in pairs-pairs of
opposites. And he always encourages us to spend a lot of time thinking
which is the worse. You see why, of course? He relies on your extra
dislike of the one  error to draw you gradually into the opposite one.
But do not let us be fooled. We have to keep our eyes on the goal and
go straight through between both errors. We have no other concern than
that with either of them.

I have been thinking that as we grow in Christ-likeness that the Devil uses more subtle means to deceive us and eventually reverse our direction towards Christl-ikeness.  I feel as though it looks something like this image:

What if at some point, when we get to heaven will will reach, (rather we will be giving) Christ-like ‘singularity’ where we will be perfected and immune to sins of the left or the right.

Is Our DNA is a Unique ID in the Database of Heaven?

Recently I read this article and was struck by one of the quotes.  “It’s my data” say Sharon Terry, the CEO Genetic Alliance.  So I got to thinking that each person has a unique ID in their DNA and how tables in databases also have unique keys.  What if the Database of Heaven used our DNA as its unique ID.  For each new person that arrived on earth, it would made sense to create a new unique ID from combination of the two unique ID’s that begot that person.  I mean maybe Angel of Data in Heaven could just makes a unique numeric ID that was increased from previously used number.  Adam being 1, Eve being 2, etc.etc.  This would make some sense except for people who were conceived a the same time.  The moment that DNA combines is like a new entry into the database of Heaven and that unique key can not be used again.  This would be a rationally way of maybe convincing some that life begins at conception.  Every time an embryo undergoes artificial or natural splitting for a twin then a new ID is created each time because a new viable life has been formed!.  (“But wait! what about Identical twins?” Okay I didn’t have that on my mind when I originally thought about this, but maybe God throws on another identifier somewhere in the key, like mass, or some SequenceID field.)

I love that at times I get to zoom into a single row of data and at other times I zoom out and look at the entire grandeur of my whole table, and then the whole database.  Each thing is thrilling.  Sometimes I have to attend to a few rows of data and help them out by correcting something that erred.  Other times I am crunching the entire database and visualizing what millions of interactions produces.  Sometimes I look and person XXXXX-XXXX-XX and think “you don’t realize this, but I’m making some update to your record, which at times is a really mundane task, but it makes sure your data flies through the database without kicking back errors so you can go on with your life.”

The point of this post is offering up an explanation of the sacredness of life and the importance of each person.  Of course this is all from the perspective of a data nerd pondering verses in the Bible such as these:
“For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother’s womb.”
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born I set you apart; I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.” 

Of course the second verse harkens to something that indicates that maybe the ID’s already exist and are predestined… but more on that later.

Saving yourself is a laughable proposition you minute peon!

Saving yourself is a laughable proposition from God’s perspective.  You are a powerless peon.

So lets say I’ve crafted a Simverse (simulated universe) and populated it with some Sim-peons I could boss around.  They are cool to look at and all, and they make some cool art and maybe some pretty songs, but these peons could not do anything that could substantially affect the dimension I live in.  Yes, they reside on a computer and take up disk space, but I want them to exist, and they are still doing my will and they exist only through my sole decision to create them and my continued decision to let them exist.  Since matter is neither created nor destroyed (in our dimension) they are not really affecting my world, other than what I allow them to. I want to simulate life and I wanted to create a computer and etc.etc.etc.  These simulated-peons obviously could not do anything to me physically (no I haven’t installed a USB nerf shooter with a camera and taught them how to operate it) and they would have no real way of forcing a change in my world or forcing my hand.  I could just pause them for an indefinite amount of time and just go and play Starcraft 2 and then come back at my leisure.  It would be relatively easy to go about my life and they would have no impact on it (they would be on my mind though)

As the world that simulated you will come to an end, there are only a few real ways to save yourself from my simulated world.

A) Hacking: “I’m so good that I could hack into the root user of your computer and upload myself into their physical dimension, preferably into a huge robot, and then I could take over your dimension and make you, my creator, do what I wanted!”  Great, but what if you happened to upload yourself into a Roomba and you had to vacuum my house? (Thanks!) I mean yeah it ‘could’ happen, but:

  • 1) Since you don’t know English, nor have you ever seen a menu, you have no idea what to actually do.
  • 2) There are no huge robots lying around my house.
  • 3) There’s a change log so I could undo everything.
  • 4) the PW is biometric (you would need to have my physical finger to upload yourself into this world to force me to use my finger to upload you etc. etc. ad infinitum).
  • 5) Any feeble minded reader to this humble blog could discover a few simple additional ways that this could be stopped.

B) Self-Uploading: I put a magic button somewhere in your mind, and if you meditate long enough you can press it.  More about this in a later post, as we will touch off a likely flame-war of Calvinism vs Arminianism

C) Works: Similar to the first, as your salvation is in your hands. You’ve won my favor by being such a perfect person (a la Ned Flanders) and your works are sufficient to force my hand.  I will also handle this in another post but essentially maybe I’ve made a IF THEN statement to the tune of:

IF (GoodnessUnits > GoodnessThreshold)
THEN Simpeon.uploadFlag = True;

So as you can see, if you accept the premise that this world is a simulation, there are only a few limited ways to save yourself (note that I have not touched on the topic of a creator selecting those whom he desires to save, this is strictly trying to cover self-salvation).  Given that this world we live in might be a simulation, then its fairly clear to see that you really don’t have much power to save yourself.

The purpose of this post is to get people on the correct path of thinking.  I heard a song with the lyrics Son fear is the heart of love, which is the wrong interpretation of a passage (note that I am not disparaging that author’s experience, he probably did hear that from someone in charge). The passages says “The fear of the LORD is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.” (Proverbs 9:10). A similar thought is also echoed in Psalm 111:10.  So when a simulated peon realizes that they could be simply deleted, and cannot force the hand of the creator, then they begin to understand the nature of the simulated world that I put them in.  It would be a lie to tell them something else and would not help them understand the true nature of their world or mine.  Fear in this case should not be construed with a terror or a slavish fear of retaliation, it is a fear of respect.  When I go out hiking I have a healthy respect for powers beyond me but I don’t have a terror of the woods.  If I had a terror of the woods I would never explore it.  Likewise this is a similar reverential fear.