Thursday, May 24, 2018

The Spiritual Decepticons





''Autobots wage their battle to destroy the evil forces of The Decepticons!'' 
       
So goes the classic Transformers theme song - music to my young ears back in the day. Led by the maleficent Megatron, The Decepticons are the ''bad guys'' in the superbot saga. These vehicular villains are the sworn enemies of the benevolent Autobots. Possessing red eyes, they are as menacing as they look. However, they have the ability to assume many forms, disguising their true identities and intentions. These transformations include aircraft, ground-based vehicles, weapons and even small objects. If the name of these rogue robots strike a familiar chord, there's a good reason for it. They get their title from the well-known (and spiritually-important) noun deception. What you see isn't necessarily what you get. There is truly more than meets the eye - and this applies to more than the good forces. I think you know where I'm going with this...

» 2 Corinthians 11:13-15 (emphasis mine)
13 For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, TRANSFORMING themselves into the apostles of Christ.
14 And no marvel; for Satan himself is TRANSFORMED into an angel of light.
15 Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be TRANSFORMED as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works.
       
It's worthy of note that the word transform plays a key role in each of the Super Scriptures cited above. The Apostle Paul is writing about the dark side of transformation. There are nefarious ''transformers'' at work in our universe, our world, our earthly realm - analogous to The Decepticons who menace fictional cosmic territory. But unlike their imaginatively invented counterparts, these treacherous transformers are very real and very active. The mission: to deceive as many souls as possible. Deception is the goal.
       
''...deceitful workers...'' Deceitful is a synonym for deceptive. Deceit is another word for deception. Contextually, Paul is warning the Corinthian believers about human deceivers who were masquerading as apostles of Christ. These imposters were slipping in among the congregation, pretending to be ''ministers of righteousness'' when, in fact, they were wolves in disguise (see Matthew 7:15). They looked the part. They dressed the part. They said the right things. They uttered all the spiritual-sounding words and phrases. But there was, unfortunately, more there than met the eye. If a body looked closely enough, he could almost perceive the tell-tale insignia of The Decepticons affixed to these pseudo-preachers with their ''ravening'' agenda.
       
''...false apostles...'' Paul, serving as a genuine apostle, could authoritatively expose these counterfeits. They took on the form of the true in order to deceive and divide. They took advantage of the human tendency to focus on the surface of things, neglecting to discern the inner truth of a matter (or person). Alas, we see this same pattern in our present day. Even Spirit-filled Christians are vulnerable to this if not properly equipped with the truth of the Super Scriptures. Sometimes a sheep is a sheep. But sometimes a ''sheep'' is actually a wolf who has transformed himself into an innocent-looking sheep. The only way to discern the difference is to learn the Holy Word and to be led by the Holy Spirit.
       
Decepticons are imbued with life via a mythical cube known as ''The AllSpark,'' making sentient beings out of cold metal. No Decepticon poses any threat without this cosmic source of life. Similarly, the real deceivers are the evil spirits who employ human agents to work deception and consequent destruction. These ''spiritual decepticons,'' hiding in the shadows of the unseen realm, are the ''spark'' behind the deception of which we have been warned.

» Ephesians 6:12
12 For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness [wicked spirits] in high places.
       
There is more to ''flesh and blood'' than meets the eye. There is more to ''false apostles'' and ''deceitful workers'' than meets the eye. Look to the spiritual source of the seemingly human conflict. The darkness of this world does not originate from this world. There are ''rulers'' behind the darkness, and these unseen potentates are demonic in origin. The human wickedness we see around us arises from the spiritual wickedness above us - in high (heavenly) places, in the space surrounding our planet. Wicked bodies are ''vehicles'' for wicked spirits. These are the true spiritual decepticons.
       
Paul writes to Timothy that, in the latter times of the prophetic calendar, there will be some who will depart from the faith (1 Timothy 4:1). This sad prediction doesn't arise from the great apostle's own sanctified mind. On the contrary, it is spoken ''expressly'' by the Holy Spirit. The cause of this backsliding and apostasy? The deserters give heed to ''seducing spirits'' and ''doctrines of devils.'' Seduction doesn't work if it is announced as such; it must be disguised as (transformed into) the truth. And who would willingly and knowingly listen to a sermon preached by an actual demon? The deception is sown by smiling, hand-shaking, self-proclaimed ''ministers of righteousness,'' and it is presented as the shining truth. Beware of the spiritual decepticons!
       
Let us now pivot back to our foundational scripture passage. Sandwiched between two verses concerning foes of flesh, the Bible digs down to the root of the problem in verse 14:

» 2 Corinthians 11:14
14 And no marvel; for [because] Satan himself is transformed into an angel of light.
       
To paraphrase, Paul tells the Corinthian flock, ''You shouldn't be surprised at the transformation of these imposters and counterfeits into ministers of righteousness. After all, they are merely mimicking their master - Satan. They are following the lead of their leader, the original and ultimate Deceiver, who transforms himself into an angel of light.'' What could be more heavenly than an angel of light? This illustrates the sophistication and diabolical strategy of the devil's devices, which Paul had already written about earlier in the epistle (2:11).
       
Actually, it can be accurately stated that the Prince of Darkness transforms himself back into an angel of light. That is, after all, precisely his former identity as Lucifer before his epic expulsion from Heaven (Isaiah 14:12-15). He is not a novice in spiritual warfare. He has been at this for a very long time. He is the spiritual version of Megatron - lethal leader of The Decepticons. He hates the Super Scriptures, but he knows them inside and out. And he will use every opportunity to twist them for his deceptive and diabolic purposes.

» John 8:44
44 ...the devil...was a murderer from the beginning, and abode not in the truth, because there is no truth in him. When he speaketh a lie, he speaketh of his own: for he is a liar, and the father of it.
       
The only way to expose and overcome the lies of ''Deviltron'' is to arm yourself with the Super Scriptures. The dark shadows of deception are scattered by the glorious illumination of God's Word. The spiritual decepticons are unable to withstand the energy-blast of eternal Truth, for it is powered by God Himself!

© Matt Decker

» This post is excerpted from my book  SUPER SCRIPTURES ON EARTH




Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Is Allen an Alien?





Past lines of desks,
In back of class,
We join a chat
Already in progress...

HUGH: That new kid Allen, what's his deal?

MANNY: I think he's shy.

HUGH: Well okay but...still.
He would rather think than play,
(We see it every day)
What's up with that?

MANNY: Well maybe thinking is play,
(To him anyway)
Ever think of that?

HUGH: Have you ever heard him talk?

MANNY: Yep, the other day in the hall.

HUGH: No kidding? What did he say?

MANNY: You'll never guess!
He said..."hey."

HUGH: Ha ha, you're the master of comedy.
That guy just gives me the creeps.
I am serious! Why is he so mysterious?

MANNY: Dude, you really need to ease up on the delirious.

HUGH: Well do you happen to know
From where he actually came?

MANNY: You're asking the wrong person,
I can't even remember his last name.

HUGH: I have this theory
(And I know it's really eerie)
But what if in reality
He's from another galaxy?

MANNY: So he's not your type of guy.
I got that, all right.
But who made you the president
Of what's normal and right?

HUGH: I don't care what you say!
I don't like him in any way.
You can think it's a disgrace
But I believe Allen is from outer space.
That's another thing,
What about his name?
If you tweak the spellin',
It turns into Alien!

MANNY: So he goes against the flow
And the push of the throng.

HUGH: But he's so withdrawn...

MANNY: But is it wrong?
Even if he's from a home beyond,
Do we not share the same protons?
So he sings a diff'rent song,
Does it mean he doesn't belong?

© Matt Decker

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Miracle Minute




The countdown begins...


1:00
The blessing of birth,
The existence of Earth --
Shouldn't these stoke my faith
In the Divine's miracle grace?

:50
The light of day,
Each breath I take,
There's a reason
I have survived --
Hope is alive,
My hope is revived.

:40
Like the one around Jericho long ago,
This wall too will be brought low.

:35
Through the flood and through the fire,
No darkness can overpower,
The devil is a liar;
I am empowered and inspired
By higher power and fire.

:25
The Nazarene calmed the sea,
He will do the same for me.

:20
The Master snapped oppressive chains
And quenched Hell's scorching flames --
Has He changed?
He's the same.

:10
Heaven's blessing,
Angelic protection,
The armor of God
With spiritual weapons.

:05
Verses given,
Curses lifted,
Answered questions,
Priceless lessons.

:00
Laws of nature suspended,
Impossibility upended.

© Matt Decker

Losing Harmony




The heavy-booted footsteps of the guard echo down the cellblock corridor.
       
"Alright, Feathers. You've got a visitor. Get up and follow me."
       
"Feathers? Clever. Hope you didn't sprain a brain cell coming up with that one."
       
"Shut your beak and keep waddlin'. I think you will like this visit. A chick is waiting for you."
       
At these words BB's avian heart skips a beat. Could it be? What if it's really her? The chick in BB's thoughts goes by the name of Harmony. A lovely name for a lovely creature. He hasn't been able to stop thinking about his bird-boo while in this dreadful place. They had gotten into a heated argument the night before sentencing. He had said some very hurtful things, but he meant none of them. The two hadn't talked since. And it has weighed on him, along with the many other things weighing on him.
       
The barrage begins as BB makes his way past the other inmates.
       
"You are in the wrong cage!"
       
"I suspect fowl play!"
       
"What happened? Poop on a cop car or something?"
       
"Call me if you need your paper changed."
       
Bullets of derisive laughter ricochet off the cold, dreary walls. But BB fails to even hear the hullabaloo, so lost in thought is he. Anticipation builds, questions swirl and butterflies flutter.
       
If it's really her, muses BB to himself, what should I say? What if she's still miffed at me? Oh come on, she will just be happy to see me. And I will definitely be happy to see her...if it's really her that's waiting for me, that is. One way to find out.
       
Suddenly, this internal dialogue is interrupted by pleasant waves of a very familiar sound. It is coming from a few feet away. At this moment, BB has at least one of his self-questions answered. She is here. Harmony is here, and she is singing to him. Ah yes, this is just what BB needs in this dark hour of his life. Maybe everything will be all right after all.
       
The next few feet seem like an eternity. He turns the last corner. There she sits. The glass partition does nothing to diminish her beauty and radiance. To humans, she is "cute" and "adorable" at best. But as far as BB is concerned, Harmony is in a flock all by herself.
       
They sit in hesitant silence for a few moments, each taking in the sight of the other.
       
"So how are you do ---"
       
"Girl, it's so great to ---"
       
Giggles break the separation-induced ice as they simultaneously speak. Harmony gives way to BB with a nod.
       
"I have missed you so much. You look fantastic. Beautiful as always."
       
"And you look..." Harmony searches for the word that won't feel like a kick in the dumplings.
       
"I know, I look rough. I feel rough. This is a rough place. This has been a rough experience for me. Life is rough. Mine anyway."
       
"Actually, I was about to say you look drained. But since you brought up the r word, I think we should talk about that." Harmony seizes on the opportunity to drop a pellet of wisdom. "You know, I have heard that 'the rough is only mental.' "
       
BB's crest rises. "What does that mean?"
       
"Just that, as challenging as life can be, it's really all in how we think about it. If you think you can overcome anything, you can. And you will. We make things harder on ourselves by negative thinking."
       
"So says the bird on the right side of the glass," BB says to himself. When he observes her displeased expression, he realizes his mistake. Unwittingly he thought out loud. "I'm sorry. I know you're only trying to help."
       
"BB, you told me once about the little ditty your mom taught you. Remember? You said it got you through many dark nights and hard days."
       
Harmony begins to sing the words which have meant so much throughout BB's life. But suddenly, her melodic voice is muted. She disappears from view. Everything melts into oblivion. Now all BB can perceive is the lovely and loving face of his beloved mother. All he can hear is his mother's soothing voice. He has been transported back in time through the portal of memory.
       
"My precious son, great things are ahead for you, but so is danger. So I give you these words to carry you through the challenges which await you. They won't mean much to you right now. But they will. In time, they will."
       
Over and over, day after day, the words would fall like seed into the wide-open beak of his young consciousness.
     
 ðŸŽµ "Whatever may come, whatever the weather, I will let nothing ruffle my feathers."
       
In an instant, BB is back in his cold, metal chair - back in the bleak, present reality of his human cage. He hears himself reciting the rhyme. Harmony is singing it, just like his dear mother used to do, looking at him with black eyes of compassion.
       
"Thank you, my love. I really needed that." At these words, Harmony drops her colorful head.
       
"Sure, BB. No problem."
       
But clearly, there is a problem. She is still looking down, speaking in a barely audible voice. BB is nothing if not perceptive.
       
"What's going on, Harmony? What's the matter?"
       
Finally she makes eye contact again. "Why do you ask that?"
       
"Oh come on, Harmony. Do I look like I hang upside down in a cave?"
       
She glares back at him with confusion.
       
"A bat, Harmony. A bat. Bats hang upside down in caves. And I would have to be blind as said bat not to see that something is wrong. Spill it."
       
Harmony steers the conversation toward the subject of happiness. "Do you want me to be happy, BB? I mean, really happy?"
       
"Of course I do. You know I want you to be ---"
       
Harmony interrupts. "Even if it's not because of you? Even if you are not the source of my happiness?"
       
Awkward, gizzard-wrenching silence. A stunned tilt of BB's head. This convo is plummeting faster than a bird with broken wings. Harmony is ending it. BB is not blind, nor is he slow to catch on. But he is devastated.
       
"Say something, BB. Talk to me."
       
"You want me to say something? Alright. I get thrown in this human litter box. I lose my freedom. I lose my dignity. I lose my connection to all that I've ever known. And now I lose you. The icing on the poo-cake that is my life. I can't believe this! We are lovebirds. We are supposed to stay together...for life!"
       
"We are lovebirds, BB. But you have become a jailbird. Some things just don't go together. Like us, anymore . I'm sorry. Goodbye."
       
Harmony turns and waddles away. As for BB, heartbreak turns to anger. He begins to feel the distinct ruffling of feathers.
       
🎵 "Whatever may come, whatever the weather, I will let nothing ruff ---"
       
He attempts to repeat it, but the words taste like gravel in his beak. He starts shouting at Harmony as she departs.
       
"Harmony! Harmony! Just so you know, I don't feel very harmonized right now! What's that about?! HAR-MO-NY is HARM-ING-ME! That's right, I can pun! Birds just wanna have pun! Ah see, there goes another one! Harmony!"
       
Finally the emotional volcano subsides. The lava of anger stops flowing. And BB is left with the ashes of his grief and loneliness.
       
The hardened guard cannot help but feel sorry for his winged inmate. "Alright, Feathers. Let's go." His cold voice doesn't bespeak the sympathy he feels.

© Matt Decker

» This post is an excerpted chapter from my book  JAILBIRD



How a 1990s Sitcom Can Change Your Life




"Hi. My name is Matt and I'm a Seinfeld junkie."
       
Yes it's true. I love me some Jerry, George, Elaine and Kramer. Oh that kooky Kramer. And Newman. I can't leave out Newman. I have been a fan of the show for years, having seen every episode countless times.
       
"But I don't wanna be a pirate!"
"Yada-yada-yada."
"No soup for you. Come back ONE YEAR!""
These pretzels are making me thirsty!"
       
The irony is that, beneath the humor, lie some philosophical gems, particularly concerning the concept which I am calling NooDoo. Let's consider three episodes (not referenced in the order they originally aired).
       
There is the one about "bizarro Jerry" and "the bizarro world." Things get bizarro because Elaine makes new friends with characters who are basically the alternative versions of Jerry, George and Kramer. There is even an appearance by an alternative Newman who is, of course, a different version of Jerry's postal nemesis. The iconic Seinfeld theme music even plays backward in keeping with the bizarro thread.
       
The interesting thing is that we have the power to create our own little "bizarro worlds" by tapping into the magic of NooDoo. How? There are alternatives for all sorts of the things that make up our daily lives. There are new choices, new decisions and new ideas which, once implemented, can transform our personal world into a new reality.
       
Ideas have an exceedingly brief shelf-life. Ideas get old really quick. Many ideas have become obsolete without even being noticed. The principle of NooDoo affords us the opportunity to essentially open up a "portal" of sorts to a new reality, similar to the bizarro world of Seinfeld.
       
One obvious way to apply this concept is to do what Elaine does in the episode. There is a human tendency to gravitate toward friends and associates who fit within a certain relational framework. How about shaking up your life-sized snow globe by actively seeking out the company of individuals who are completely different from your usual social circle? It could be just one new person who breaks the mold and becomes your "bizarro friend."
       
There is an additional layer to this "bizarro worlds" idea. There exists a fascinating theory within the field of quantum physics known as the Many Worlds Interpretation (MWI). This thought-provoking theory was initially put forth by quantum physicist Hugh Everett way back in the 1950's.
       
According to MWI, our world - indeed our universe - is only one of many worlds and many universes within a larger "multiverse." In fact, the word many doesn't do the idea justice. Only the word infinite will do.
       
The reality we know, says MWI, is constantly splitting or branching off into an infinite variety of alternate realities where everything is not only possible, but actually takes place. A consequence of this construct is that there are infinite versions of you somewhere out there in the multiverse - like the alternate versions of Jerry, George and Kramer. Now that is quite bizarro, don't you think?
       
The point I wish to highlight here is that we can enjoy the newness of an alternate world in the here-and-now by practicing the magic of NooDoo. We don't need to open a literal, material portal to one of these parallel universes in order to wake up in a fresh, new reality. Portals are everywhere! All we have to do is look for opportunities to take new actions and implement new ideas.
       
Then there is the Seinfeld episode where the sequence of events goes in reverse. The gang travels to India to attend a wedding. The show begins at the end and continues in reverse until the conclusion which is actually the beginning of the story. Did you get that? It may only be entertainment, but that is what I consider innovative thinking. (By the way, the word innovate originates from a root word that means new. To innovate is to bring something new to the table.) There is a word that encapsulates this idea of going in an opposite direction from the usual order. That word? Inversion.
       
There is a system for engineering and invention that employs inversion as one of its core principles for teaching innovative thinking. There are forty principles in total and "the other way round" is taught as the thirteenth technique. (If you would like more information, google TRIZ.) So whether we are talking about show business, the technical business of engineering or our daily routines, reversing the usual order is a great tool for harnessing the transformative power of NooDoo.
       
Lastly, but by no means least, there is "the opposite" Seinfeld episode. This one is as enlightening as it is comical.
       
In a nutshell, George discovers the magic of doing the complete opposite of his natural impulses. When he begins to do the opposite of what he would usually do, amazing things begin to happen in his life. He begins to achieve success in areas where before he had been plagued by failure. He meets a beautiful woman. He achieves his childhood dream of working for the New York Yankees. And he is finally able to move out of his parents' house into his own apartment. The epiphany is so great that he compares it to a religious experience.

"If every instinct you have is wrong, then the opposite would have to be right." ~ Jerry ~
       
What a philosophical gem! Funny, yes. But it is equally profound.

© Matt Decker

» This post is excerpted from my book  The Magic of NOODOO

Wormnado




"It's a very simple question, Digit." The mysterious girl looks up at her school teacher with eyes that seem to flicker. Ignoring this, Mr. Armstrong continues. "Where are you and your parents from?" Interesting question, to be sure. Interesting and understandable. But far from simple. And certainly not very.
       
You see, Digit is the youngest member of a glitchy family. No, that's not a metaphor. They literally glitch. To be precise, they are (g)raphically-(l)agging (i)n(t)erdimensional (ch)aracters. Nothing comes easy (or normal) with this bizarre family, including dialogue. Their speech manifests as a bizarre mixture of choppy English and vocalization of binary code. At any point during a conversation, even during mid-sentence, a binary stream of 0s and 1s will flow from lagging lips.
       
Digit finally answers. Or at least replies.
       
"It's 01100011 01101111 01101101 01110000 01101100 01101001 01100011 01100001 01110100 01100101 01100100."
       
Did you get that? Neither did her teacher. But Mr. Armstrong is nothing if not thoroughly prepared for every classroom situation. Based on previous interactions with this most unconventional of pupils, he had downloaded a binary code translation app onto his phone.
       
The dedicated educator requires a few minutes to input the spoken numbers into the app. Digit waits patiently, her head zipping in multiple directions at lightning speed. For any other student, this would be great cause for alarm. But Mr. Armstrong knows that she's just glitching right now.
       
"So it's...complicated, huh?" The translation is complete. "Then why don't you try to explain it to me?"
       
This might take a while.
       
Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, a background story for the ages begins to emerge...
       
The mundane environs of Earth temporarily fade into oblivion. Digit is no longer sitting in the desk-lined classroom. She is no longer looking into the attentive face of her teacher. Suddenly she is far away - so very far away. The transcendent vehicle of her memory has "teleported" her through time, beyond space, across dimensions. She finds herself in a very familiar place. Home. Original home.

*
       
A storm is brewing. (Well technically, a "matrix malfunction" is initializing.) An epic event is on the horizon. It's set to arrive in just a little bit.
       
Light becomes darkness. Powerful currents sweep across the field. Bright bursts of high-voltage energy materialize overhead. An unnerving medley of noises sound. It's definitely near.
       
At last the monster comes into view. A ferocious funnel - a vicious vortex - is rapidly approaching. This is goodbye. It doesn't take long. In an instant, it's all over.
       
This tragedy doesn't strike on the tornado-prone plains of a Midwestern state. It doesn't occur on Earth at all. Where, then? On the alternate plane of a different dimension.
       
The "twister"? A furiously-rotating vortex of incredible, exotic energy. A wormhole gone wild, if you will. And unlike an earthly tornado, it doesn't destroy. Instead, this thing sucks its victims up like a gargantuan vacuum cleaner, then deposits them in another dimension of its choosing.
       
Imagine The Wizard of Oz in reverse.
       
How many interdimensional versions of Dorothy and Toto are out there?
        
 © Matt Decker

(This post is excerpted from my short story Meet The Glitches.)

Monday, May 21, 2018

Higher




I imagine rising in synch with the sun
Heading out the door for my morning run --

Drinking a smoothie for energy and health
Brainstorming for ways to generate wealth --

Feeling refreshed as I stand in the shower
Reclaiming my power by each and every hour --

Getting dressed and ready for success
Mastering stress and making progress --

Conceiving ideas and practical solutions
Achieving all my goals and resolutions --

Looking for ways to better myself
And the lives of my loved ones as well --

Thinking of tricks to enhance my existence
Overcoming barriers and stubborn resistance
Taking the next steps to cover the distance
Demanding more from Life than mere subsistence --

Smiling big and living large
At last feeling that I am in charge --

Making friends and having fun
Highly productive by getting things done --

Reaching peak levels of health and fitness
Making my mark on the world of business --

Looking and living on the bright side
Taking each day in carefree stride --

Working on my mood and attitude
Tackling each day with heartfelt gratitude --

Expecting good news and positive results
Mastering every thought and fleeting impulse --

Piercing the veil of cosmic secrecy
Vibrating at a much higher frequency --

Demanding the best and refusing to settle
Taking my game to the next level --

Turning bad into good and curses into blessings
Reframing all my "failures" into positive lessons.

© Matt Decker

Understanding the Overwhelming

Space is Time. Matter is Mind. Things are thoughts. Truth is false. Destruction is creation. Existence is vibration. Death is illusion. Life...