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    Default Guess my type by my writing: INFP, ISFP or something else.

    Human nature is like walking among trees under the blue moon stumbling upon a bulging deer at the river bed next to the raging currents, the deer is barely alive, a weeping willow towers over it and out bursts several rats creating a crater running in a scattered pace in several different directions towards nevermore. Vultures come from the silhouettes to devour the carcass. I contemplate what it means to be human in the pits of sheol as I stare in amazement and bewilderment at the eternal vacuum that is the soul. What is human nature, what is its function, why is it misunderstood? Join me as I shine a light behind the shadows to reveal the beasts lurking there. Life is hard and people are difficult, I will stand up with the mythical gods of life and death and explore the time continuum that is the confines of my heart.

    I’m sitting in the office, there is a fish tank with a gold fish looking upon the office with its dull eyes, contemplating the complexity of life, an air head of simple proportions. It is now swimming at random like a chicken without its head, it looks as if it is intoxicated, as if it is swimming in a goblet of wine, bumping into the dirty glass, as if to break through the glassed prison

    In my world God is the red queen, the devil is the Cheshire Cat and the Mad Hatter is the saint of time, I stroll through the fabric of reality with my bestie the ever-vanishing Cheshire, unsure of my own existence. Yet the eternal flame of my imagination helps me escape as I stroll through wonderland. Wonderland is a place to see ones idealized potential, and to be liberate through a gap in society, the rabbit hole is everyone’s biggest fear, yet it is the most liberating furnace for the spirit.

    Beauty escapes my eyes as I gaze upon the long-winded night. Stars beam at the trees with their stalking shadows and they beam at the howling of the schizophrenic, homeless man as he looks upon the moonlight shadow on the raging river. Who is the one who brought this out of nothingness and left me to ponder on the chance of life… I don’t know, it’s like you know he created this world. If he created it so profane by making the beholder of the fruit of good and evil so seductive and Adam a boorish simpleton that Eve couldn’t help but go exploring, why is it that we should be born diseased and punished for it by the promise of death. It’s like a man who created a porn site, found the addresses of those who visited his site and then murdered them. I have a difficult time understanding this reasoning.

    The church is a spacious work of art, architectural, gothic perfection. It is domed shaped, covered with red carpeting, spiral stairs leading to a choir, with colons in the back, as if it is a mansion from Athens. Golden colored stair rails go up with the spiraled stairs. The focal point is the podium, a seraph’s altar, the acoustics are perfect, a physicist perhaps helped with the building to make the best of the doppler effect. This is done through a 45-degree slope from the doors to the podium going down. Above it is three stained glasses, the first is of the virgin Mary and the baby Christ, the second is of the angels giving the good news to the shepherds and the third of the Christ with sheep, and adjacent to the stain glass is a balcony with huge windows, the moon and stars parading in bliss. It was a scene to behold, no part of me is tempted to follow in Oscar Wilde’s words “when I step in the sanctuary I take the first moment I can to escape” perhaps he isn’t the one that said it… something is missing from the scene, Elijah didn’t come, I wait upon him, and he doesn’t come, he invited me and yet doesn’t come, the dressing up all came down to nothing, he isn’t here. I do my best to listen to the sermon and what I learn from the preacher is that “God is in the soft, tender voice. The crow that visits the prophet, the angel visiting the needy, the passionate fire of the stars that set the altar in flames as Elijah proved that the benefactor of the heart is the I am, he is the nature that encompasses everything, as Blaise Pascal put it “an infinite sphere whose center in everywhere and whose circumference is nowhere.” That what he wants from us is a relationship, this is done through meditating on his word and living for the benefit of others is holiness, under the wings of righteousness. To be filled with the fruits of the spirit and satisfy our spiritual hunger for something greater than us. The fruit of the spirit are love, joy, peace, forbearance, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control. This gives me a new way to view God, a way that makes sense, he isn’t a papa Smurf up in the skies that is looking to punish me but the art that transcends reality, the soft voice of genius in the wind that caresses the green leaves as heavens tears glide down upon them, the tears wetting the fruits of the spirit, I pray for the first time in a long time, a simple prayer, “God if you’re there please reveal yourself to me.”

    When the church beats its wings vaingloriously as another worldly fraternity in the bloody carnival of dehumanization. With the antichrist as its archangel and the Christ as its scapegoat. Karl Marx said that religion is the opium of the masses, opium has become the opium of the masses. We are all dancing protein, puppets whose strings are being pulled by nature chasing after idols in the hilarious parody that we call life. You’ll argue that I am crazy, that we have consciousness and are therefore not puppets but real people. Yes, just as Pinocchio we can become real, through allowing God to inflame our consciousness with the Holy Spirit and his discernment. Consciousness allow us to reason and perceive and the Holy Spirit allows us to transcend natures slave-master mentality, this is in my opinion the surest proof of the existence of God. We must step up and truly show Christ instead of our own agendas, otherwise we will be nothing more than puppets playing at Gods, making a mockery of the fruit of life and glorifying the fruit of good and evil. We must first recognize our own nakedness and have the way cleanse us as a holistic whole before we can have the world see the light of the kingdom of heaven


    I am the slain waxen doll. The shadow of a nightingale trying to escape its empty vessel. All I wanted was to prove to myself that I am more than a walking manikin existing in the dollhouse of a three-year-old, and all I could accomplish was to consume the Leviathans pale fire. The marble is not glistening under the sun as the anonymous hand scribbles in the dark.
    I swallowed up the bronze dragon as I watched the cherubs dance to Bach. I danced with the harlot witch to obtain pixie dust, to explore the nether regions of hell. I am the beetle at the wrong end of a crazed air head’s high heel. The eyes of my spirit roll so far back that blood is pouring from my eye sockets as I stare into the infinite gallows of the hanged man.


    Philosophical inquiry is looking for the vanishing black cat in the back alleyway under the night sky while the heavens wink at you. It is caressing the spirits under the moonlight trance as the scientist bathes under the waterfall seeking out rays of light from the light above. The pondering of the past, present and future as the magician stumbles into the trance of timelessness. It is reaching out to the paradise of Eden as you hold the galaxies upon your palm like a teardrop from heaven. It is the creativity in the creation of the tower of Babel and in the destruction of Athens. It is biting from the tree of good and evil in search of knowledge from the spirits.

    The philosopher was a philosopher before he even knew what philosophy was. An introspective young boy, with a cheerful domineer for adventure, and a loud laugh that can be heard throughout the neighborhood. From a young age he was called ‘philosopher’ as he had a ponderous mind, one that couldn’t help but ponder on the mysteries of the Bible, the complexities of God’s personality, the paradox of mercy and justice coming into one, supreme being, and the subtle cleverness of the prince of lies and his wolf pack of clever deceivers. He pondered and pondered on the inconsistencies of omnipresence, omniscience, how can one know all from alpha to omega, yet have wrath when people disobey, the beauty of freedom in allowing choice through the planting of the delicious fruit from the tree of good and life, and hungering for the tree of life, the philosophical stone which crux was in the cross. He felt that it all came together through the concept of the spirit, but what is the spirit, what is consciousness and what sends us to ponder on the mysteries of life. He was a clever child, one of exuberance and yet the seriousness of a logician. He believed that the spirit is seen in death and it is the transfiguration of the flesh into a new being, the madness that brought chaos into the cosmos, the stream of consciousness into fluid thought, he as a child couldn’t express it in those words but he felt it intuitively, the spirit was the dancing of particles that form the bane of thought, the filtering of the angels versus the demons, the running thoughts that come from the neurons interacting with one another, and synapses directing the senses into action. Dancing particles creating a white aurora like breath in the cold of night.

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    Ne+Si, emphasis on the Ne. Largely speaks in abstractions and historical references.

    Fi+Te. I sense internal Feeling principles, as well as explicit logic.

    Due to starting off the writing with metaphor, and then moving to the self, I would guess ENFP.


    I'll have a look through your posts later today and see if I'm correct.

    (actually I can't do that today because the search function still isn't working)
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    Thank you, any idea concerning my enneagram tritype and instinctual variant. My previous posts from before this year came from immature manic times, here is some more writings which may or may not change your opinion:
    . He expressed this to the scientist one sunny day, at the park next to the scientist’s house. The philosopher sat on the gravel while the scientist was doing pull ups on the monkey bars, next to the flower beds of yellow tulips, orange, red and yellow roses and green bushes whose leaves glistened to the reflection of the sun. The two met in class earlier that year and came together as friends in their curiosity for knowledge, their love of reading, and other shared interests. From what I remember they were in the sixth grade and had just entered junior high school. This was the first time they met outside of the school. The philosopher for the last several months spent time trying to get the scientist to accept the power of imagination instead of just cold facts, and it was working, the explaining of his idea concerning the spirit especially inspired the scientist. The scientist asked the philosopher, “how does one go about seeing the spirit, how does one conduct a science experiment to prove the existence of the spirit?” The philosopher responded by saying “to see the spirit I believe that we must have a lower being overcome and kill a higher being, such as a mouse kill a cat, and at the point of death we will be able to see the spirit.” The scientist asked, “how will we go about doing this?” The philosopher told him that we must inject steroids into the mouse, put them in a gated area and watch a death match between the two, this is of course animal cruelty. They used kitchen and cleaning appliances to create homemade steroids, they were truly chemists, and intellectuals that put their action into plan. The mouse killed the cat, and then died shortly afterwards but there was no seeing the spirit. The scientist fell into disappointment and asked the philosopher why he didn’t see it. The philosopher speculated that perhaps it can only be done if we do the experiment on humans. Perhaps through the concept of beauty, jokingly said “If you want to see the spirit you need to find an ugly man, make a monster out of him like Frankenstein’s monster, and do the experiment with beautiful women, women that are a ten, have the monster have sex with the women and kill them, while this is happening you the scientist should make fun of them while holding a camera up, but don’t do this because if you do in the process you’ll fall into madness, and only in that state of mind will you see their spirits.” The scientist in a serious expression asked, “what will happen then?” The philosopher expressed that “you will fall into madness and will want to commit suicide for what you’ve done.” The scientist was in love with the philosopher and made it his goal to prove the philosopher’s theory and asked, “how do I go about luring the girls?” The philosopher told him without realizing his intent, “lure them in with the promise of sex, and promise them that they will see the philosopher who will share the secrets of heaven with them, make them sign a long agreement that they will not want to read to keep yourself from getting in trouble,” and added “it should take place in a haunted house.” The scientist becoming more curious of this strange talk ponders and asks, “how would the suicide be committed?” The philosopher in jest says “it will be in way that symbolizes his life transcending him into the stratosphere of the infinite and making him into a God, like in the crucifixion of the mad man that preached the truth, undermined Rome and rebelled against the Jewish institution. I believe that if you were to do this then you will make money by creating a new porn industry through the production of snuff videos, create a spirit by knowing its properties, so the money, the spirit and the scientific research should be present at the death scene to symbolize the life that went against the institution of this world. The means to go about it would be an overdosage of heroine to symbolize the madness, the room should be decorated with mountains of it, and you should have both middle fingers out and your tongue sticking out in rebellion against the Earth and it institutions, this will transfigure you into a God and you can say as Skovoroda did ‘the world tried to catch me and could not.’” “I don’t understand” the scientist responded, “will I be going against the church and how is this going against the world.” The Philosopher shared with him that this is the secret of Nietzsche’s Ubermensch, “you will transcend the church by rebelling against God through rebelling even though you came with the mathematical proof that proves his existence, you will become all too human,” the philosopher winks at the scientist. The philosopher’s mom came to pick him up and the scientist went home with the birth of a new obsession.
    He did it, the scientist at the age of seventeen went through with it and it went as the philosopher had foreshadowed it, the outcome came as the philosopher said it would. He felt religious ecstasy every time he saw a spirt, and felt like God himself when he created the spirit. The scientist survived the suicidal attempt and arose from cardiac arrest on the third day and was escorted to a looney bin in Chicago. The bully that was the scientist’s puppet and made into a monster was found dead. The philosopher grew up to becoming a heretic in his late teens, the spirt that the scientist created visited him in his dreams and told him that he’ll crucify him in top of his parents’ church, nailed by his middle fingers making him into a God. the philosopher woke screaming, kicking, repenting and begging God to set him free from his self-created damned chains, little did he know about the scientist’s survival due to their estrangement at the time. The intellectuals labeled the atrocious event under the psychological illness of schizophrenia, the Christians as lost souls in need of God and some even speculated that the girls went through with it for the fun of it, it’s all too human. Dear reader what conclusions may we draw about the spirit? You may be asking about yourself what is currently taking place with these young men, to make a long story short they found freedom from their bondages in the grace of Christ and becoming slaves to righteousness, it’s all too human, their spirits are all too human.

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    Thank you, any idea concerning my enneagram tritype and instinctual variant.
    I don't know enneagram well enough to type people in it.
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    Thanks, no worries Concerning being Ne dom, I'm not really an idea person, and enjoy small talk as well as scanning my environment, I used to debate theists back when I was an atheist to push their buttons and to be convinced of Theism as this is what I grew up with but couldn't make the leap of faith for years until I read Brothers Karamazov which I found Dmitry Karamazov to be relatable. I prefer one on one conversations over to group conversations, as when in a group I tend to observe and listen, while I'm really talkative during a one on one conversation, but when I do talk I'm usually talking about myself or the other person instead of talking about ideas, I do think in images, is visual thinking related to Ne?

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    Visual thinking is associated with Ni/Se.
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    So INJ? ENFP? My thinking is less visual thinking then short moments of creative bursts that have me putting words and creating metaphors in a creative way, abstract thought comes naturally to me, otherwise i'm not really thinking and instead am participating in my surroundings, which may be Ni Se, I don't really have much of an imagination as imagining pictures, movie reels in my head although i am really good at having people imagine stuff with my wordplay for example my little sister who is an intp.
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    Visual thinking may not be associated with extroverted sensation and introverted intuition only, since Se-Fi/Fi-Se can't possibly think visually. It could also be associated with introverted sensing, since Both are sensation function.

    It is not easy to realize whether you think in picture or in words.

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    I think in worfs

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    When you explain what human nature is, you seems to be conscious of quasi thing with some tought. You may have visualized human nature resembles
    walking among trees under the blue moon stumbling upon a bulging deer at the river bed next to the raging currents, the deer is barely alive, a weeping willow towers over it and out bursts several rats creating a crater running in a scattered pace in several different directions towards nevermore..”
    This sentence is visualizable. We could develop further make it like a some kind of a motion picture: A person is walking. He is walking under the trees. He is walking at night, under a blue moon, and so on. This is a most likely an sentence written by psyche with Si-Te.
    It style of writing is, my best guess is associated withFi-Ne/ Si-Te.

    The First Sentence is Hard To Understand for Me
    Unfortunately, I myself find it hard to understand the first sentence. It is too long, and a bit of run on in my opinion. I keep questioning on who walk under the trees?. I guess it may have been you the author who visualize yourself. When you began storytelling about the deer, you should have begun with a new sentence so that the sentence would be easier to comprehend.
    You are most likely an INFP, not an ENFP.
    ENFP best suited profession is arguably a journalist.
    The Extroverted thinker-introverted sensing which is ENFP third and fourth functions are useful for arranging schedule with figures, important person with whom they are going to have an interview session. Si-Te in INFP will be best when they do some research, like Isabel Briggs Myers. Te-Si, a third and fourth function of ENFP will be naturally action oriented. They judge using thinking, and take action from it. When they arrange interview schedule with important figure like a political leader, they have to have a contact number, call the person, ask whether they are willing to have an interview session with the journalist. When the time of arranged schedule has come, they'll execute it. They take action. They meet the person and perform an interview session. Deadline in journalism is very tight. Besides interview session, they also sometimes have to attend a lot of press conferences and write up a journalistic report. They have to be a very good at arranging schedule to cope with. The energy of Extrovert thinking-introvert sensing match with the jobs demmand.
    In this forum, A thread starter ENFPmale performed interview sessions with some people. May be you want to check it out.

    Interviews by ENFP
    He is like journalists that we may have seen on TV isn’t he? You should raise question to yourself whether you are more like a journalist or more like a novelist.
    INFP best suited profession is arguably a Novelist, like Shakespeare, JK Rowling.
    I hypothesize that psyche with Si-Te will be better in Statistics than any other type. The best may be an ISTJ. Isabel Briggs Myers (INFP) studied statistics with Edward Hay to develop the MBTI. Before preoccupied with MBTI, Isabel Briggs Myers won a novel competition. You should give it a try.

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