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What is Deitheism?

An Assembly of Faith (AOF) of the Advancing Noah Movement (ANM)

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About Deitheism
Deitheism is a spiritual idea propogated by Daniel Daly.  It is his understanding of the spiritual truth that mankind faces in the world today.  Essentially deitheism is a mixture of Deism and Theism – two opposing spiritual views of God. Deism believes in God, but bases its rationale on reason and logic and the witness of nature, rather than divine revelation and sacred texts,
of which theism is made up of.

How is it possible for these two belief systems to be merged?  Aren't they really contradictory to each other?

Not entirely, no.  For example, theism itself also argues the existence of God based upon reason, logic and the witness of nature.  Thus philosophical theism incorporates the fundamental principles of deism. However, deitheism falls short of theism, inasmuch as it teaches that 'Revelation' cannot and should not be applied in a 'communal'
sense, but remains the domain of the individual.  Revelation is largely personal in nature.  We do not believe that God has inspired any particular religious text in its entirety, nor has he chosen just one particular spiritual group to spread his message.  Thus we do not fall into the category of stating that God has revealed a religion for mankind to follow.  Therefore we are not traditional theists.  However, an element of theism which we do incorporate is allowing people to live by their own personal 'Revelations' from Almighty God.  We do not place a limit on what God can and cannot do for each individual on planet earth.  If he wishes to speak some revelation to their mind in the form of a vision, dream, or direct word, then he is perfectly free
to do so.

This, we believe, could well be how some of the religions of mankind started in the first place.  Through the founders own revelations from Almighty God.  Thus the religions of  Noah, Moses, Zoroaster, Buddha, Jesus, Mohammed and Bahaulla, as well as countless other minority movements may have an initial 'Revelation' on which their religion is based, but this was quickly overrun by the teachings of fallible men.  As said, we do not teach that any religion is, in its entirety, the revealed will of Almighty God.

Our chief argument against teaching Revelation in a communal setting is that 'Who is to say it is true?'  How can we verify such revelation?  How can we know if it is reliable and worthy of living a life based on its teaching?

While we teach that the existence of God can be deduced by rationale thought, we are not brave enough to make such bold claims for what, in fact really is, the vast array of so called revelations that various men and women have received throughout history.

To sum up, we consider that the prevailing spiritual view of God for society as a whole should be based upon 'Deitheistic' reasoning. While we acknowledge the existence of a creator God, we leave the idea of theistic revelation to those whom God decides to illuminate for himself.

The Creator

The Creator Lives. The Creator Loves. The Creator has a life of his own. The Creator enjoys the life of his own. God works in mankind. God works wonders in mankind. Many receive, perceive and appreciate those wonders, and some are jaded, disinterested or only apathetic about this. He has a mind infinite, and knows a lot of stuff. The Creator made men and gave them a life purpose. So, the Creator usually has a plan for lives that accept him and draw close to him. Strive for success in life if you want it – striving is how it is achieved. The mediocre approach gives the mediocre result. For some that's enough. For some they just want more out of life. The Creator has his wisdom, and it shines in the design of his creation, yourself included. The Advancing Noah Movement and the Cherubim Torah community seek the influence of the Creator in their lives to guide and judge them, and to teach and inspire them. To the Creator be the glory.

7 & 70 Assemblies of Faith

In relation to the 7 & 70 Assemblies of Faith we are part of, we teach our own doctrinal viewpoint counterpointed against the belief in these movements of divine revelation in a communal setting to varying degrees. We have a distinct approach within 7 & 70, as many of the individual movements do, and it is almost a philosophical way of looking at faith which divides us at times, perhaps even more so than the theological absolutes. It is perhaps they way we 'Approach' this issue of faith which distinguishes us from other 7 & 70 Assemblies of faith. When all is said and done, this is OUR approach, yet we live in harmony with those with a differing viewpoint.

For more information, please contact Daniel Daly at email
valandriel@hotmail.com

Daniel Daly
Canberra, Australia

Creationist Deist Science - Articles

Colours of Stars.
There are white stars, blue stars and yellow stars in the sky. A variety of colours. The doppler effect teaches that distance also affects how we see the colour of the star. This is based on the heat energy available from the viewpoint of the one observing the star. The further the star is away, the less energy is still available for the outburst of rays from that star to reach earth. The size of the star also affects this, as nearer stars can still be red if they are smaller, and stars further away can be blue if they are bigger. Starlight is energy from fire, as its ultimate source. The energy emitted from a star ultimately ends, as it can only travel so far into space before it reaches its ending point of energy outburst. The stars twinkle in the sky because the core star varies constantly in the way it is radiating its energy outwards. The current scientific opinion of the majority is that these stars are billions of light years away. This is flawed thinking. They are not as big as many people think, and the energy does not travel that far into space. Stars are actually quite near the earth. When God created the stars, it didn't take millions of light years for the energy of the stars to reach the earth, which is the evolutionary schema, attempting to deny the validity of scripture - the stars are actually quite near, and the energy would have reached the earth quite quickly. The earth is about 6178 years old since its creation, and stars have been visible for nearly all that time.

Further, the earth is in the centre of the universe, and the stars have been placed around the earth to 'Rule the Night'.

The measurements used by earlier scientists to measure the distance of the stars from the earth were quite flawed, and they still get it wrong today.

Fictional Literature of the Community

The Infinite Dreams of Chaos and Order Saga

Infinite Dreams of Chaos and Order

Paradox

By Daniel Daly

Copyright 2014

The dream was one. It was always one, usually, often, no, not really. It was never one. It never had been one.

No, it was one, certainly this time. Nebulox knew it was one. It was always one, usually. Wasn't it?

He woke. The dream surrendered to the scoundrels of covetousness, who devoured his thoughts, those spirits who fed on the wake of dreams, those little demons and angels who hung around Paradox to devour the fruits of a nights slumber. They loved the stuff. Nebulox knew that.

He knew not, as he showered first, and then toileted and then showered again, forgetting he always washed after dirty business – he knew not wether he had even dreamed that morning. He knew not, because it was different that morning He could not see it in his head, and he puzzled. He always saw the dreams in his head, each morning, and sat at breakfast, with Lady Harmony, and discussed them. And she would feign amusement, and sit happily, drinking tea, and being the perfect wife. She was always that, the perfect wife, dressed in white lace, sipping on her tea. Why he loved her. Why she bored him so. Oh, but never complain, lest mother in law come a visiting, and bring her list of current complaints at Nebulox's lack of attention to detail around the realm.

He looked into his mind's eye. The dream would not return. It was stubborn. He summoned his strength, and willed it to come forth, even invoking a fond demon of his recent encounter, one with truly a sadistic sarcastic trait, which always enlivened the feasting hall of Paradox. They were ancient, after all, and explicit erotica barely got them going anymore. A sharp sarcasm from one of hell's best and brightest often got the party started, though. Nebulox liked to think so. Lady Harmony, his beloved, sat there, nonplussed. She ignored such foolishness. She was 'Above' such foolishness. So she sold to the world, anyway, with her casual demeanour and imperious superiority. Bah, to hell with the woman. Just like her mother in law anyway.

He willed it forth yet again, and defeated, sat down on the edge of his bed, and looked glumly out the window. 'Bugger' he said to himself. Not the will to even consult the fond bliss of dreamscape he lived for, practically, now, each night. He always knew that he could, cept the dream being one, of course. But that never happened. Heaven above, once, by Angel Celeste, spoke of the One Dream. The One dream would start something new for Paradox. A new beginning, were ancient practices would die a death, and a new life would emerge, that life not knowable, for Celeste would not speak of it. But some strange new life would emerge, and the ancient decay of babble at the table of feasting would part from them, a meaning newly imparted.

Strange nonsense to Nebulox, but sometimes he wondered.

Was the dream One, then? This morning.

Bah, foolishness. He was getting old. He would not dream of the One Dream for an Eternity. He would not be so lucky to as dream such a dream until rightly eternity had filled itself up with amusement and finally bothered to get around to his old soul on its eternal list of things to do.

Bah. Humbug.

He finished drying off, and put on robes. Today he would dress in yellow. Perhaps for no good reason, but simply as it had been many months since the golden garbs of Pelladius had garbed his frame, he took them forth from the royal cabinet, and dressed in fine gold, he paraded himself front the mirror. He looked splendid. Least Lady Harmony would coldly suggest, but losy interest at an instant, and sip on her tea, and gaze into infinity. Blasted woman. He'd his fill of such nonsense.

Just like her mother in law.

Blasted woman.

He glanced one last look, and stole downwards, past his wife's room, down to the dining room, and waited upon the servants.

Harmony strolled in, sat down at the end of the long table, smiled at him, and poured tea. He watched her, and looked at her top. White, as usual, with a loveheart piece cut out showing her ample bosoms.

'Are ye randy?' he asked her.

'Why does thou inquire as such? I have not been giving off signals I doth protest.'

'Cods wallop. You are looking for a piece of Nebulox, I tell thee.'

She smirked softly. 'A piece of Nebulox? I haven't had a piece of Nebulox since you proposed 18 years ago.'

'Royal mother disagrees with that statement. Architects beloved daughter claims to me, when she visits, 'My daughter sleeps with you far too much, I dare say, with all the lustings I perceive you wont for her. You are a dastard Lord Nebulox,' she says to me. That I can't keep my bloody hands off of ya.'

'Royal Mother In Law is Architects finest creation, as she attests to each morning in front of her servants. But even she is not endowed with the wisdom of Eternity. I am NOT randy, Lord Nebulox, my liege. Besides, fucking is no fun anymore. There is no point. There never was, really....' she said, trailing off and gazing away at eternity.

'Aye,' responded Lord Nebulox. 'I still get a kick, for it satisfies me urges, but nothing much more. And each time, I tell ye, it is as if a part of me dies when I cum on ye, maiden. As if my life is in that cum, which I donnna understand, for it is nothing but a strange mixture of sexual ambrosia. Nobody ever says much else about the stuff.'

She turned her gaze to him. 'Perhaps it has a grand purpose. Perhaps it does something, in the end?'

'What?' he asked.

'I don't know. Beyond me. A mystery of the Grand Architect and nothing more. I do like the stuff, though. It tastes funny, but,' and she giggled,' it is sooo arousing. When you blow in my mouth, oh joy. The rush. Like nothing else.'

'So ye are in the mood,' he said, in an excited tone.

'Behave yourself,' she replied. 'My lord,' she said again, softly.

'Bah. Humbug,' he replied.

They sat there, the two of them for a while, and he glanced at her on occasion, but, finally, he looked at the breakfast the servants had prepared.

'Eggs,' he said. 'Scrambled. Aye, well it will do.'

Lady Harmony gazed at the table. 'Fine fare enough for this morning's sustenance. It shall do quite fine. If my lord will begin,' she said, looking at him.

He spooned a plate full of eggs onto some toast he had selected and began his morning meal, Lady Harmony soon following.

'A gypsy once spoke to me. She said it created life.'

Lord Nebulox was enjoying his meal, but looked up at his wife. 'Life? What do ye mean by that? And what exactly?'

'The cum,' she said. 'Your cream,' she said again, giggling.

'Life? What life, exactly?'

'She didn't say,' replied Lady Harmony, distantly. 'She stank, though, the gypsy. Fowl as anything in all the Realm of Architects creation. But she seemed, I don't know. Somehow disingenuine. About what she claimed to be. A pretend gypsy. No, maybe I am second guessing, but I don't know.'

Lord Nebulox finished off his toast and eggs and looked crosse the table. 'It creates life, ye say? What kind of life?'

'She never said. Ok. Do not persist in bothering me with that question. I don't bloody know.'

He glared at her, and looked down at the table, and decided to pour some tea for himself also.

Sipping away, he looked at his wife. 'Life like us, maybe?'

'Nonsense,' replied Lady Harmony, but looked at him cautiously. 'I mean, how could it? What, a person just appears, or something?'

'Maybe like a plant, or something,' responded Lord Nebulox.

'Then cum in a flower pot and have done with it,' she replied tartly.

'Mmm,' he said in response, and sipped on his tea.

She took issue. 'How could it create a person? We are fashioned by the will of the Grand Architect of Heaven and Earth, placed here in the Kingdom of Life, and here we reside, the creation of the One. All in heaven and earth are made the same way. Hell as well, I'd imagine. No, cum does not make life. It is a play thing for your pleasures.'

'You said yours too,' he said, winking at her, which elicited a small smile.

'I have had my fill of tea,' she said. 'I will away to the markets this morning with the kitchen servants, and we'll fill our pantry for a month.'

'Aye,' replied Lord Nebulox, who had no aversion to filled Pantries, especially when the Lady purchased those 'Chocolate Drops' in great number he was so fond of.

'Be off with ye then,' he finished.

She walked past him, and said softly as she strode, 'Ye just like it when I suck your dick, my lord, so the Architect gave ye an outlet. Cum is for nothing more.'

He glanced sideways after her as she left, but said nothing, and turned back to the table. True – he liked his phallus sucked greatly by his wife, and the eruption of cum gave him great pleasure. Naturally, that was all it was for. Naturally.

Bah. Humbug. Enough with talk of cum. Off to the stables, and a morning on the course.

*

Nebulox was singing with the lads, the party going wild, and Lady Harmony over in the corner, sitting with the maidens, watched on, somewhat amused. She was dressed with a white head covering, which went down her back, and underneath was a rare scarlet dress she wore on infrequent occasions. The one he liked most.

'Lady,' he said, approaching his wife. 'Are ye enjoying the singing?'

'You sound like the morning cockerel,' she replied, giggling, which made the other ladies giggle also.

'I'm not that bad. Blasted woman. Come. Sing with me,' and he took her hand, and they sang away much of the evening.

Later, she looked truly ravishing, and as she undressed, he was already nekked and touched her belly.

'Aye. Ye always have been an extraordinary woman.'

She batted her eyelids and, as he laid down, she took to his manhood.

Shortly he erupted, and she was doing what he liked, when she froze.

'What's the matter? Finish the job.'

'Um. My lord. Um.'

'Out with it, woman.'

'Your, um.'

'My what?' he demanded.

'Your cum.'

'What about it?' he asked.

'Its gone and turned stark bloody white. Not a trace of yellow in it.'

He gawked at her, and put his hand down to bring up some of the stuff.

'Cod's wallop!' he swore, looking at the change in colour. 'This I've never heard spoken. What in flaming hell is going on. Are you playing some funny business with me?'

'My Lord,' exclaimed Lady Harmony, as if the question was an affront.

All that week Lord Nebulox wanked in private, and looked at the new colour. He couldn't explain it. Something had – changed.

They were at breakfast and Lady Harmony looked upset.

'What's the matter?' he asked her.

She was distraught. 'I feared an injury, but my maid can find none. None at all, and there is no explanation.'

'What are ye harking on about?'

'I bled. Yesterday morning. From my womanhood. Cept there is no bloody injury.'

'Cod's wallop,' he swore, but said nothing more, and treated her with care all week.

One month later she was distraught again and said it'd happened again.

Things were not as they had been in Castle Paradox.

*

Six months passed.

'Why are ye getting so bloody fat? Have ye changed yer bloody diet or something.'

'Leave me alone,' and she was almost weeping.

'My belly,' she said, tears in her eyes. 'It kicks.'

'It kicks?' he asked, incredulously.

'It kicks,' she said softly.

Lord Nebulox was beside himself.

A few months later, not a soul in paradox could deny the might screams of Lady Harmony. She was on her bed, wailing, and had pushed off her underwear, and her maid was with her.

And the maid reported that she was thrusting and thrusting and pushing and pushing, and did not know what the hell was going on.

Then from her vagina, out it came. And the maid took it, and washed off the covering and cleaned it up, and said 'Fuck me!'

'What is it?' Lady Harmony hissed.

The maid handed the thing to Lady Harmony, who took it and looked at it. It was a person. A tiny little person.

She softened. She took it, and put it on her chest, and its mouth found her nipple, and started suckling.

Lord Nebulox was admitted. 'What is it?' he asked.

'Our – Son – I guess,' said Lady Harmony. 'It is a man, very small, and he has his genitalia.'

'What's he doing?' asked Lord Nebulox in a very soft and hushed voice.

'What all men want to do?' she said sarcastically. 'Sucking on my bloody tits.'

And lord Nebulox grinned.

The man thing grew. It grew and started talking after a while, and they gave it a name. Paradox, after the castle.

He was their son. They had made a son, somehow. And they were some sort of family, in a new strange way.

Celeste, the angel, showed up. Initially dressed as a familiar looking gypsy. Then she showed her true form.

'A child is a blessing from the Grand Architect,' said Celeste. 'You will have many of them now. Raise them with care and love, for your kingdom will ever grow with their happy company.'

And the Kingdom of Life grew. And all the realm was amazed at the blessing of Heaven above.

The End