Quick Comms: Scars and Tattoos
True Lessons versus Boastful Tales
Scars
True stories, true great works, come from a fractured soul.
When we are born, we are pure and clean. A blank slate. A smooth, brilliant stone.
17 Let him that hath an ear, hear what the spirit saith unto the Churches. To him that overcometh, will I give to eat of the Manna that is hid, and will give him a white stone, and in the stone a new name written, which no man knoweth, saving he that receiveth it. - Revelation 2:17
Life experience acts upon that stone and wears it down. Wind and sediment forms valleys and creases upon us.
Great weights shatter the stone, giving way to cracks and gouges.
The wounds put upon the soul are breeches in reality. They expose a realm of dream and imagination, a place void of all our current understanding. The “Yet To Be.” The cracks are portals to another dimension of thought; of thoughts unthought; thoughts akin to a newborn babe.
Just as a sculptor can see his Work in the slab of marble based on its pattern, we each have within us a Destiny God has blessed us with, should we but take up mallet and chisel and free it from the stone.
However, the soul, unlike vulgar stone, is resilient. It can heal and mend itself if given time.
When a crack heals, it leaves behind a scar.
Those scars are proofs of our journeys. Medals etched into flesh of trials overcome.
It’s the only remaining trace of that moment in time where the Now and the “Yet To Be” were as One.
Like an old war veteran regaling his subordinates with stories of his various conquests and losses, each scar represents a moment in time where, had the circumstances been different, had the implement been nudged slightly to the left or right, the wound would not have been given chance to mend.
Scars are proof you lived.
Wounds are proof you died.
They are natural consequences of putting yourself in positions where bad things can happen — of daring greatly. Sometimes a scar’s story is one of foolishness and stupidity. Other times a scar’s story is one of sacrifice. Either way, they leave a remembrance that if not heeded, will result in yet another scar to match.
A scar is a sign. It’s a proof. It’s a story of trauma and how one overcame the trauma — how one might survive.
Those most visible of scars are a message to others that Actions have Consequences.
Yet, just as the stone may be set upon by a coarse wind or steady stream, not all scars are visible. Some scars are the result of a steady and oppressive grind that at first glance appear to smoothing. However, there is less material left than there was before. You are left changed by the oppression of time, and that’s something not easily translated to others…
Burns and blisters of the hand can take away your fingerprints — your identity. The hand, an extension of your Will, may lose fingers just as a family might lose loved ones. Scars can be internal. The heat can penetrate deep into the flesh, and at first not appear. It’s only after they are given time to heal that the wound reveals itself, as the body contorts to mend itself.
In Comms, Scar = Triumph
Not just triumph, however — triumph at a cost. A blood toll was paid, though one might have survived. You are not the same as you were before. Such is the nature of life; of experience.
Muscles are scarred flesh. To gain muscle, one must work.
Does a workman’s hands not callus?
Does not the smelter’s skin feel cracked and dry?
Does not the messenger’s feet grow tough and insensitive?
Scars are proof of work; of trading one’s own health for opportunity.
To be able to say “I was there, I was wounded, but I survived” is what a scar means. Those with soft hands and clear complexion have not borne witness to the World’s cruelty, and therefore are easily swayed by the World. They have not built up calluses, and so cannot withstand the harshness of the World when confronted with it.
19 If ye were of the world, the world would love his own: but because ye are not of the world, but I have chosen you out of the world, therefore the world hateth you. - John 15:19
Those who sit in ivory towers, who look down upon others’ toil with great disdain, bear no scars. They cannot relate to those who have endured real trauma. They think that they are better than those who have borne scars, for having been sheltered enough to keep themselves “clean.”
27 Woe be to you, Scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites: for ye are like unto whited tombs, which appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones, and all filthiness. - Matthew 23:27
Those who shirk the responsibilities given them by God, who avoid temptation rather than endure and overcome them, to TRIUMPH, are hypocrites and cowards. Their outer form may well be preserved, and they may look as beacons of purity, but within they are hollow and empty — never once risking to caress the Yet To Be; never bearing the scars of childbirth and toil.
30 But they that were Scribes and Pharisees among them, murmured against his disciples, saying, Why eat ye and drink ye with Publicans and sinners? 31 Then Jesus answered, and said unto them, They that are whole, need not the Physician, but they that are sick. 32 I came not to call the righteous, but sinners to repentance. - Luke 5:30-32
He did not come for the virtuous, but the sinner — because the sinner had scars that needed mending.
With Repentance, comes Triumph.
All wounds cleaned, healed, but the scars remain.
Signs and Symbols of one’s past, and how they SURVIVED.
For all others to bear witness, that one faced down adversity and came through the other side, Body broken but Spirit intact.
30 Also if thy right hand make thee to offend, cut it off, and cast it from thee: for better it is for thee, that one of thy members perish, than that thy whole body should be cast into hell. - Matthew 5:30
The World demands of you Flesh, Heaven demands your Spirit.
If you value Flesh over Spirit, you are betrothed to the Earth and not of Heaven.
To feign wounds, to fake proof of that experience or to make petty seem bold…
That is the path of the hypocrite.
Tattoos
Tattoos are artificial scars.
In Comms, Tattoos = Boastfulness
Just as soldiers are put through scenarios and skirmishes, where no real harm may come to pass, tattoos are scars received in a parlor, not on the field of battle or a steamy workshop.
They are stories, sure, and the flesh may well serve as a diary — but like social media, that journal of your deeds are often fabricated and cherry-picked. Tattoos are sigils of one’s subservience to the perceived proofs but not the experience itself. Inked degrees rather than completed works. One may get a tattoo to commemorate a moment in their life, but had that moment truly mattered it would have left its own scar.
Sure, not all scars are visible, but not all scars need to be.
16 Moreover, when ye fast, look not sour as the hypocrites: for they disfigure their faces, that they might seem unto men to fast. Verily I say unto you that they have their reward. - Matthew 6:16
When you tattoo yourself so that others may see your invisible scars, you do so out of vanity, not remembrance.
Scars are signs of Triumph.
Tattoos are signs of Boasting.
They are proof only of one’s Vanity and Pride — a demonstration to all others of your character, not in deed but in illusion. A scar can be pointed to and a story told; a tattoo can be pointed to and a story embellished.
Truth versus Embellishment.
Tattoos received tribally, as signs you have gone through rites of passage, are simulations. They aren’t real. They aren’t spontaneous. You had time to prepare for a test with predetermined constraints. The World was tamed, crippled and you were instructed to overcome it.
Scars are different. Scars prove that the World sought to claim your life, yet you stood defiant in Spirit and, with God at your side, saw that the Reaper’s scythe passed you over well enough to leave only its mark, not its Sting of Death.
55 O death where is thy sting? O grave where is thy victory? 56 The sting of death is sin: and the strength of sin is the Law. 57 But thanks be unto God, which hath given us victory through our Lord Jesus Christ. - 1 Corinthians 15:55-57
Envy of others who might be so steadfast and sure, who bear True Scars, and the desire to obtain scars of their own are why we have tattoos. They are petty things of the Ego. Attempts to simulate what otherwise is received only by fate and experience.
Scars are given to us by God.
Tattoos… we give to ourselves.
Tattoos represent in Comms the False, Boastful and Embellished tales of one who was groomed to pass a test, yet never truly was put to The Test.
41 Watch and pray that you may not undergo the test. The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak.” - Matthew 26:41+
In modern times, it’s all a show to make you “look tough” but in reality it’s just a show, a Boast. Overcompensation, like getting an oversized truck or stuffing your crotch with a sock. You have something to prove to someone, so you wear it all on your sleeve, in excess. You let your appearance do the talking for you. It’s a demonstration, not a real sign of competency or learned experience.
Tattoos are like spray-on abs. They aren’t real. They are there purely to show you have an inferiority complex. Like gay men acting outrageously flamboyantly, it’s done purely to advertise and attract certain types of people who respond to it. Peacocking. Like senators’ sons put into the military and adorned with every medal on the books to pad out their fake and gay portfolios. Like bikers who carve off their mufflers so that the whole town can hear them coming and going.
Tattoos are a sign of “Faggotry.”
It’s someone being loud, ugly, and obnoxious for the sake of garnering attention.
People being Boastful.
Because they are in complete service to their Ego.
The tattoo acts as a cattle brand, proof only that they have sworn themselves to a false master — the god of the Self.
Tattoos are imitation Scars. Counterfeits. Fakery.
This isn’t a sleight at people who have tattoos, mind you. I have no real dog in this fight. I don’t have any hatred for people who are head-to-toe covered in ink. But those who are must understand how they look — how they WILLINGLY opened themselves up to criticism and disdain. Those who get tattoos knew full well the stigma surrounding the practice, yet ignored their better judgement for the sake of “doing what feels good” or “what’s popular.” You must not complain when people call you dirty for looking like a wall of graffiti.
Ruin and destitution has a look. It’s just silly to embrace that look and act as though it’s a good idea.
People are people. People make mistakes. It’s how we overcome our mistakes and adopt those lessons into our lives that matters. In that way, once you accept getting a tattoo was a dumb idea, only then does it become a True Scar proving your Triumph over your Self indulgences — over the desire to be Boastful and trying to overcompensate for your shortcomings.
Does not the addict bear scars of their sins?
Does not the prostitute bear scars of their sins?
Does not the criminal bear scars of their sins?
We must Deny our Self and take up the Cross.
You don’t take up the Cross without getting a few Scars…
Reformed criminals look at their scars and remember who they once were, and recognize that their past self was a bad person who bought into the promises of the World, and their tattoos now serve as scars rather than the visual effigies to Self-indulgence that they once were.
Tattoos are the scars of the Boastful — so long as you admit to yourself what they are…
And now, in very short order, due to the widespread acceptance of tattoos and the need to be rebellious and “on the edge” of what’s hip and popular, popular culture has given birth to the next stage of pompous Self-Worship, Pride, and Boastfulness…
In the Woke, LBGTQRSTUV+, and Trans movements.
All cries for attention…
“Look at me! Look at me!”
Once it was the pined over tattoo-laden muscles and the tough-guy persona.
Now, they chop their dicks off in service to a perpetual victimhood complex.
It’s all the same…
Faggotry, in essence.
Do you have scars?
"Tattoos represent in Comms the False, Boastful and Embellished tales of one who was groomed to pass a test, yet never truly was put to The Test."
Days later and this line still stings.