WHAT IF?
My Mood Moves the Muse. Sometimes Music does it. Most of the time it is the Full Moon. During the month of April, I was under a full Lunar Attack.
April 2009: I wonder how many people have died defending Easter.
I probably should stop with that sentence but I cannot help myself. I must love getting into unfriendly deep water.
A child born a Jew named Jesus of Nazareth possibly was truly the The Messiah sought for, believed in, apprehended and nailed to one of Rome’s many crosses. The Apian Way was a twenty-eight mile marathon of crosses ten to twenty deep along either side of the Roman road. So three crosses on Golgotha was of no consequence to the public eye.
The story continues: The Nazarene was left to hang there and die.
Jesus was then stowed in a borrowed grave where an angel of The Lord rolled the great stone away and sat on the mammoth stone waiting for The Three named Mary. Jesus was certainly not on the burial slab and due to his absence in no immediate need of being anointed.
If all of this is true and believed, then the Universal Spirit has no need to be protected, defended or helped out of a grave by a lone winged angel, or bathed in ritual oils.
Spirit has little need of gender or form or ritual.
What was to be would be, come hell or high water.
The all incompassing Universal Spirit is still with us, across the four corners of our planet.
Jesus was manifested and became noteworthy to the territory where he was born and raised. He was known as the Messiah in the area of Jerusalem, Jordan, and the surrounding Gallilean countryside. He was recorded as a noteworthy historical figure along with Methuselah, Noah, David, Solomon, and Elijah. Some thought Jesus was Elijah returned and some still wait for Elijah. There were the liberator sons of Maccabee. The Essenes of Masada (martyred). The list goes on of the manifested visitations over the centuries to the twelve tribes of the Sons of Abraham descended from Isaiah who bought about historical changes.
It is possible that other manestifications actually visited other countries in far away nations and came to them in a form that they could understood and discern as a kindred spirit.
So, it would appear that Jesus of Nazareth needed no help at all. As a Universal Spirit Stranger with many faces: The Being of many faces melds with all peoples.
The Spirit Being goes about those that would work with, fish with, dine with, and retire with schooling all who listen with their inner being on the ins and outs of Truth.
The Stranger, without gender, often called Being, watches over the spirit of the universe and our small cosmic galaxy. We are not alone in this search for Truth. Even now we do not know the extent of our unmeasured universe. Even Truth is only known in part.
It is a false assumption to believe to the extent of declaring war that we, or they are the supreme holders the only true theology. What of those out there in the far reaches of space? Do they need a Torah, a Koran, a King James version of the Bible?
The inhabitants of this planet continue to destroy the planet and any opposing inhabitants, even at the cost of ourselves. We have little understanding that we also kill ourselves in the process.
Our planet is populated by a cruel, vindictive, possession, power hungry, self seeking people bent on assimilating or killing the opposition.
The nature of Homo-sapiens wants to be heard, understood and appreciated for ourselves, guarding our local belief system as though it was the only correct one which leads us to kill all who differ in order to have it our way.
On this planet many individuals and entire nations believe that The Being came only to them for them. It is even difficult for governments to accept other systems of governing. Arbitration is looked upon as weakness.
This vague internet of evolving evolution of prototypes, mutants, keepers, sleepers and self indulging weepers are visited in mass, in dreams, in prophecies, or one or two on a stroll suddenly to realize that the invisible other-than Spirit Being is indeed walking with them.
The stories are far too similar to be separated by the concepts of your God, my God, their God or no God.
The Being simply is The One, all of us, the entire population of the planet, both in mass and individually.
The I Am is us without the us that we believe we are.
We are in The Infinity and The Infinity is all of us. There are no divisions. The Collective We needs to realize that we are one with The I AM. Earthly names, accomplishments and attributes are of little consequence.
We are The All and The One, joined together in wordless thought; together and at peace with The I AM of us.
Our planet will go the way of all galactic systems; falling into the black hole of non existence with all our little gods, thoughts, and well laid plans and our favorite piles of stuff going in with us. We will go to a place where our present frame of time and eternity do not exist.
“In the beginning of things, there was a time when even nothing did not exist, and then something came into existence which had no name.”
‘The Wisdom of Laotse’ Random House 1948.
Individually and corporately we all, prior, present and future become that nothing which is at last everything.
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July 26th, a work in progress:
The deep south religion of my childhood was just that: God is going to get you for that. Mama’s voice rings in my ears while she beat my butt in order not to be guilty of sparing the rod. I was guilty, believe me, I was always guilty. I actually deserved most of the lickings which would have put her into jail in the 21st century. If her belt was that big, just think how big God’s belt must look coming at you from Heaven.
My first remembered unforgiveable sin was a lie. I confess it now, sixty four years later.
I ate the apples. All of them. Yes, I had a major stomach ache, but that was not enough for Mama when she recognized a lie. I had to bow down and hold my ankles waiting for the belt. I blamed my imaginary gray jack rabbit friend of eating the apples. The story did not fly, but the belt did.
Next major sin; I coveted my neighbor friend Peggy’s small china doll with arms that moved. I put that tiny doll into my tiny pocket and went home with purpose. I was still four. It was a good year for learning about lies and covetousness.
Yes, The Belt would heal this unruly streak of the the devil. I was healed proper.
Now days we might call that a genetic streak in the family and seek stem cell research. The Belt was much cheaper and quicker to administer.
My third major sin was a string of curse words, enough to bring out a bar of Ivory Soap. Later, when the cursing could not be stopped, the soap was changed of LAVA. I and still remember the radio song for LAVA soap. My dirty tongue went down the drain. There was something about if I cursed in God’s name that His name would have dirt on it or something like that. So, Mama cannot have that happen: I’m off to the kitchen sink. Basically, I did not curse again until I was forty-two. The word I said that day would have caused God Himself to come down out of Heaven and spank my butt with His Holy Belt.
Then there was the licking I took for lightly kissing a perfectly beautiful high school boy after our date on my sixteenth birthday. Mind you here, we were standing on my front porch under a 150 watt naked bulb. How romantic can that be? I got the ‘fornicating on the first date’ belt beating of my life. Mama chased me into my bedroom, I jumped on the bed, running round and round, but the belt had built in radar and was welded by the well trained arm of Mama-Law.
I never really got this one because that same year I was in the kissing booth at the county fair for the school football fund and got paid for charity dollars to kiss perfectly beautiful high school boys and some of their dads and a few uncles. This could put a mixed message into a young pretty girl’s mind. Nothing was ever said about that.
I really screwed up Honor Thy Father and Mother. At four and a half years, I left home. I got a suitcase; I started putting my stuff in it. My Mama found me in the bedroom packing. She started helping me pack.
What book DID she read?
Dr. Spock? He was the logical thinker of the ’40s later to become Star Trek’s logical hero.
I can still see this scene. Well, actually, I am able to see all these memory scenes. She was putting my socks into the suitcase. I was throwing them out as fast as they went in. All the sudden I heard myself saying, “Mama, I want to move, but not just now.” She kept right on packing; saying she and Daddy would miss me something terrible, but I was not Honoring my Father and Mother, so I had to go.
Mama closed up the suitcase, put my hat on my head, and set the suitcase and me on the front porch and shut the door. It was dark. I don’t think I will ever forget that night. Probably minutes later, but for me it was days, Mama opened the door.
There is a drop or two of ancient law still practiced by Jews and Muslims and more Christians than we are willing to acknowledge. God only knows who else believes this sin is worthy of capital punishment and the more we know about Christians in this form of parental guidance the more we are glad the majority of us made it through the gauntlet singing “Jesus loves the little children.”
More to come on this one.
Filed under religion | Comment (0)Gods Have Ears
But they do not listen when humans are killing each other. All The Gods of all the humans sit around in the clouds with each other telling human jokes that start with, “Did you hear the one about the human who…………?”
Then they kick back; eat a great meal; complain that they are getting too fat for the new Cloud they ordered from Craig’sCloudsOnLine.
Later, The Gods settle into their favorite pass time; playing poker for three hours or three centuries, depending on how long the human’s wars are being waged down below.
That is what The Gods in the Heavens do when humans on the planet are killing each other. No need to pray, Human. Your God is probably holding a Royal Flush.
In fact, The Gods have been playing poker together ever since they became bored with the darkness of their surroundings and in thundering unison they spoke with one united voice: “LET THERE BE LIGHT”. The Gods worked on a couple of human prototypes and sure nuff, a malfunction occurred and Cane killed Able. The Gods leaned forward to get a better view on the matter down below.
One of The Gods was heard to say; “Where is that deck of cards we created?”
Filed under religion | Comment (0)The End Returns
Hello Fellow Seekers,
The End will come. Maybe even in the life time of the children of our baby-boomers. If not the end, then it will certainly be a mammoth change. If it is The Militant Muslims, it will be like the Spanish conquered the Mayans: Every stitch of their language, writings and culture were burned and the inhabitants murdered on their own sacrificial staircase. Not a trace: All done by a Jesuit Priest in the name of the same God that we also happen to call God. The Spanish priest and his Roman Pope felt led to cleanse the world. The Militant Muslims feel led to cleanse the world. Hitler felt led to cleanse the world. The Hebrews felt led to cleanse the world they claimed they owned because that same God, again, gave it to them with instructions. The pioneers felt led to cleanse the world they saw populated with red people instead of white people. The Romans felt led to conquer the world. For the whole of recorded world history this is the way that world has functioned; one blood bath after another. If history cannot conquer in diplomatic assimilation and procreation, it will conquer in over riding extermination of the perceived opposition.
Afghanistan is an emerging third world country torn asunder by a political and religious internal rebellion with forth world technology being used to reduce their own country and then the world to their level of brute force religious thinking. Any nation to accept or succumb will not be to gain their lives. Unfortunately, to understand the technology does not raise the level of any society’s archaic power hungry religiosity. It matters not how many graduated from Oxford and Harvard and Yale; there will always be fresh blood on their Broad Swords. If Cambodia and Vietnam had The Killing Fields, (I still cannot look at a blue plastic trash bag), then Afghanistan has its own Killing Mountain. From its lofty 20,000 feet above sea level perch, the Militant Taliban Muslims see the entire earth as theirs: a far grander vision indeed.
Militants, any where any land any god, are still Thug Lords with big plans enforced with bigger guns. What can be worse than a militant? Easy, a religious militant.
Take some time to read or see The Kite Runner: the other side of Afghanistan.
Our swords are not clean either. In the ancient world of wars, the opponents were simply put to death. The old way of the Hebrews going into and taking over the total expanse of Canaan Land utilizing rules of warfare, which are followed unto this very day, as we witness on the evening nightly news. All inhabitants were killed along with all their young, their cattle sheep, crops, and abodes. The Kurds, I believe they were: The Iraq way. Extinct !! It is the favorite word of both the sons of Abraham, Isaac and Ishmael. The apples do not fall far from the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.
A ‘we have the answer and you don’t’ belief system does not sit down for peace talks. So do not be smug on this issue. During the Crusades, the glorious be-knighted men of England, Whales, France, became the deliverers from evil and slaughtered the Muslims village by village, town by town. The Clueless Crusaders wiped out one entire city before they understood they were killing Christian converts. But they were dressed just like the Muslims. During that time, it was the infernal heat of the land that dictated the clothing, not the belief system. Besides, all that flapping fabric they wore cooled off the camels. They were thinking ‘green’ even then. Laurence found the dress quite comfortable and came to accept it over the alternative heat stroke attire of England. Also, Jesus and Mary the mother, and Mary the aunt and that other Mary dressed like that also.
Laurence of Arabia is an excellent teaching movie and should be viewed once a year in light of today’s events. An excellent eye opener teaching book is The Red Tent.
The Militant Minded Muslims do not forgive and forget. They never have, they never will. It is not in their code. They are the sons of Abraham.
This is a bloody world, it always has been; it always will be. It may look like a peaceful lovely blue planet from outer space, but down here below the ozone we are blood red. If we are not killing each other, we are killing the planet.
At this point, please notice that I have not even started on Big Boy, Fat Boy, a plane named Enola Gay, or the two politically, religiously and strategically chosen cities of Japan.
I have not entered into the 21st Century world wide political white washing of The Empire of China maintaining a select population of human beings given numbers for names and holding the social status of expendable worker-bees for commerce and gennypigs for science. With an accelerated pace The Empire attempts to convert Tibet into an Olympic Tourist Tibet ethnically cleansed in time for fun and games.
Hate mail flooding cyber space airwaves is not helping solve the problem. Think tanks comprised of fiction writers and the CIA end up on the Best Seller List and we die. Kill or be killed palm held games (rated PG) are teaching our children the strategies of killing. But: Bless God “No Child Left Behind”. Pass out the Kill Bill Games. Where will it all end: In the Paint Ball Field?
And what do we have in America to prove to the world we have something better? We have The Yearning for Zion Ranch. Jesus, God All Mighty, Help Us.
An Unsettling Update:
Pakastan in this time, August 2008, Two women and three teenage girls were shot by Muslim governing body and then buried alive because they wanted to marry at their own choice of a husband. This was in accord with a carried out order of certain fundamentalis Muslim sect upholding the laws and beliefs of Muslim teaching. They are still doing it. Anyone anxious to join these believers?
Filed under religion | Comment (0)Virgin World
We are real good down here in Texas when it comes to ranches. If Eldorado, Texas was not on the world mind of Map Quest, it is now. April of 2008 has not been the best of months for churches and ranches and the whole wide world knows where to find Eldorado, Texas.
Not the first ranch by far, but a truly famous and well attended ranch was The Texas Chicken Ranch; whores in cowboy boots with spurs and lariats, situated just between the politics of Austin, the oil money of Houston and the tourists pockets of San Antonio. Now I call that easy money. It is all about location.
Later came along The David Koresh Branch Davidian Kingdom of God On Earth Ranch. Families, friends and residents put down roots and money, offering up young sweet stuff and free Martin guitars while David was patronizing the Waco Road House Saloon for David K’s own personal wanna be pulpit/stage dream of living out the life of Van Jagger Dylan in Central Texas. Now I call that a dream with vision.
Soon David K’s ranch was surrounded by SWAT, National Guard, ATF teams, reporters and gawkers. When it burned to the ground in the Texas Starlight, my mother sat on her front porch and watched the flames climb toward the sky. Situated in the middle of a Texas Prairie Basin, it is not unusual to be able to see for forty miles in any direction. My mother was only four miles away.
If Jim Jones had discovered the be-oiled liquid rolling sexual terrain of Texas dressed in derricks ready to drill and pump, he would not have moved to the jungles of South America or drank Kool-Aid.
Now we have The Mormon Fundamentalist Latter Day Saints Temple/Ranch of Eldorado, Texas. This is a self contained genetic breeding ground complete with home grown young love for Jesus and Joseph Smith. Once again the trend is repeated. The older women are brow beaten into submission by the older men with the sexual mentality of fifth grade boys standing at urinals thinking about little girls with their panties around their ankles not six inches away on the other side of the wall.
Back on The Saint’s Ranch the young girls are herded three or so to one and bred as though cattle in a ripe corn field.
There is not enough room or females for the older men to share with all the young boys, so at puberty they are culled and sent out on their own to fend for themselves as best they can: go out the Mormon way, two by two, gather ye your females while ye may and start your own ranch the Mormon Way.
The old men probably refer to these young boys as entrepreneurs.
On Sunday morning they stand in The Temple of God and sing ‘Bless Be The Tie That Binds’.
There is just so much fertile, vacant, flat land smelling of sage, covered in maidenhair prairie grasses laid out, wide open, under the stars that a body passing by just cannot help jumping in and screwing it up.
As Harems go, or Her-’ums as the term is correctly pronounced in Texas, we all must have just a drop or two of Arab genetic blood in us. If we cannot have our own Harem on earth, by the grace of God, Jesus, Mohammad, Buddha, or Whoever, we will have a Her-’um in Heaven.
You won’t find us with tambourines and belly dancers singing the songs of conquest, mayhem and victory on our way to the glory hole made up in our mind.
You will find us Texans as though in a school bus on Friday night leaving a victorious football game. No tambourines, no belly dance music. But we Texans will for sure be singing on our way to our special Her-’um in Heaven:
Seventy-two virgins for me on the wall. Seventy-two virgins for me. Take one down, pass her around; Seventy-one virgins still on the wall.
Come to think of it, it appears The Texas Law goes out on a pick-up mission in a twenty first century wagon train made up of bright yellow school buses. In a slow parade they triumphantly pick up these full grown women folk and their off spring and haul them back to a different view and form of civilization from that wonderful farm in the sky that lives on only in the dreams of the yellow school bus drivers.
CAUTION: The Big Word Up in all of these stuations is Fundamentalists.
Watch out fellow thinkers, readers and writers. The fundamentalist are all about themselves: a closed mind reading a closed book with blind eyes behind closed doors. Beware.
OUTCOME: June:2008
And what did it cost to drive out, pick up 410 plus or minus children, haul them all off against their will to the State of Texas foster home plan, court dates, attorney fees and at last the return of same to the Prairie Ranch with state apologies?
Fourteen Million Dollars and counting.
July 23, 2008 (more outcome headlines)
Eldorado: Polygamist sect leader, five others are indicted:
August, 2008: Texas State Court system begins work on mandating that a warrent for each child to be removed from a questionable situation be filed with the courts.
The Mailbag Speaks: April, 2008
We have a good friend in Nevada who writes and I have paraphrased some of his comments:
This is NEWS you may not know. I was in Salt Lake City this week and found the Mormons very interested in what is going on in Texas with the FLDS raids. Polygamy has been a thorn in the side of the LDS forever. All news centered around Texas and now regional politics has turned to getting rid of the FLDS plague in Utah. However, like the State Attorney General said, “Texas is dealing with hundreds of cases and have the resources, but in Utah they number in the thousands and thousands and the resources are not there.”
There is a group of FLDS Mormons near where we live, but they do keep to themselves and there are not too many of them. St. George, Utah has quite a few. We see them every time we go there. The Salt Lake LDS big wigs cringe every time something like this happens.
You speak of the Texas Chicken Ranch. You know that Brothels (sounds better than Whore House) are legal in Nevada and people don’t seem to bother them. Locals like the money they bring. Even Ely, NV. pop. 12,000, has three and they are in the phone book. Bars in the front and beds in the back: The ultimate Bed and Breakfast. Mesquite has none due to the strong Mormon influence which began here as a Mormon dairy settlement.
We just wanted you to know we understand what you are talking about.
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