what was bliss has gone amiss

May 6, 2008

Where is God when the world is ablaze?  Why did the Devil discard his angelic grace?  Why are people always bound in some craze?  What ever happened to this forsaken place?  This sacred race with a human face.

In our hands, our furred, finned and feathered friends meet their ends.  We don’t think we need to make amends, but that all depends on current social trends indicating that before something breaks, it bends.

We don’t like to think a thought about more than we think we’ve got.  The memory is out there, but it looks like we all forgot that a lazy person can’t be taught.  If you can’t beat them.  Greet them, but don’t get caught.


The Stonecutter’s Desire

March 6, 2008

I don’t know if you know this story or not.  I probably won’t tell it well.  I’m revisiting my deep memory for the words which construe it.  It’s significant enough to have stuck in my muddled mind all these years.  First time I read it was in high school, grade eleven I think.  I was branching out in terms of ingesting philosophy, good times.  Free to think.  Free to learn.  Free to experience.  That’s really all we’re supposed to do as teenagers, at least that’s what I think now. 

One caveat though – if I wanted to experience life on the wilder side, then I had to think and learn more than the tamer ones.  I had to earn the right to let loose and live free.  There’s a price for everything.  I’m still paying the price of mine.

Anyways, the stonecutter.  A Taoist tale.

There was a Stonecutter, who made a meager living from chiseling stone, toiling under a tropical sun.  There was a big kerfuffle one day, everyone who lived on the Stonecutter’s street stopped and bowed in reverent duty.  A royal procession, servants, slaves, soldiers and the Prince perched in a gondola on their shoulders.  The Stonecutter envied the Prince.  “What power has this Prince?  To make everyone stop and bow.  Happiness he must surely know.”

A simple wish and the Stonecutter became the Prince.  Endless processions, endless interruptions, endless bowing, but his happiness was not long lived.  For one day, during a particularly long procession march, the Prince experienced discomfort, sweat dripped from his brow.  He looked up at the sun-disc, blazing in the afternoon sky.  “What power has this Sun to make me seek shade, me who makes all bow before him?  What majesty and happiness the sun must know.”

A simple wish and the Prince became the Sun.  He blazed, he blared, he razed.  Every living thing cowered before him.  He knew happiness and majesty, but only for a while.  For one day he felt his power over living things dwindle away.  He looked down in rage.  A storm cloud.  “What power has this storm cloud?  Stronger than I who beat upon peasants and Princes alike?  What power this storm cloud must know.”

A simple wish and the Sun became the Storm Cloud.  He thundered, he poured, he soaked, flooded and destroyed.  He knew power, happiness, and majesty, but not for long.  For one day he felt himself dissipate, his power diminished.  “What is this that could be more powerful than I who blot the sun from the sky?”  A Strong Wind blew to him to infinity but not before a wish.

The Storm Cloud became the Strong Wind, the most powerful thing that could possibly be.  He blew, tormented and raged, destroying crops, houses, lives.  He knew power.  He knew happiness.  He knew majesty.  Until the day the Strong Wind came across something he could not budge, knock down or destroy.  “What is this that could be more powerful than I, the Wind?  Is it possible for something to be more powerful than I?”  The Mountain didn’t have much to say, so it just sat there and shrugged his boulders.  (I couldn’t resist!)

A simple wish and the Strong Wind became the Mountain.  And there he sat, basking in his power, his majesty and happiness, unmoving, unyielding, seemingly resilient against all things.  The most powerful thing that could possibly be was he, the Mountain.  One day the Mountain felt something strange, something was breaking him apart, breaking him down, piece by piece.  He rumbled, “What is this thing that could be more powerful than I, the greatest Mountain since the first drop of magma cooled?”  He looked down, so far down he had to squint. 

There it was, the most powerful thing that could possibly be – a Stonecutter.

 Wisdom from the sages of the ages.  Powerful, huh?


Obsolescence of the Soul

February 15, 2008

Less obscure, attack the issues.  So what’s going on in the world?  What crime, what misery should I dredge up for your perverse perusal or review?  What does it matter?  You were cut off in your car and your words.  No one wants to hear.  I want people to worship me, but I hate followers.  You can blaze a trail for so long, then realize you’re all alone.  No one to witness your glory, to recount your story.  In the end, it’s gory.  Sorry, I burnt all the worms and maggots.  You’ll need a couple faggots to stoke the fire.  Stroke the liar for the truth about me.  One either spews lies or blurts the truth.  No one ever blurts lies.  Good lesson for all would-be deceivers.  Blurt.  You’ve heard references to selling your soul, but have you ever heard of someone selling their spirit?  Spirit is priceless, invaluable.  A soul is nothing in comparison.  What’s more obscure than that?  Lots, I declare.


491 Words to Mine Self

February 2, 2008

Living in defiant compliance to the appliance of science.  Where does religion fit into the equation?  Does God have anything to do with religion?  What if the preachers are wrong and their concept of an omnipotent and ever present deity doesn’t jive with post-reality?  Why does wisdom begin with the ‘fear of God’?  Why do you need to fear your supposed creator?  It’s the preacher who wants you frightened, easier to persuade and control you when you’re afraid.  Preachers can’t stand up to logic because there is no logic in religion, no logic to God, no logic in a singularity.  It doesn’t make sense.  Have faith, my child – or so they told me.  I wonder…how strong would any Church be if it was built upon faith alone?  I simply don’t understand religion.  I am sorry, but don’t you have any of your own ideas?  Do you really live your life and think your thoughts as would a pious person?  Probably not.  I would say the pious person is a myth, another reflection on Socrates’ cave wall.  We all want to kill someone.  We all want to hate.  No one tells the truth all the time.  That’s why no one truly trusts anyone else.  We live in a world of deception, confusion and interference.  No wonder you seek for someone else to tell you how to be and what to do, but it’s not you and you can feel it.  The deep inner frustration of unfulfilment (I know it’s not a word, but I like the sound of it!).  You can’t wait for something you don’t know to happen, it might never be.  You have to take advantage of now.  Something (anything) is manifest quicker by work than by wish.  Or you can sit on an uncomfortable pew and lament about your pain.  The two worlds of self and God cannot co-exist.  They tear each other apart and the tatters are remnants of what we hoped we could be, but are not.  If everyone’s on stage, there couldn’t be an audience.  Do you understand what that means?


Once I had a bunch of moral fibre (but it went through my system pretty quick)

November 7, 2007

I don’t know the first thing about seconds.  The truth of the matter is I like throwing Frisbees to myself.  I love the dignity of the parabola.  The golden equation, the sum.  Some is too much.  Chocolate smiles too sweet to smudge with a touch.  Lick it, lump it, like it.  When did fudge become a mistake to make?  I rub my eyes full of glittering flies.  Blue.  Electric.  Eclectic, almost like electric if you don’t pay attention.  I’d be surprised if most people’s attention could span a puddle. 

We’re getting Googlephrenic.  The idea of disgoogleplexia is heightened by infinity plus one.  The numbers never end.  There is nothing but empty space.

I wonder if they’ll ever have McDonald’s Restaurant theme parks for all the little chubby kids.  Eat your shorts for good, nutritional Christian values.  It’s not supposed to make scents, but it stinks no matter how you slice it.  I recommend using your hands and ripping, but that doesn’t always work out for some of the saucier things in life. 

What can you do about googlephrenia?  I don’t know, Google it.  The spinning wheel, karmic in nature, stops on a dollar.  Bits of a puzzle up the barkers sleeve.  Religion is so medieval.  Shit.  Think of something else.   You know what I meme? 

Know, no, I mean, now, how brown cow?  If they made chocolate milk, I’d be sucking those teats ’til the farmers came home.  I don’t want to offend Hindus.  I rather like the art.  Beautiful intricate colours.  I don’t know anything about famine, except for the guilt I feel from cheating on the thirty-hour version.  Fuckin’ charity, what is it these days?  A corporation under a different guise. 

Shit stinks.  I think that’s why we call it shit.  We say so many things smell like shit, but they don’t really all smell exactly like shit, not even all shit smells the same.  That would be weird.  What would the world be like if we spoke with our mouths, but ate with our bums?  The food court would be a lot uglier. 

What does crude mean to you?  What does rude have to do with crude, other than the price we pay?  I’m on a plane, wake up snickers, I have a sweet suite to suit all my wants, but none of my needs.  All these weeds.  How is cleanliness close to godliness?  Priorities ward back, beckon thee to reckon thee. 

A yahoo is a beast of burden, a human slave to horses.  Is this what you want?  Horses are fleet of foot.  We’d be too, if we stayed on all fours.  That would be strange, huh?  Quadrupeds, eating out of our asses.  At least there’d be some time when we weren’t talking out of them.  Too many people talk shit.  Not a bad breath statement.  I might have something to say about that, but I locked all the workers out of my olfactory.  Commie bastards.  None of them can play the drums worth a ruble. 

America is going down with their dollar and sense.  If life without a gun in my face means death, then death it is, ’cause you can’t control anyone or anything for long.  If I’m going down because of you, I’m taking you too.  Ya dig? 

I once had a nightmare about digging holes.  Each hole was assigned an numeric value, more like an algebraic equation.  The nightmarish was that no matter how many holes I dug, I couldn’t surpass a certain sum.  I woke up sweaty and terrified.  I didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.  2001 was on TV.  I should give that movie another shot.  I was in a poor frame of mind.  I shouldn’t live with regret, but that would mean I’d have to forget.  What?  Not sure.  No matter how much I forget, it never changes the regret.  Some things are carved into bone. 

Once I had a whole bunch of moral fibre, but it went through my system pretty quick.  That’s the title.  That’s how things are named in these here parts.

Funny thing is I don’t know what’s mine and what belongs to someone else.  I don’t know if plagiarism applies to a memory without footnotes, end notes, ibids or et als.  We’re all crazy.  We can’t agree on cake.  I like the icing that gives you a cocaine like sugar high.  You know the icing in which you can crunch the granules of sugar.  Still mostly empty space.  Hard to picture.  Harder to imagine.

All apologies and a thousand more, but I’m still going to slam the door.  I don’t want to see you anymore.  You’re a whole other whore.  None of this real.  Nothing I feel.  The opposite of love is indifference and I am finally indifferent.  It doesn’t matter, because matter is mostly empty space, like an excuse.  No substance other than forgetting.  I’ve lost count of the leaves in the trees, but the planes are lining up ninety seconds apart on the skyway.  Nothing is forever, not even energy as we know it. 

The truth of the matter is that I like white chocolate cake with my name scrawled in sweet icing sugar.  I have a big belly.  So there we are…word count 856.  666+190.  I wonder what the six-hundredth and sixty-sixth word was?  I should’ve paid attention.  My attention span is a short toothpick bridge.  Everything is a joke, especially this, that and the other thing, like an algebraic equation for holes, the variables are yours to tell.


Business & Religion

September 20, 2007

Moral question – what happens when someone’s religion interferes with your business?

For instance, I have a supplier who failed to meet their commitment to deliver to me by a certain time – first it was yesterday afternoon, then by 10am this morning, then by 1pm, then 2:30pm.  I gave them the benefit of the doubt and arrived at 3pm.

The job was still not finished and no one was actually working, most of the staff were busy praying.

I respect people’s choice to believe in something – I don’t care if it’s religion – but if the choice interferes with thier ability to fulfill business commitments, then how understanding should I be?  Not at all, some, a little bit, completely?

 They made to commitment to me.  They blew it because you were busy praying for ‘whatever’, presumably a better ‘metaphysical life’ or ‘afterlife’. 

Ironically, thier non-action in their ‘actual life’ may have a practical cost that will directly influence their material well-being.  I may be less inclined to use this supplier in the future, not because of any religious affiliation, but because their ‘word’ is unreliable.

 Funny someone who is pious enough to pray daily would inspire so little ‘faith’ in their ‘word’ (commitment).

Business and religion do NOT jive, unless you’re in the very profitable business of religion.

And this is what it boils down to – people don’t think they need to BE pious if they are ACTING pious.  Respect thy neighbor, only if thy neighbor is me!

You have to do more than put on a minx coat to be a minx…you know what I mean?!

How would you feel if someone failed to fulfill a commitment because they were busy experimenting with mathematics (or some other hard science unrelated to the business at hand)?

You’d be upset because it’s a waste of your time. 

And science MIGHT actually have something positive in store for humanity, the Universe or something.  I’m not convinced ‘religion’ can make the same positive claim!


Kill, Beat & Steal.

September 10, 2007

It occurred to me last night that any philosophy based on speculation is, at it’s most basic foundation,  a religion, insofar as it requires faith from the subscriber.

How is Kierkegaard’s existentialism different from Buddha’s Four Noble Truths?  Or Nietzsche’s Superman from Jesus Christ, Mohammed, or David?  All of these are ideas, the product of a general need to make sense of things.

Our realities are primarily based on speculation and faith.  We don’t know very much and it frightens us or we’re blissfully ignorant.  I don’t which is worse.  I’m often of the frame of mind where I seek & destroy my ignorance.  But this is the funny thing about ignorance – you don’t know what you don’t know.  You don’t know if what you know is right.  You can’t believe anyone.  Everything is subjective and most people live by ‘survival of the fittest’, so you had better look out for yourself.

Neo-conservatism, liberalism, fascism, communism – there’s a long list of political philosophies, all of them are based on social control (or lack thereof, laisse-faire!).  There are so many ideas to believe in.  Yet, experience has shown that none of them actually work.  Why?  We are inherently uncontrollable.  Fear is the only thing that can pacify us.

“The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.”  Kennedy knew what he was talking about.  It was a direct reference to government use of fear (psychological operations) to exert control over populations.  Manufactured fear.  Fear is the one and only social control which ever really had any historic success, but it doesn’t usually last long and the end is violent for the scare mongerers.  When people are frightened for long periods of time, they have a tendency to stockpile anger and there comes a point when a critical mass of people boil over.

So fear doesn’t really work either, but it’s the best of a motley lot!

There are certain things we all agree upon, regardless of where we’re from.  It is unpleasant when someone in your family is killed.  It is unpleasant when you or someone in your family is maltreated.  It is unpleasant when you or someone in your family are robbed.  Everything else is open to regional (individual) interpretation.

How do you correct the historical injustices which resulted from killing, beating and stealing?  I don’t know.

But there’s another thing to consider.  The nucleus does not survive without the sound functioning of the cell.  The cell does not survive without the sound functioning of the host organism.  The host organism does not survive without the sound functioning of it’s environment.

There is a balance in the Universe.  We have to find it and maintain it.


A Rambling Bit of Catharsis from the Diary of an Uncertified MadMan

September 1, 2007

Two black cats, one the Goddess of Wisdom & the other an abandoned Princess; Sofia & Yasodhara (Sodhara, for short).  What do I know about wisdom or loss?  What do I know about suffering?  I don’t know anything other than that everyone suffers in their own right and everyone carries a self-contained bit of wisdom, something passed from parent to child eternal.  You can learn alot about people through their suffering.  You can learn everything about people through how they suffer.  The root of suffering is desire.  The end of desire is the end of suffering.  Yasodhara suffered for a man who brought this wisdom into the world.

Why do we make each other suffer?  I don’t understand.  My head hurts tonight.  An act of viciousness from thirteen years ago.  Seismic pressure in my skull, very sensitive to the touch.  It fucking kills.  Some bastard tried to kill me.  Couldn’t, not me.  On nights like tonight, I kind of wish he did.  What act of desire brought me this suffering?  What lessons can I learn from this pain?  I don’t know.  The only thing that really becomes evident is the distance between myself and everyone else.

We are alone with our deepest fears.  We can’t express something so intangible as that which terrorizes our spirits and souls.  There are no words for it, not in English anyway.  What am I running from?  The thing I need to get away from is right here and will always be right here.  There is no peace inside, not anymore.  It was disrupted one night thirteen years ago.  I am angry.  I am frustrated.  I am tired. 

I am growing misanthopic, but am full of love.  I can relate to children and animals and they to me.  I appreciate their purity, their raw innocence.  We teach them to possess.  We teach them to desire.  We teach them to suffer.  We teach them to make others suffer.  We teach them to make people like me.  Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.  All I want is for the headaches to go away.  They remind me…

What is the meaning of memory?  An odd thing, memory.  I don’t remember anything of that night after the first blow was struck.  I remember only what other people remembered and told me afterwards.  Eye-witnesses rarely agree when recalling events, especially stressful events.  I am several steps removed from my own experience.  I remember nothing of my own, other than a few brief and sporadic flashes, which don’t really have any substance. 

Our memories deceive us.  The world before your eyes is like a memory.  It is deceiving.  There is always more than you can see.  Sight is interpretative.  You are your world.  Your reality is you.  Almost nothing of what you see actually exists in any place other than your mind.  I live in a world where everyone is completely self-consumed.  What does that tell you about me?  I am introspective, bordering on self-consumption.  But I am looking for answers, enlightenment and am tearing myself to shreds for the sake of humanity!

For instance, the thing which people hate the most about other people is the thing they might hate most about themselves.  They wouldn’t be aware of the behaviour otherwise.

My problem is I don’t want to appear stupid, be stupid, or have anything related to stupid, but I’m stupid.  I work really hard at knowing things.  For what purpose?  I don’t know.  To not be stupid, I guess!  This is cathartic.  Everything is a piece to the puzzle of humanity.  Everything is worthwhile.  We are remarkable among animals.  The Universe would exist without us, but would it be understood?  There’s an age old philosophical question.

I’m alive for a reason.  What is it?  Pretty presumptuous for me to believe there’s a reason for me to be, but I do.  What can I do for the world, for humanity?  What can I do to make a difference?  I don’t know.  I am a little bit of an abnormality.  I believe in a God, but not religion.  I believe in order and justice, but not government.  I believe in people, but not the notion of nation, nationality or patriotism.

The root of evil is misunderstanding.  Why would God strike down the Tower of Babel?  A jealous, envious God?  Why would God scatter tongues and manufacture misunderstanding?  Strange myth, that one.  Anyways…

I don’t believe in the things we’ve manufactured to separate us from each other.  This is what I’ve learned from my mental separation.  But I can’t break those bonds.  I am still separate.  You are still apart from me.  We are not yet a Human Tribe.  I don’t believe it will ever happen.  We are in the peak of an avalanche.  There ain’t no stoppin’ now!  So I’m a little reclusive.  And most of the rest of you are blessedly oblivious.

Does any of it really matter?  I don’t know.  Maybe I’m blessedly oblivious as well.


What is God?

August 11, 2007

People talk and write about God as though he were living next door, a close personal friend.  Everyone is familiar with God, but if you ask what ‘God is’, everyone stumbles.  Turns out we don’t know our neighbor so well as we think.

What is God?  [I pulled the following definitions from the results of a google search -define:god]

“The supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe; the object of worship in monotheistic religions.”

“Any supernatural being worshipped as controlling some part of the world or some aspect of life or who is the personification of a force.”

“A man of such superior qualities that he seems like a deity to other people; ‘he was a god among men'”

“A material effigy that is worshipped; “thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image”; “money was his god”

Of these four definitions, none are inappropriate for understanding our sense of God.  Humanity creates, then covets the power of God.  We conceive.  We worship.  We create gods among men.  We manufacture material effigies.

We are so utterly self-engrossed that we’ve defined God as an extension of ourselves.  Sure the Bible says we were created in the ‘likeness’ of God, but that was written by a man as a literary devise to describe God.  Image always matters, even thousands of years ago. 

It’s hard for us to comprehend the seemingly abstract matters of the Universe.  So it’s very natural for us to attribute the things we don’t understand to some omnipotent being.

The rules of religion have further obscured the identity of God, but worse than that, these rules have separated us from each other.  Religion arose from the rubble & rabble of Babel.  If we are to be pacified and controlled, we need to be frightened.  We are so afraid of dying that we blindly relent to any thing which offers a measure of salvation.  We have been and continue to be taken advantage of by proponents of organized religion.

What is the one thing all life has in common?

Reproduction, whether sexual or asexual.  Life conceives and perpetuates life.  Life creates.  We create.  Dandelions create.  We chase, catch and wish upon dandelion seeds.  Why?  For a second, you are holding God in the palm of your hand.  What better opportunity could there be to make a wish. 

And this is the thing which makes human special among life.  We can wish.  We can imagine.  We have ideas.  There is nothing quite so potent on this planet as a word.  We have words.  Words create.

God is the means of creation, not the ends of creation.

God IS creation.


S’paradigm?

August 11, 2007

What came first, the law or the sin?  Slip into someone else’s skin, then wonder where you’ve been.  Your sense of right and wrong will be worn thin like a political grin. 

Walk a mile before you decide not to smile.  Gratification isn’t always instant, the best of it takes a while.


Let Us Prey

August 4, 2007

What is prayer?  The act of communicating with a deity, an entreaty, an urgent plea?  A prayer is an act of asking, begging someone or something other than one’s self for benevolence.  We beseech an all-loving, all-forgiving, all-knowing, unknown deity to forgive and free us from our chronic wrong-doing, but we hesitate to forgive each other. 

Did the commandment read, ‘Thou shalt not murder a Christian’?  ‘Thou shalt not steal from a Christian’?  ‘Thou shalt not covet thy Christian’s wife’?

‘Thou shalt not survive.’ 

This is one of the commandments which were never scribed.  We all die.  The cultures we represent perish.  The buildings we erect are reclaimed.  Animals become extinct.  All that once was is no more, so to shall it be for all that is.

From mudhuts to mansions, ashes to dust, just like the rest of us.  Closer to death with every breath. 

Why do we cheat, rob, kill, exploit and destroy?  Why is the President of The United States always the same man?  Why does power corrupt?  Why do we lust for power?  Why do we self-destruct? 

Why are laws (commandments) so pleasurable & profitable to break?  Is ‘thou shalt not murder’ just like ‘thou shalt not skip school’ on a subconscious level?

We’re here for an astrological blink and do everything we can in that precious time to carve our destructive signature on the face of Mother Earth or the heart of humanity.

All of the packaging on my food is a lie.  All of the news is a lie.  All status is misgiven.  All of what you know is mostly mistruths.  There is an ultra-top-secret history of civilization, black and blotted out of our collective consciousness.  We do not want to acknowledge that, deep in the murky depths of our minds, we are animals – savage, wild and lethal.  It is not evil.  It is life.

The War on Terror is a 20th century re-creation of the Roman gladiator games.  Emporer’s would stage glorious, exotic exhibitions of death to satiate the public lust for blood and thus curry their favour.  The bloodier the event, the better the Emporer.  CNN is the new Coliseum, but there are other smaller, regional coliseums – FOX, NBC, CBC, etc.  I’m guilty.  I watched every excruciating, boring second of the OJ Bronco chase.  I watched the tracer fire over Kuwait.  I watched the initial coverage of the invasion of Baghdad.  Regardless of how I felt or what I was thinking whilst watching, I am guilty of boosting the prestige of the coliseum.

I don’t have television anymore.

If no one believes our politicians, it’s time for the politicians to go.  If no one believes in our debt-soaked dollar, then it’s time to burn the dollar.  If no one believed in anything, than there would be nothing more powerful than us.  Faith usurps power from the penitent.  The faithless are strong.  Don’t believe.  Know.

Know you can be better than your previous self.  Know that you have the power to change your world.  Know that no one else will do it for you.


God Made My Heart & Then Traded It

June 19, 2007

The concept of Original Sin has worn thin on me.  I don’t believe it exists.  We are not born with fault.  We are born in a pure state of animalism & wonder.  Our Original State of Being begins to change the moment we leave the womb.  We learn the wrongs of our parents, of our friends’ parents and of our community.  Original Sin is something the Catholic church created to ensure a constant supply of penitents. 

In terms of economics, the Church has manufactured the single most unique product ever made – salvation.  The Church has generated a false demand (value) for salvation by limiting its supply to only the most worthy, where the criteria for ‘worthy’ is determined exclusively by the product’s manufacturer.

Then the Church devised the greatest marketing ploy ever – Hell, eternal damnation.  They even created a mascot – Satan.  He’s like the Jolly Green Giant, Stay Puff Marshmellow Man or Chef Boyardee, except for hell.  He is the internationally recognizable symbol (devise) designed to force you to the cash register with a cartload of pricey, but valuable, salvation.

Let’s face it.  There is no definitive evidence to support the existence of a Hell, Purgatory, or Heaven.  So, if salvation is a ‘one way ticket’ to Heaven and the subsequent avoidance of the other two, less savoury, destinations, which don’t actually exist (as we understand today!), then…what are we doing? 

We’re participating in the most enticing speculative commodities market.  This market has many centres, but none more popular than the City of Jerusalem where the Big Three Westerns deal their stock & trade.  I guess you could call it the meta-market.

We pay to play for what we pray is the winning team.  It is a competitive game, so you better believe you’re better than all the other teams.  If you don’t have faith, you will most certainly lose.

We dream of holding up the championship cup (The Holy Grail!) and screaming into the camera to an audience of billions, “I’m going to HEAVEN!”, as though it were the greatest theme park ever.  Then the camera pans over to the loser’s bench, where the players are hunched over, head in hands on knees, their shmaghs, turbans, yarmulkahs, or whatever helmet the opponents have chosen, pulled down to hide the shame on their sweat drenched faces.  I’ve paid my dues, time after time.  The music blares.  I’ve done my sentence, but committed no crime.  Oh and we’d cry and hug each other, offering over emotional congratulations and praise.

It’s all bullshit.  If someone loses in this game, then no one wins.  This is sooth.


The Messiah (part one)

April 8, 2007

What if Judaism holds true and Jesus was a True Prophet of God?  Words of men and history can change many things.  What if the Messiah was alive today and not two thousand years ago?  It makes sense, in my demented mind, that the Messiah would be of more practical use in times of global catastrophe, when all of humanity needs to be motivated into action.  It would make sense for the Creator to protect the creation when it is threatened, as a parent to a child.  It would make sense that a critical mass of people could want something so badly, they could make it happen.

[Devil’s Advocate: Why does Earth, a grain of sand in the Milky Way which in turn is a grain of sand in the Universe, warrant such special attention?]

So, the Messiah is today alive and well.  Where in the world would the Messiah be?  This is of critical strategic importance.  Where would God manifest the Messiah?  Would the Messiah be American?  I am inclined to think that many Americans wouldn’t believe in a Messiah who wasn’t one of their own.  Would the Messiah be born in or around Jerusalem, the Holy Grounds for all three Abrahamic faiths?  What about China or India?  Each country represents one-fifth of the world’s population, not to mention two of it’s dominant religious concepts (Hindu & Buddha).  Would the Messiah be African, born amongst the poorest and most exploited of the planet’s peoples?  Would the Messiah live in the midst of constant danger, where death lurks behind every moment?  Would the Messiah live in abject poverty, never learning to read or write?  Or would the Messiah live in relative comfort, receiving a well-rounded education to become a person of the world?

The only thing I can think of is the Messiah would come from a part of the world which represents peace and good will.  But where is that?  Canada?

The word ‘canada’ originates from the St. Lawrence Iroquoian language, meaning ‘village’ or ‘settlement’.  The concept of ‘the Global Village’ can be sourced back to a Canadian, mainly Marshall McLuhan (or P. Wyndham Lewis).  Canada is the place where people are free to be where they came from.  Canada is all cultures represented in a mosaic of diversity.  A person can learn all about the vast and varied cultures of the world without leaving town.  Canada brings most of the world’s historic superpowers together.  It is both a French and British colony, with a unique & integral relationship with the United States.  I don’t think it would be too difficult for modern civilization to accept a Canadian Messiah.  It might be the only internationally acceptable option, in terms of geo-politics!

Would the Messiah be a man or a woman?  It is an unfortunate truth, but most cultures are still very paternalistic in nature.  The Messiah would be clear on the importance, necessity and equality of all life.  In the simplest sense, male and female can not exist without each other (in complex life forms!).  We are so interdependent as to be one.  All the world must hear & listen to the words of the ideas that will change their minds.  The Messiah’s voice would be that of a man, otherwise there are some who wouldn’t lend an ear.  Sad, but sooth.

What would the Messiah be like, personality wise?


Noah Was Not Alone (The Blind Designer)

March 18, 2007

We don’t know what 94% of the Universe is composed of.  Dark matter.  Dark energy.

We’re not sure what lies at the bottom of the ocean.

We don’t fully understand the functional complexity of the human brain.  We haven’t even tapped the potential from 90% of our gray matter.

Three contemporary unknowns.  Not so advanced as we collectively think.  But, I didn’t realize how far behind some people are until I started learning about the case for intelligent design.  Deriving science from myth in an effort to prove the existence of God (intelligent designer).  Quasi-scientists who contribute to intelligent design theory should be ashamed of themselves for the abandoning the fundamental principle of science, empiricism.  I don’t feel like writing about the quasi-science of this theory, suffice it to say, intelligent design theorists are searching for flaws in Darwin’s evolutionary theory, as well as contemporary theoretical physics.  The main problem is their search ends when their hypothesis is supported, not when the chain of evidence dries up.

As shameful as this type of quasi-science can be, greater shame lies upon those who use these theories to advance their ideas of religion.  Elements of the Original Testament (Tanakh) were written several thousand years ago in ancient languages with ancient inspiration.  However, these writers were not alone in their times.

 If you believe the Christian Bible to be literal truth, then it shouldn’t be far-fetched to expect Greek mythology to be equally legitimate.  Think about it.  Could Pan have lived?  He, who was half-man-half goat.  What about gods who would impregnate mortals?  That’s crazy talk!

Ancient Egyptian religion is considered mythology today.  But back around 1350 BC, Akhenaten attempted to create the World’s first monotheistic faith, worship of the sun-disc or ‘Aten’.  He was a Pharaoh during the 18th dynasty of Egypt.  Akhenaten means ‘effective spirit of Aten.’  Akhenaten’s given name was Amenhotep, which means ‘Amun is satisified.’  He had a Great Hymn to the Aten (this is long but nice!):

Thou appearest beautifully on the horizon of heaven,
Thou living Aton, the beginning of life!
When thou art risen on the eastern horizon,
Thou hast filled every land with thy beauty.
Thou art gracious, great, glistening, and high over every land;
Thy rays encompass the lands to the limit of all that thou hast made:
As thou art Re, thou reachest to the end of them;
(Thou) subduest them (for) thy beloved son.
Though thou art far away, thy rays are on earth;
Though thou art in their faces, no one knows thy going.

When thou settest in the western horizon,
The land is in darkness, in the manner of death.
They sleep in a room, with heads wrapped up,
Nor sees one eye the other.
All their goods which are under their heads might be stolen,
(But) they would not perceive (it).
Every lion is come forth from his den;
All creeping things, they sting.
Darkness is a shroud, and the earth is in stillness,
For he who made them rests in his horizon.

At daybreak, when thou arisest on the horizon,
When thou shinest as the Aton by day,
Thou drivest away the darkness and givest thy rays.
The Two Lands are in festivity every day,
Awake and standing upon (their) feet,
For thou hast raised them up.
Washing their bodies, taking (their) clothing,
Their arms are (raised) in praise at thy appearance.
All the world, they do their work.

All beasts are content with their pasturage;
Trees and plants are flourishing.
The birds which fly from their nests,
Their wings are (stretched out) in praise to thy ka.
All beasts spring upon (their) fe
et.
Whatever flies and alights,
They live when thou hast risen (for) them.
The ships are sailing north and south as well,
For every way is open at thy appearance.
The fish in the river dart before thy face;
Thy rays are in the midst of the great green sea.

Creator of seed in women,
Thou who makest fluid into man,
Who maintainest the son in the womb of his mother,
Who soothest him with that which stills his weeping,
Thou nurse (even) in the womb,
Who givest breath to sustain all that he has made!
When he descends from the womb to breathe
On the day when he is born,
Thou openest his mouth completely,
Thou suppliest his necessities.
When the chick in the egg speaks within the shell,
Thou givest him breath within it to maintain him.
When thou hast made him his fulfillment within the egg, to break it,
He comes forth from the egg to speak at his completed (time);
He walks upon his legs when he comes forth from it.

How manifold it is, what thou hast made!
They are hidden from the face (of man).
O sole god, like whom there is no other!
Thou didst create the world according to thy desire,
Whilst thou wert alone: All men, cattle, and wild beasts,
Whatever is on earth, going upon (its) feet,
And what is on high, flying with its wings.

The countries of Syria and Nubia, the land of Egypt,
Thou settest every man in his place,
Thou suppliest their necessities:
Everyone has his food, and his time of life is reckoned.
Their tongues are separate in speech,
And their natures as well;
Their skins are distinguished,
As thou distinguishest the foreign peoples.
Thou makest a Nile in the underworld,
Thou bringest forth as thou desirest
To maintain the people
(of Egypt)
According as thou madest them for thyself,
The lord of all of them, wearying (himself) with them,
The lord of every land, rising for them,
The Aton of the day, great of majesty.

All distant foreign countries, thou makest their life (also),
For thou hast set a Nile in heaven,
That it may descend for them and make waves upon the mountains,
Like the great green sea,
To water their fields in their towns.
How effective they are, thy plans, O lord of eternity!
The Nile in heaven, it is for the foreign peoples
And for the beasts of every desert that go upon (their) feet;
(While the true) Nile comes from the underworld for Egypt.

Thy rays suckle every meadow.
When thou risest, they live, they grow for thee.
Thou makest the seasons in order to rear all that thou hast made,
The winter to cool them,
And the heat that they may taste thee.
Thou hast made the distant sky in order to rise therein,
In order to see all that thou dost make.
Whilst thou wert alone,
Rising in thy form as the living Aton,
Appearing, shining, withdrawing or aproaching,
Thou madest millions of forms of thyself alone.
Cities, towns, fields, road, and river —
Every eye beholds thee over against them,
For thou art the Aton of the day over the earth….

Thou are in my heart,
And there is no other that knows thee
Save thy son Nefer-kheperu-Re Wa-en-Re,
For thou hast made him well-versed in thy plans and in thy strength.

The world came into being by thy hand,
According as thou hast made them.
When thou hast risen they live,
When thou settest they die.
Thou art lifetime thy own self,
For one lives (only) through thee.
Eyes are (fixed) on beauty until thou settest.
All work is laid aside when thou settest in the west.
(But) when (thou) risest (again),
[Everything is] made to flourish for the king,…
Since thou didst found the earth
And raise them up for thy son
,
Who came forth from thy body: the King of Upper and Lower Egypt, … Ak-en-Aton, … and the Chief Wife of the King … Nefert-iti, living and youthful forever and ever.
 

 Hmmm…nothing familiar here.

Then there’s the freakish occurrence of several cultures sharing the story of a deluge destroying their sinful ancestors.  From Hindu, Hewbrew to Hopi and most points in between, there is an example of a great flood unleashed by the gods.  If you care to learn a little more about this, start with “Deluge (mythology)” on Wikipedia.

Noah was not alone.  He has many compatriots in cultural mythology (psyche).

I am not including mention of the potential for flaws in historic translations of biblical material or the existence of Apocrypha (writings deemed unfit for inclusion in the Bible because it contradicted contemporary Christian dogma – by contemporary I mean the First Council of Nicaea, AD 325.  Yep…that’s when the ‘literal truth’ of the Bible was determined.  There have been revisions since, but not many.).  All I am saying is that every culture has, at its foundation, a basis of mythology.  The mythology sets the standards by which a people should live (or survive).  The lessons and anti-lessons of myth form the crude elements of a culture’s social conscience (or survival).

For instance, do you know why the cow is sacred to Hindus?  The answer is quite practical and has surprisingly little to do with anything of a supernatural origin.  In an area of the world which is subject to flood and famine (i.e. India), one’s cow becomes one’s means of survival.  The cow can be hitched to a plow and used for agriculture.  The cow produces milk, which can be consumed for nourishment.  If one kills their cow, they are as good as dead.  So, to save people from the temptation to self-destruct in times of famine, the cow is deemed sacred.

Understand these things for the social controls that they are and not as literal truths.  Understand that different parts of the world experience different conditions and therefore require different controls, which lead to fundamentally similar, yet contrasting mythologies.  No one is alone in or free from this process, regardless of from where or when you come.

Don’t destroy science in a search for God.  If you want to find God in science, look to these things called dark matter and dark energy, which together make up 94% of the Universe and are virtually unknown and unidentifiable to scientists.  Dark matter has mass, but is not an atom.  It is everywhere, but cannot be detected.  It can pass through matter without hindrance.  Of dark energy, even less is known.  According to theoretical physicists, it is the force through which the expansion of the Universe is accelerating.

I wrote it before and I will write it again.  God is everything we don’t yet understand.


I will sing (sing a new song).

March 10, 2007

Post #40.  How long?

I was baptized Catholic and raised within that faith.  I went to church every Sunday.  I was an altar boy.  Some Sundays, I would serve at more than one mass.  I could recite the mass word for word.  I worked at the church, maintenance and stuff, good cash for a summer job.  I was close with the Priest of the parish.  He didn’t become a priest until he was in his forties.  Before then, he worked in sales and advertising.  He was quite the character.  I couldn’t get past him without receiving a charlie horse or a tough knuckle in the shoulder.  He had a great (and sometimes dirty!) sense of humour.  He taught me quite a bit when I was growing up.

When I was in high school, I found a better paying job.  The guy who started doing maintenance at the church was the same age as myself.  The church was (still is) right beside the school.  We went to school together.  I knew him, but not well.  He wasn’t well received socially.  He was weird.  I don’t know how to describe it, but he was one of those guys who, through his mere being, invited torment.  It turns out there were problems at home, someone didn’t get enough attention.

One day, just before Christmas, this guy decided he would get the attention he deserved.  He accused the Priest of molestation.  The climate was right.  Scandalous things were being revealed about priests in the press (Newfoundland, etc).  Well, without getting into all the lurid details.  The Priest was arrested, removed from the parish and brought to trial.  The Diocese REFUSED to pay any legal fees, recommending he plead guilty.  The Priest received absolutely no support from the Church.

At the end of the trial, the judge apologized to the Priest and admonished the prosecutor for bringing the case to trial.  The boy had clearly lied.

Guilty until proven innocent.  The Church would not listen to the Priest’s adamant denials and left him on his own.  He was never the same again.  Once proud, he was broken.  A shell of the man he used to be.  The Church, professing to represent an all-loving, all-forgiving, omnipotent God, does not represent these values.  No love.  No forgiveness.  Just bureaucratic men trying to protect their franchise.

I have not been to church since.  There is nothing of value to learn.

So, I put my time into learning about the world’s religions and philosophies.  I began to broadened my horizons.  I was sixteen and this unalterably changed the course of my life.

I still think about the Priest every once in a while.  He passed away about five years ago.  I didn’t go to the funeral.