Given all of the other stuff that’s going on, that perhaps
it is not wise to enquire after (feel free to do so - the prayer box is on the
right of your screen), my main
concern is you. Oy vey, as Yoda is
prone to intone (yeah, I like it too).
And yet, if you
knew what was coming (and you must
have, to be still reading); you
would be glad you persevered. I
promised you that I would....you heard it here first.
Remember, I love you;
in no small way, because you, are me
too.
You, therefore,
have to love me, because; well, I am you
– and I do (that one’s for you
Barney).
Being god is far too easy.
“I’m not a Woman, I’m
not a man; I am something that you’ll never understand”; Prince Rodgers Nelson.
I want to look at the collective works of man that have
become the word of g-d and tease out the main reason why they became the word
of g-d. They became the word(s) of g-d because, as I stated earlier, they are
those gems of wisdom that we have
concluded are so brilliant, the inspiration for their delivery is assigned to
g-d (and perhaps the psychiatric/drug induced delusions of grandeur or the
deicidal remorse of the authors).
But it isn’t the word of g-d, unless each and every one of us is
g-d. People invented language, people write stuff down; the mere existence of
Copts, Protestants, Rastafarians, Theravadins and Mahayanist, and the numerous
traditions of Hinduism, proves that religious scripture and interpretation of scripture
are the work of man. No rational omnipotence would confuse the issue of worship
and divine word so chaotically and irresponsibly – particularly when the outcomes of such lassitude are genocide and jihad, amongst other things.
Allow me some circumlocution. What goes around, comes
around, I promise.
I’ve just returned from the beach, my dog loves it.
Frolicking in the sea is so much more fun than guarding the underworld; sandy
fur is a bugger to dry, he never keeps his eternally damned heads still.
Anyway, the tide was coming in and I caught the time between
times (the sun did set and the full moon rise, quite special; though I say it
myself). I thought briefly to resist the tide and show Canute the error of his
ways but I thought of this post and wondered....
How many religions
have, rather than oppress and subdue, embraced the will of evolving thought; just
as I must adjust my footing in retreat of the inexorable rise of the sea?
I enquired recently of a Sephardi (Spanish(ish – g-d it’s
complicated, no I mean really complicated and I don’t want to be dismissive of
the pain – but perhaps it isn’t simply phonetic that 80% of Spain is pain;
(Islam, are you with me? Catholics,
sorry, it’s probably still too raw for you
(nested brackets eh?) Now, just what were
we discussing? Oh yeah,)) Jew, if generally the Jewish people are embracive
of Rastafarianism or indifferent to it. She felt that embracive was probably
fairer to say.
I suppose one could
argue that Judaism is not a reasonable faith to make the enquiry, on the basis
of; given the historical dispersal and ‘wandering (ness)’ of the noble Hebrew
(what? I owe them for the flag to the right, OK?)
I like the word embracive. They do embrace much, and I like
them (but I’m not choosing them, you understand); they have a seasoned
outlook on life, and it is proper to respect their devotion. As a people they
have managed to protect a heritage and provide genuine custodial care of a
covenant with g-d spanning millennia of human history. And they believe in
magic.
It is for this
reason, in what is generally a sacrilegious blog, that I refer to g-d as such
for this post. They have anti-Zionists, and when you think about the breadth of that particular story (and the
promise they believe Israel represents) that is pretty amazing.
No, this blog shouldn’t be about bashing the traditions and beliefs of people just pointing out the error of the final conclusion they reach – burning bush indeed; Moses was a stoner.
No, this blog shouldn’t be about bashing the traditions and beliefs of people just pointing out the error of the final conclusion they reach – burning bush indeed; Moses was a stoner.
But come all ye
faithful, there is no room away from
the inn (imagine trekking all the way to Bethlehem only to find out there was
no requirement to return to their ancestral town – bloody Romans, they didn’t
even record that particular census either!) This god won’t turn you away. This god makes it clear – you are welcome here.
The inn is a veritable TARDIS, my children. Whatever it is
you believe, there is room for that here (do unto others....yadda, yadda...and a
room aside for the masochists and their sadistic companions, etcetera.)
However we are
here to narrate (and I would discuss but the prayer box is malfunctioning, I
will return your prayers. Do a god a
favour though, will you? Leave some
kind of contact info. Yes, I understand you
need to believe I know everything (and truly, I do)), but;
“My grace is sufficient
for you, for my power is made
perfect in weakness”; 2 Corinthians 12:9
Show me your weakness and use the prayer box to the right – I promise not
to bite (please don’t pray for biting).
As the years go by it gets easier to fake you out with promises; that said it
won’t be a million miles before the next post.
You heard it here
first.
(Yes, You)
Mr Pat.
Mr Pat.