Let me start by saying, I'm not discounting anyone's grief. Losing loved ones is awful. It leaves a hole in our lives. But this is the result of of a cultural that has raised us to be sad because the person is gone instead of celebrating the life they led. It is programmed to cause us to take a long time to come around to remembering those people in a joyful light.
Leading up to 9/11, the media came the puppet of government and large corporations. So when that event happened, mainstream media kept the fear at peak highs for months. They added the bio-terrorism card that hadn't even been part of the attacks. They pushed it so hard that they pushed someone in the country over the edge who had access to agents of bio-terrorism and used them. That person killed someone who lived 2 miles from me. That letter came through the post office my mail is processed through. Since the opening attack, the rouge whackjob, and the war America has been kept in a state of heightened stress and fear. That stress and fear is causing people to have emotional, mental and psychological breakdowns. It is affecting our physical health.
We can't even get real recreation to breathe. Movies, music, theater, books is all reprocessed crap. We need to open the valve and release the pressure to survive.
America needs to spit in the eye of those who work to control us. We need to just declare a day of celebration. An entire day to dance in the streets. To be utterly silly. To put on our brightest colors. Bring our kazoos, pots and pans and washtub basses. Rejoice for the lives of those who can only attend our party in spirit. To bring joy to wounded, injured, the sick and otherwise challenged.
My "people" used to dance on the bar around the casket at an Irish wake. The beer and whiskey flowed and everyone raised a glass to the deceased. I remember slogging my way through "Angela's Ashes" and tried to understand how Frank McCourt could have maintained his wonderful sense of humor through all that. Maybe because he came from a culture that celebrates life? Maybe because he came from a culture that knew how to let off steam through a party?
Listen, all I know is this-The U.S. has not been allowed to celebrate. We are so keyed-up that even local celebrations for sports championships turn into riots. The government keeps telling us "it's too soon", "we need to mourn", "never forget" which is always put with photos of horror. We need to fight back by saying "No", "Now is our time to exhale", "Now is the time to dance", "Now is the time to laugh". We need to take a day. 24 hours. Nationwide. And piss on their shoes and have a big, fucking party. We need to breathe before we suffocate.
Friday, April 19, 2013
Sunday, April 14, 2013
It's more than guns
Especially being fifteen miles from Newtown, I've been getting battered on TV news and all over the internet with both sides of the gun battle (pardon the pun). Let's start with my thoughts there...I'm with local CT legislators who were not happy with the Connecticut bill because it did not address the entire issue. Guns are the smaller percentage of what the problem here is.
Back in the 70's the mental health/medical industry were blessed with some medications that would lower the use of horrible options like electroshock and lobotomies. However, just like with nuclear weapons, psychiatrists thought they had the ultimate answer to mental health. Yes, some drugs did and do allow some patients to be able to function in mainstream society who might have at least required a visiting professional to look after them in the past. Some patients were correctly released from institutions thus lowering healthcare costs to municipalities. When pressured by governments and insurance providers, more and more patients were released to the point that many institutions were shut down. It is ironic that there was an abandoned complex of buildings in Newtown, until the town started repurposing the property in 2009, that used to be called "Fairfield Hills". It was the state mental hospital.
Now we have added HIPPA to the soup which prevents the communication to employers and educators the information that they may be responsible for someone suffering from severe psychological and/or emotional issues. Yes, I understand no one wants to be stigmatized and the majority of mental health problems are minor and can be regulated in an out-patient treatment plan. But when we put truly anti-social people into society with little to no monitoring we are putting ticking timebombs into the public domain.
Let's add the factor no one has talked about. In fact something swept under the table for years and just keeps getting worse every day. Stress. What the hell is going on in this country that people are so much angrier, depressed and frustrated that they grab a weapon, run into a crowd, take out as many as they can before the cops show up then kill themselves? We also have an out of control suicide rate even without the mass killings. People have no respect for each other. Sure there were bullie when I was a kid but they were not in the majority. Most parents raised their kids "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything". We got in trouble for picking on others. We also had tight groups of friends we could trust. Today kids are isolated even in a room full of other kids. Parents provide cell phones with text and data plans for their children. They become little spy networks passing information in ways the CIA does. Anonymity on the internet is easy. Bullying doesn't happen face to face but on-line. Parents don't teach kids that being mean is not cool. Look at the reactions to the sentences for the high school boys who sexually accosted a thirteen year old girl. Even the media promoted the thought that these strapping football players ganged up on a single pre-teen girl got the raw end of the deal. "How will this look on college applications?" "What about their careers?" Etc. Seriously would you hire someone whose characters are so weak that 1) they can't even deal with a problem as an individual. They had to round up a pack. 2) Then took this all that muscle to teach their much smaller victim a lesson. I don't want them on my payroll.
There are forces in this country that have come together to (I believe intentionally) turn it into a pressure cooker. Medically, educationally, economically and culturally people are being encouraged to force themselves into situations that are counter productive. Jobs sent overseas so people are under employed. Consumers inundated with messages about all the things they need to own that they can't afford increasing their debt ratios to impossible. Schools forced to teach to the test. Kids told they have to have college educations they can't afford. They come into the working world with an insane amount of debt. People can't even get relief from a truly good song on the radio, a intelligently scripted movie or a book written by a skilled author. Then strike the match with a government that has worked diligently to keep us in a state of constant fear for the past 12 years? Yep.
So to turning the spotlight on the guns part of this is just another inning of the "bait and switch" game. You are being distracted from the other part of the problem. We need to build trust, stop being mean and call out all the contributing factors to this nation on the edge. Criminals will always be around. They're going to have weapons and yes they are scary. But the issue that is on the table is not gang bangers, bank robbers or muggers. The issues are people who hit that breaking point and take five or more people with them when they decide they can't take any more, couples in abusive cycles who have a weapon in the home and kids who feel so unloved that they seek and find a legally obtained weapon.
Back in the 70's the mental health/medical industry were blessed with some medications that would lower the use of horrible options like electroshock and lobotomies. However, just like with nuclear weapons, psychiatrists thought they had the ultimate answer to mental health. Yes, some drugs did and do allow some patients to be able to function in mainstream society who might have at least required a visiting professional to look after them in the past. Some patients were correctly released from institutions thus lowering healthcare costs to municipalities. When pressured by governments and insurance providers, more and more patients were released to the point that many institutions were shut down. It is ironic that there was an abandoned complex of buildings in Newtown, until the town started repurposing the property in 2009, that used to be called "Fairfield Hills". It was the state mental hospital.
Now we have added HIPPA to the soup which prevents the communication to employers and educators the information that they may be responsible for someone suffering from severe psychological and/or emotional issues. Yes, I understand no one wants to be stigmatized and the majority of mental health problems are minor and can be regulated in an out-patient treatment plan. But when we put truly anti-social people into society with little to no monitoring we are putting ticking timebombs into the public domain.
Let's add the factor no one has talked about. In fact something swept under the table for years and just keeps getting worse every day. Stress. What the hell is going on in this country that people are so much angrier, depressed and frustrated that they grab a weapon, run into a crowd, take out as many as they can before the cops show up then kill themselves? We also have an out of control suicide rate even without the mass killings. People have no respect for each other. Sure there were bullie when I was a kid but they were not in the majority. Most parents raised their kids "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything". We got in trouble for picking on others. We also had tight groups of friends we could trust. Today kids are isolated even in a room full of other kids. Parents provide cell phones with text and data plans for their children. They become little spy networks passing information in ways the CIA does. Anonymity on the internet is easy. Bullying doesn't happen face to face but on-line. Parents don't teach kids that being mean is not cool. Look at the reactions to the sentences for the high school boys who sexually accosted a thirteen year old girl. Even the media promoted the thought that these strapping football players ganged up on a single pre-teen girl got the raw end of the deal. "How will this look on college applications?" "What about their careers?" Etc. Seriously would you hire someone whose characters are so weak that 1) they can't even deal with a problem as an individual. They had to round up a pack. 2) Then took this all that muscle to teach their much smaller victim a lesson. I don't want them on my payroll.
There are forces in this country that have come together to (I believe intentionally) turn it into a pressure cooker. Medically, educationally, economically and culturally people are being encouraged to force themselves into situations that are counter productive. Jobs sent overseas so people are under employed. Consumers inundated with messages about all the things they need to own that they can't afford increasing their debt ratios to impossible. Schools forced to teach to the test. Kids told they have to have college educations they can't afford. They come into the working world with an insane amount of debt. People can't even get relief from a truly good song on the radio, a intelligently scripted movie or a book written by a skilled author. Then strike the match with a government that has worked diligently to keep us in a state of constant fear for the past 12 years? Yep.
So to turning the spotlight on the guns part of this is just another inning of the "bait and switch" game. You are being distracted from the other part of the problem. We need to build trust, stop being mean and call out all the contributing factors to this nation on the edge. Criminals will always be around. They're going to have weapons and yes they are scary. But the issue that is on the table is not gang bangers, bank robbers or muggers. The issues are people who hit that breaking point and take five or more people with them when they decide they can't take any more, couples in abusive cycles who have a weapon in the home and kids who feel so unloved that they seek and find a legally obtained weapon.
Sunday, March 31, 2013
He's baaack
Resurrection day. You can't keep a good guy or the message that "we're doing it wrong" down. The idea didn't die. It took a few days off. Let the bullies think they were still winning. Let everyone let out a sigh of relief only to have it all come spring apart when the grave was open and empty.
There's so much flying around here today. The sightings of people dressed to the nines. Girls in their fanciest new outfits with new shoes and hats that will be like wedding attire...worn once and then sentenced to the Goodwill or the dress-up box. Next week they'll be back in Sunday school in normal "school clothes". It's pretty much the same with the boys except that their trousers and shoes are from their regular wardrobe. The dress shirts, vest, jackets and ties will be hung in the back for the closet to wear to Cousin Sally's wedding, Spring concert at school or grandma's funeral. Yes, I participated in this clothing ritual even as an adult but why? What does it have to do with the "Jesus narrative". Whether a great storybook prophet/villain/hero or a real person...even the people who came after the Ascension were the working poor. They also didn't go to "church" and not just once a week. They lived in fellowship 24/7. They got together for impromptu meals, scripture readings and prayers. So the dress up thing came a long time later and bears the markings of a "Spring celebration". Nothing to do with Jesus but a pagan or even secular celebration of the change of seasons.
Of course most people, especially Christians, know that the other stars of the day have nothing to do with resurrection and are totally taken from pagan tradition. The whole bunny, chicks, ducklings and chocolate thing? Please fundies stop losing your shit over others calling this part of the holiday for what it is-a retail marketing blitz.
Other things have passed through my spirit this weekend but to put them here pulls me down. All I'll say after seeing a Facebook called "Jesus please save America"... is maybe "he" is trying but you're not liking the answer or are so controlled you won't tap into it. Read the Jesus narrative. Humility, justice, truth, compassion, wisdom, acceptance, community. He's not going to ride in on a big horse, with guns ablaze handing out weapons to you all and blowing up all the people you don't like. He's calling out the lies, the avarice and greed that is in control of humanity. He is revealing the poverty not only of your neighbors in regards to food, water, clothing and shelter. He's revealing the poverty of your soul-your laziness, selfishness, intolerance. You starve you mind of real knowledge. You starve your heart with lack of empathy. You look for a Jesus who comes riding on a giant steam roller that will destroy your "enemies". The problem is, your enemies are his friends-the peacemakers, the meek, the opposed, the poor, the compassionate, the truthful and those seeking justice. Do you just keep crucifying him hoping someone different is going to walk out of that tomb?
There's so much flying around here today. The sightings of people dressed to the nines. Girls in their fanciest new outfits with new shoes and hats that will be like wedding attire...worn once and then sentenced to the Goodwill or the dress-up box. Next week they'll be back in Sunday school in normal "school clothes". It's pretty much the same with the boys except that their trousers and shoes are from their regular wardrobe. The dress shirts, vest, jackets and ties will be hung in the back for the closet to wear to Cousin Sally's wedding, Spring concert at school or grandma's funeral. Yes, I participated in this clothing ritual even as an adult but why? What does it have to do with the "Jesus narrative". Whether a great storybook prophet/villain/hero or a real person...even the people who came after the Ascension were the working poor. They also didn't go to "church" and not just once a week. They lived in fellowship 24/7. They got together for impromptu meals, scripture readings and prayers. So the dress up thing came a long time later and bears the markings of a "Spring celebration". Nothing to do with Jesus but a pagan or even secular celebration of the change of seasons.
Of course most people, especially Christians, know that the other stars of the day have nothing to do with resurrection and are totally taken from pagan tradition. The whole bunny, chicks, ducklings and chocolate thing? Please fundies stop losing your shit over others calling this part of the holiday for what it is-a retail marketing blitz.
Other things have passed through my spirit this weekend but to put them here pulls me down. All I'll say after seeing a Facebook called "Jesus please save America"... is maybe "he" is trying but you're not liking the answer or are so controlled you won't tap into it. Read the Jesus narrative. Humility, justice, truth, compassion, wisdom, acceptance, community. He's not going to ride in on a big horse, with guns ablaze handing out weapons to you all and blowing up all the people you don't like. He's calling out the lies, the avarice and greed that is in control of humanity. He is revealing the poverty not only of your neighbors in regards to food, water, clothing and shelter. He's revealing the poverty of your soul-your laziness, selfishness, intolerance. You starve you mind of real knowledge. You starve your heart with lack of empathy. You look for a Jesus who comes riding on a giant steam roller that will destroy your "enemies". The problem is, your enemies are his friends-the peacemakers, the meek, the opposed, the poor, the compassionate, the truthful and those seeking justice. Do you just keep crucifying him hoping someone different is going to walk out of that tomb?
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Of time, flight, wisdom and divinity
For those of you who read this blog but are not aware of the other rooms where I write all over and hang pictures on the wall, you will probably do better understanding this post if you take a look in The Tribes of Art. There you will find some of my inspirers, spirit guides, conspirators and cohorts in crime. Yesterday's walk included elements shared with me by my friends William and Hans. For Sir William, my angel of music, it was about angels and the music of the Earth and of the Universe. Actually the language of the Infinite is creaks and groans, squeaks and moans, whines and cries and the grating of stone. If you mash that all together you will discover the most primal of music. William takes the heartbeats of the planets, the stars and space beaten on multiheaded drums and mixes them with the deep harmonicas pulled and plucked from the strings of harps, violins and guitars. Validation of this revelation came in the discovery of a small, pure white feather along the labyrinth path. I choose to believe that a molting angel walk by.
Then there were all the other pieces contributed by The Bee. Lately he's been focusing on feathers. For him, it is his family heritage. For me it was about rising above all the things and people seeking to pull me down and put me under their weights. He's also back on the key theme. He has unlocked a door in his life that has allowed for healing of old wounds. All through the Lenten season and even before I've learned that other people's keys are not mine. They have opened doors that I have been invited to walk through.
Keys also wind clocks and machines. They tune instruments. Hans has captured wisdom in due time with brush and pencil. Owls
and clocks blend together on canvas and paper. I drive off to walk, to meditate and as I drive I think about time and about the understanding that my spiritual goes from Vernal Equinox to Vernal Equinox. My year dies as the snow that has congealed into dirt and gravel coated masses of ice melts away to reveal gray-green grass, and dead leaves and mud. As the roadbeds fissure into ruts and potholes. As the drapes become weighted down with winter's dust and the smell of stuffiness, longing to be washed and hung outside on the line. Even though daylight began to stretch in December to become equal in March, until it gets there and then sunlight outlasts the night my new year has not begun. The old one is still fading away. My clock is winding down. And that was when it hit me. How to meditate this year's walk. Finish running the time out on the walk in. Let the gears slow to a complete STOP. Let the last grains of sand fall through the narrow opening and joint rest in the bottom of the glass.
Walking in I listened to William and the Harp on my iPod. I physically felt my body and mind unwind. I reviewed the past year and all that I had learned. I had seen the Darkness on more than one level, face to face. I had physically connected with some of my spirit family. I had danced with sylphs, My children had taught me how to laugh again and we were family under one roof again for a short period. I had experienced my mother moving into the last phases of life and teaching myself to be less selfish, spending time with her helping her hold onto as many memories as possible, even ones as simple as what day it is. Being stabbed in the back and having the knife twisted. Learning that what looked like the door that would get me away from that situation was not. Coming back around to my resolve to get the hell out of there. Being invited to a gathering of the tribe. Learning that I have a responsibility to them and to tell their stories even if only for those who come behind us. Unwinding, completely empty as I reached the center...and sat.
I put my root chakra into the ground to draw nourishment. I opened my heart chakra, letting it break. Letting love out, letting it in. I opened my mind to wisdom that would help to rewind me. I reclaimed by chi for the Light Spirits from the Darkness that twists my gut in knots. The white fire must also burn inside. I released my dragon so she could stretch and bask in the sun for a while. I felt the voices of the wind and the birds. Then I walked out, winding the clock as I went. The piece playing on my 'pod included many metal sounds, gears moving, weights colliding. Not only was a clock being wound, a large one, one that requires a person to grasp the chain and ride the weight to the bottom of the tower but a machine with all of the dragon army being cogs and gears, all manner of parts. The machine is not complete. Others will be added as we work toward the New Age. Progress. Moving forward. As my feet on the path, moving through to something different, something better. Pushing through that which has tried to hold us back for too long. I even danced a little. I felt like and productive.
When I reached the exit I was fully wound. The batteries completely charged. I turned to the labyrinth to say final thanks and to ask the Fates to wipe it clean for the next person to come and find their enlightenment. ..and that's when I saw it. I've been walking this particular path for 4 years now but as with all things...in their own time (oh there's that pesky clock reference again)...the center of this path is a keyhole. Every year, I take my key and unlock something new...or old but to find new inspiration, wisdom or understanding whose time had not come until then.
Clocks and feather, owls and harps, angels and ravens and keys, locks and pens. I take all of this into the tomb and sit quietly with it until tomorrow morning when the Spirit rolls the stone back and lets the sun shine on it again. Once again "they" try to kill it. Once again, we of the Light, die but with the knowledge that we will rise again much to "their" chagrin bringing back justice, truth, compassion, joy, peace and love. We shine our lights on them and they scurry from it. But today is the day of the tomb. We have passed through Sheol and now sleep peacefully, resting our very souls. Tomorrow with clocks fully wound we will walk out and continue this journey. Blessed are the peacemakers, the humble, the poor, the artists, the laborers, the parents, all who are of the Light and work to move humanity forward into the Great Light.
Friday, March 29, 2013
The end of my spirit year
Hi. I know. You thought I forgot you. No. Just got really busy with other things. Plus this blog seemed to have lost its way a bit. But now I have things to say. Important things. Enlightened things. Scary things. Subversive things. Big things. Little things. Just things.
Today was Maundy Thursday. Back when I followed Christian doctrine I would look forward to going to church on this night. Where some people think Christmas eve is the holiest of nights I always found Tenebrae very mystical. I took communion for the first time at a Tenebrae service. We were invite into the "upper room" to share Passover with The Prophet and his closest disciples. The ending of worship was a ritual that still speaks to something deep in my spirit...we left the table and went back to our seats in silence. People stripped the altar, a black cloth was put on it. All the lights were turned out and then the candles snuffed. We left the sanctuary in silence.
This is the point where my spiritual year still goes into the tomb. Into that place of mystery. According to the story our hero/villain Jesus goes to commune with the other world and the underworld before his spirit is allowed to reanimate the human body placed on the slab behind the great stone. If he spoke of this experience, either the apostles never recorded it or "the church" has tucked it away along with other gospels and scriptures because they "don't think 'the people' can handle it" which really means that it reveals more of the true story which would weaken their control of 'the people'. But we'll get there in a few paragraphs. For now let me state where I am in my yearly journey through Lent.
As previously mentioned, I walked a mainline Christian path for a long time. It was while still being active in the church that I felt the power of Lent in my life and made it a structured part of my journey. This year I saw that even as a pagan, my spiritual year is different. Most paths' years end in the Fall or Winter. Mine ends with Holy Week and the New Year begins on Easter. Palm Sunday's message of walking into a situation that is dangerous with humble confidence, that last parade before dealing with awful treatment at the hands of your enemies. I find that day usually a positive one. Monday to Thursday is getting my spiritual house in order. Thursday is that last drink and dinner with friends because Friday is the day when everything literally breaks off the walls. Saturday is time for pancakes and keeping old close friends close while I process Friday. Sunday? The Hallelujah chorus! A new year. New life. New Light.
Tonight was a phone conversation with my daughter. Take out food and a cheap rose while watching my favorite shows. I conversed with a videographer friend in L.A. and a music friend in Phoenix. All three people I would so sit down with over wine or beer, chips and dip, sushi. Now I'm sitting in the quiet. It's not dark but it's quiet. My altars are dark. No candles burning. I'll go to the garden to pray before bed.
Tomorrow is a ritual I started at least 6 years ago. I walk a labyrinth. I had walked before in a number of places and found it to be one of my best meditation tools. So when I learned that another Congregational Church up the road a ways was doing a Lenten labyrinth in their parish hall, I went with my son. It was so great. They used small bottles of water to make the path. There were small worship stations around the room that were all water themed. I had a good walk. I came away calmed, ready to enter the new year peacefully. The next year their labyrinth was outside with the path created with heavy rope. I felt like I came out with more questions than I went in with. The next year the church didn't do one so I had to search for some place to walk. I was going to drive up to a retreat center in Litchfield but it felt like such a waste of gas for a 30-45 minute walk. I found one much closer to home. It's outside and permanent and also at a Congregational church. I've been going there for 3 years now. This year I'm going back to the church I started at. It's inside and I just feel like I need to walk around in the tomb a bit even though things have been gearing up to get pretty intense. I feel like inside I can keep my own spiritual shit together to handle whatever The Fates throw at me. I also need those little worship stations because I know I'm going to have to walk at least twice.
12/21/12 marked the beginning of the New Era or New Age. No you didn't notice any big change. There wasn't one. Not on the surface at least. You saw visible changes leading up to it. Those of the Old Regime have been drawing the line between Darkness and Light deeper and deeper, especially over the past decade until it became a chasm. Some of you will still be able to make it across when you wake up and realize your not on your correct side. Some of you think you are Light Warriors but you're really not. Some are spies for the Darkness. Some don't have the real courage to put your money, bodies and minds where your mouths are. Then there are those who are over on the other side. You believed the lies. You tried to "be good" but your true self has been trying to beat itself out of your and that Light is just screaming to get out and come over to this side and fight, or heal, or feed, or educate or bury with the rest of us. You were kind of like Dorothy, just wandering through the poppies cuz they were pretty and never saw the trap coming. The Darkness knew you were a bright Light to contend with and tried to take you out of the game. If it was lucky you'd come to and be one of them.
What started on the Solstice was labor. Very early stages. We are building up the muscles so we are really strong when hard labor sets in and as one we start to push and birth this New Age of wisdom, compassion, justice, truth, and joy which will culminate in peace and love. We are working on being more confident in our true, unique, free thinking selves. We are worshipping by showing The Great Spirit that we have broken from the flock of hive-minded sheeple to be who each of us was individually created to be. Yes, we will still live or visit in community. We may stay with a tribe. But that tribe fully functions because each member has their own skill and talent. It works because we are each different not because we are all the same.
Some "christian" clergy jerk post a red and pink division symbol with a reference to the book of Luke and Jesus' statement about dividing people. I love how people who claim to follow this prophet's teachings interpret that to mean that they are "better than", to be sequestered from, to judge others. Even I was raised with that statement out of context. If fact I didn't really get it till yesterday. Here's the thing. Biblical Jesus (there are no historic records that he actually existed) was an early version of Robin Hood. No, he didn't steal but he did ask people for things and then gave them away. The point is is that he is this villain/hero. Jesus was not popular with the religious hierarchy. He was telling off the clergy at his bar mitzvah. Where the Pharisees and the Sadducees had done a great job of making up a gajillion rules that not even the best Jew could live up to, therefore having great control over the people, JC comes along and says "One rule-love your neighbor as yourself". A spin on the Golden Rule...treat folks the way you want to be treated. Allow me to interject here that you must go to YouTube and search "Kid President" and listen to his version..."treat everyone like it's their birthday". Kid President is right. If we did that the world would be awesome and in the New Era that's how it will be. But back to our story about villain/hero Jesus. The locals love this guy cuz he is taking ten tons of spiritual weight and legalistic monkeys off their backs. BE NICE TO EVERYONE EVEN IF IT'S SOMEONE THE RABBI SAYS YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE...cuz their the wrong color, from a different town, worship a different god or have more or less money than you. Remember that who story about the Samaritan. The point of that story to the townsfolk he was telling it to was that Jews and Samaritans didn't get along, like at all. So both the beat up Jew, who by the way gets passed over by a rabbi and a Levite...clergy and lawyer of his own race and religion, and the Samaritan have to give a lot of ground for the whole story to go down the way it did. Jesus was such a hippie...people lived in kinds of communes around him. He crashed on whatever empty couch he could find. He probably had some pretty nasty dreds. He was unemployed and he was the pied piper dude who was setting people free. Of course they followed him. THAT pissed off both the Jewish politicians and religious leaders along with the Romans who "owned" Israel. The thing is with "controllers" they can't have real alphas around to screw up their game plan. They either have to depose them or dispose of them. Jesus got dealt the dispose of card.
A friend sent me an email earlier this week and short paragraph generated most of that last paragraph and will fit into other things I will write later today and tomorrow. He told me how his 5 year old asked him "Daddy, why did Jesus have to die?". He didn't give it as second thought and answered, "Politics". In that one word answer is some very heavy revelation and will put more scripture and society and culture of the Old Era in very clear perspective. I'll continue with that in my next post. Blessings. May these days be filled with blessings for all.
Today was Maundy Thursday. Back when I followed Christian doctrine I would look forward to going to church on this night. Where some people think Christmas eve is the holiest of nights I always found Tenebrae very mystical. I took communion for the first time at a Tenebrae service. We were invite into the "upper room" to share Passover with The Prophet and his closest disciples. The ending of worship was a ritual that still speaks to something deep in my spirit...we left the table and went back to our seats in silence. People stripped the altar, a black cloth was put on it. All the lights were turned out and then the candles snuffed. We left the sanctuary in silence.
This is the point where my spiritual year still goes into the tomb. Into that place of mystery. According to the story our hero/villain Jesus goes to commune with the other world and the underworld before his spirit is allowed to reanimate the human body placed on the slab behind the great stone. If he spoke of this experience, either the apostles never recorded it or "the church" has tucked it away along with other gospels and scriptures because they "don't think 'the people' can handle it" which really means that it reveals more of the true story which would weaken their control of 'the people'. But we'll get there in a few paragraphs. For now let me state where I am in my yearly journey through Lent.
As previously mentioned, I walked a mainline Christian path for a long time. It was while still being active in the church that I felt the power of Lent in my life and made it a structured part of my journey. This year I saw that even as a pagan, my spiritual year is different. Most paths' years end in the Fall or Winter. Mine ends with Holy Week and the New Year begins on Easter. Palm Sunday's message of walking into a situation that is dangerous with humble confidence, that last parade before dealing with awful treatment at the hands of your enemies. I find that day usually a positive one. Monday to Thursday is getting my spiritual house in order. Thursday is that last drink and dinner with friends because Friday is the day when everything literally breaks off the walls. Saturday is time for pancakes and keeping old close friends close while I process Friday. Sunday? The Hallelujah chorus! A new year. New life. New Light.
Tonight was a phone conversation with my daughter. Take out food and a cheap rose while watching my favorite shows. I conversed with a videographer friend in L.A. and a music friend in Phoenix. All three people I would so sit down with over wine or beer, chips and dip, sushi. Now I'm sitting in the quiet. It's not dark but it's quiet. My altars are dark. No candles burning. I'll go to the garden to pray before bed.
Tomorrow is a ritual I started at least 6 years ago. I walk a labyrinth. I had walked before in a number of places and found it to be one of my best meditation tools. So when I learned that another Congregational Church up the road a ways was doing a Lenten labyrinth in their parish hall, I went with my son. It was so great. They used small bottles of water to make the path. There were small worship stations around the room that were all water themed. I had a good walk. I came away calmed, ready to enter the new year peacefully. The next year their labyrinth was outside with the path created with heavy rope. I felt like I came out with more questions than I went in with. The next year the church didn't do one so I had to search for some place to walk. I was going to drive up to a retreat center in Litchfield but it felt like such a waste of gas for a 30-45 minute walk. I found one much closer to home. It's outside and permanent and also at a Congregational church. I've been going there for 3 years now. This year I'm going back to the church I started at. It's inside and I just feel like I need to walk around in the tomb a bit even though things have been gearing up to get pretty intense. I feel like inside I can keep my own spiritual shit together to handle whatever The Fates throw at me. I also need those little worship stations because I know I'm going to have to walk at least twice.
12/21/12 marked the beginning of the New Era or New Age. No you didn't notice any big change. There wasn't one. Not on the surface at least. You saw visible changes leading up to it. Those of the Old Regime have been drawing the line between Darkness and Light deeper and deeper, especially over the past decade until it became a chasm. Some of you will still be able to make it across when you wake up and realize your not on your correct side. Some of you think you are Light Warriors but you're really not. Some are spies for the Darkness. Some don't have the real courage to put your money, bodies and minds where your mouths are. Then there are those who are over on the other side. You believed the lies. You tried to "be good" but your true self has been trying to beat itself out of your and that Light is just screaming to get out and come over to this side and fight, or heal, or feed, or educate or bury with the rest of us. You were kind of like Dorothy, just wandering through the poppies cuz they were pretty and never saw the trap coming. The Darkness knew you were a bright Light to contend with and tried to take you out of the game. If it was lucky you'd come to and be one of them.
What started on the Solstice was labor. Very early stages. We are building up the muscles so we are really strong when hard labor sets in and as one we start to push and birth this New Age of wisdom, compassion, justice, truth, and joy which will culminate in peace and love. We are working on being more confident in our true, unique, free thinking selves. We are worshipping by showing The Great Spirit that we have broken from the flock of hive-minded sheeple to be who each of us was individually created to be. Yes, we will still live or visit in community. We may stay with a tribe. But that tribe fully functions because each member has their own skill and talent. It works because we are each different not because we are all the same.
Some "christian" clergy jerk post a red and pink division symbol with a reference to the book of Luke and Jesus' statement about dividing people. I love how people who claim to follow this prophet's teachings interpret that to mean that they are "better than", to be sequestered from, to judge others. Even I was raised with that statement out of context. If fact I didn't really get it till yesterday. Here's the thing. Biblical Jesus (there are no historic records that he actually existed) was an early version of Robin Hood. No, he didn't steal but he did ask people for things and then gave them away. The point is is that he is this villain/hero. Jesus was not popular with the religious hierarchy. He was telling off the clergy at his bar mitzvah. Where the Pharisees and the Sadducees had done a great job of making up a gajillion rules that not even the best Jew could live up to, therefore having great control over the people, JC comes along and says "One rule-love your neighbor as yourself". A spin on the Golden Rule...treat folks the way you want to be treated. Allow me to interject here that you must go to YouTube and search "Kid President" and listen to his version..."treat everyone like it's their birthday". Kid President is right. If we did that the world would be awesome and in the New Era that's how it will be. But back to our story about villain/hero Jesus. The locals love this guy cuz he is taking ten tons of spiritual weight and legalistic monkeys off their backs. BE NICE TO EVERYONE EVEN IF IT'S SOMEONE THE RABBI SAYS YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO LIKE...cuz their the wrong color, from a different town, worship a different god or have more or less money than you. Remember that who story about the Samaritan. The point of that story to the townsfolk he was telling it to was that Jews and Samaritans didn't get along, like at all. So both the beat up Jew, who by the way gets passed over by a rabbi and a Levite...clergy and lawyer of his own race and religion, and the Samaritan have to give a lot of ground for the whole story to go down the way it did. Jesus was such a hippie...people lived in kinds of communes around him. He crashed on whatever empty couch he could find. He probably had some pretty nasty dreds. He was unemployed and he was the pied piper dude who was setting people free. Of course they followed him. THAT pissed off both the Jewish politicians and religious leaders along with the Romans who "owned" Israel. The thing is with "controllers" they can't have real alphas around to screw up their game plan. They either have to depose them or dispose of them. Jesus got dealt the dispose of card.
A friend sent me an email earlier this week and short paragraph generated most of that last paragraph and will fit into other things I will write later today and tomorrow. He told me how his 5 year old asked him "Daddy, why did Jesus have to die?". He didn't give it as second thought and answered, "Politics". In that one word answer is some very heavy revelation and will put more scripture and society and culture of the Old Era in very clear perspective. I'll continue with that in my next post. Blessings. May these days be filled with blessings for all.
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
A beautiful light
I know it's hard to think about beauty right now. Especially for those of us who live so close to the latest ugliness. We, these same folks also have connections to 9-11 being less than an hour and a half from the city.
As I started to put this post together in my head, I thought, "Where do I start?". I can tell you that very beautiful things started coming into my life about 9 years ago when the art came back into this house. But could I honestly tell you that in the twenty years of living in a wasteland that there was no beauty at all? No, I can't say that. Out of 9-11 came the trip to Nightwatch. I saw the inside and outside of one of the most stunning edifices dedicated to the worship of the Divine, St. John's Cathedral in NY. There I met young people and their chaperons from Newtown and Sandy Hook. One dad was an EMT who had been place on-call after 9-11 as all the lower Fairfield County emergency service people had been sent to Manhattan. Together we learned songs, shared the Holy Eucharist and wandered the gardens. In the daylight we watched the residents of Harlem sit on the stoop and talk over coffee, sweep their sidewalks and drink in the unusual quiet of the city. That was 2001.
In 1984 and again in 1985, I was a part of the most beautiful process the Goddess designed, childbirth. My beautiful babies are still beautiful. So many beautiful moments of their lives thus far; graduations, concerts, plays, snowboarding, dancing, writing, and laughter. Yes, laughter is such a gorgeous medium we can create with. And there was the natural art of sunrises, sunsets, waves at the beaches in NJ and FL, flowers naturally growing in some places and planted in others. To this day I still look forward to the blooming of my Bleeding Heart.
Beauty versus ugly. Another aspect of the line that has been drawn deeper and deep over the last thirty years. It is the same people on either side of the line no matter what parameters you give it. In this case most have chosen their side but there are also those who have been forced to the ugly side. The powerful wish to maintain the power and the status quo. It has gotten progressively harder, mainly due to this creation that I am writing on...computers. Not the first time man has created something that had ramifications that would backfire on the world. But this time the added feature would benefit man rather than destroy him like the unleashing of the atom. Those born with a natural affinity for numbers would decide once they figured out how to make the box "think", to teach it how to communicate with other boxes and the humans operating them. Through this communication explosion we would learn that there were others out there who also had a knack for numbers. Some would use the force for what has been labeled "evil" but hackers aren't bad. They are pointing out the weaknesses of the system. They also shut down the "powerful". Yes, some of us feel the backlash when our home computers get viruses but we're not the ones hackers are after. We're collateral damage and it is damage I will accept as I am 1) still alive after the fact and can buy a new hard-drive while bitching about losing photos, blog posts, etc. that I was too dumb or lazy to remember to back-up.
It is all this communication and hacking that has the Powerful scared and why they have been working overtime to keep "Us" in check. It's a hard job that they've been at since the beginning of time. They know that one day we would figure out how many more of the us there are than of the them. We can overpower them very easily if we all got together and made the plan. We're doing that now. And what does the them have to do to slow us down? Shut down the internet. In the Middle East, the rebels opted for communication they knew...social networks. Yes, governments shut them down but not until after the damage was done. The rebels have been winning in confrontation after confrontation and it is because the mainly young people in their ranks are so communication savvy.
Another form of communication that is gaining momentum is the arts. There is an emergence of street painters, underground musicians and performers and self-publishing writers. They are on the side of beauty for sure and have changed my life drastically for the better. But never forget, all the arts are forms of communication and they speak of the human condition, spirituality and politics. One of my favorite artists is Mear One. He is not a favorite of bankers, corporate fat cats or politicians. He is telling a story of stark truth and calling for rebellion in stunning paintings.
Back to those on the "Ugly" side not there of their own volition but due to the control process. In the 60's and 70's the psych industry was born. All of the sudden a damn broke allowing free speech about mental health. But that opened a floodgate that in the end seems to have done more harm than good. The "warm fuzzies" of "I'm OK-You're OK" were painted thickly over the "cold pricklies" of transactional analysis so we missed the fact that governments and corporations bought into "set them free. We can provide chronically anti-social, emotionally and/or mentally dysfunctional people a "normal" life through the wonderful world of medication. Except that in the bug bin, there were medical personnel who insured that this folks TOOK those meds regularly. They could control the environment so these unfortunate folks didn't end up in a room in a boarding house, unemployed, hungry, confused and depressed to the point that not only did they try to take their own life but they thought fire would be a great form of suicide and almost burned the boarding house to the ground. Mental institutions, no matter how grizzly have been a part of human history for a long time and it's because fellow humans recognized that some people just cannot function in the real world. Today we'd allow the Marquis d'Sade to wander the streets of Manhattan and assume he had taken his medication and did not have an iron maiden in the basement of his apartment building then be horrified when we learned about all the bodies he'd been dumping in the East River. At that point we would send the Marquis to a regular prison because no one can commit him to Bellevue for life. For those who don't know, most state facilities had a separate ward for the "criminally insane". These folks were not put in the regular prison population because doctors knew that that was not safe for other prisoners or prison personnel. Now we put people who would have resided quietly in facility where they had a pleasant room, activities and monitoring by trained professionals into a prison where anything could set them off, where they are being punished for being sick...they could be beautiful but the system has made them ugly.
Even the Goddess is feeling less than beautiful since Friday. The skies here have been gray. The temperature has hovered in the mid-40's. I can't light my Yule candles outside due to the rain. The ugly has sucked the joy out of Yule, Christmas and Hanukkah here. No, "god" did not call those children or the adults home. It wasn't "their time". One little girl was a cancer survivor. Mother had more plans for that child. No this was a cold act of the Darkness. It is the ugly trying to control the beautiful with fear...the ugly's greatest weapon. What's really scary to we Children of the Light is that there are a lot of uglies who believe they are the beautiful and that they speak the message of The Light. They have deceived many of the beautiful to their camp. I feel kind of bad when they find out they were working for the wrong side. It will be too late. They will be too far gone to join our side. They will die ugly on so many levels.
The good news is that the beautiful will win. When the dust settles and the smoke clears we will join together where ever we ended up, covered in dirts, bleeding and exhausted and we will watch the sunrise and be filled with the beauty of Mother's natural art. The purest art. The most original art. Some of us, who still have voices will sing or chant. Some will clap out a beat. We along with the fauna will make a joyful noise. We will welcome the Beautiful Age. But for now we must stay strong and look hard for the tiny bits of Light especially leading up to the Convergence. Turn off the TV and the radio. Stay away from "news" websites. Use you computer or your phone to talk to friends. Find the Light and the Beauty. Treasure a snowflake if it falls where you are. Wade knee-deep into the ocean, raise your arms and praise Mother and Father if you are in warmer climates. Reach out with your spirit and find the Light. Stand strong. BE BEAUTIFUL.
As I started to put this post together in my head, I thought, "Where do I start?". I can tell you that very beautiful things started coming into my life about 9 years ago when the art came back into this house. But could I honestly tell you that in the twenty years of living in a wasteland that there was no beauty at all? No, I can't say that. Out of 9-11 came the trip to Nightwatch. I saw the inside and outside of one of the most stunning edifices dedicated to the worship of the Divine, St. John's Cathedral in NY. There I met young people and their chaperons from Newtown and Sandy Hook. One dad was an EMT who had been place on-call after 9-11 as all the lower Fairfield County emergency service people had been sent to Manhattan. Together we learned songs, shared the Holy Eucharist and wandered the gardens. In the daylight we watched the residents of Harlem sit on the stoop and talk over coffee, sweep their sidewalks and drink in the unusual quiet of the city. That was 2001.
In 1984 and again in 1985, I was a part of the most beautiful process the Goddess designed, childbirth. My beautiful babies are still beautiful. So many beautiful moments of their lives thus far; graduations, concerts, plays, snowboarding, dancing, writing, and laughter. Yes, laughter is such a gorgeous medium we can create with. And there was the natural art of sunrises, sunsets, waves at the beaches in NJ and FL, flowers naturally growing in some places and planted in others. To this day I still look forward to the blooming of my Bleeding Heart.
Beauty versus ugly. Another aspect of the line that has been drawn deeper and deep over the last thirty years. It is the same people on either side of the line no matter what parameters you give it. In this case most have chosen their side but there are also those who have been forced to the ugly side. The powerful wish to maintain the power and the status quo. It has gotten progressively harder, mainly due to this creation that I am writing on...computers. Not the first time man has created something that had ramifications that would backfire on the world. But this time the added feature would benefit man rather than destroy him like the unleashing of the atom. Those born with a natural affinity for numbers would decide once they figured out how to make the box "think", to teach it how to communicate with other boxes and the humans operating them. Through this communication explosion we would learn that there were others out there who also had a knack for numbers. Some would use the force for what has been labeled "evil" but hackers aren't bad. They are pointing out the weaknesses of the system. They also shut down the "powerful". Yes, some of us feel the backlash when our home computers get viruses but we're not the ones hackers are after. We're collateral damage and it is damage I will accept as I am 1) still alive after the fact and can buy a new hard-drive while bitching about losing photos, blog posts, etc. that I was too dumb or lazy to remember to back-up.
It is all this communication and hacking that has the Powerful scared and why they have been working overtime to keep "Us" in check. It's a hard job that they've been at since the beginning of time. They know that one day we would figure out how many more of the us there are than of the them. We can overpower them very easily if we all got together and made the plan. We're doing that now. And what does the them have to do to slow us down? Shut down the internet. In the Middle East, the rebels opted for communication they knew...social networks. Yes, governments shut them down but not until after the damage was done. The rebels have been winning in confrontation after confrontation and it is because the mainly young people in their ranks are so communication savvy.
Another form of communication that is gaining momentum is the arts. There is an emergence of street painters, underground musicians and performers and self-publishing writers. They are on the side of beauty for sure and have changed my life drastically for the better. But never forget, all the arts are forms of communication and they speak of the human condition, spirituality and politics. One of my favorite artists is Mear One. He is not a favorite of bankers, corporate fat cats or politicians. He is telling a story of stark truth and calling for rebellion in stunning paintings.
Back to those on the "Ugly" side not there of their own volition but due to the control process. In the 60's and 70's the psych industry was born. All of the sudden a damn broke allowing free speech about mental health. But that opened a floodgate that in the end seems to have done more harm than good. The "warm fuzzies" of "I'm OK-You're OK" were painted thickly over the "cold pricklies" of transactional analysis so we missed the fact that governments and corporations bought into "set them free. We can provide chronically anti-social, emotionally and/or mentally dysfunctional people a "normal" life through the wonderful world of medication. Except that in the bug bin, there were medical personnel who insured that this folks TOOK those meds regularly. They could control the environment so these unfortunate folks didn't end up in a room in a boarding house, unemployed, hungry, confused and depressed to the point that not only did they try to take their own life but they thought fire would be a great form of suicide and almost burned the boarding house to the ground. Mental institutions, no matter how grizzly have been a part of human history for a long time and it's because fellow humans recognized that some people just cannot function in the real world. Today we'd allow the Marquis d'Sade to wander the streets of Manhattan and assume he had taken his medication and did not have an iron maiden in the basement of his apartment building then be horrified when we learned about all the bodies he'd been dumping in the East River. At that point we would send the Marquis to a regular prison because no one can commit him to Bellevue for life. For those who don't know, most state facilities had a separate ward for the "criminally insane". These folks were not put in the regular prison population because doctors knew that that was not safe for other prisoners or prison personnel. Now we put people who would have resided quietly in facility where they had a pleasant room, activities and monitoring by trained professionals into a prison where anything could set them off, where they are being punished for being sick...they could be beautiful but the system has made them ugly.
Even the Goddess is feeling less than beautiful since Friday. The skies here have been gray. The temperature has hovered in the mid-40's. I can't light my Yule candles outside due to the rain. The ugly has sucked the joy out of Yule, Christmas and Hanukkah here. No, "god" did not call those children or the adults home. It wasn't "their time". One little girl was a cancer survivor. Mother had more plans for that child. No this was a cold act of the Darkness. It is the ugly trying to control the beautiful with fear...the ugly's greatest weapon. What's really scary to we Children of the Light is that there are a lot of uglies who believe they are the beautiful and that they speak the message of The Light. They have deceived many of the beautiful to their camp. I feel kind of bad when they find out they were working for the wrong side. It will be too late. They will be too far gone to join our side. They will die ugly on so many levels.
The good news is that the beautiful will win. When the dust settles and the smoke clears we will join together where ever we ended up, covered in dirts, bleeding and exhausted and we will watch the sunrise and be filled with the beauty of Mother's natural art. The purest art. The most original art. Some of us, who still have voices will sing or chant. Some will clap out a beat. We along with the fauna will make a joyful noise. We will welcome the Beautiful Age. But for now we must stay strong and look hard for the tiny bits of Light especially leading up to the Convergence. Turn off the TV and the radio. Stay away from "news" websites. Use you computer or your phone to talk to friends. Find the Light and the Beauty. Treasure a snowflake if it falls where you are. Wade knee-deep into the ocean, raise your arms and praise Mother and Father if you are in warmer climates. Reach out with your spirit and find the Light. Stand strong. BE BEAUTIFUL.
Saturday, October 20, 2012
A revelation on organized religion
Let me start with "Yes, I do believe in higher powers". I am spiritual. No longer religious. Today I cast off any remaining "Christian" identification I may have espoused. Why you ask?
Two reasons. The first is merely the revelation that religious text are a fraud manufactured by imperfect humans like myself. Being fallible they wrote numerous errors into these text and never went back and corrected them. Let's start with Mosaic law. In every version of the Old Testament or Torah I have heard or read, the commandment reads "Thou shall not kill". However if one delves further into the Pentateuch there are laws that require people to stone adultresses, murder their insubordinate teens, and roast anyone who does not profess in the Hebrew god. Again, the commandment does not say "Thou shall not kill unless..." But we can go all the way back to Genesis where the writer begins speaks of the creators, plural. However, it is an individual, jealous, bratty, selfish god that takes one male human into a special part of the one of the newly created planets and creates his mate from his rib then teases them with knowledge only to punish them for not wanting to be ignorant their whole lives. Add to this the fact that the first thing they notice with the "knowledge of the Universe" is that they are naked. Really? I'd be more interested in now knowing all the species of trees, animals, origins of the stars AND THE FACT THAT THERE ARE ALREADY OTHER PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET. What!? How can I say that? Have you never finished reading the Cain and Abel story? Cain gets sent to Nod as his punishment and apparently there are other people there. So we must assume then that other divine beings created other human/human-like creatures. Some of these groups were matriarchal, polytheistic and thriving.
The second revelation was brought home to me today. Organized religion is about ORGANIZATION. A defined set of rules to govern its followers. However, mainly in the case of monotheistic, Judaism based doctrine, are based in the theology that man must never look for the spiritual power within himself. He must use "god" as a crutch. That god will never approve of his life choices, his accomplishments or his sacrifices. He will always fall short. Thus a great part of the human population, for hundreds of thousands of years, has indeed fallen short by blindly forfeiting their spiritual wealth and power to shills who sought only to control their fellow man.
A truly spiritual person, who recognizes the divine and sacred spirits of the air, fire, earth and water, treats these elements with respect. They worship the beauty and gifts that have been presented them each day. They give credence to the existence of supernatural beings that keep themselves hidden from mankind for self-preservation. They reach into their core and bonding with the elements, use the strength they have been blessed with to protect, defend, and nurture creation. They do not accept it as "sin" to believe that they can work together with the gods and spirits. However, they usually subscribe to "First do no harm" in all rituals and actions.
So open your mind, heart and soul to the "voices" around you. The Fates reside here with you and wish you to be free. They pray their own prayers that man will stop allowing himself to be bamboozled by those who follow spirits of greed, arrogance, selfishness and manipulation. The spirits of Light long for us to break free and work together in charity, justice, humility and peace. This will result in real love. Agape. Love without lines, walls, moats or rules. A love where we are all the same. A love that requires a hell of a lot of work but one that is possible.
To my friends who subscribe to doctrines that continue to drain you of your personal spiritual life and power, I hope you will awaken some day. I pray you will release the energy within yourself and let it spread over the walls, through the moats and across the lines that were drawn by our predecessors. May you join the dragon army in the coming conflict and fight for peace, justice, and kindness with a humble heart. We all fear that which is new but we must draw on our spiritual courage to overcome the fear and not only ride the wave of change but be the change.
Two reasons. The first is merely the revelation that religious text are a fraud manufactured by imperfect humans like myself. Being fallible they wrote numerous errors into these text and never went back and corrected them. Let's start with Mosaic law. In every version of the Old Testament or Torah I have heard or read, the commandment reads "Thou shall not kill". However if one delves further into the Pentateuch there are laws that require people to stone adultresses, murder their insubordinate teens, and roast anyone who does not profess in the Hebrew god. Again, the commandment does not say "Thou shall not kill unless..." But we can go all the way back to Genesis where the writer begins speaks of the creators, plural. However, it is an individual, jealous, bratty, selfish god that takes one male human into a special part of the one of the newly created planets and creates his mate from his rib then teases them with knowledge only to punish them for not wanting to be ignorant their whole lives. Add to this the fact that the first thing they notice with the "knowledge of the Universe" is that they are naked. Really? I'd be more interested in now knowing all the species of trees, animals, origins of the stars AND THE FACT THAT THERE ARE ALREADY OTHER PEOPLE ON THIS PLANET. What!? How can I say that? Have you never finished reading the Cain and Abel story? Cain gets sent to Nod as his punishment and apparently there are other people there. So we must assume then that other divine beings created other human/human-like creatures. Some of these groups were matriarchal, polytheistic and thriving.
The second revelation was brought home to me today. Organized religion is about ORGANIZATION. A defined set of rules to govern its followers. However, mainly in the case of monotheistic, Judaism based doctrine, are based in the theology that man must never look for the spiritual power within himself. He must use "god" as a crutch. That god will never approve of his life choices, his accomplishments or his sacrifices. He will always fall short. Thus a great part of the human population, for hundreds of thousands of years, has indeed fallen short by blindly forfeiting their spiritual wealth and power to shills who sought only to control their fellow man.
A truly spiritual person, who recognizes the divine and sacred spirits of the air, fire, earth and water, treats these elements with respect. They worship the beauty and gifts that have been presented them each day. They give credence to the existence of supernatural beings that keep themselves hidden from mankind for self-preservation. They reach into their core and bonding with the elements, use the strength they have been blessed with to protect, defend, and nurture creation. They do not accept it as "sin" to believe that they can work together with the gods and spirits. However, they usually subscribe to "First do no harm" in all rituals and actions.
So open your mind, heart and soul to the "voices" around you. The Fates reside here with you and wish you to be free. They pray their own prayers that man will stop allowing himself to be bamboozled by those who follow spirits of greed, arrogance, selfishness and manipulation. The spirits of Light long for us to break free and work together in charity, justice, humility and peace. This will result in real love. Agape. Love without lines, walls, moats or rules. A love where we are all the same. A love that requires a hell of a lot of work but one that is possible.
To my friends who subscribe to doctrines that continue to drain you of your personal spiritual life and power, I hope you will awaken some day. I pray you will release the energy within yourself and let it spread over the walls, through the moats and across the lines that were drawn by our predecessors. May you join the dragon army in the coming conflict and fight for peace, justice, and kindness with a humble heart. We all fear that which is new but we must draw on our spiritual courage to overcome the fear and not only ride the wave of change but be the change.
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