chapter 19

And the Lord, once again, what’s that now, 668, said to Moses and this time, Aaron as well. So things are changing. Aaron is back on the team. And that could mean a couple things. Moses is going to cut him down from an elevated place. Or Moses needs his help getting ready for battle. Or both.

“This is the ritual.”

“What now, oh Lord.”

“Bring me a red virgin cow never worked no marks no defects. And burn it.”

“Well, Lord, that makes good sense.”

“Don’t even think of sarcasm, you shitty primate.”

So Eleazar, son of Aaron the priest, had the cow slaughtered, dipped his hand in its hot blood, sprinkled it at the tent and they made a big fire and burnt the cow.

Then they washed on the 3rd and 7th day and had yet another law for ever. Even strangers had to slaughter and burn cows.

One must remember, these are simple primates and haven’t started thinking yet. And we don’t want to suggest that there weren’t other primates somewhere else at the time living in a different subjective time. Not every culture was as mindlessly brutal as the Holy Hebrews.

But let’s not be too hard on the Israelites. They were literally beaten slaves. They were forbidden to take from the tree of knowledge. So it takes them a little longer to catch up. Be nice to your Hebrew friends and show them that it is okay, and necessary to wonder about the universe and where we are in it. It is good to know that the universe is 13.7 billion years in the making and we are the ancestors of the gods. Simply backwards to their foolish cult.

Another thing to remember, they may be just pretending to be fucking idiots.

Anyone touches a dead person is unclean 7 days. This is a time for cow ashes. And hyssop. Clean on 3rd and 7th day and death to anyone who don’t. Kill the fuckin’ fuckers.

Spare the sword. Spoilt the hoard.

This is a law for ever.


chapter 20

The Israelites moved to Zin, seems we are in year 14 now. Of the 40. They stayed at Kadesh and buried Miriam. She was dead.

The several million people were without water and started crying about their home in Egypt. Again. Why hadn’t the Lord killed ‘em all already. The desert is a wretched place for a camp of millions.

So the Lord tells Moses and Aaron to talk to the rock before the whole community.

Vs. 10: “Listen you rebels. Shall we get water for you out of this rock.”
EQ

“Sure Lord, that’s a great idea. Always copious amounts of water in rocks. Especially in the desert.”

“Who said that. I’ll feed him his nuts.”

So Moses hit the rock twice with his stick and out came enough water for all the people and beasts. Which means something like a river.

I still find it hard to believe that anyone would make a religion from a bad horror fairy tale. But it happens over and over.

The Lord was pissed because he said talk to the rock and Moses hit it.

Vs. 12: “Because you did not trust Me enough to affirm My sanctity in the sight of the Israelite people, therefore you shall not lead this congregation into the land that I have given them.” EQ

Then they asked the king of Edom if they could walk on through with a few million people and several million animals. They promised to stay on the King’s highway.

“No. You come near us, we hack you down.”

“It is but a small matter.”

“Small matter. You are a mad unhealthy lot of bloody cattle worshipping ignorant thieving murderers. Fuck off.”

So they went to Mount Hor, near the land of Edom.

“Moses, since you hit the rock instead of talking to it, Aaron must die.”

“Fare enough.”

So they hiked up the hill, took Aaron’s clothes off and put them on Eleazar. You narrator would say that Eleazar was the son of Moses.

Vs. 26: There Aaron shall be gathered unto the dead. EQ

They killed Aaron on the mountain. Hacked his head off.

The community knew Aaron was dead on the mountain. Murdered by the man that called him his brother.

So they cried for 30 days.


chapter 21

At long last we come to some genocide. The holy ritual of the mad killer primates.

When the Canaanite King saw the millions of Israelites, he went to war with them and took prisoners.

So Israel says to the Lord, if you deliver these people unto us, we will kill every last motherfuckin’ one of them, their children and their animals and burn down their cities and take only the metal reserves to furnish our holy tent. Maybe make a few weapons.

So the Lord heard their plea and was happy to hear it made good sense. The Lord and his army of 600,000 hungry and desert crazy mad men butchered every man, women and child. Every cat, dog, rabbit, cow, duck and pig. Finally doing something useful.

They gathered the metal and burnt everything to the ground.

Then they marched from Mount Hor past the Sea of Reeds to check out Edom.

There the soldiers started bitching again. Against God and Moses. Why did we leave Egypt, we got no bread or water. Just fuckin’ manna. And the plunder of a small nation.

So the Lord, or compassionate and slow to anger God, sent dragons breathing fire. Their bite venomous. And many died.

And the people cried.

“Enough already, we don’t need bread or water, tell the Lord to call off the Goddamn venomous dragons.”

“Right then, make a dragon on a stick. Look at it when you are bit.”

“That makes sense.”

Moses made the holy dragon out of copper and put it on a stick.

Then they marched to Oboth, to lye-Alarim, to the wadi Zered, to Arnon, territory of the Amorites.

And something I’ve seen nowhere else in the bible, a quote from a different book.

It ain’t significant but here it is: vs. 14: “…Wahab in Saphah, and the wadis: the Arnon 15. With tributary wadis, stretched along the settled country of Ar, hugging the territory of Moab…” EQ

From there to, wait, the book was called, what a surprise: ‘Book of the Wars of the Lord’.

Wars of the Lords. Moses wasn’t the only tyrant. Even if he didn’t exist and the story is fiction, it was written by people who knew how the world was. Fuckin’ brutal. We are a little better now. Even if the media assholes give nothing but news of murder and war, the likeliness of dying from the hand of another primate is at a record low. The age of enlightenment is upon us. We have become smart enough to understand that cooperation can be much more profitable and, not least of all, fun.

A few thousand years ain’t so very long for a species. Behind us on planet Earth is about 4 billion years of ancestors, much of which was as bacteria in the oceans and lakes. Just 600 million years ago, perhaps after the most sever ice age the planet has had, evolution really got moving. In a very hot stormy environment. About a million or 2 years ago primates started standing up and taking notice. They took a chance with fire. They tried out many things. Much of which has been in the last few hundred years. The most resent, perhaps some places somewhere a few thousand years, the primates, with their new big brains, started developing levels of consciousness and comprehension.

“If the doors of perception were cleansed, man would see things as they truly are, infinite.” William Blake wrote that.

And this is what is happening now. We are seeing that we are in a universe. And that we are of the universe. And that black holes may actually be like eggs that become new universes. What it matters. Perhaps that it matters. That it is matter. And everything takes forever. Sometimes, we find that we are in it. Heaven for those who care to be in it. Hell for those who don’t.

Alas, let us focus once again on the invading Israelites. The holy exterminators in the holy hate propaganda fairy tale.

Then the Lord gave the Israelites water.

And they sang a song about digging a well. Beer means well.

The foreign minister sent a message to King Sihon. “Let us march our several million people and animals through your land. We won’t touch nothin’.

The King of the Amorites said.

“No.”

He knew they were lying, murdering mad primates carrying their holy flags of holy genocide. He took an army out to meet the Israelite army.

And Israel slaughtered them. Hacked them to pieces. With their swords.

Then they took their land. From Arnon to Jabbok, as far as Ar, city of Jazer. They took all the towns. And the towns in Heshbon and all its dependencies.

A dependency pays to not get slaughtered by a local power. And the local power protects them from other powers that want to plunder. Or murder. Long tradition that says: “We have the weapons and means to kill all of you, we won’t if you follow the tax laws we give you, which may include the raping of the odd little girl or boy.”

What it doesn’t usually say is: “Until the other Lord’s murdering machine comes along and wipes us all off the face of the Earth.”

And because a king had stole from another king before the Israelite invasion.

They sang a song.

Something like: We came to a place where a king overpowered another king then we over powered him and everyone else. We are the fuckin’ best.

Standard. Dead people seldom made a song to say:

We were working in the fields,
Feeding our family with our yields.
Along comes the fuckin’ Israelites.
Kills us all with sword and dynamite.

But if someone thought to, they might.

Then they marched to Bashan, where King Oz ruled. Always tyrant rule. That is our history. At least what we learn in houses of the holy and most school books. Peace time is seldom reported. Take Costa Rica for an example. Though the name would suggest it was a rich coast, there were few resources for the European invaders to plunder, so they, the natives, saw little of brutal war. And thus have little in the way of grand history books or grand art work.

Back to the genocide campaign for land and resources. The Israelites killed every last mother-fuckin’ one of them.


chapters 22 - 25