chapter 04

Right then. Back to the lake to tell the story about the sower of seeds. To demonstrate in a story one possible way to perceive what the secret is behind the meaning of our being suddenly aware that we are becoming aware of being aware that our awareness must mean something.

Which is does.

It doesn't mean God made us in six days and made worshipping our meaning. In fact, or all the meanings to start with, well, we didn't start just a few years ago, so let's say, to the meanings to concern us so madly, this meaning is childish. And to make it not a good thing, for children are often right enough.

The meaning we hold to is wrong. Flog it.

A book is not evidence if it sells the impossible. And it still is not holy if it strives to tell the truth from which ever humble or megalomaniac writer.

And most writers are both.

And perhaps most extreme.

Taking on the pen as their sword to attempt to bash into people's minds the meaning they feel real enough to want to use their time on the planet to learn how to make themselves clear enough with themselves to understand their characters.

And no, a writer does not really suffer; it is an addiction. The hope that it matters that it matters.

Which is a little off topic.

But it is not fear of God that matters. And we will repeat this point often, old dead Jesus and your humble megalomaniac maniac narrator.

We'll use GNB vs. 11: You have been given the secret of the Kingdom of God, ... End Quote.

And I think even the Catholics may admit that God is life. Which, if they do, they have admitted that we are part of life. The brains for now. Which without the faintest twist of definition or meaning:

We are the gods. Heaven is here and now.

Don't worship dead people.

Jesus Christ.

Give him a break. Let him be a man on a mission for life. His descendants. The Gods.

Us.

Quote vs. 12: GNB no, I like Gideon here better. I'm certain your King James version is as good. Maybe even prettier.

Okay, the Quote for real:

That seeing they may see,
and not perceive;
and hearing they may hear,
and not understand;
lest at any time they should be converted
and their sins should be forgiven them.

End Quote

That beat Ecclesiastes by a hair. Or thread.

Jesus explained it a little different. So did more than a million other people. Many stoned for being non believers. Or burnt.

Stop killing the prophets who say:

The kingdom of heaven is right flogging now. Life blessed us.

Then Jesus told about not not doing what you know you should be doing. Which is simple. Yet not easy.

Then seed stories again. And the mustard seed faith thing.

And so we remember that this is a story about a man at a time. The book contains the words. Everything else plays up in our heads. It is real life theater.

Everything that comes out of a pen is subjective.

The story, if you don't have the original there, is that Jesus telling the storm to chill.

Which, people, is a story.

And it could happen to anyone.

I mean, if they got faith. Or the force.

Everybody wants to be Jesus.

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Now the story about the mad man and the pigs.

When reading Matthew, I thought there was more than one mad man, multi personality, which is a real condition but it doesn't have to be mad out of control. Most writers have to have or they write because they are harboring a legion.

If there is constant arguing, 6 will drive you mad. And a moral framework and conduct diplomacy is required of every creature that lives and dies with other creatures.

Now if Jesus can tell someone this, maybe that someone will believe it. I find multiple personalities, or characters, much more entertaining than television.

But who wants to admit that those sexual desires we allow our brain to play with if we haven't managed to hold it in shackles.

I'm going to conclude something very different just to throw you off.

Jesus had no bloody right to send 2 thousand pigs into the sea to drown.

This bit of the New Testament is not true.

The pig herders.

Pig herders on the mountain.

People please.

The demons jumped out of someone's head and 2 thousand pigs killed themselves.

A pig does not care about humans. In fact they likely find us disgusting. If the 2 thousand pigs had screamed:

"We don't want to be butchered by the Pig eating Romans. Jesus Christ save us too."

That I would believe.

Because it has plausibility.

Everything that can be is plausible.

Pigs did not run off the cliff. And there are many who suspect that even Lemmings don't have this tendency. That people will believe they do if someone see half a dozen jump off a cliff when big scary human monsters are chasing them. They aren't as clever as pigs. But suicidal tendencies is a very human thing and is directly related to self awareness and lack of meaning.

And had Jesus really managed to scare 2,000 pigs into suicide, I would be in the crowd that told him to go far away.

Demons possessing pigs. Come. Let it go.

So Jesus went somewhere else.

Who had that put in there with the pigs. Off with his head.

"Burn him."

"Smash his bones and burn him again."

'Christian soldiers' is an oxymoron. 'Christian church' is an oxymoron.

The whole bloody royal family myth blood line nonsense is an oxymoron.

Let me quote Gideon version once and we move onward.

Quote vs. 11: "... a great herd of swine feeding" and, sorry, vs. 5: "... always, night and day, he was in the mountains, ..." End Quote.

Eating only mountain pig.

Okay, here the story is: little daughter and she is twelve and Jairas, a high ranking Jew, asks Jesus to bring his daughter back to life.

He has trouble getting through the crowds and stops to talk to a woman when her bleeding finally stopped upon touching his rob.

I'm not going to try to make it work. It is a mistake to believe miracles are things only Jesus does or that he could do anything regardless of laws of physics in combination with carbon based self reflecting primates.

Whatever.

Detail distraction. The important point to note is that Jesus says, and even knows all along as he take his time to get there: GNB vs. 39: "... the child is not dead - she is only sleeping!"

And Mark is a strange fellow. I don't believe him that she is twelve. Why, well it is too important for his story.

This doesn't prove Jesus went to have a visit with his wife or a girl friend. But there is no denying the avoidance of the subject of sex. As if kids came from God or storks.

Do we worship a children's fairy tale.

I'm amazed. Like everyone else.

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GNB vs 2: !... How does he perform miracles?" End Quote.

Well, he doesn't. Or better said. Exactly the question is the answer. Keyword. perform. He sets them up.

I do suspect, however, that miracles might have performed. Or let us say. Formed him.

Religious experiences. Coincidences that might not be simple coincidence and some kind of something is more and bigger than us. The performers.

Well sure there is.

We are a big part of life here on planet Earth now. We are dependent on life. Life not on us.

Believe life is God if it helps you. Don't believe it can be nailed down by humans with the tenacity to propose that the universe had 6 days without us. It had almost everywhere, and still not much more, all most no carbon based life. Even though it is inevitable. It is a fine thing that takes about 12 billion years for a very big universe to make a little of.

But it does it without trying. It is how it is and though it's hard for us to grasp. Everything in it as well.

Up until we came along.

Think about that.

Life has to go through nonsense like us.

In verse three again the logic, if Jesus got at least four brothers and at least two sisters and Mary mothered them all. Then he ain't nothin' but a punk ass kid that disrespects the laws of his ancestors. And proven with rivers of blood religious laws to boot.

Well flog that.

Jesus said, and I Quote vs. 4, to them, "A prophet is respected everywhere except in his own home town and by his relatives and his family."

End Quote.

And all I will say to that is. "Jesus, I hear ya."

And I'm certain you ain't a pig terrorist.

Yes a prophet. There is no such thing as a prophet. It is better explained in pagan belief.

Pagan religion is also an oxymoron.

Shaman. That ain't bad. And in simple physical reality terms. Shamen, if they are at all shamen, or shawomen, are exceptionally clever. Not any idiot can be clever. A president, sure. But what we call prophet is someone with their eyes and ears open and understanding.

Something that, if our descendants survive, will be the norm and not for the poor lonely, souls who mistakenly think they can shoulder the burdens of the world.

And in verse twelve, an interesting new point.

Quote: "They drove out many demons, and rubbed olive-oil on many sick people and healed them."

End Quote.

First mention of a real remedy. For all those people with skin trouble in the desert climate.

And again the John the Baptist on a plate story.

This is tragically eternally, at least resent eternity with us and heads and stuff, always true.

Someone marries his brother's wife and wants to make love to the daughter, tells her. And either she goes for it. On account some woman can be charmed with a kings wealth. But she wasn't and someone who actually tryed to warn Herod Jr. of his testosterone madness.

Ends up losing his head.

What do people mean when they say they believe in Jesus.

Or. How does it mean anything. Especially if people profess with great and mighty authority that they believe in the salvation of Jesus flogging Christ. Is is a thing you own so you are better protected from death than those who don't.

The only way to heaven is back here.

Anyhead. The moral of the head on a plate story could be.

Do not swear by heaven or earth.

Ever.

For the simple reason you might actually believe your own, often mad, proclamation.

I will attempt to save the honour of Jesus.

First thing tomorrow.

The only real different thing in the rest of feeding 5,000 women and their men and children, is, Peter don't try to walk on the water when he thinks he sees Jesus doing it.

Well, I'm sorry. Unless it was frozen, he didn't. Don't argue: well, it was written.

I put a bucket of water in the stove and pulled out a dog.

His name was rabbit and he ate only fur from rats and bats and barked all the time.

So the neighbors soaked a rubber sponge with pig's blood, tears of a gypsy, sweat off the testicles of a Maltese Jaguar.

And by now, hopefully, you get the point.


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