chapter 07

Mark tells the story of eating without following the rituals set out by the ancestors of the Jewish people. Well, most of them.

And either you are Jewish or you have friends who are Jewish or you live in a little village and don't have any friends. Jews have two sets of plates. Like Moslems, Jews don't eat pork. And if you want the details, check the Torah. That's what this is all about. And more than anything, the writers of the New Testament are, or have, doing what I am doing. And Mohammad and Joseph Smith. Oh what a silly book.

And to keep the Jews from getting their knickers in a twist, the new Christian book of the roman Empire has accepted the simple logics of Moses and turned them around to suit their needs.

And perhaps absurdities are weave throughout the book so we will remember one day that it was an idea. One way of describing one time from the perspective of someone working for the Roman Empire.

Which, supposedly has since fallen.

But not yet the very wealthy church. The new priests like the old priests. The holy Levites above the impossible law.

And the new Levites own land. And like the Torah, much of the land is soaked with blood and all have done their killing in the name of Christ.

This is an oxymoron. And we, the people of this planet are watching as we make a hell out of life paradise burning the blood out of the veins of the thin skin of a molten ball of boiling hot rock.

In case you didn't know.

Mark repeats Matt with a little more detail.

Still going on about what Moses said as if Moses was someone who spoke to God.

Like we are supposed to believe the pope does.

They got a God phone or what.

Mark dicides that if Jesus don't care what Moses said. He didn't say have two sets of plates. They only ate bloody manna.

The point being made is, your rituals are meaningless. Sure it's good to wash your hands and plates and all the rest. Your ass as well. Take a bath or a shower.

But just do it and don't make a bloody show of it. For Christ's Sake. What matters is what comes out of your mouth.

Then the story with the Gentile woman and her daughter.

Jesus tells her a riddle about dogs eating food of children and she answers if right and wins a healing for her kid.

And David Copperfield, be assured, always gets the fair maiden goddess of beauty, love and hot passionate sex that plays out in her every movement. Her every look. Her smell. Her taste.

Jesus tried to go take a break but some hoards followed. He took a deaf mute and spits with his fingers in his ears.

And we are to believe that the deaf mute is whole.

Ya well. I don't.

It ain't the real meaning of the story. It is a hearing and seeing at a different level that is being badly explained.

Open you eyes, see. And understand.

Overstand.

Stand up tall and be curious about the world around you. It's where you are.

chapter 08

Never mind aliens. We will soon have to explain ourselves to intelligent machines.

"Explain again, if you wish, why we should take you with us."

"Ah."

Mark tells the feeding of thousands in the desert with next to nothing.

Again, it ain't true.

Many scholars have tried to interpret this, which is in itself quite amazing. Some of those scholars, however come to the same conclusion that your humble, David Copperfield pure of heart kind of a soul, narrator.

Wait. Where is the bloody angel.

The conclusion.

Nonsense. Whatever happened did. It may very well have been a moving event, like a Maynard Ferguson concert was for trumpet players.

But the food Jesus gave out was little different from Maynard. Or Nina.

And this is a good thing.

Believing in Jesus doesn't make too much sense. It can be helpful. Even this message gets through:

Don't worship the dead. Life is for the living.

Seeing is believing.

No it isn't.

Flog.

Where are we here.

Priests ask Jesus to do tricks and he won't.

Then he goes off and here I must think of Hamlet. Because Hamlet does it much better. Then I can forget about this 101 rhetoric for a moment and get back to forcing out the point that Jesus, even if he didn't exist, or was someone completely different, should have been telling us:

"Our ancestors have made some horrible bloody mistakes in their effort in finding a way to deal with being aware of their condition. In fact. Until now, we have been mad. But we are cuddly, so let's do it better so our descendants have a chance to do it better.

Assholes."

Then he spit on a few people to make them see.

I've heard it asked; should one take the bible literally or figuratively.

Well, bloody hell, here's how you take it: You educate yourself. Go to a few different lands. Talk to a few thousand educated people. Read a thousand books written by brilliant writers. Read different philosophys and religions.

And most important. See what is real and don't force your ancestor's laws into it.

Then you will see; it's just another book.

And the writing of books can be a tedious waste of time.

Unless it inspires one, maybe three people to embrace the concept of evolution and accept their mission in it.

Take a walking part of the war.

That was a Roger Waters line so we'll zap back to Jesus.

"Don't tell no one I'm the messiah."

He means yet. And he should mean a messiah and he should say the place will be over run with messiahs soon. They'll write books, paint pictures, sing songs and dance their way through life encouraging others to wake up and grab heaven.

Mark makes it less clear that Jesus told the disciple his hanging on the cross and not being dead was something arranged with some of the most powerful monkies of the time.

But we are cuddly.

So forget yourself and pick up your cross, the burden of your ancestors, the sins they dropped on you, and follow the road that ain't a bloody burning hell of a dead end. Boycott world poisoning and outrageous tyranny against life and mankind.

What's the sense of having all the gold of the planet in one pile, all the oil and coal burnt, if all of life is dead.

Well. What is the flogging point, you self appointed holyer than thou bloody priests of law, ritual and plunder.

Some of you will see that the kingdom of God is here and now and that we are it.

chapter 09

That last bit was the start of Chapter 9.

Six days later. It might have been four but it was six. They went up the mountain, Jesus and his brothers and cousins. Peter, James and John. And Jesus get's a white robe from two guys in white robes and they were maybe real people. Two Romans. Or a Roman and a Jew. They didn't, and still don't all hate each other.

Peter, James and John thought they were Elijah and Moses.

"Moses, Jesus Christ, I thought you were dead. Must your tyranny rule forever. Can we not bury your laws of blind obedience to evil man made oppression laws and rituals."

"Shut up, Peter, we are talking about the bloody details of getting me on the cross for the eclipse."

"What."

"You aren't paying attention."

Jesus explains again that he will hang on the cross a few hours then disappear.

"Like a miracle."

"No."

"Like magic."

"No. Man. Like I told you. We want to be remembered, even if the Romans make a bloody church of our crusade, to tell people to wake up and get along."

"Okay, already."

Jesus does some healing then tells his disciples the cross story.

And the disciples, still not getting it, argue about who is going to be the greatest as if there was a stick you could measure it with.

I know. With which to measure it.

There ain't. Jesus told them. And here he is right. Much righter than our Music Television Hollywood consume all you can money is God idiot religion.

What, however, does not make the church right. In fact. The church is very wrong. One of the wrongest ailments of our time since a long time. And Jesus saw that the synagogue was wrong and wanted to right it and that's the story of a dead Jesus, even if he didn't die on a cross. Life eats us up and recycles us. It's evolution.

Kids should believe in those who believe in them.

To finish off the chapter, the Moses logic of ripping out eyes and cutting off limbs to reserve a place in heaven. As if suddenly heaven is no longer here.

Salt without saltyness might just as well be sand. Or turnip.

I love you.

Amen.


mark chapters 10 - 12