When one is born into a religion that is supported and preached by family, friends and relatives, one would think a child would follow. To make the story, this stray child has to be conceived before wedlock. Virgin mothers are best for the story. Even better is that the child carries this dreaded crime in his very existence.
The bastard was in a hurry to get back on the planet. This is where it happens.
So what does a kid do. He says: hey, this doesn't work. In fact, it sounds like a lie. Lies are not the best way to frame ones lives. Why does the church believe it has the authority to sell lies.
Let's look at a few hit lies.
1. You go to heaven when you die.
No. There is a heaven of course. We are in it. My father's kingdom on Earth. Said the son of God. Never mind who's the son of who. There are gods. Not yet. We haven't become them yet. They are waiting in our anticipation that we don't tire of being born again. And again.
Translated. We, life, are, is still evolving. It has taken 14 billion years for what we think of as our universe, to come up with this. This den of thieves in Paradise. 14 billion years waiting to evolve to beginner gods and what. Amok TV watching lugs running, rolling or crawling over the brink.
And how come.
'Cause some one stole heaven.
2. Christ was a sinless virgin son of the one true God.
Sorry. Joseph was the father or he wouldn't have, whatever. Line of David. Mute point. They had no artificial insemination.
Sin is decided by a board of directors. No matter what the sin, it was defined by a bunch of old men who lacked sexual drive.
So dam those who have it. In fact. Make everything a sin, even thinking it. Then enforce it with a military police state.
That is simply a piss poor way to make it work. Terror manipulation.
Sins, laws. There are far too many definitions dictating human existence. The sins and laws are not real. Made by men.
Whether of not Christ had a wife or lover or not has nothing to do with it. He wants love like the next guy. And if he's going to tell his ancestors they are wrong after 4,000 years of choosing to be the chosen race. Well, of course he'll get a little flack. Need moral support.
History makes him a virgin to make him less likely. No one can stand in front of 4,000 years of a lie without balls. Or for women, whatever they say. I'd guess he had an insatiable appetite for life. The first hunger can not be a sin.
So just drop it.
The point is, he was jumping up and down trying to make a difference. And as usual, a board of directors constructs a new religion to fit the military, Roman, of the day. And when the world is kicked to shit and all the life burnt out of it, then the idiots will believe what they are told and not cause trouble.
Fuck that.
3. The dieing on the Cross Business
I can't imagine that it was an add campaign so the crew working on the next big religion could get into the jewelry business. It was the effect however. What Christ was up to was other. His situation was desperate. Not only were his Ancestors wrong, the Romans had invaded.
They loved hanging people on crosses. There were always hundreds of the fuckers hanging around dieing for no good reason. Other than the fun of power abuse. Terror governing.
Getting up there was no great trick.
The trick was, he wanted people to remember what he said. He figured it was worth his hide. And he was right. Some of his words have survived 2,000 years. They are buried in a pile of lies and sold by merchants. The ones above taxes. So that they can make it mean what suits their purpose.
War.
Now if that don't piss Christ off. I don't know.
"Killing for Christian dictatorship."
Not good. Not all that Christ like.
Even that chance he had to take.
Because, he was in love. And hoped it would be a better world when he came back. He believed, he and everyone would. It was how he saw it through the eyes of his goddess. His wife and grandmother.
He still wouldn't want to die on the cross. He knew heaven could be found in what we still consider very private places.
You still there.
Six days is the length in days it takes to die on a cross. Six hours on an Eclipse day. Full eclipse would be known by few. The privileged had the knowledge. Like today. Only they knew even less.
So they make a parade and nail him up. He knows his wife loves him and even if he does die, they will love again. How, he doesn't know. In fact, he sweats blood. The performance of his life would be a staged death.
"So give me that vinegar tasting stuff just before the sky goes dark. I'll scream and go into a semi-coma. Let them cut me a little then get me the fuck down and into that tomb."
"Jesus, relax, we've paid everyone and one of your angels will be with you."
"I'll be okay, you run along and tell the kids not to worry, we'll bugger off to Europe in a few days."
Point.
If Christ loved life, which is the impression one gets, he would have planned an out.
Or he was mad. Anyway. It's all in there. Pilot pretends to be surprised that Christ is dead. He sends the cult makers on their way to put the body in a huge cave for a couple days. Then he jumps up and leaves.
Most likely somewhere in Grease or Turkey. On the ocean.
Last Point.
The point is, what or who he was, who he had sex with, how often he jerked off. It doesn't matter. If a president cums on his secretary, it doesn't much matter. Until we decide to build a lie around it and beat at it till it looks like it matters.
The only weapon needed to pull off a religious assault is a little, never ask for all, that might come at the very end of this universe, just a little. A little look at it. And that will fuck up the rest of your life.
Anyone can do just about anything. Redefining of old definitions is never at an end. The universe, life, demands evolution. Things that aren't fit die out.
If we, us intelligent animated water and mineral sacks, so much long for meaning and gods, we have to make meaning and we have to give our descendents the chance to know that we are in it for them.
Over blown a little.
It's our choice though. If we kill ourselves now, for whatever stupid lie, we may be killing one of the few chances at truly intelligent life.
God knows what it is. We have to become her and them and us.
Second Last Point.
Angels. No body really believes in angels. Not because there aren't some. It's 'cause we've been taught they have wings and belong in heaven with god. Which is sort of true. Except for the wings and god. The angel is evolving out of the beast. It's part of life. The magic part we don't really believe anymore either. The simplest way to find angels is to love them to you. Christ was doing what he was doing because countless angels wanted him to. There wasn't a day when a friend or stranger said something that told Christ even more. His love and hunger and energy attracted people to him. Giving him their few words. He heard them all. He would have learned how to see the angel in everyone. They were just people. People are however the sum of much evolving. And more than likely, the most amazing creatures in the Universe.
He could have called his angels to take him from the cross. And I'm sure he did. After six hours. No war. Just one brilliant act that cost him and gave him his life.
And anyone can do it. The angels always come.
No one should have to live alone.
Third last point
What magic. Another slaughtering by the ignorant Merchants. They won the Church. They are the church. The last thing they want anyone to believe is that there is one church, two thirds under water, unless we melt the ice caps because we forget the Church is a paradise of magic. That life has the power.
No. The merchants said. Kill everything and put the pricks to work.
And what for.
Armageddon.
Fucking stupid. Stupid because it's pointless, reckless and unnecessary. It is a means to Military police state and ignorance. The war against the one church that can give us life in heaven right fuckin' now.
God dam it.
Forth last Point
Old lonely Man with white hair and beard makes a universe so he can have people killing for him under various interpretations of his nature. Fuckin' sick. How in a brilliant universe would anyone come up with such shit. Unless it's an easy way to rule with fear and ignorance.
Even if something like that was true. Fuck that. One fucker having his tedious show alone. I'll go rather with the goddess of life. Earth and all it's seductions. Sounds, motion, touch.
Fly to Mars to see the goddess as the ship come back to her. A paradise to model our universe.
Let's do it.
Fifth Last Point
You can believe what you want. Believe something conducive to living on one very fuckin' tiny sum of known paradise for air and water breathing creatures. Full of magic. Regardless of the creeds the merchants sell.
Kill you television. Forget the media.
Don't believe anything you read.
Nothing is fixed. Everything in and the universe are in motion. Always changing. So that there can be life in it. And maybe they can like it. Since the thing's here anyway and is nothing less than perfect. By never becoming it. Always becoming.
Sixth Final Last Point
The enemy is nothing. Everything else is confusion. The Vatican or the Mormons might have a little secret information the rest of the world doesn't have. Things like, life is real. Here we are. But it doesn't matter. Secrets are worthless. Having them is usually perversion of power.
Can we make the jump.
Silly not to when it's all there.
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