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Notes and tidbits posted on FB and Twitter. Part 145

Note: I take notes of books I read and comment on events and edit sentences that fit my style. I pay attention to researched documentaries and serious links I receive. The page is long and growing like crazy, and the sections I post contains a month-old events that are worth refreshing your memory.

If there is an Arab civilization then it was created during the Omayyad period since the people in that part of the Near East could comprehend and write Aramaic.  The classical Arabic language was established and spread during the Omayyad dynasty.

For the Arab Nations (about 22 States) to exist in the future they have to mind their classical language and enrich it with various modern “Arabic” slang words and expressions to be viable among the Arab people.

Have you tasted Wasabi? This Japanese green peas size condiment? I ate two of them in one setting.  I challenge you to try. One suggestion: close your nose, otherwise the vapor of pimento will blind you.

The UNSC just voted on a resolution rejecting Trump’s decision, but the US vetoed it (14-1). Let’s stand up to US bullying across the region. Next step would be the entire UN, where US will have no veto power and cannot even vote since the resolution is against it. As we say: without our membership, you role is void and Not valid 

~Dr. Gabor Maté on the Myth of “Normal” in Psychological Disorders. He explains how mental distress and pathology exists in a continuum and are largely a result of a materialist culture that rigidly “idealize individuality and ignores emotional needs,” prioritizing objects over people and well being. https://crazywisefilm.com

I say: the responsibility of the individual is to fight for fairness and equal opportunities, against all kinds of discrimination in communities. Hating you for doing The Right thing is the ultimate in respect.

We don’t regret failing the Big Life Changes: just the tiniest changes that were feasible and had plenty of support to undertake them.

We have always attributed our reality to act of God, His will, our Destiny; we have been sons of God until recently.

God is no longer the sole and exclusive owner of man.  Research and technology is altering many genomes for a healthier man, even before he is born, even when he is a fetus, even by sorting out and selecting one among the many embryos to re-insert in the mother’s uterus.  Man has started to affect genetically future generations.  Can the religious sects leave us in peace?

Man is becoming part owner of the creation process, though with admittedly a tiny share to appease the religious clergies and tight-assed conservatives.  As long as man is Not able to tamper with the brain on a large scale, then God will still have the bigger share to man.

When you partially own a person then you are responsible for the whole entity.  

We tended to let God off the hook for too long.  If man has to be taken to court for wrong doing or designing and manufacturing defective products, then it is about time that God be taken to court after each war, each genocide, each apartheid systems of suffering and humiliation.

The Zionist movement and the various Zionist lobbies in the US and France…take arms against this “Jew hater of Jews. A Jews who criticizes the State of Israel for occupying Palestinian lands, or applying apartheid policies of discriminating among Jews and non-Jews (Goim) in Israel, differentiating among European Jews and Middle-Eastern Jews and so-called Jews from Ethiopia in higher civil services

 

 

 

What if ruins talk no more?

So many ruins

Stones, dying languages, ethnic minorities, religious minorities

All kinds of new ruins piling up

Fast.

Archeologists are becoming scarce.

Ethnologists are dwindling:

Modern customers no longer care for the past.

The past resembles the present so strikingly;

A past turned shameful any which way the story is retold.

God of Time, Space, Places

How can we remember you when your ruins

Talk no more?

You have a steady job of Eternal Reservist

The soldier not having to wait long

To be called upon in times of wars and calamities.

A symbol of mankind domination falls;

They have got to build another monument to hide the ruin.

What a better memorial of man’s futility

Than a horrible gigantic ruin?

God of Time, Space, Places

You are resurrected every second

By someone, somewhere

For no reasons

And that is your Sacred Power:

Nobody knows why they have got to resurrect You.

You the Eternal Mute favoring a few crazies

Interpreting your coded languages

Speaking in your name, divulging your secret purposes

To the billions of hapless souls:

Your less fortunate offspring

Dying every second of famine, curable diseases, and collateral war damages.

A few crazies not knowing how their day will end

But knowing perfectly well how their night will unfold:

Steams of nightmarish dreams

Of the worst kinds of horror movies.

God of Time, Space, Places

You archaic decrepit F of an entity.

You can’t even follow-up on the updates of your creations;

Can’t fathom the many theories of how you have created and what is your nature.

Old theories that keep recurring as if Time Space, and Places

Never changed.

Your creations seem never to learn much of anything.

God of Time, Space, Places

You archaic decrepit F of an entity;

You can’t manipulate the latest inventions of your creations

Ever more “performing”

Ever more confusing,

Even to the intelligence of your most Sacred Power.

I have a quick simple question to ask your Entity

“Are you at least having fun?”

Say YES  my Eternal Mute and I will be satisfied.

Move on stupid. Let go of Your God

On September 10, the morning of my seventh birthday, I came downstairs to the kitchen, where my mother was washing the dishes and my father was reading the paper or something, and I sort of presented myself to them in the doorway, and they said, “Hey, happy birthday!”

And I said, “I’m seven.” And my father smiled and said, “Well, you know what that means, don’t you?” And I said, “Yeah, that I’m going to have a party and a cake and get a lot of presents?”

And my dad said, “Well, yes. But more importantly, being seven means that you’ve reached the age of reason, and you’re now capable of committing any and all sins against God and man.”

Patsy Z and TEDxSKE shared a link.
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00:52 Now, I had heard this phrase, “age of reason,” before. Sister Mary Kevin had been bandying it about my second-grade class at school.

But when she said it, the phrase seemed all caught up in the excitement of preparations for our first communion and our first confession, and everybody knew that was really all about the white dress and the white veil.

And anyway, I hadn’t really paid all that much attention to that phrase, “age of reason.” So, I said, “Yeah, yeah, age of reason. What does that mean again?”

And my dad said, “Well, we believe, in the Catholic Church, that God knows that little kids don’t know the difference between right and wrong, but when you’re seven, you’re old enough to know better. So, you’ve grown up and reached the age of reason, and now God will start keeping notes on you, and begin your permanent record.”  

And I said, “Oh … Wait a minute. You mean all that time, up till today, all that time I was so good, God didn’t notice it?” And my mom said, “Well, I noticed it.”

And I thought, “How could I not have known this before? How could it not have sunk in when they’d been telling me? All that being good and no real credit for it.

And worst of all, how could I not have realized this very important information until the very day that it was basically useless to me?”

So I said, “Well, Mom and Dad, what about Santa Claus? I mean, Santa Claus knows if you’re naughty or nice, right?” And my dad said, “Yeah, but, honey, I think that’s technically just between Thanksgiving and Christmas.” And my mother said, “Oh, Bob, stop it. Let’s just tell her. I mean, she’s seven. Julie, there is no Santa Claus.”

Now, this was actually not that upsetting to me. My parents had this whole elaborate story about Santa Claus: how they had talked to Santa Claus himself and agreed that instead of Santa delivering our presents over the night of Christmas Eve, like he did for every other family who got to open their surprises first thing Christmas morning, our family would give Santa more time. (That’s the smart way of buying gifts: When they are on sale)

Santa would come to our house while we were at nine o’clock high mass on Christmas morning, but only if all of us kids did not make a fuss. Which made me very suspicious.

It was pretty obvious that it was really our parents giving us the presents. I mean, my dad had a very distinctive wrapping style, and my mother’s handwriting was so close to Santa’s.

Plus, why would Santa save time by having to loop back to our house after he’d gone to everybody else’s? There was only one obvious conclusion to reach from this mountain of evidence: our family was too strange and weird for even Santa Claus to come visit, and my poor parents were trying to protect us from the embarrassment, this humiliation of rejection by Santa, who was jolly — but let’s face it, he was also very judgmental. So to find out that there was no Santa Claus at all was actually sort of a relief.

I left the kitchen not really in shock about Santa, but rather, I was just dumbfounded about how I could have missed this whole age of reason thing.

It was too late for me, but maybe I could help someone else, someone who could use the information. They had to fit two criteria: they had to be old enough to be able to understand the whole concept of the age of reason, and not yet seven.

The answer was clear: my brother Bill. He was six. Well, I finally found Bill about a block away from our house at this public school playground. It was a Saturday, and he was all by himself, just kicking a ball against the side of a wall.

I ran up to him and said, “Bill! I just realized that the age of reason starts when you turn seven, and then you’re capable of committing any and all sins against God and man.” And Bill said, “So?” And I said, “So, you’re six. You have a whole year to do anything you want to and God won’t notice it.”

And he said, “So?” And I said, “So? So everything!” And I turned to run. I was so angry with him. But when I got to the top of the steps, I turned around dramatically and said, “Oh, by the way, Bill — there is no Santa Claus.”

04:48 Now, I didn’t know it at the time, but I really wasn’t turning seven on September 10th. For my 13th birthday, I planned a slumber party with all of my girlfriends, but a couple of weeks beforehand my mother took me aside and said, “I need to speak to you privately. September 10th is not your birthday. It’s October 10th.” And I said, “What?”

05:13 “Listen. The cut-off date to start kindergarten was September 15th.”

 “So I told them that your birthday was September 10th, and then I wasn’t sure that you weren’t just going to go blab it all over the place, so I started to tell you your birthday was September 10th. But, Julie, you were so ready to start school, honey. You were so ready.”

I thought about it, and when I was four, I was already the oldest of four children, and my mother even had another child to come, so what I think she — understandably — really meant was that she was so ready, she was so ready.

Then she said, “Don’t worry, Julie. Every year on October 10th, when it was your birthday but you didn’t realize it, I made sure that you ate a piece of cake that day.”

Which was comforting, but troubling. My mother had been celebrating my birthday with me, without me.

06:05 What was so upsetting about this new piece of information was not that I had to change the date of my slumber party with all of my girlfriends. What was most upsetting was that this meant I was not a Virgo.

I had a huge Virgo poster in my bedroom. And I read my horoscope every single day, and it was so totally me.

And this meant that I was a Libra?

So, I took the bus downtown to get the new Libra poster. The Virgo poster is a picture of a beautiful woman with long hair, sort of lounging by some water, but the Libra poster is just a huge scale. This was around the time that I started filling out physically, and I was filling out a lot more than a lot of the other girls, and frankly, the whole idea that my astrological sign was a scale just seemed ominous and depressing.

06:55 But I got the new Libra poster, and I started to read my new Libra horoscope, and I was astonished to find that it was also totally me.

 It wasn’t until years later, looking back on this whole age-of-reason, change-of-birthday thing, that it dawned on me: I wasn’t turning seven when I thought I turned seven. I had a whole other month to do anything I wanted to before God started keeping tabs on me. Oh, life can be so cruel.

One day, two Mormon missionaries came to my door. Now, I just live off a main thoroughfare in Los Angeles, and my block is — well, it’s a natural beginning for people who are peddling things door to door.

Sometimes I get little old ladies from the Seventh Day Adventist Church showing me these cartoon pictures of heaven. And sometimes I get teenagers who promise me that they won’t join a gang and just start robbing people, if I only buy some magazine subscriptions from them.

So normally, I just ignore the doorbell, but on this day, I answered. And there stood two boys, each about 19, in white, starched short-sleeved shirts, and they had little name tags that identified them as official representatives of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, and they said they had a message for me, from God.

I said, “A message for me? From God?” And they said, “Yes.” Now, I was raised in the Pacific Northwest, around a lot of Church of Latter-day Saints people and, you know, I’ve worked with them and even dated them, but I never really knew the doctrine, or what they said to people when they were out on a mission, and I guess I was sort of curious, so I said, “Well, please, come in.”

And they looked really happy, because I don’t think this happens to them all that often.

08:35 And I sat them down, and I got them glasses of water — Ok, I got it, I got it. I got them glasses of water. Don’t touch my hair, that’s the thing.

You can’t put a video of myself in front of me and expect me not to fix my hair. Ok.

 So I sat them down and I got them glasses of water, and after niceties, they said, “Do you believe that God loves you with all his heart?” And I thought, “Well, of course I believe in God, but you know, I don’t like that word ‘heart,’ because it anthropomorphizes God, and I don’t like the word, ‘his,’ either, because that sexualizes God.”

But I didn’t want to argue semantics with these boys, so after a very long, uncomfortable pause, I said, “Yes, yes, I do. I feel very loved.” And they looked at each other and smiled, like that was the right answer.

And then they said, “Do you believe that we’re all brothers and sisters on this planet?” And I said, “Yes, I do.”

And I was so relieved that it was a question I could answer so quickly. And they said, “Well, then we have a story to tell you.”

09:53 And they told me this story all about this guy named Lehi, who lived in Jerusalem in 600 BC. Now, apparently in Jerusalem in 600 BC, everyone was completely bad and evil. Every single one of them: man, woman, child, infant, fetus. And God came to Lehi and said to him, “Put your family on a boat and I will lead you out of here.”

And God did lead them. He led them to America. I said, “America?

From Jerusalem to America by boat in 600 BC?” And they said, “Yes.”

10:29 Then they told me how Lehi and his descendants reproduced and reproduced, and over the course of 600 years, there were two great races of them, the Nephites and the Lamanites.

 And the Nephites were totally good — each and every one of them — and the Lamanites were totally bad and evil — every single one of them just bad to the bone.

Then, after Jesus died on the cross for our sins, on his way up to heaven, he stopped by America and visited the Nephites.

And he told them that if they all remained totally, totally good — each and every one of them — they would win the war against the evil Lamanites. But apparently somebody blew it, because the Lamanites were able to kill all the Nephites.

All but one guy, this guy named Mormon, who managed to survive by hiding in the woods. And he made sure this whole story was written down in reformed Egyptian hieroglyphics chiseled onto gold plates, which he then buried near Palmyra, New York.

Well, I was just on the edge of my seat.

Americans, here in the U.S.” And I said, “So, you believe the Native Americans are descended from a people who were totally evil?” And they said, “Yes.”

Then they told me how this guy named Joseph Smith found those buried gold plates right in his backyard, and he also found this magic stone back there that he put into his hat and then buried his face into, and this allowed him to translate the gold plates from the reformed Egyptian into English.

12:05 Well, at this point I just wanted to give these two boys some advice about their pitch.

 “Ok, don’t start with this story.” I mean, even the Scientologists know to start with a personality test before they start telling people all about Xenu, the evil intergalactic overlord.

Then, they said, “Do you believe that God speaks to us through his righteous prophets?” And I said, “No, I don’t,” because I was sort of upset about this Lamanite story and this crazy gold plate story, but the truth was, I hadn’t really thought this through, so I backpedaled a little and I said, “Well, what exactly do you mean by ‘righteous’?

And what do you mean by prophets? Like, could the prophets be women?” And they said, “No.” And I said, “Why?” And they said, “Well, it’s because God gave women a gift that is so spectacular, it is so wonderful, that the only gift he had left over to give men was the gift of prophecy.”

What is this wonderful gift God gave women, I wondered? Maybe their greater ability to cooperate and adapt?

13:17 Women’s longer lifespan? The fact that women tend to be much less violent than men?

But no — it wasn’t any of these gifts. They said, “Well, it’s her ability to bear children.” I said, “Oh, come on. I mean, even if women tried to have a baby every single year from the time they were 15 to the time they were 45, assuming they didn’t die from exhaustion, it still seems like some women would have some time left over to hear the word of God.” And they said, “No.”

Well, then they didn’t look so fresh-faced and cute to me any more, but they had more to say. They said, “Well, we also believe that if you’re a Mormon, and if you’re in good standing with the church, when you die, you get to go to heaven and be with your family for all eternity.”

And I said, “Oh, dear. That wouldn’t be such a good incentive for me.”

14:12 And they said, “Oh.

Hey! Well, we also believe that when you go to heaven, you get your body restored to you in its best original state. Like, if you’d lost a leg, well, you get it back. Or, if you’d gone blind, you could see.”

I said, “Oh. Now, I don’t have a uterus, because I had cancer a few years ago. So does this mean that if I went to heaven, I would get my old uterus back?” And they said, “Sure.” And I said, “I don’t want it back. I’m happy without it.” Gosh. What if you had a nose job and you liked it?

14:48 Would God force you to get your old nose back? Then they gave me this Book of Mormon, told me to read this chapter and that chapter, and said they’d come back and check in on me, and I think I said something like, “Please don’t hurry,” or maybe just, “Please don’t,” and they were gone.

Ok, so I initially felt really superior to these boys, and smug in my more conventional faith. But then the more I thought about it, the more I had to be honest with myself.

If someone came to my door and I was hearing Catholic theology and dogma for the very first time, and they said, “We believe that God impregnated a very young girl without the use of intercourse, and the fact that she was a virgin is maniacally important to us.”

15:27 “And she had a baby, and that’s the son of God,” I mean, I would think that’s equally ridiculous. I’m just so used to that story.

So, I couldn’t let myself feel condescending towards these boys. But the question they asked me when they first arrived really stuck in my head: Did I believe that God loved me with all his heart?

Because I wasn’t exactly sure how I felt about that question. Now, if they had asked me, “Do you feel that God loves you with all his heart?”

Well, that would have been much different, I think I would have instantly answered, “Yes, yes, I feel it all the time. I feel God’s love when I’m hurt and confused, and I feel consoled and cared for. I take shelter in God’s love when I don’t understand why tragedy hits, and I feel God’s love when I look with gratitude at all the beauty I see.”

But since they asked me that question with the word “believe” in it, somehow it was all different, because I wasn’t exactly sure if I believed what I so clearly felt.

Fresh discovery: He is of Lebanese Origin your God

 Omar Sharif, Mika, Salma Hayek, Terrence Malick, Paul Anka, Shakira, the Mexican/Lebanese #1 world billionaire, the most educated minority in the USA…and many others are all international celebrities of Lebanese origin.
The Phoenician god El

 

But those big names are about to be eclipsed by the biggest personality of them all – God! According to the findings of a recent extensive investigation, God is also of Lebanese origin, a revelation that is bound to shock the world and increase the Lebanese people’s pride in their country.
Karl reMarks posted:

The investigation was carried out by the Lebanese Centre for the Discovery of Celebrities of Lebanese Origin, (LCDCLO), one of the most trusted organisations in the world in the field of tracing celebrities of Lebanese origin. The Beirut-based organisation employed a team of researchers over a period of five years and they were able to prove beyond doubt that God is indeed of Lebanese origin.

Although not much is known of God’s early days there were clues in religious texts to His background. For example the name of God in Phoenician is ‘El’ which is a Phoenician word and therefore a strong indication that He was Phoenician.

The Arabic name for God is ‘Allah’ which is part of the common Lebanese expression ‘inshallah’, hinting strongly at a connection between the two. Even in English, the word God sounds like the word God in the Lebanese dialect popular among teenagers in coastal cities.

Furthermore, historical research revealed that Eden is most likely to be the Lebanese town of Ehden, which explains why the townsfolk refer to God as one of them. The link is so strong that it is widely expected that famous Lebanese writer Nassim Nicholas Taleb, author of the influential book The Black Swan, would certainly endorse it. Taleb has emerged as a unique thinker in recent years and his authority is unparalleled.

The beautiful town of Ehden near the sky

On a less scientific level but no less authoritative, it is widely known that Lebanon has unmatched natural beauty, as if God wanted to give it that little bit extra to celebrate his place of origin. Lebanon’s scenic nature, mountains and sea are famed across the world, a fact that is proven by how many times it places on the top of polls to determine which countries are the most beautiful.

Another crucial piece of evidence is a bit of Lebanese folklore that is popular in traditional songs which goes ‘Lebanon is a piece of the sky’. Historians hired by the LCDCLO confirmed that this is proof of the connection between God and Lebanon, it has survived in the language for thousands of years as evidence of the connection between the Divine Being and his place of origin.

The Israeli lobby tried its best to discredit these important findings, arguing that in fact God clearly came from the land of Israel, as stated in the Bible which is the oldest monotheistic text. However a famous Lebanese poet refuted the Israeli claims and argued that since the mountains of Lebanon are the tallest in the region, they would have been God’s natural choice.

The news was met with massive celebrations in Lebanon, helping lift the gloomy mood in the country. Many people stated that they were not surprised because they always expected this to be the case, citing Lebanon’s divine beauty as clear proof.

Many said their desire to emigrate was primarily because they didn’t deserve to live in God’s own country.

The mood of celebration was slightly soured however by clashes among Lebanese of different factions as to what the real sect of God is. In certain parts of the country the clashes descended into armed skirmishes in which light weapons were used.

The upside however is only the real people of God could feel so passionately about Him.

Note: Adam and Eve lived in Heaven Lebanon. Even now, Lebanese cannot enjoy electricity, running water, institutions designed to serve the citizens, potable water, an elected parliament or able to elect a President to its Republic.

– See more at: http://www.karlremarks.com/2014/11/god-is-of-lebanese-origin.html#sthash.jswbF1OS.dpuf

We need Him a witness (July 14, 2009)

 

            I raised an army and defeated people, entered cities, slaughtered, hanged, maimed, terrified, and ruled; I need a God to witness my deeds.

            I split the atom, generated nuclear energy, searched the stars, and landed on planets; I need a God to witness my intelligence and perseverance.

            I joined the resistance against occupiers and was ready to fall a martyr and I need a God to witness that I was steadfast in my dignity.

            I am living in a desolate region; I am dying of thirst, famine, and curable diseases; I need a God to witness my suffering.

            I am an aristocrat and I inherited a fortune; I need a God to witness my self-sufficiency.

            I am an ascetic; I joined a sect that provides me with food and cares for my health; I need a God to witness the hard life that I consecrated to meditation and repeating his 99 names.

 

            I was lucky to live long enough and ask “why I got to exist”.  I was lucky to survive long enough through hazardous risks and dangers while others were not born, stillborn dead, died prematurely, and died too young to worry about death. I need a God to witness that I am thankful

            I was lucky to care for imminent departures, dare look death in the eyes, converse with the universe, search for a point of application to move part of the world, to change, to redirect interests, to gain new relationships, to find the courage to confess, to confide bottled up emotions, verbalize uneasiness, to express frustrations clearly, to see nature grow, witness the existence of other living forms, to hang on to my garden, to get cozy in my quarter of solitude, to appreciate my rights as an individual and fight for them, and to get convinced that diversity is good and necessary. 

            I need a God to witness that I did my best to value exotic tendencies, conformist attitudes, conservative behaviors, revolutionary zeal, simple pleasures, a walk in nature, creating a void around me, and inviting boisterous neighbors.  I need a God to witness that I laughed at my limitations, allowed others to make fun of my idiosyncrasies, and showed off my capabilities.

            I need a God to witness that I discovered new cultures, customs, and traditions; that I started collecting artifacts, relics, manuscripts of dying civilizations; that I battled for species on the verge of extinction, minority and ethnic races swept aside by globalization; that I have gone to war for clean air and fresh potable water; that I demonstrated for parcels of wild prairies and virgin forests.

 

            I don’t need a Creator, all Compassionate, all Vengeful, all Knowledge; it is irrelevant.  I am good, evil, mean, cruel, benevolent, and respectful; who I am is also irrelevant. When all is said and done I need a God who never dies and remembers everything.  I need a God to witness that I was a survivor; that once upon a time I did exist.

Son of Man: Margin for Freedom

Does heredity define to great extent every individual?  

Is every one of us the product of long lines of successive unions?

Yet, the probability of identical persons is nil among the billions upon billions of human kinds that roamed earth.

Every person that dies is never replaced and his unique set of characteristics, and the identical set is gone for ever. 

Maybe our margin for developing certain characteristics is limited. Even then, what could be modified a little by nature, environment, social conditions, and personal thrive will have an impact in defining future generations.

We have always attributed our reality to act of God, His will, our Destiny. We have been sons of God until recently

Research and technology are altering many genomes for a healthier man, even before he is born, even when he is a fetus, even by sorting out and selecting one among the many embryos to re-insert in the mother’s uterus. 

Man has started to affect genetically future generations.  God is no longer the sole and exclusive owner of man

Mankind is becoming part owner, though with a tiny share so far. 

As long as man is not able to tamper with the brain on a large-scale, then God will still have the bigger share in man. 

When you partially own a person then you are responsible for the whole entity

We tended to let God off the hook for too long.  If man has to be taken to court for wrong doing or designing and manufacturing defective products, then it is about time that God be taken to court after each war, each genocide, each apartheid systems designed for the suffering and humiliation of fellow men.

We have always attributed to God all the good values, even the immoral values in our daily realities.  We have tried hard to interpret God frequent calamities in a lenient manner. 

If God exists, and he should exist, then God has to be taken to the International Tribunal for crimes against humanity. 

That is the margin of liberty that we still own; to study, read, reflect, have our own opinions, take hold of our personal responsibilities, and act accordingly.  When a person denies his own share of responsibility and stop reflecting and studying… all he does is then but wind. 

I have published many “poems” and I selected two that might be representative for this article.

I Say

I say, every one must have his identity:

Death has forced on us the I.

I say, what exists must be discovered:

Death impressed on us to know.

I say, every feeling must be experienced:

Death created stages for us to grow.

I say, there must be a meaning to life:

Death did not leave us a choice in that.

A Gentle Touch*

Prettier than white dust

You shall never be.

Uglier than a skeleton

You can never be.

Toward the scared souls, scared of death,

Scared in living,

Let your stretched hand

Be gentler, your voice softer.


Lethal Spiritual Myths (March 24, 2009)

 

As people delve into spirituality, a dangerous phenomenon is generated, mainly a firmer intolerance toward the spirituality of others. As if our newly acquired spirituality cannot develop without the debasement of other alternative spiritual methods. As if spirituality obeys the rule of demand and supply, or an accounting register that shows debit should match credit.

 

Myth one: Only one way leads to God.  This is the most dangerous and lethal myth that was the cause, and mostly the main excuse for many wars, persecutions, genocides, and judgments of our neighbors. 

 

The weakness in our spirituality is to blame the authorities or sacerdotal castes for the calamities that we perpetrate on others: We always fails to shoulder our individual responsibility for our belief system. 

 

That is why the authorities have an easy job of enslaving our spirit and guiding us whichever they wish us to do.

 

Myth two:  The spirit can cure-all.

There are countless individuals who realized that physicians can overcome illnesses that all our spiritual gimmicks could not cure. 

 

Many times, it is better to pray that the experienced surgeon still rely on God to guide his hands during operations.  How many were victims of curable illness simply because of taboo spirituality?

 

Myth three: Red meat obstructs divine light

There are many trends for “purifying our body” by eating the most appropriate kinds of food and how it should be cooked for various reasons, and basically and implicitly, based on religious doctrines.

 

There are sects that prohibit ale, onion, tomatoes, dairy product, leavened products, and sugar on the ground that they disturb focus in contemplation and meditations. 

 

Others sects prohibit other kinds of condiments on the ground that they are poison to the body ‘that shell that is sanctified by God“.

 

Jesus said “Evil is not in what enters your mouth but what goes out”.  Vegetables and flowers grown in greenhouses might be purer for the consumers, but they are incapable, as naturally grown vegetables, to resist minor weather variations. 

 

Vegetarians are still eating live condiments that obey the cycle of life, as we will also end up being food for lower creatures and fishes.

 

Myth four: God is sacrificial.

People seek self-sacrificial ways by claiming that the road to heaven is through physical suffering.  If this world is a benediction of God then, why not take the opportunity to enjoying our life? 

 

Jesus Christ suffered for three days but he enjoyed most of his life traveling, meeting people, sharing his bread, and disseminating his message of tolerance and charity.

 

The Prophet Muhammad said “Unhappiness is contagious; if you are unhappy you extend it to your neighbors”

 

Myth five: God is a concept that became real, like the number zero and the imaginary number in mathematics, for constructing moral values that suit Nations. 

 

This myth is intrinsically related to myth one: God was rendered indispensable for mankind, was reduced to serve man, malleable to man’s desires and his will for power. 

 

God is used to harangue armies to war and to escape the resolutions of real problems.  Man manipulates God as the arbiter in nuclear debates and even in school systems. 

 

God is used to lambast totalitarian regimes, Marxist regimes, opposition political parties, discriminating among the evil and good States, and West versus East.

 

God is made use of to justify repression, apartheid, genocide, and racism.

 

God is used as a moral police force to subjugate recalcitrant opinions. 

 

God is even used in sciences under masked names such as “I don’t know, it escapes human cognitive power, providence, organized chaos, other irrational causes, and so on”. 

 

Religions have instituted sacerdotal castes with power to dominate and regulate civil life from birth to death.  As long as institutions and State governments use God to do business then, God is another useful commodity and versatile enough to be transacted any which way. 

 

No, God is an individual necessity and has nothing to do with collective usage.  God never needed an institution to promote Him. 

 

Man had the firmament of stars, of nature, of the huge varieties of animals, vegetables, fruits, insect, seasons, thunderstorms, volcanoes, tidal waves, the sun, and the moon to believe that there is a God,.

 

Is that another myth that nothing man does will not fructify if God did not participate in the process?


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