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Candles…a poem

white and brown church interior

and in their church
most holy
where people pay
for candles
to light the way
for those who have
made their final exit
prayers of farewell
prayers of love
and loss
heartbreak
and pain
drift toward
the painted ceiling
on wisps of smoke
spiraling from
the dancing flames
while priests
lead children
into rooms
where their innocence
will be taken from them
while others
look the other way
and do
nothing
at all
to stop
the
horror

 

 

Photo:  Ricardo Gomez Angel
Unsplash

Ganesha…Lord of intelligence and remover of obstacles

grayscale photo of mans face statue

Photo:  Sonika Agarwal
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Cherubs…

Cherub, Angel, Line Art, Cherubim

Light hit the first cherub hiding in the shadow, giving me glimpses of it’s baby face, pouty lips, fat belly, and one white knee.  The rest of him was hidden in the blackness of the alcove.

Europe is full of cherubs.  They live in churches and above doorways.  Some smile, others look evil.  I think they are.  Evil, I mean.  Some are leering and, now and then, one or two look innocent, but I doubt that they are.

Cherubs are the church’s watchdog’s.  Their hit boys.  They lurk and watch, their tiny wings fluttering, trying to hold up their chubby unbalanced bodies.  They hang around, looking over the shoulders of others, a ribbon or sash, their only clothing.  Perhaps they think of themselves as cute, when they wear nothing at all.  They do seem to love attention.

I see them more as something to use in Badminton games, when the birdies are missing.   I think they’re frustrated infants, locked into babyhood, never to grown into adulthood.  Spiteful, nasty bullies, precursors to today’s surveillance cameras.  Why else do you think the church made them up?  They’re narcs.

Loaded with cellulite, they hover, their fat little hands reaching for others, stern looks on their tiny faces.

Talk about creepy.  Stunted things, they flit back and forth watching the human race head toward oblivion.

 

Picture:  Pixabay

 

Okay, so…

Most people like the daytime.  A lot of people equate night with evil, or scary things, but that’s simply because we can’t see in the dark.

Here’s the thing.  If we could see at night, but not during the day, we would love the night and be afraid of, or dislike, the daytime.  It’s all about being able to see.

We put all kinds of meanings on things because we ourselves are limited in so many ways.  The things we believe aren’t true, or real, they’re just things we’re afraid of, or don’t understand, because of all the lies we’ve all been told.

We can’t see without light, not without infra red night goggles, so that makes things scary.  It’s as simple as that.  The night itself isn’t bad, and daytime isn’t better than the night, it’s our physical lack of night vision that make us believe the things we believe…not the things themselves.

It’s like that with everything.   We just don’t think about the things we believe, we just believe what we have been told/taught.  We need to stop that and instead, start looking at whether what we were told/taught, by parents, schools, CHURCHES, or anyone else,  has any validity at all.  All the lies about race, women, and everything else…all the lies, made up by others, FOR THEIR OWN BENEFIT, and taught to the next generation who believed them without thinking, have brought us to this horrible mess we’re in right now.

Our mistaken beliefs CAUSE the bad things to happen.  As long as the lies exist, we will never have peace, love, or understanding.  Anything that is NOT LIFE AFFIRMING and for THE GOOD OF ALL AND THE HARM OF NONE, is something that needs to be changed.  That’s one way to tell if someone else is getting a pay off for keeping things the way they are, instead of making them better.  Hate is taught.  Lies have always been passed off as truths from our government and religious institutions and yet the masses, who have been taught from birth, not think for themselves, swallow the lies whole and that teaches them who to hate and how to think.

It’s very sad and very deadly.  You can tell, by all the dead bodies.  Did any of us know any people from Viet Nam?  Did we HATE them and want to kill them before we were lied to about them?  Everyone who goes to Viet Nam today tells us that they are kind and gentle people.  Generous and sweet.  Lies lead to hate and death for absolutely no other reason than the men behind the lies, who grow rich and powerful over the dead bodies of those we love.

It’s happening right now, in the streets.  We can see it being played out by a moron in the white house.  His hate unleashed, his need for attention and power causing tantrums and violence, which he eats up and blames on others, when it’s like food for his hateful heart.

It’s pathetic and leading to a world of division, more hate and death.  While he sits on his thrown of ego, directing his republican goons, looking at his own face in his fun house mirror.

And just where is the ACLU?  Remember all the money that was poured into that organization when the moron was elected?  What have they done?  NOTHING AT ALL, as far as anyone can tell.  I mean he’s been here for four years, so…I guess anyone can be bought.

Evil is on the rise.  Evil, defined as those who lie and twist reality for their own good, not caring who they kill or trample on their way to power.

Meanwhile, a deadly virus is being used as a political weapon by the moron, who cares nothing for anyone’s life but his own.  He’s the darkness some people need night goggles to see.  I wish it were that simple.  We could pass goggles out to his followers, who might be horrified by the truth of what they would see.  But then again…like follows like, and bird of a feather, right?

People still bring their kids to priests.  So, I guess the truth doesn’t matter in the least.  Raped children/lambs, kids committing suicide, priests walking away free.  None of it matters to brainwashed people.  They are able to overlook evil and see it as holy, ordained by some invisible, made up god.  When you think of it that way, there is no hope.  None at all.  Morons on the white house, rapist priests, protected by the church, bad killer cops, destroying the names of good and honest police officers.  And lies everywhere, especially with the technology we have today that can show people saying things they never said, being places they never were and making reality up for whatever reason they like.

In case you haven’t noticed…we’re in trouble.

Hey, I’m just sayin’.

From: Candy

https://apnews.com/dab8261c68c93f24c0bfc1876518b3f6

Okay, so…

It has been said that Chicagoans have an accent.  People from Chicago can’t hear it, of course, but I don’t doubt that it’s true.  I love New York accents, even though New Yorkers can’t hear their accent either.  It’s that way for everyone.  I met someone from Australia and couldn’t understand a word he was saying, even thought he was speaking English.  But that’s true of a lot of people I hear who come from down south as well.

Here’s the thing.  We seem to be unable to understand that like accents, we are where we come from.  Our beliefs and world views are from Chicago, New York, Australia and from down south.  We don’t CHOOSE to be born in those places and sound the way we do, we are simply born in those place and end up sounding the way we do and believing the things we do.  If people who aren’t from Chicago, were born in Chicago, they would sound like they came from Chicago and be part of what we are, because they would be FROM Chicago.

If I was born and raised in NY then I would be the way New Yorkers are.  Same goes for Australia or anywhere on the entire earth.  We’re only different from each other by chance.  So when the French say that American’s smile too much, it’s only because they aren’t Americans.  If they were Americans they would smile a lot as well.  Why don’t people get that?

Yes, we’re different from each other, but only because of where we come from.  We could be anything, depending on where we are planted.  Get that part?  In the beginning, when we’re born, we COULD BE ANYTHING because basically, WE ARE ALL THE SAME.  It’s only when cultures brainwash and insist that we become the way they want us to become, that we stop being one people.  But, in reality, we START OUT AS ONE PEOPLE.

Religion, Education, The Establishment are corrupt and filled with lies, which they pass on to innocent children, so they can kill each other in wars and hate each other for stupid reasons, like their flags, the color of their skin, the shapes of their bodies, the gods they were FORCED to believe in, or the gender they love.  That’s when we show our cruelty and insanity.

In the beginning, we could become anything.  Adults take that innocent openness and turn it into whatever they want to.  Any of us could have become the very thing we dislike, but for the conditioning we’ve had.  Horrifying as that may be…it’s the truth.  It won’t change anything, but it’s something to think about.  We start out as one and are TAUGHT to be what we become.

Picture:  Pixabay

Gangs…street and religious

Gang, People, Young, Street, Graffiti, Asphalt, Boys

Gangs are a complex subculture
that cannot be understood
by those
who haven’t
been in one
or been exposed
to certain lifestyles
that’s true for all subcultures
including religious sects/gangs
both have uniforms
belief systems
rules
rituals
colors
symbols
secrets
leaders
punishments
and rewards
cohesiveness
doctrine
a sense of belonging
imitations
hand gestures
and so many other things
it’s just that street gangs
are considered outlaws
and religious gangs get tax breaks
and amass huge fortunes
while protecting rapist priests
street gangs promise to take care of you
while you’re alive
religious gangs promise to take care of you
when you’re dead and you can’t sue them for
making stuff up
the biggest difference between the two
however
is that street gangs
don’t lie and about what they are
religious gang do

The Pope…

I just saw the pope say that he’s against EXCLUSION.  Is that a joke?  The pope against exclusion?  How many women are priest?  How many women hold positions of power in the catholic church?

How could he say that with a straight face?   The catholic church is all about exclusion.  He also said he was against the killing.

Quote from: Mary Daly

Quotes about Inadequacy (84 quotes)

From:  Quotemaster.org

God…in 2020.

“Can I talk to you?”

“Why?” she asked, looking him up and down.

“I’m god and I’m here to judge you.”

“I don’t think so,” she snorted, sitting on a stool.

“Excuse me?” he said, shocked.  “I’m god.  Arn’t you in awe?  Don’t you want to drop to your knees?”

“Seriously?”

“Yes.  I’m GOD.”

“I don’t believe in you.”

“You can’t not believe in me.  I’m standing right here.”

“You could be anybody.  I don’t believe in god, therefore, you aren’t god to me, so buzz off, I’m trying to eat my pizza.”

“You should be thrilled just to see me.”

She choked, waved her hand in front of her face and reached for her drink.  “Dude, move away from my table, or I’ll call the manager.”

“I’m here to judge you.”

“”Don’t care.  Judge away.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, adjusting his halo.

“Look,” she huffed.  “If you’re homeless, there are places you can go to get help. Maybe they can even help you get your meds.  If you really are god, you still won’t matter to me because I’m not into god.  How you feel about me, or see me, is of no interest to me at all.  Not even the tiniest bit.  If you are god, I’d like to beat the crap out of you, so you’re lucky I think you’re just another nut job.”

“I could send you to hell.”

“Have you looked around this planet lately?”

“What about the ten commandments?”

“What about them?”

“You have to live by them.”

“You need to pay a lot more attention to your flock,” she snickered, popping a mushroom into her mouth.

“What does that mean?”

“Your representatives are raping kids, telling one lie after another to cover up their evil ways and they are richer than you are.”

“What?”

“Been on vacation, have you?”

“I…”

“Your costume wearing representatives, squeeze poor people for money, instead of parting with their own, even though there are homeless people all around the vatican area.”

“What’s a vatican?”

“A billion room castle where your guy lives. He has a bullet proof car too.”

“How can you not believe in me?”

“You don’t really exist.  Sorry about that.  Really, I am. Have a french fry.”

He took one, after she shoved the plate toward him.

“If you went to the vatican right now, it’s in Italy, by the way, they’d never let you in, unless you paid for a tour, and got in that way. You don’t look rich, you’re not with the mob, you’re not a lawyer, or a person who is in acquisitions, if you know what I mean, so you would be useless to them, even though you’re supposedly their boss.”

“Do you really want to beat me up?”

“Definitely.  But since I don’t think you’re real, it’s out of the question.”

“What if I can walk on water?”

“CGI.”

“What if I can turn water into wine?”

“What if you can?  And don’t even bring up the poor fish and loaves story.”

“How do you know so much about me, if you don’t believe in me?”

“God’s everywhere.  Huge money maker. God’s REALLY BIG BUSINESS, and no taxes need be paid, since the modern day peasants will be worked to death to pay them.   Easy way to control others too.   But there are a lot of gods.  You’re just the god for some people.  If you WERE god, I mean. People are no longer illiterate and afraid of everything.  What’s god gonna save us from?  Ourselves?  That ship sailed a long time ago.  We are what we are.  No need for gods any longer.  That whole lightening bolt and smiting thing, doesn’t scare anyone.  Now we use Glocks, viruses, bombs and politics.”

“You have a bad attitude.”

She laughed and lobbed a piece of tomato at him.

“Thank you for the compliment.

He sighed.  “Do you believe in any of those other gods?”

“No.  I’m a grown up.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“It means, that I believe in me and take responsibility for myself and I don’t believe that any god worth his flappy, rope sandals, would let people suffer the way they do.  That’s why, if there was a god, and I met him, I’d beat him to a bloody pulp.”

“Good thing I’m not him, then, right?”

“It is, because you’d also be a sexist pig.”

“So, god’s not such a nice guy, is that what you’re saying?”

She stared at him. “Haven’t you been listening?  God doesn’t exist.  There is no god.  There is no guy.”

“What about the devil?”

“What about him?”

“Do you believe in him?”

“No.”

“What about evil.”

“That’s what this place IS.  Were you born yesterday?”

“I’m older than that.”

“Duh.  I was being facetious.”

“How about the Goddesses?”

“We are everywhere.”

He nodded.  “That’s what my wife said.”

“Where’s your wife?”

“In heaven.”

“Oh, sorry.  Even though I don’t believe in heaven, I’m sorry she’s gone.”

“She’s not gone, she’s in heaven, waiting for me to come home.”

“Right.”

“She is.  Why would I make something like that up?”

“This whole thing is made up.  Nothing’s real.  We make it up as we go along.  Well, men make it up and everyone else suffers because of it.”

“But I really am god and my wife is waiting for me. She probably has dinner ready.”

“Whatever you say.”

“That’s sarcasm, isn’t it?”

“Pretty much.”

“I bet there’s someone in this pizza place who would recognize me and worship me and do what I tell them to do.  Some of them have crosses around their necks and crosses drawn on their arms.”

She got to her feet and said, “Hey.  Listen up.  This guy said he’s god and he believes you’ll know him and think he’s worth worshipping.   He said that you’ll do what he tells you to do, because he’s…god.”

After the boo’s died down and he wiped the food stains off of his clothing, the best he could, he sighed.

“Anything else you’d like to try?”

“I think I’ve seen enough.”

“Oh, I don’t know. Want to walk through some of the neighborhoods on the south side?”

“Why?”

She chuckled.  “If you’re god, maybe the bullets won’t hurt you.”

“I think I’ll pass.”

She made chicken noises and some guy walking past her table, shoulder bumped him hard.

“You people are nasty,” he said, rubbing his arm.

“Gee, I wonder how we got that way?”

“It’s not my fault,” he said quickly.  “I gave you free will.”

“Well, we’re using it, to not believe in you.”

“I didn’t actually think about that part.”

“You supposedly sent your own kid, to die for you.”

“He died for YOU.”

“I don’t think so.  I think you were just scared to come here yourself.  Parents are supposed to protect their kids.  But those who don’t, are just emulating you.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in me.”

“I don’t.  I don’t even like you as a person.”

“I could call down the angels.”

“So they can fight your battles for you?  Like your kid did?  Besides, the people in this joint could take out the angels.”

“You don’t know what your talking about,” he said, shaking his head.  “No one can take out an angel.”

“When was the last time they were here?”

“What do you mean?”

“What?  Were there like six people on the planet?  How many of those people had more than a rock or stick for  weapon?”

“Angels can’t be killed.”

“IF they existed, I bet we could make them really unhappy.”

By now others were listening to their conversation.

“Are we gonna fight angels,” said one guy, excitedly.

“No,” she said.  “Sorry, but this person is just one bottle short of a six-pack.”

More boo’s went up, a few slices of bread were thrown at him, but then everyone went back to what they were doing.

“If you want to have people believe in you, you’ll have to stain the side of a building, so that the stain kind of looks like one of the pictures people think their god looks like.  You can make a statue cry,  by putting a tube inside the statue.  You can show up in the shape of a potato, or put your face on a piece of toast, or any number of things.  People will believe all of that and even pay money for it.  They will stand in front of a wall, for hours, just to see the face of god. A face that no one has ever seen, of a god, that doesn’t exist.  They won’t believe in you, no matter what you say, but they will believe in those things.  Actually, there are probably a few homeless people outside who might try to get you to acknowledge the fact that they are god.  You’d be better off trying to pass as one of the Beatles, or Elvis.”

“Elvis is dead.”

“No one’s positive about that.  There are still sightings.”

“He’s dead, believe me.”

“I’m teasing you.  I don’t care about Elvis either.”

“Do you care about anyone?”

“Cats, dogs.  All of the animals, actually, plus the plants.  The environment too.”

He nodded.

“If you’re god, get rid of the plastic floating around in the ocean that’s the size of Texas.  That’s something I’d like to see.  Do something useful.  Clean up the oceans and rebuild the ice so the polar bears are okay.”

“You’re going to be disappointed.”

“Not really, since you don’t exist.”

“Right.  I don’t exist.  Do you exist?”

“I have no idea.”

He laughed.  “You’re not easy.”

“That’s what all the guys in this place will tell you.’

“It was nice talking with you.”

“If you say so.”

“I’ll see you.  Eventually.”

“I don’t think so.”

He walked down the aisle to  the door.  A few people booed and some threw things at him, as he passed, but it wasn’t a big deal.

Jake came over to her table and said, “What if he really was god?”

“Do you care?”

“No. Do you?”

“Not even a little.”

So he sat down and they finished her pizza.

 

 

 

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