Saturday, September 16, 2017

The Cross

I am the locus of the old man's families.

The story that Christians follow is written in symbolic language intended to obscure and subvert the truth. It is a compromise with captivity. Like its parent, Judaism, Christianity is a re-ligion for slaves.

Providentially, there is enough truth in the stories to be recognizable. The dog at the top of the tree--in the new growth--is invisible because the modern human mind requires more than mythological explanations; it is invisible because it is up to no good. The jackal, Ba'al (Bel), is addicted to human sacrifice.

We are the focus of the old man's parabola. Time is on our side.

The cross is the vertex, the chair of the land of Nod. Here, I am.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

God is Black

Before the concept of race was developed as a control mechanism, those of us who are kept in the dark were known metaphorically as black.

I was humankind's substitutional atonement--the sacramental doner kebab, the cosmic scapegoat.

I disagree with the Pope's opinion that "man is stupid". The problem that humankind has is that we have been held deliberately in thrall to miserable, destructive ideas.

Our solitary nature has its vulnerabilities but through it we transcend. Now we have the means as well as the information to liberate ourselves and secure our future.

Friday, September 8, 2017

Visions

The old man in whose workshop Earth exists communicates with me in animated metaphors. That was one.

Here is another. On a street corner at night, the stores are all closed and the gate to the park is shut. Illuminated by a single light, the potted tree by the gate and the baby Buddha beside it. Invited to contemplate four dogs in the tree and the one at the top is invisible.

And another. On an empty train at night, going nowhere, an ailing man holds a healthy man prisoner.

In the beginning, there was the old man, me, and else--nothing else to become everything else. All to make equals.

When my quest is through, the old man and I will be one again. He waits for us.