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2nd of April 4th, 1984…

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From the religious thinkers who associated this intelligently complex Universe with a “believed in” entity capable of it, through Francis Crick to Ridley Scott, mankind seem to have been left with with a sense of some desperate need to reverse engineer this “miracle called life”, back to something more plausible than an accident; something their rational minds wouldn’t need to accept following only an intellectual lobotomy.
This, mankind’s continuous search for reasons, for logic where life-facts were offered for acceptance, forces the mind and the heart to doubt anything “a priori”, mainly when the authority behind the offer is the same with the one demanding unquestionable obedience, sincere submission.
If we are capable of anything worth being mentioned, then I would chose mankind’s innate incapacity for uncoerced stupidity; we just can’t freely love what’s being forced upon us.
Oh yes, we will love O’Brian and his likes, but only following a well-planned facial rendes-vous with a cage-load of hungry rats; but that ain’t love, babe…
Some time after leaving Christianity’s well designed “golden cage”, I stumbled in my tired search for raisons d’être, upon Phillip Pullman’s “His Dark Materials” famous trilogy. Liberated, but still having shackles protruding through my thoughts, I have found peace; the peace only a rather weird freedom to hate, any being, beings, God or gods, anyone claiming responsibility and/or authority for, and over this utter mess called “existence”.
Even though, for a writer’s reasons Pullmann singled out the Vatican as the Magisterium responsible for being the accomplice of a long gone authority, senile and confined by other, “ascending to authority” authorities, to a state of mental oblivion, I discovered the sublime peace which arrives only upon the sweet wings of hate, as I said, of anyone and anything having to do with injustice. Because as I also mentioned, we are innately incapable of loving injustice, and I dare say, even in a degenerate state of some doing it, injustice has always a source, an arche-place of ignition, a cause of which those acting it, are only pathetic effects…
Unfortunately and as usual, we seem to have been conditioned to “cause blindness”, which prevents us from ever seeing the true cause at the origin of the tentacle ramified effects. Because THERE IS, THERE MUST BE an arche-authority which by perpetrating itself through uncountable aeons, has fooled us into accepting any other authority instead of the adult, responsible, independent and autonomous authority of SELF…
And anyone or anything claiming authority beyond the rightful boundaries of SELF, is by its very own nature an usurper, worthy of oblivion.
Because “power’s” other name is “authority”…

-to be continued…-

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1st of April the 4th, 1984… -on defiant hopelessness-

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“To hang on from day to day and from week to week,
spinning out a present that had no future…” G. Orwell

No one knows where, or when it starts, as no instance can be recollected neither of space nor time, of that flash moment of realising truth, the truth
At first it’s like a bothersome feeling of an acute uneasiness of mind, a transcending understanding of wrong and evil, lie and betrayal.
There’s no same event triggering it, no resemblance whatsoever of any dimensional frames. It may be under the bed of hiding your first packet of cigarettes in a home where everybody smokes, or the frozen still merry-go-round witnessing a bi/multi/polar granny violently shaking a grandson’s hair and attached head, because of the hideous crime of being five playground minutes late for supper…
It’s realising the truth of “1984” O’Brian’s diatribe on power; that power is desired by those holding it -or other aspirants it may be said-, for the sole purpose of holding on to it…
Power exists not merely as a philosophical concept; it is an entity , with its sole purpose of displaying itself against and above its subjects.
Power’s only means of survival is both dualistic and parasitic, as it must have a host, and also a subject upon which vexation – it’s life-force – shall be applied. This is vitally essential for both the master puppeteer of power, and his/her subjects, as the owner of power must exercise its vexing’s —self-sustaining— attributes in order to continuously remain its host, while its victims must exist in order to maintain “life” in both Power and its host. And “must” excludes liberty and/or freedom on both sides of this tragic symbiosis, making life nevertheless easier at the upper end of any face-stomping boot.
You see, liberty and/or freedom have always been reciprocally exclusive even with power, as these cannot exist until power does.
In the —rethorically speaking— end, life has never been anything else but the “defiant hopelessness” of carcasses, subjects to Power’s greed to maim.
“Must” nevertheless, seems to have a slightly different meaning for Power’s host, some sort of pathetic cream upon its illusion of life, whipped afresh by every whiplash of vexations; a perpetually inescapable samsara without any known heaven of absolution.
Power and its subjects, a never ending downhill purgatory of an its own tail biting snake head, “eternally” bound to each other for Power’s existentialist sake…
I am an honest agnostic, which means I believe that the infinite complexity of what we know as Universe, with its endless structures of combined information, cannot be the blind result of a random happening. Having said that, I have to cut short the eventually mounting joy of any I.D. reader, because my belief in a —maybe— once planned cosmic event at which’s end we have found ourselves facing our daily struggles, seems to have gone somewhere at a moment in time/lessness wrong, as wrong as the event itself.
As a formerly trained, ministry and education graduate, with twenty years of a very active international ministry, I have come to understand not only the faultless logic behind my doubts in a very faulty masquarade called “evolutionary science”, but also in any religion’s attempts to capitalize upon this rational truth in order to transform it into a(n) Elohim/Jesus/Allah/etc “did it” club, good enough both to scare away any evolutionists from even considering I.D. and the gullible into seeing it as “the” foundation of a self-inflicted hope in a never arriving “saviour”…

-to be continued…-

Gene(me)sis…

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In the beginning, men watched the horizons,
and ploughed the earth.

And the earth was without form, and scattered with rocks;
and darkness was upon their face, and in their hearts, deep…
And the spirits of men moved upon the heart of the matter,
and men said, “Let there be gods”, and there were gods…
And men believed in their gods, and it felt good:
and the gods shadowed their minds,
and they became dark,
and darker.
And men called the light Grey,
and the darkness they called Nightmare.

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections
and graves…

And men said, let there be One,
permanent above our gods,
and let him divide our tribes from others.
And men made One permanent, who divided their tribes into those above
and others.
And it was so.
And men called the permanent’s home Heaven.

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections
and graves…

And men said, let the waters from under the Heaven be called Tears,
and let the mothers’ breast milk dry;
and it was so.
And men called their dried breasts Fate,
and the gathering of their tears called them War;
and men felt it was not good…

And men said, “The earth does not anymore, bring forth grass,
and herb yielding seed after its kind,
and the tree yielding fruit whose seed was in itself after its kind…”
And men saw, and it was not good.

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections and graves…

And men asked, “why are there lights under the Heaven,
to divide the Grey from the Nightmare?”
and they said, “for signs, and for reasons,
and for days, and tears,
and as lights to give light
upon our fights for the earth…”

And their evenings and their mornings were their resurrections
and graves…

And men saw the waters filled abundantly with the moving creatures that have life,
and fowl that flew above the earth in the open firmament of Heaven,
and the great whales, and every living creature that moves, which filled the waters abundantly, after their kind, and every winged fowl after their kind: and men saw how good it was…
And men coveted them, rubbing their hands and saying,
“Be fruitful, and multiply, and fill the waters in the seas, and let fowl multiply in the earth.”

And men saw the earth roamed by living creatures after their kind, cattle,
and creeping things, and beast of the earth after their kind: and it was good.
And men started to kill the beast of the earth after their kind, and the cattle after their kind,
and every thing that crept upon the earth after their kind:
and men saw that killing was good.

And men said, “Let us make killing machines in our image, after our likeness:
and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air,
and over the cattle, and over all the earth,
and over every creeping thing that crept upon the earth.”
So men created killing machines in their own image,
in the image of men created they them;
and drought and hail followed…

And men blessed them, and said unto them,
“Be fruitful, and multiply, and impoverish the earth, and subdue it:
and have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air,
and over every living thing that moves upon the earth.”

And men said, “Behold, we have burnt away for you every herb bearing seed,
which is upon the face of all the earth, and every tree,
in the which is the fruit of a tree yielding seed;
for you we have done it.”
And from every beast of the earth, and from every fowl of the air,
and from every thing that crept upon the earth, wherein there is life,
men took away every green herb for meat:
and it was so…

And men finally saw every thing that they have made,
and behold,
it was too late.

As their evenings and their mornings
have become their graves…

A(nd) men…