Saturday 19 December 2015
Whether your preferred Symbol
Whether your preferred Symbol
Is the flaming
Chalice
of Unitarian Universalism
Or the Ying
and Yang circle
of Taoism
Or the 9-pointed
Star
of Bahaism
Or the 8-spoked
Wheel
of Buddhism
Or the 6-pointed
Star
of Judaism
Or the 4-armed
Swaztika
of Jainism
Or the Latin
Cross
of Christianity
Or the Trumpet
of the Latter Day
Saints
Or the Moon
and Star
of Islam
Or the Standing
Stones
of Stonehenge
Or an old Photo
of the Duke
of Edinburgh
Or an Image
of the Rainbow Fish
of Dreams
Or an invisible
God Particle
in the Large Hadron Collider
Or none
of the above
or diddly-squat
It matters not.
It really matters not.
Believe me.
Thursday 17 December 2015
Christmas - not for the squeamish
Symbol of power. A Cathedral in Spain. |
Inquisition
Christmas
is about religion.
Religion
is about power.
Power
is about money.
Money
makes the world go round.
At this time of year we celebrate, if celebrate is the appropriate word, the miraculous virgin birth of the psychopath's alleged son; or the birth of the first of five brothers and two sisters to a middle-aged carpenter and his young wife.
The special son was born approximately 2,000 years ago at the time of the conjunction of Saturn and Jupiter or some as yet unexplained astronomical event, perhaps a supernova.
The superstitious consulted their charts and did their calculations and worked out the location of the event, as they do in the Himalayas to this day when searching for the birth place of the next Dalai Lama for example, and then they journeyed to the place bearing the usual gifts. It was a place under Roman rule.
The consequences were as dreadful as they were inevitable. Thousands of babies and children under the age of two were put to the sword. The method the Roman soldiers habitually used to dispatch babies and infants was to cut them in half.
It seems there can be no saviour without mass murder, bribery and torture.
The psychopath who created the universe allowed his proxy son and the humble carpenter and his wife to escape the horror. The family went into hiding and nothing more was heard of them for thirty years.
God's serpentine and perplexing A to Z Manual on Psychosis and Sin states that the family fled to Egypt. Some historians argue that they made it to India.
The substance of the message promulgated in the so-called holy lands thirty years later does I suggest incline more towards India.
When we celebrate the birth of one special baby we celebrate the slaughter of thousands of innocent but potentially dangerous babies. That is the true meaning of Christmas. We'd be wise to never forget it.
Q. How did the kangaroos get to Noah's ark?
A. With a giant leap of the imagination.
Tuesday 15 December 2015
My 2002 Christmas Tree
I made a sketch of my 2002 tree. This year, in the spirit of the times, we'll do without.
Candles on our Christmas tree
The dove of peace on top
Baubles on the ends of branches
Queues in all the shops
Friday 11 December 2015
moonbeams
above the sleepy town (6)
the moon (2)
pale ghosts of light (4)
revealing now (4)
black dragons in the sky (6)
Wednesday 9 December 2015
They
Venetian youth
enjoying an evening in Paris
- when they struck
with their bombs
and their guns
and Valeria was killed
with others who were there
in the city of love.
In the city of Hemingway's Moveable Feast
they gorged on the blood of the innocent young
for the sake of their cause
which cannot be right
in the sight
of their God
whatever they think.
Valeria's remembered
and will be
for always
- they won't meet her
in heaven
for they are now damned.
Tuesday 8 December 2015
The Silence Echoes
trees
grown bare
now
silence reigns
yet,
something
drips
yet
something
drips
with silent
echo,
silence
echoes
these misty
woods
Sunday 6 December 2015
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