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RELIGION

 

 

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Religious choice is not an argument. Religion is not about rejecting. It is about accepting. I have seen and met many Christians and Muslims that are very devout and go to church, or pray five times a day. They all follow all the customs and traditions. Yet most of the time they treat other people like dirt.

Religion is a set of doctrines that outlines a belief system. In the end, even though religion does provide a crutch, and even though it does offer solace and charity to many around the world, it is also a major source of divisiveness, hatred and violence.

Religion is mostly a behavioral system. But you don’t need religion to abide by a valuable behavioral system. The most important behavioral values are as old as mankind and will continue to be valuable in perpetuity. They never change and they never diminish in importance, no matter what else is going on in the world.

The 12 Lakota Virtues are a very good example. Prayer is one more of the virtues. If you read these carefully, you will recognize how they are embedded in the parables and teachings of all other religions.

Religion is also a meditative philosophy. The Buddhists consider meditation a form of prayer. Christian, Muslim and Judaic prayers all strive to achieve a unity with God or a higher Divinity. Prayer is a powerful life force because it focuses energy on positive results. Which is also why unselfish prayer very often does work.

Judaism, Christianity and Islam are all based on the Old Testament Bible. Many of the core stories in the Old Testament Bible are based on Sumerian mythology. The Old Testament Bible was also based on the writing of at least 4 different authors, rewriting the work of other authors, and then edited and interpreted by more authors in the early Vatican. The New Testament and the Quran were both interpretations of oral or written perceptions both authored, well after the deaths of Christ and Mohammed. And then reinterpreted by the Vatican, or Imams and religious leaders over the centuries.

Ascribing to a religion is less important than ascribing to a behavioral code. Buddhism and Hinduism believe that what you do now will determine the position you will be in when you return to life on Earth. Judaism, Christianity and Islam all believe that what you do here on Earth will determine your salvation in ‘heaven’ or ‘paradise’ after death. They all employ either reincarnation, heaven, or paradise, to influence how to behave while here on Earth.

How you treat others every second of every day is more important than doctrines, churches, Mosques, Synagogues, heaven, the next life, or paradise. How you treat others every second of every day is more important than religion.

Several years ago an ancient manuscript was found in two different places that claimed to be the Gospel of Mary Magdalene. Although pieces of both manuscripts were missing, it revealed an amazing Truth. Mary Magdalene was very close to Christ and after Christ died she told the other Apostles that Christ had revealed to her a message that he had not revealed to the others.

Several of the Apostles did not at first believe her. It illustrates how women were often judged not equal to men in preaching the Word of the Gospel. This continued for generations, supported by the Catholic Church and up to this very day. But it also provides the most critical revelation. The importance of the teachings of Christ is not so much about the ‘resurrection’, nor is the primary importance about ‘eternal life and the abolition of original sin’. The most important revelation from the teachings of Christ is simply ‘to learn how to teach others how to teach enlightenment‘.

Religion is a personal journey. It is a personal revelation. Religion is enlightenment. Knowledge is enlightenment. Knowledge combined with wisdom is true enlightenment. Research all religions. Understand why they believe what they do. Show compassion for others and for their beliefs. Learn to develop a conscious dialog with the Divinity of existence. Treat other people with respect, kindness and compassion . . . always.

Learn to do these things and you will never need organized religion. Yet you will feel comfortable in any religious gathering, assembly, or structure you will ever visit.

RIVETS AND BUNS (A War Story of Love)

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Her soft hands
warmly knead my flour
a precious cargo
booming to land another flawless mission.

To Paris on her smell.

He doesn’t feel the final rivet snap
blooming foreskin
shielding the butt tip of his cockpit
as it rips apart
on his final approach
to her runway.

He smells the Paris of her hands baking.

PLACID ANIMATIONS IN A RED BRICK SHELTER

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The animals need no love.

Weather is always adept to fornication.

Mother’s breastfeeding milk never rises.

When do crickets have time to dance?

Plant specimens grow faster than human specimens.

They shake and grind at the first sight of trouble.

Where do the stars hide during the day?

Does the moon ever really cry?

Every core of burning meteor someday grows cold.

Where does the butterfly buy color?

There is no vault.

There is no permanence, anywhere.

Ever.

 

I once met an old man without a face.

His body was no longer his own.

It had molten into another cocoon.

He was forever trapped in his own shell of gold.

He was always trying to take someone else’s face.

He was a man of many faces. He was two-faced.

He wasn’t a man.

No one called him for advice.

He never needed makeup. He was ugly.

His gold cocoon kept him happy.

He would spin webs of gold around everything he ever wanted.

He had the finest cars, beautiful women, boats, planes, castles and armies.

He would spin webs of gold around all of them.

He had no silver. His cocoon was hollow.

 

One day his web ran dry.

He couldn’t save face.

He died.

His cocoon shrivelled up and melted after the first rain.

His gold ran back into the rivers and buried itself deep in the Earth.

No one ever remembered him ever again.

His children became butterflies and flew away.

Butterflies without any color.

The crickets had no time to dance.

The moon cried that day.

Every mother’s milk began to rise.

A bright green meteor fell to Earth with a tail of gold.

Two worms fornicated in the rain.

And the stars came out at night.

 

 

 

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DEEP MINES

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Mines I slave for nights and days

the dark depths conceal

hard hammered walls

of bones and dirt.

 

One hollow cavity I follow

pounding loud and soundly

a suckled pulse

for a dire gem of pleasure

and a mass mother lode.

 

In the core shaft of pursuit

the bright gilded veins

gleam ruptured passion

from every mind’s eye

my find you are mine

dear lover.

 

 

 

 

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Written August 25, 1999
Revised November 2, 2015

:OBSERVATIONS ON A NOVEMBER DARKNESS ON THE EDGE OF TOWN

It’s almost time for me to head back home
but today I feel a darkness creeping
across the globe dark forces seeping
they find the holes when I am sleeping
or when I am not fighting them and keeping
them on the defensive.
They are greedy green mean machines.
Real powers and real forces. There are those that
don’t believe me. They don’t see them every day.
So they give them holidays, so they can do what they may, and take away, more of what you pay and pay. They do not understand that only they can stop them. But they must fight them every day. Without a holiday. Believe what I say.
Drugs you don’t need.
Healing plants you can’t have.
Poisons in your food to make you pay.
Wars and weapons to pay and pay in lives.
Watching and listening, taking away your dignity,
your humanity, your joy.
Tricks to fool you, pay you to work,
then take your money away.
You never own anything. They own you.
You can stop them.
You must stop them.
Stop the banks from stealing.
Stop the companies from cheating.
Stop the people from lying.
Stop the government from killing.
Love.
Love is not religion.
Love is not a competition.
Love is not waiting for the reward.
Love is Nature.

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11/13/13 – fjl

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RIPPLE IN PERFECT UNISON

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THE LIGHTS OF OLD TOWERS

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IN AN OCEAN OF MACHINES

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CHILL

i opened my refrigerator today

cool sensations of life inspired me to dig deeper

the light of the universe filled a dark room

and the cabbage made me think

juice of a thousand wars pure and unsweetened

tomatoes hit every bad act ever performed

by any slice of meat

egg head lined eyes on the embryonic world

from every chicken never born

lest the rotting stench of life decay

tickle a nose with the sulfur mine of love

shake your mustard

or else

not even your best squeeze

will stop dripping wet first fallen

from lonesome cucumber

where is your cavity

lemon sour yellow dreams

no limes, no clouds, no perfect life

where are you hiding sweets

why is your sweet hiding

is your middle shelf always full

or does unspoiled milk still feed

your baby right times

waters of a thousand lies

keep yogurt smiles healthy

hold your mayonnaise tight

and don’t let your ketchup slip

or you will never catch up

you will never slip tight

sleepless nights might

frighten you to close the door

and never again open

and never open it again

never knowing if the light turns off

alone.

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August 2013

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WHO AM I

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WHO ARE YOU

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THROUGH THE SKY

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WHEN ANGELS FLY

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SOUNDS OF NOTHING AND THE SIGHT OF NO ONE

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NO ONE LISTENS, NOTHING IS HEARD

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