Supreme Beings   Part Three

Without looking back, do you remember the first sentence of Part One of this blog?  That is how much of the first harmony with the land we still share today.  All the rest has been forgotten, or converted to legend, or stamped out as heretic.  The search for a god to blame the unfairness of life on has erased the early knowledge we needed to fulfill our role on this planet.  Shaman and charlatans, posers and preists.  Carnies for the soul.  Step right up and win a free trip to a land where nothing ever goes wrong. 

• Who wants to follow a god who would kill his only child?
• If God so loved the world, why didn't he just take us to heaven to begin with?
• If God makes us as he wants us to be, why do we have to play the "I love you" game with him?

Come on.  God is OMNISCIENT.  On the day I was conceived in a union that should never have been, God knew how my whole life was going to turn out.  He knew whether I was going to heaven or hell, or the Bahamas on vacation.  Accepting that, I have to assume that whatever I might do is okay with the supreme being in charge.  I've never talked to any burning bushes, or heard voices in my head (except for my id, which never shuts up), or anything like that.  If I was on the wrong track, The Big Guy coulda said something.  Any preacher of any persuasion is automatically discounted.  I don't want somebody to tell me it is god's will, I want to hear it from the man himself.  If a person tells me something, then it is not something I heard from god.  He doesn't have to flood the earth, or send divine messengers, not even a billboard, just talk to me; I'm sure I'll know when it's him.

And when hard times fall, where do people turn? At first, they turn to halls of sin, of course.  But then they pray. The worse the situation, the better the god business is going to be.  And if times get better, God-- who takes none of the blame for things going bad-- gets all the credit for making them that way.  Hallelujah, pass the donation plate. 
Let's go back over that:
When times are bad, people flock to the church and pray while they make offerings and tithings, and then, as always happens, things improve and god gets credit, so they give more money.

Um.  God has no use of money.  If he wanted some, he could make his own, and I bet it'd be the best counterfeit job ever done, 'cause God can do anything.  Hey, he's the guy who invented gold and jewels, remember?  If you, alone in all of creation, know how to MAKE precious metals and jewels, what exactly would you want money for?  If God wants to build a new church at Main and Union, does he really need permission from the local zoning board?  Ahem, God doesn't need churches, either.  God doesn't need anything.  From the very start, he has known the final outcome. 

  A church is a business.  It exists to profit.  A true believer counts that profit in souls brought unto the lord.  God isn't talking to you on TV, with advertisements every 15-20 minutes that cost THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS APIECE.  His messengers aren't wearing the best suits that money given by the congregation can buy.  God can give his messengers anything he wants them to have.  I mean really, don't God's messengers have wings, anyway?

So, all this money is given to all these gods, and gets turned into more churches to get more money to build more churches to get more money to... Please refer to my blog concerning CAPTIALISM.  The church, like government or any company, is in business to profit.  Also like any other business, it wants to be the only one who has what you buy.  You hear the earliest versions of this concept in grade school: "My dad/brother/uncle/sister/anybody is better than your repeatlist."  My government is better than yours, and my god is the grand hoobah of all gods, and my dad will still kick your dad's butt if you talk to my little sister like that again.  A monopoly is the only solution. 

Sometimes, I stretch out on my bed, interlock my fingers across my chest, cross my feet, close my eyes, and clear my head.  When all the video has been stopped, and the non-verbal spoken monologue winds to a close, my mind's eye pixellates the darkness into something very like a spaceship hitting hyperspace.  And then I focus on my current problem.  Bored beyond belief, I soon fall asleep.  More often than not, I wake up (okay, I have always woken up so far, but that's not what I meant) and the solution I have hoped for, or at least a reasonable fascimile, has come to mind.

To date, these possible solutions haven't come to me as the voice of God.  Sometimes, they come in dreams, but usually I just wake up with an idea.  A good christian will helpfully explain to me, at this point, that God came to me in my dreams, or put the idea in my head.  Poppycock!  Why didn't he just pull me aside, and tell me?  He obviously has the time to infiltrate the deepest workings of my mind, so why not just cut to the chase and say something?  I mean, I am going to listen to the voice of God much faster than some dumb dream of symbolism.  I know I would do that.  If God spoke to me, I'd be scared, and humbled, and ready to give him whatever he wanted, since it is his anyway.

But he doesn't.  He lets floods and famine, plagues and pestilence, crime and corruption run rampant in all walks of life.  He tells his earthly evangelists to go ahead and pick up some drugs and a prostitute for the night.  He whispers to his priests that it might be fun to fondle some young boys. 
God has a cruel, twisted sense of humor that we mortals cannot conceive.

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