If you are my age or close, you might think back on the holidays with warm feelings. You might also think back on them, ‘you better be good, etc.’
As a young person, I drew the parallel rather quickly between Santa and Jesus. God or holy of holy was the adult version of Santa.
Instead of stuff, if you are good, you get eternal salvation. If you will notice that in many ‘religions,’ the goal post is fluid.
“What have you done for me today?” That makes you an eternal slave to whoever is pulling the strings.
Young folks have an elf on the shelf and a host of other motivations to ‘be good.’ Parents are practicing what the early church did by placing mystical powers into a plushie toy.
Before the elf, we had an imaginary guard who kept a list. Then there is the never-ending repertoire of Christmas songs tying Santa and Jesus together in one nice package. (Compliments of the early church.)
The retail establishment is capitalizing on greed and things that charm us push the lies even further and longer. Even before Halloween, we hear the little drummer boy on the store speakers.
By the way, whatever idiot wrote that song never had babies they were trying to put to bed. I dare say if he played his drum for him, Jesus would have been beside himself, and Mary would have been asking Joseph to throw the rascal out.
I digress.
If you, as an adult, picture heaven or hell as depicted in biblical references, even the dullest of the dull will see that they were written to appeal to your fears and greed.
Streets of Gold
Jewels in Crown
The right hand of Jesus
Lake of fire
And so on.
Carl Sagan described death as a long dreamless sleep. He was an atheist, which is almost a religion unto itself. Was Carl on to something, or was he blinded by his revulsion of the early church and their long list of atrocities committed on their fellow man?
“What do you want for Christmas?”
I am asked this question every year for both the holiday and birthdays and so on. “If I wanted it bad enough to even think that I would like it or use it, I bought it already.” With Amazon, we shop at 3 am or on the toilette.
What do you want and why?
After the last two years of losing so many to disease, one quickly realizes that ‘stuff’ is not the answer.
In legalese, they call it ‘residual.’
The bible refers to it as things that charmed us. To those left behind, those things are a burden. Why? Undoubtedly, they will have some emotional attachment to the residual, and the cycle will repeat.
After losing family and friends, I get it. My garage is unusable as a garage, thanks to residual that is too good to toss and not my style to infiltrate my personal space. You might know a collector of things or perhaps a hoarder.
Antique malls and online shops are full of residual. From clothes to photographs, everything is there. Those things that charmed us at Christmas time or other occasions are also there. From toys, tops to board games, and yes, what is left of that EZ bake oven are on a shelf waiting for someone else to enjoy it.
I enjoyed watching that show the pickers. It was the perfect personification of what I am talking about. Shit in storage sheds, or as the bible calls it, things for moths to eat or rust to ruin.
I reject organized religion for what it is, brainwashing and a control mechanism. From the early church to modern-day religion, ‘to me’ religion is just another form of control. Using guilt to beguile you into giving of your time and treasure is just evil in the purest sense of the word.
Employing fear and greed as a control mechanism might seem like a good idea, but in reality, it does nothing but teach us to be ‘good’ when someone is around to see us being good.
This is part of the reason that the creature known as man is so messed up.
If you reject that theory, think about how you slow down when you see a cop, in front of or behind you. Instead of ‘being good’ when nobody is around, which we should be doing, we want others to witness our generosity when putting money on the plate. Very sad.
Don’t misunderstand me; I know there is an ultimate creator of all things. We can’t go to heaven or hell and come back with a phone full of pictures but, we can look at the evidence at hand. From what we can examine, we can develop a hypothesis that would be convincing.
The scriptures warn us to stay away from those who practice mystical things. Why?
I won’t go into this huge dissertation on why I believe what I believe but, I will say that we have a bicameral mind. There is much more that we are capable of as humans if we will ever look past our desires for things, or sex, or other forms of personal gratification.
While I am certain that the bible is NOT the breath of God or God-breathed, there is ample evidence that its creators, to some extent, were enlightened.
There is also abundant evidence that man, in the form of a governing body of the masses, uses this book even today as a way to control you.
The early church was the school, the church, and the government. Any research on your part will bring you face to face with the harsh reality of the ugliness of mankind and how power corrupts.
No, I am not advocating purple Kool-Aid or joining the monks or even a monastery. There is, in fact, no physical place to escape the harsh reality of mankind. Humankind is truly a misnomer in the purest sense of the word. By nature, man is not kind.
I am not advocating leaving the church. I am suggesting you dig into its history and understand how they use your fears, wants, and desires to manipulate you.
Enlightenment is the key to a happy life.
Even in one of my naughtiest novels, I talk about this subject. Why there?
I want to reach those who would never pick up the bible. In many of my novels is wisdom derived from life, God, and yes, the bible. Weaved into the tapestry of stories that might titillate are also fragments of reality, truth, and enlightenment.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I put the Gospel next to the G-spot. Why? Because that is what and who we are. Imagine staying out of church because some asshole preaches from Leviticus telling you that you are doomed as long as you are who you are. That is simply a lie.
I was asked not long ago why I write such a diverse spectrum of novels.
Firstly, I know who and what I am. I am an angel in the kitchen, a sexual creature in the bedroom, and a purveyor of wisdom at the keyboard.
Anyone who denies this about themselves is a fool. We were designed this way.
Once you know who and what you are, then you can tear down the lies that got you there and begin to resurrect the person you were meant to be.
I write what I write to speak to you, or some part of you.
I write to please myself, to perfect the craft, and with time, and a little luck, earn enough of a passive income stream so I can focus on what is important to me as a person and not to my bank account.
What about you?
What’s on your shelf?
It has been said, “that the truth will set you free.” Free from what or who?
As long as you live a lie, you are in bondage to those who know how to manipulate you through fear, hate, and bigotry. With hate for your fellow man in your heart, it’s easy for those with an agenda to control you and keep you miserable.
I said that there was no physical place to escape the realities of this world. The constant stream of lies from the MSM might be a good place to avoid. You can control your space and what you allow into your head.
I write under the Pseudonym TWScott because of where I reside. I happen to be in a nest of heavily brainwashed trolls who go to church every time the door is open. I often feel like I am living in the perpetual movie the Pod People.
Not all are this way but, if I were to write under my name, I would have to move to LA or Hollywood.
Most, not all, are the walking dead. They work on autopilot and often nod their heads at anything they hear from the MSM or the preacher.
I want to know where Cain’s wife came from.
Fun fact: If the flood story was factual and the arc landed on top of the tallest mountain around, that would mean that the ARC is somewhere around 30,000 feet.
The dove went out and brought back an olive branch while floating around at 30,000 feet.
Either God is a lousy scientist or the writers of that story didn’t understand atmospheric pressure, AKA Boyles law. I would wager the latter.
Either the ARC was floating around at -30C, or because of the amount of saturated air, they were at about 350C, and the Earth looked very much like Venus does today.
In laymen’s terms, the arc, if real and not literal, was full of frozen critters or crispy critters.
In order to get to the truth, you have to be willing to accept that you might be harboring some lies. Yes, those lies were certainly placed there by those that want to use them as a cudgel in some form or fashion.
The early church was the worst of the worst. History is littered with atrocities committed in the name of religion.
Know why you believe what you believe. Don’t allow your crap to control your life. Treat others as you want to be treated. Do the right thing when nobody is around to see it.
No, Santa or the Elf or Jesus saw you not steal that candy bar. You saw yourself do the right thing, and that’s all that matters.
Much Love -TW
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