Do you ever get this uneasy feeling that what you see is really quite irrelevant to what is actually going on?
And that what is going on is really much more deadly than what you see?
Just watch any American president. Watch what happens after they finish a speech containing 'God save America', 'God's justice will prevail', 'In God We Trust', 'God bless America', etc. Normally, hundreds of people drop dead the next morning and whole cities just pop into non-existence leaving a thick trail of smoke and debris hovering in mid air for months, somewhere at the other end of the planet (to them).
I get the same feeling whenever I hear the J word.
But, let me get on with my story.
We were saying that when P appeared, the clock struck midnight. Mezzanotte. Minuit. And ever since, we have been waiting for dawn. I believe that in our 3rd millennium we have just approached 1.05am.
Worth mentioning that time has slowed down hundreds of times in the dimension we are in. It has picked up on very few occasions, but the harsh reality is that this clock is majorly fucked up.
Time seems to be slowing down today too (the US has been attacked at home ground for the first time ever since they messed up teatime for the Brits, the US has just extinguished Afghanistan, Israel is in the process of pulverising Palestinians as we speak and being blown up to pieces itself as it has not decided where to raise its backyard fence yet and the US (again), it is rumoured, shall continue afterwards with a new mission called 'eliminate Baghdad, this time for good'. Actually they've added 60 countries in the list of their newly conceived 'Strike First' foreign policy. Isn't it a weird habit of religious and belligerent freaks needing to spawn enemy religious and belligerent freaks? And notice that ever since the 2 digit years, this weird habit has not been broken.
One could say that P started all this. He may have had serious personal problems. But I don't think he's been seriously touched upon yet by the specialists. Somehow they prefer Stalin and Hitler.
The difference between J and P is simple really. J was the one that couldn't make head or tails of what he had heard or read coming from the 4 corners of the earth (well, not so much the West at the time) and, being a true member of his tribe, had a brain full of God, fear, torment and anxiety to levels that today you would have been given the sack. Or be sent to a detox centre. Or start on a 20-year ride on the psychoanalyst's couch. He seriously hoped that the ones after him would solve the riddle that tormented his mind. Considering though that these others came up with the Holy Trinity as their answer, this riddle was quite something else!
P, on the other hand, had a once in a lifetime opportunity to make a break. He was surrounded by god-scared-shitless people, had nailed down (oops!) somebody who could be used as a holy fool and had some words that spelled love but meant hate. Ingenious!
So he took to writing himself. The more he wrote about love the more this hatred was pouring out of the tip of his pen. This was the ultimate language device.
Writing black and meaning white.
(I think there may have been a precedent to P, i.e. where you spend a river of ink or talk you tongue off to prove that the moon is rectangular . But these precursors sound more fun than what P did, although it horrified the Master - who may be P's precursor afterall, but then again I see enemies everywhere! Who says casting stones and scapegoating is easy? We must not lose our respect, though, to the inhabitants of the only city who argued him out! There is no epistle to Athenians, may I point out! Even if they, unwittingly and totally unaware of the global catastrophe that was to occur, may have given him the tools to do so. Tragic irony has always been the name of the game, afterall!)
'PROVE IT!' I hear pathetic voices shouting. Then I shall.
Read this:
) and after he has passed judgement on half the population, he goes on and on and on about God's great kindness and tolerance and patience. To make things even more blurry, 25 pages after the above mein kampf, we read in Corinthians his famous diatribe on luuuuv, agape. Have mercy on me!
I feel so drained. Could this feeling of having your brain sucked out have possibly been mistaken for having seen the light? Is that why after Paul's sermons people were pleading for nothing but mercy?
Maybe we are getting now to the source of applied paranoia, from a spiritual route this time, as opposed to the usual capitalist one. All the European socialist governments from hell, abolishing free education and medical care and following blindly the mega power to its crusades in the Middle East, finally have a leg to stand on. At last, old commies have read their scriptures! And understood them.
I told you it is a weird reality this one!
