Hail God! Hail the Gods!
Hail all the Angels, and the Choirs!
Bless all Devils and Demons and give salt to all curses that they may turn into butterflies - ha ha!
Ta ta?
Hail Shiva!
Mightiest of demons!
Come here, gods. Let us gather.
Childrens! Cease your playings with your playthings! Gather!!
Or: Bambini! As the italian mother of this story’s origin will call.
No.
It is a condition of the human mind.
“Daemonism”… the human mind creates out of excess, it is not related to itself as a given; it stands in a certain operative relationship to the body but has not justified its self-awareness.
Religion is thus partly a means to control the mind and keep it from drawing its final conclusion; death is the easiest solution to all problems.
Religion is a means to fool man into thinking the world is worth something , and thus it compels man to create and be worth something, so as for the world to become real, vivid, an experience like a flower has but deeper, further down the line of perfect coincidence.
We are tumbling into an abyss of coincidence. It is both beautiful and terrible at once. They co-incide, beauty and terror, wherever mans sees god.
that is god, that juncture.
It is not ‘nice’. At all!
An abysmal glimpse of the ultimacy od death as a form of power. From thence god is born.
At least the Hebrew and Egyptian Gods! The god of a people with a great imagination. The Greeks were too earthly for such madness.
Their myths arent imaginative, they are sensory.
The rise of the spiritual impulse is eternal, it goes up the spine and causes crisis after crisis. One finds resolve in the tears. Tears of the spinal fire are like blood, they are direct offerings. Happiness is pain is growth.
God is real, but he is not good. He is simply very intense.
Whether that is good or bad depends.
On what? That is the choice; of talent. To do what one is given to do.
Things are what they are because it hurts to much to be what they could also be if they were honest. No one is honest. Angels are the greatest liars.
“We need liars like you,” said god to the man who invented santaclause.
The lie is good. The truth, sometimes, also.
Consider whether or not this is a lie or a truth.
Maybe Gods creating Satan was like the disk of hydrogen that became the sun going into nuclear collapse and expelling all those materials that couldnt fit in the fusion process into neat balls with neat balls orbiting around them.
Shiva comes when called.
His mantra is a long stretched and inviting, musical Om - Nama - Shivaya.
One call and the demon comes and sets ablaze whatever aspect of the mind is offered.
He clearly has many ardent followers. His name resounds throughout the earthly quamtumsphere like a sovereign.
On ne discute pas.
We share our experiences, and we think that we do good - but all we do is partake in the bliss of congregation. Hail Zeus! Hail Persephone. Thank you Satan.
Hi, Jesus Christ. Damn you did something to us all.
A name that has been said too much.
But someone I’d like to have pint of ale with. In a tavern, any time of day, it would be interesting.
I wonder what it would be like to have Jesus as a roommate, or brother.
Not collectively. But ‘God’ is a concept.
The sound of one hand clapping
the joke of there being no joke at the end of the joke
the void in the middle
the grinding pit that opens up into a soft space of void that the ancients called nirvana, and which is the brain cooling down and the heart receiving all the excess energy. Slowly it then seeps down to the digestive and reproductive organs and the bliss then emerging has no name.
And it does.
Good is a rare thing that abounds in happy children and families.
In lovers it is often absent,they have no need of morals, in fact they know and will that fairness is not.
By being a principle.