Today the Mrs drug me to what I call a witchery shop. This place sells everything
from exotic herbs and candles to statues of any God you can imagine. It's kind of a
one stop, separate the sheep from their cash shop, and as you have probably guessed
it's not my thing.
Still no one wants to be the asshole any more then is required, so I went in and looked around
with my cellphone as exotic meditation, sage, charlatans, tea leaves, and boiling cauldrons were discussed.
No one said anything about kittens, puppy dog tails, or blood sacrifice, but I'm pretty sure the conversation was censored for my benefit.
It's not that I don't believe in the spiritual world it that I do.
The theory of this old fat guy is that it doesn't matter what your god of choice is, it could be the cat, the budda, the swastika, the cross, or the honest belief that their is no god at all. It doesn't matter what or who you worship, Jim Jones or Opera Whimprey, Montel Williams, or simply a life shaping loyalty for the 58 Chevy Belair.
The Magic doesn't come from the statue, or TV program, the Magic comes from you and all of the other fever-ant believers.
Imagine that your mind is an energy generator, and when it becomes focused on something it generates a current. This current is minuscule, but it's very real. Kind of like a watch battery. However if you can somehow line up a billion or trillion batteries well then you can get some shit done.
You can build pyramids, you can raise armies, you can spread your faith like a cancer.
You can murder millions, or save thousands. You can accumulate wealth beyond measure, and lands as far as the eye can see. You can have people kill people and marry people, you can bind people, torture people,
split the seas in two and do almost anything you want to.
The sheeple don't know it's them, they can't imagine that it is their energy that creates the atrocities and miracles, it's easier for them to give the credit to the statue, or the King, or the God, or the talk show personality.
The masses provide the energy, it's harvested and directed, by the keeper of the Deity, and then what ever happens was Gods will. How easy is that?
It makes it easier for us all to sleep. Then we don't have to ever admit that sometimes, horrible things just happen. Sometimes the good simply die young, sometimes babies die in their sleep, sometimes the bad guy wins, some days it rains on parades.
Every day is a roll of the dice, and we all just have to try to be the best we can be.
It is my opinion that the keeper of the deities are the most powerful people on the planet.
They define good and evil, they demand sacrifice be it blood, money, or blind faith and obedience. And all three of these things are really the same thing and that's power.
Have a great Day and say your prayers.
I can't help but think of all the time, effort, and money spent on gods and goddesses that could have been better spent on study and humanism...
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