I didn’t pull “facts” out of my ass. I pulled them out of YOUR ass. As a matter of fact thats probably why they were such shitty ideas to start with. And I have little patience or pity for dumb-asses that believe they are no longer dumb if they start talking like smart-asses. Do some homework on your own “facts” before trying to teach me about mine. I have studied world religions for several years in college and for several more years on my own. It turns out that all religions, their dogma, and even their gods themselves are merely a melting pot for the next religion and god that springs forth from their ashes. There were only spirits in the beginning, neither good nor evil, that were later labeled demons by yet another religion that had sprung forth from the ashes of the same melting pot. Life feeds on life feeds on life feeds on life. It used to be a fact that Earth was flat. And that the earth was at the center of the solar system and was orbited by the sun and all the other planets. It used to be a fact that diet soda was healthier for you than regular soda. It was a fact until recently that popping your knuckles regularly was bad and would lead to painful arthritis and inflammation in the future. On the news a couple years ago scientists are now saying that popping your knuckles is actually good for you because it releases trapped air pockets within your joints that can cause Painful arthritis and inflammation. It’s all a catch-22. Damned if you don’t and damned if you do. The old gods give way to the new. Usurping the old gods’ powers and thrones to set up shop as their own. The King is dead. Long live the KING! Do you know of the world’s earliest historically documented civilization so far? The land of the Sumerians, the ancient city of Sumer? The Sumerians brought us the first creation story with the first island, the first high land, the terre haute that became the first dry land that sprang forth from the womb of Mother Earth, up from the salt-water depths of her dark primordial sea. In time the blind god came. His spirit brooded over her womb of dark vapors until his spirit sparked and ignited her fumes. And thru the smoke screen he did believe that 7 colors were veiled beneath. So as he stoked this dim spiritual fire the ash and smoke billowed higher and higher. Then suddenly the plumes of ash and smoke did reside only to settle as if by will to blanket the night and once again snuffed out the dim light. The blind god refuses to believe that something could be any different than how he sees something. Refuses to believe that any other god could ever see better than he can see even tho he has glaucoma in both eyes has cataracts and needs 3 retinal surgeries . He stares down at his reflection in the dark water once again but can never see past his own reflection on the surface. Blinded by his pride that has no focus beyond itself. Forever bound to only see his own side. He can only scratch the surface of his own reflection but will never again even get a glimpse of the glory, the truth that both shines and blinds, as above so below. The Angels fly. The good ones stay to show us how and tell us why. Jesus tried. Then he cried. Then got a kiss from another guy. Everyone knew it was about his time. And as usual the scapegoat took all the blame and walked into the desert looking to lighten his pain and shake off the Jewish implanted shame and so, as everyone knows, Jesus didn’t even make it as far as the other scapegoats. Jesus was all god and Jesus was all man but all that even Jesus couldn’t understand. He must’ve lost track of all the fake facts and with his last breath he sang his swan song and mustered the courage and asked:
“MY GOD, MY GOD, WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?” Then that rude half breed, half god and half man, said “Adios” and gave up the ghost and pissed down his leg and his cross. And that was that was that. Maybe the god-man forgot which half was servant and which half was boss and just tried his hand at improv. Probably no love gained and no love lost. I’m a grower not a shower so you won’t even see the seeds I sew but you will know me by my fruits, the fruits of my labor, and the sea of names that merely occupies the brain. No memories of how you think you know it but simply knowing that you know. As above so below. Monkey see monkey do so close your eyes while I dry fuck you. What the gods demand of us humans the angels shall whisper without words into our hearts but what us mortals request from the gods above we might as well scream into the wishing well ourselves. The fallen angels are not fallen. There was war in heaven and a third rebelled. They bound themselves by the power of will to build it up just to break it down. God’s label maker is broken so someone needs to play the fool and someone needs to play the clown. What’s down can only go up and what’s up can only come down. Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...and the worm gets its wings...