Merry Christmas

Here I am up all night again. When things back up in my mind there is just no sleep. Even the pain killer I take for my back seems to keep me awake (driving on the other hand is out of the question). Now that we are celebrating Jesus' birth I thought it might be interesting to go over a few things pertaining to Theism, Philosophy and Psychology; in other words, light reading.
I am a fervent believer in any writings dated to the time of Christ which shed additional light on the life and times of the Saviour. My copy of the Nag Hamadi Library is yellowing and well thumbed. I have been through that collection of religious thought many more times than I have read the bible. It is a revealing read. I can understand why the patriarchs of the new church did not want any part of it leaching into the few works assembled as the 'Bible'. Even Constantine was happy to close the door effectively on any writing not sanctioned by his little committee of censure.
Perhaps staring at Da Vinci's "Last Supper" to see if there really is a V for vagina between Christ and the shadowy creature on his left is not the way to go. Scripture of the time had more information about Mary Magdalene which we do not see today. Is it possible that the new church elders realized that elevating Mary without care might make the position of women more imposing in the new Christian world? As it is, women are still a minority in too many places around the world. It's kind of like; "What have you done for me lately?" Does carrying the children of the next generation count for anything? Man just leaves the seed and then goes to sleep. No wonder some female creatures kill off the male. It has one duty. It sometimes screws that up too.
Man can get a lot from the Bible just so long as it is read and interpreted by that man. Paying (tithing) someone else to interpret the bible is like asking the question, "Is it raining?" while standing in a downpour. Will no be a suitable answer; or is there more necessary? Flipping through the myriad of cable channels this early Christ Mass morning leaves one very empty.
Too many men are 'making hay while the sun shines' now that there is so much uncertainty in this world. I think of the television ad relating to the portion of the bible that tells us that one day your next door neighbor will be there and then perhaps a few minutes later he and millions of others will be returned to God. It goes on to show planes falling out of the sky because the captain and crew were called back 'home'. That's a hell of a way to run an airline. It's a hell of a way to run a world. This God they paint for us is not a nice person. "Hey fella, I need you to prove your love to me by sacrificing your son". Sweet! Now what would you do in this situation? What would Jesus do? After all he is purported to have been human. I know, the God head has spoken. What are the last words to sonny jim? See ya after judgement kiddo; that is if I make it through in one piece.
I personally like the idea of lots of people disappearing. Maybe the dummy who borrowed all that money will go up in smoke. The physician who prescribed a cast when none was needed is invited to pray to God and then go. I stopped into a Seven Eleven many years ago where the words "Git it and Git' were emblazoned on the counter under a slab of glass. It didn't hurt that the owner sat behind the counter with a gun in a shoulder holster. That explained lots of things to uncaring folks. They for sure......got. It's sure funny to see these preachers on TV. They believe in the garbage they are serving up. Benny Hinn is one funny S.O.B.
I have seen him many times with other do-gooders sitting around a coffee table filled with pounds of paper. They hold their hands over the paper and agree together in Christ. I'd be more impressed if they started a fire. Do you think that God is laughing at us every time he turns around to hide his face?
Then there is the problem of the multiple God head. There's the father, the son, and then the holy spirit (I learned it as ghost......not appreciated in today's speak). It is somewhat appealing to put all of ones egg in one basket and then say that it is not our purpose to second guess God. He knows what our purpose is on this Earth. I'll be damned if I have figured that one out yet. And even today, as we celebrate his son's? birth too many questions exist without answers. Are we all still Jewish? How did we slip into Christianity. I swear that Jesus was still a Jewish prophet when he died. Ah well......the mystery of it all.
Even as a child I was trying to dispell the mystery of the weekly ceremony in out local Catholic Church. Once when my mother had to visit the church to speak with one of the priests, I was left in the church. I had always wanted to push those damned buttons and play a tune all by myself. This attempt at musicianship hurt me considerably for many days. I never attempted to play any instrument after that even though my father tried to force the piano down my throat. I was happiest playing the bells at St. Kevins. What is real and what is a dream?
I think that it is simpler than many of us would want to admit to. If it looks like a base ball, feels like a baseball, and throws like a baseball; it's a baseball. God is harder to pinpoint. Christ is ever elusive as he flows from town to country to stream passing on his words of wisdom. The people of Israel had the Romans to contend with. The new conservatives in our house and senate would tell you that we are being punished with higher taxes foisted on us all by the Democrats. Nuts. What garbage. O.K. Where is God. Let's have a show of strength. All I want is a couple of thunderbolts up Rush Limbaughs........
Putting this all togeether is rough too. There is no good answer; but don't ask the people who bring the Watchtower magazine to your front door. They are filled with zeal and perhaps drugs which help perpetrate the lie which is religion.
It's easy. We are born. We coexist with other human animals for a short period and then we die. Take it from someone who coded blue three times in one day at a hospital. After I recovered they told me that I was considered a goner. There was a nurse who kept pestering me late at night asking me what I had seen. I 'seen' something. I never have told what I 'seen'. Suffice it to say that I will never divulge my little secret. There was no white light because Jesus had been entrusted to pay the electric bill. He claimed he was in India trying to turn over some Hindus.....
Merry Christ Mass to you all. It's time for me to get up and bring all my newly wrapped presents downstairs. I'll make some coffee, put on Radio Paradise and when everyone wakes up I'll turn on the Christmas music. Let's continue this discussion next year. It's just plumb tuckered me out.