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godtalk

A single being, with all the names of all the gods, and all the attributes, given him/her over the entirety of human/huwoman history/herstory.  Many facets of a single stone, here on the third rock from the sun, rock on.  Diamonds aren’t really forever, by the way, but God is always and everywhere, forever and ever, or so they say.  Infinitely good, loving.  Beneficent, merciful, kind, forgiving.  Yada yada.  God is also righteous and wrathful and just.   Vengeance is mine, sayeth the lord. God is a man of war.  War is the art of deception.  God can be anyone.  Treat everyone as if they were God.   Like they are your own mother.   Like they are in fact you, a twin, a clone, a cosmic encounter that happens in every lifetime maybe, or an interaction that calls for a loving energy, to make the universe a better place, so you can fulfill God’s purpose in you.  Or, if that’s too hokey, just be yourself, maybe a skeptical atheist, and don’t be bad, be good, and that’s all that’s required to be a deity, if you ask me.  Or if you believe the Bible, where it says Only God is good.  Most people are good, with or without God or religion, but sometimes we need a loving parent, or a powerful force, or someone to answer our prayers, or just a kindly soul to talk to and unburden ourselves with.  In the face of death and suffering and sickness and uncertainty, God is helpful.   Church can be trippy, too, like a drug.  Or a helpful place of community and friendship and fellowship, a resource, both spiritual and material.  Uplifting music, and inspiration, and escape.  A weekly ritual, to bring out the best in people.  A place to belong, to think, to get crazy, and to help others.  An expression of our highest ideals, virtue, peace, love, and happiness.   God is kind of a superhero, for adults.   A Santa Claus, maybe.  A genie, or someone who will answer your prayers by rearranging the universe to give you what you ask for.   A way to make reality a giant toy.  A higher power, like high on crack, or everest, or a president or pope, or all of the above, at the same time.  A god of light, a god of dreams, dreams come true, the american dream, Martin Luther King’s dream, or a tangerine dream.  Morpheus can make it happen.  And Buddha can make you Awake!  Is God a reasonable belief?  A helpful concept? I think so.   I get by with a little help from my friends.  

But I’m batshit crazy.   Don’t listen to me.  I hear voices.  I take medications.  I have a criminal record.  I hit a cop.  I accidentally killed my own sister.  I’m claiming to be God.   Even Jesus didn’t go that far.  I copulate with almonds.   I’m fucking nuts.  My ex left me.  I’m single and 50 years young and pick up dog poop for a living.  I’m a pro-life liberal.   I have symptoms.  I’m a mess.   I have head-shocks, chest pains, voices, tapping teeth.  My blog is 2 feet thick, printed.  I’m a deity that doesn’t believe in God, if that even makes any kind of sense at all.   I’m a resentful ball of rage and spite and malice.  I’m a harmless writer, just making blog posts.  I’m a wannabe bodhisattva, a source of loving-kindness and compassion.  We’re all in the same fucked up situation, getting closer to death on this mad crazy insane ball of ecosystems hurtling through space, a dark and lonely and cold and meaningless universe, which I assume is just as temporary a phenomenon as any of our paltry, puny, pathetic blips of existence that we are, ourselves, when our lives are said and done.  Life is absurd, so be yourself, and try to have fun and be happy, any which way you can.  Love?  Library materials?  Music?  I like magic and comedy and taiko and parkour and cirque and ridiculousness.  I like Joe Frank, and Ted, and Wikipedia, and online classes like Masterclass or the OYC (Yale), etc.   I like soccer highlights and bodybuilding inspiration and family photos on Instagram and pictures of scantily clad women like on suicide girls or porn or whatever.  Pinterest is fun, and I like listening to the koran or rap or a catholic mass for an infusion of stimulating insanity.   I aspire to be strong, fit, healthy, well, and sane.  I don’t just want to maintain my body, I want to improve it.   So I do pushups, take the stairs, keep on walking, eat less meat, and make time to stretch, get enough sleep, and lift some weights in my room, like my vacuum or table or dumbbell.   If you want it done right, do it yourself.   Ooh rah.   My life is pretty good and I count my blessings, an attitude of gratitude.  Hope you enjoyed reading this.  This covid thing isn't done with us, so we may have to hunker down awhile longer.   I've got books, trivia, a kindle, my echo, and appreciative dogs to keep me going.

That’s all I have to say.

-Jess

God, Dios, Allah, Brahman

Unkulunkulu, Sahasranama. :-)

Yod Heh Waw Heh (YHWH)

Bog!  Shangdi,  Waheguru

   russians bogged down in theology

   what kind of guru are you, anyway? 

   uuuuu, aaaaa

   Y (female groin), W (two tits)

   yod is part of an odd god

   I used to have a cat named Zeus

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