Moving right along

 Now let's talk a little bit about religion. 

As if it isn't the most important thing! I marvel at my past stupidity in this area. Whereas before I figured that religion was incompatible with religion, but now I know that they are inseparable. There is no way to get around these things, and for the ongoing stretch across the expanse of the universe and the interest in consciousness and origin of life, there are no greater clues than those given us by those who can see from the greater realms of consciousness and life, without which, these clues might not have occurred to simple men who care not for anything but themselves.

I am interested in the use of the materials in the last supper, a kind of nod to our blessings and such a beautiful thing, holy men sharing in the Passover supper. Passover was celebrated by me for the very first time this year. I like to, kind of, at least humbly, brag about the way participation and practice of religion make you more than holy. Indeed, the practice of religion makes wise the participant. And being in the spirit of the Passover supper, with its bitter herbs, its unleavened bread, and its four glasses of wine, is more than enlightening. What came from this supper was deep introspection on the particulars of an event which I assume, since Abraham* is said to have known his children would suffer slavery, was millennia in the making. One wonders if all these things don't play a part together, and if the never-ending lesson is not that one should trust the maker; that doing so, and allowing his special brand of justice to be, is not forever before us? I digress.

Life has its secrets, and the secrets written into religions are many. Wisdom has taken on a monstrous role whereas it could be simple and beautiful. When I began writing on this subject, I had not yet known of Marduk, that he came from the sea to teach astronomy, land surveying, and language. I did not know about the Gods of the Greeks being passed form Egypt and Babylon, although I suspected there was something there which Pythagoras used to fashion his cult. Archeological magazines have Zues being born on a hill in Greece. Most certainly he was reborn there. 

As of the past couple of weeks, we are inspired to think on the America's and their turtles, the oldest of the Chinese cults, Babylon, and India. The cradles of civilization conveniently miss spots here and there on the globe. Where are white people from? And in a most desired and fun way, 2,600 cities turned up under water recently. There is a wonderful hypothesis which looks at advanced civilizations from long ago, as if the world could not turn us all over in a heartbeat, 

but then what about the dinosaurs? Do you think they lasted longer because they had bigger bones? In Job there was the Leviathan!

But to be a little less interrupting of your comfort level, we can at least dispose of Babylon's claim that a water creature gave them writing, and say nothing of that we have risen and fallen many times, as is said by the Hindus and some in the Americas, and just say that, in a very practical way, men have grown and fallen behind before, losing the less substantial, materially, works. And perhaps learning to write things, for heaven's sake, in stone. 

I wonder at these things. I wonder at the trinity and its clues about what is, that which splits the spirit, the body and the Maker, the Maker who we are told is the word. My new favored hypothesis is that the math worshippers were doing like they always said, worshipping the stone instead of the inscription, and better yet, that which it says is of less value than its bits and pieces. The most practiced mistake is to pass by the words given us, the story. And then to become enamored of the glitter. The math which underlies all things is really just a part of that, we know it must work, and we gawk at it. But God says worship me and not the creation. These things are just materials, and materialists complain bitterly they must look at the whole picture. 

In outer space, for centuries, men were captivated by the greatness which spent itself far beyond reach and interpretation. But now, with our tools and our rules and our proofs, we can look into space and make sense of it. Life is possible elsewhere. The beauty of life is but the twisting of matter in the blackness according to plan and motion. And we still do not want to look at all the words and clues left us by "the Gods"? I am ready to look if I were able!

Materialists, who have created the science of doubt, whose science will hit the proverbial wall in the long run, have left us believing that all the histories are myths, and where everything overlaps, instead of, as it is in other disciplines, proving the case for religion, it makes myths of them. But perhaps, as makes more logical sense, where like is like again and again, religion has been a true stock of all kinds of marvelous things yet uncovered. And will we keep covering things? Or will we deny them and use their parts, as with the radar love we borrow all the time for our phones forgetting our prayers?

One wonders. my attempt is to make use of all the religious information to make up a greater understanding of what is possible through science, not to dispel the fantasy of religion, but to solidify it and to prove it, once for all, that there is a God who shepards humanity, and he means business.

*If Abraham was told about his lineage and their future years in advance, then when Moses was in Egypt the foundation which was laid at that time was being constituted for the future generations up to this time. Slavery, it seems, would play a role in events up to our generation as well.