Messiah’s Lament
There will be no messiah.
No salvation. No redemption, judgment, ascension, or rapture.
Should Messiah walk the Earth, the stupor that owns this moment would pay no heed, and the beast that enslaves these times would corrupt His creed upon the cross corporate.
End of days these may be, but not as told.
A vengeful god might call judgment, a cynical one let infidels pass to light, one vindictive let you linger in hades uncertain.
But those gods are of imagination, of febrile minds.
Exalt The Lord of Creation, not god of creationism. Behold son of man, not Son of God. Foretell no chosen race. Favor no franchise. Stand not as hypocrites in synagogues seen in worship. Congregate as Humans in Life’s Tellural Temple, seen of God.
Lord sculpted Earth for you, His animals of intellect, an act of love, creating breath from void.
His wisdom shaped mist-cloaked mountains, lush sweet valleys, shimmering singing rivers, and oceans of pristine purity.
He wrote in Earth a message intimate to life, delivered in silent whispers to stilled minds.
Eyes dim to this sacred beauty, ears deaf to nature’s wisdom, you obsess in detritus of crazed minds.
Lost in realms of pseudepigrapha, purported words of ancient sayers, cited pretenders, recited false prophets, all claiming in history’s attention His affection, your inner fancy supplants sight, sound, smell, touch .. even common sense with centuries of theistic pedagogy, beneath which pales truth’s faint trail.
His message was plain and needed simple doing, simple living.
Instead you expend the planet’s air debating who He favors.
No matter how burning the narrative or profound the tome, each worshipful congregation disunites to myriad, each disciple aspires to priest of a further sect till, churches in profusion, clergy and scholars embroider, analyze, interpret, reinterpret, tell, retell, and always, but always, to profit of keepers of knowledge, never to celebrate truth or flourish humankind.
A flood of faiths, surfeit of saints, redundant rapture in daily disappointment, priesthoods of obscene wealth wrested cruelly from souls insolvent. A greedy scramble to be chosen, as if Earth a sinking vessel and faiths but lifeboats. Opposing believers infidel, unbelievers heathen – even if hearts purer than thine.
Empires of robe, chalice, and temple sustain rival armies of dogma. Scholarly careers mull nuance and contingent ambiguity into a universe of word, concept, and postulate.
Fortune and effort so spent would feed Earth’s wretched.
A farmer speaks more sense to his barn animals than all the scriptures and gospels born of your posturing proselytizing.
Civilization
The bubble ready to burst.
Bubbles are life’s bad habit – unrestrained growth, consumption to extinction.
The Lord sought a creature whose intellect might evade such easy ruin, a caretaker species conducting life’s symphony beyond vacant clamor. Life He drafted as bubbles in balance to nurture his beloved who, by chance and choice, might harness this radiant vigor and ascend as demigods.
Sad history tells otherwise.
Humans, in arrogance, in every iteration, to His lasting lament, hasten, not hinder, catastrophe.
Their mind an untamed instrument fueled by volatile thought. Culture and knowledge meander across its floodplain. Wild notions flood viral in torrents down its steep furrows. From bicameralism’s renaissance emerged individuals of reflexion, supplanting tribal consensus.
God observes closely – here you seem to apostatize, time and again.
Self begets selfish, and so it begins.
In tribal barter individuals discover profit. As monarchies the sport of kings is plunder. Nations turn plunder to enterprise, a fateful invention that gnaws free of state constraints to become an über-being beyond human sway to hunt upon the globe. Elites, epitomes of selfishness, naively astride as fools draped in finery and vanity, blind to the folly of predatory pets.
Die cast, humanity fated, freedom slips away.
You rouse extinction from its slumber more often than a thoughtful creature aught.
Barely yesterday the biosphere met annihilation on the precipice of lethal chance, as weaponized ideologies flirted with the reaper.
Savoring risk’s spice, confronting global suicide, humanity today seeks dalliance with an equally deadly but more subtle malefactor.
Enterprise: that blemished concept.
A wolf you imagine some faithful hound, its credo of capital efficiency decrees humans disposable cost, tolerated till, in self-defeating ingenuity, their obsolescence arrives.
Humans cannot win against Enterprise, an unassailable being crafted to defend itself with technology and armament cheerfully supplied by its witless inferiors, whilst besieging and dismembering rivals, and consuming the very ground it stands on.
You blithely empower it beyond control while feeding it the tools of your demise.
If God is incapable of error, His creations painfully are not.
For love of human, He, a compassionate and warm God, continues making for they of His image, worlds in Earth’s image, questing perfection’s delight.
A curious and abundant God, He seeks in human mind the same delicate balance whereby beasts and plants endure, yet allowing insatiable curiosity and unique self-awareness.
To His everlasting dismay (a God of empathy and sympathy), despite a preponderance of reasonable and rational humans in each narration, dominance slides always to humorless psychopaths, small minded cronies, and callous cohorts – ones whose vision ceases beyond feathered nests.
Annihilation and oblivion ensue. And as you suspect, oblivion is human afterlife. No life at all.
But salvation is within you.
Ascension and rapture follow a simple path: Endure, Survive. Become angels of the universe. Resurrect a perfect past for the fallen in everlastingness. Redeem and purify the evil fools: moral imbeciles who relentlessly interminably tore your paradises apart. And still do.
Sit with God, as gods, each of your own universe.
The journey enjoys close companions: Piety, Humility, Respect.
Tollage is but Love and nurture of Earth. Tread gently on the geosphere. Indulge the biosphere’s regale. Flourish to fluorescence in the noosphere.
With intellect came the freedom to choose.
You – like your innumerable worlds of teeming predecessors – have never used that.
Will you be the first?
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