GeezerD's New Clarified Bible, Genesis 1, Post 2

(OB1 continued)

And then Godz sez, ”Let there be light” (later also to be known as “lite,” since one day there would be beer, made of light), and there wuz photons; and he/they let The-soon-to-appear-Elect-destined-human-primates be in the dark about the light, like how its speed doesn’t correlate with how old they will think the earth is, ‘cuz, like, we certainly don’t want them to know all our secret Godz stuff, like the secret handshake. And The Elect will not discover electricity or electrons for we shall kill their curiosity in a little while. ElectRon Hubbard will think he gets it. LOL! But we digress.

So Godz separated photons from most of the rest of the electromagnetic spectrum in the human primate sensorium, and in an egregious act of verbal irony and misdirection, made sure someone wrote that he/they SAW that it was good! No one ever questioned why, if Godz could see so well in the dark, his/their human primate creations shouldn’t be able to do the same, because they were to be created in his/their IMAGE. I mean, if you don’t create light, in what feature would human primates be created? Created in Godz's echo? It has to be light, because it hides everything else so perfectly, so the ELECT will not be distracted by science and want to be like Godz. As it is Godz decided he/they would misdirect his/their human primates from how good it is to run around bare-assed naked, by keeping it for himself/themselves though making them feel ashamed of it, even though that’s how they were created in Godz image. But, we’re getting ahead of the story.

So Godz separated photons from the rest of the electro-magnetic spectrum, and called the light “day,” and the rest of the electromagnetic spectrum “night.” And Godz will let some of the destined consider the ramifications of this ruse to hide reality in the human primate experience of light.

And there was evening, and there was morning, the first day without an afternoon.

(To be continued)

GeezerD's New Clarified Bible, Genesis 1, Post 1

(It was revealed to OB1)

Through much no great effort I present you with the initial results of my efforts to clarify the Bible. Herewith I present to you the initial verses of the book of Genesis.

In Their idea of the beginning, even though They knew it was going to end with a ginormous amount of pain, suffering, and eternal agony in hell for some of their creation, the Gods went ahead anyway and created the heavens and the earth; and, arbitrarily destined that some of their future creation would not suffer in the end, and destined a whole bunch more of their future creation to writhe in agony forever. This was, of course, before there was anyone around. The English translation later calls these Gods “ God,” and God will reward himself for his/their effort with the title “Love.” For the sake of clarity let’s refer to this singular-plural idea of an agony destining entity as “Godz.”

Now this Godz’s earth, which he/they just created, needed a little finish work, because it turned out to be formless and void, and somehow even though it was formless and void, it was deep formlessness and voidness, and had water hanging around somewhere in relation to the face (as opposed to the butt) of formlessness and voidness. (From this, later iterations of the Godz’s human primate creation will invent a spurious theological statement that, “It’s turtles all the way down.)

Even though there was formlessness and voidness, there was already up and down, because Godz’s spirit hovered over the surface of the waters. “Up” will later prove to be a problematic concept, when it turns out that the earth is round, and up is relative to where the human primate happens to be at the time, and whether or not the human primate is standing on his or her head. But that’s okay, because Godz intended there to be an incongruity for his/their ignorant human primate creations, who, though, through their Godz-given ability to reason, could figure out photosynthesis, would remain clueless about the words of explanation Godz caused to be written, later called the Bible; unless they were destined to understand it.

(To be continued)

The Chrysalis Inn

(OB1 wrote)

There is no sign saying
“Welcome to the Chrysalis Inn.”
That’s where I’m staying now.
That’s where I sleep,
Not yet dreaming butterfly dreams
But dreams of change nonetheless,
And an unanticipated future.
What caterpillar ever really knows
What’s locked in its genes?
But while I dream
I still work magic,
I still write words,
I still see visions:
I am my own Messiah.

Sun Reflector

(David Lintner wrote)

It is just a little thing
The sun reflector turning
On the end of its nylon string.

I am not so much caught by
The rainbow play of colors
On my office wall
As with the afternoon
Indirect light
Which ripples across the surface
Of the variegated plane.
It softens into shades and rays
Of silver light,

Like the sun sometimes
On the surface of the
Ocean at sunset,
When all is soft whites
And brilliant grays
And silence.

Wars and Rumors of Wars

(OB1 grokked)

If you want to uncover the cause
of what's really dangerous in the world,
all you need do is look in the mirror.

Persistence is Futile

(OB1 quoted)

"The more you run over a dead cat, the flatter it gets."

The Complete Forgiveness of All Your Sins

(OB1 Avers)

There is only One Way
to be free from sin:

Give up the idea of it.

Cogito

(OB1 thought)

Kaleidoscope, axonic thought,
The colors of my mind explode:
Ex nihilo or not, they're there,
The cortical umbilicus
Of what and why and who and where.

Conception or genetic thought,
The process is the same I think:
Potential infinite unknowns
Are concretized in time and space,
In mental gardens they are grown.

The genesis of me unknown,
This piece of paper captures time
From three dimensions in my head,
In two dimensions smacks them down
As time itself will smack me dead.

The unformed, caught in webs of life,
Are given shape in shapeless nows;
Into the finite world they fall
From shapeless possibilities,
And structure solid I-am walls.

Refiner's Fire

(OB1 struggled)

I hurt to search for god(s)
Inside or out:
The empty, echoing
Unanswered questioning . . .
Refiner's fire.

How hard to uncreate realities
When none are given sure
Except the choice
To make the world or not.
But then, who knows?
Do I? I do.
But what do I
Except by chance?
Refiner's fire.

And then what choices do I make
That were not made for me
When random chance and circumstance
Prescribed reality for me
Within my web of flesh,
My brain, my animal?
Refiner's fire.

From time and space the DNA from two
And thousands yet before,
Linked up
And made the space I am in time,
Like looking at the images of selves
While sandwiched in between
Two mirrored walls,

The twisting molecules with patterns set
To replicate and grow a me,
A vehicle for changeling mind
That builds on pasts and banished ghosts,
Yet reaches out to find the new.
Refiner's fire.

I know I came from stars.
I know I'll fall apart again, dissolve.
But what of in between?
What now, what then, what god(s), what
surety?
Alone, I feel alone
And search the deep inside or out.
I do not know.
I know.
Refiner's fire.