To Worship

Do not worship out of hope. Worship out of curiosity.

​Gods always start at the top of your forehead. The most abstract ideas and the most incomprehensible concepts are at the basis of all religion: Chronos (time), Brahman (space), The Word (consciousness).

Then they get lower and lower.

They deprecate, they decay, and are finally brought to a more human level of understanding. In the end it’s all about basic instinct such as survival, reproduction or the natural love for our offspring: Jesus, Krishna or Hercules.

I’ve wondered why this happens, and then I knew because I lived.

I had time on my side, and with time on my side I was able to just be a bystander and watch life unfold. When I saw that everything in those childhood dreams and promises began dissipating into this weird fog of consciousness, then I realised how all those absolute gods of the beginning are childish concepts and that the later gods are when people live life and realise that what they thought was actually bullshit.

All the low gods and all the heroes are gods of disappointment.

And you can see it too, because when you look at these gods you’ll see that their image is built on hope, you will see that hope is the cornerstone of their prophecy. All saviours and heroes will bring, inevitably, at the end of the journey, disappointment, but even worse there are prophecies which will bring disillusionment.

As another adult I would advise all adults to worship the great initial gods because they are the key to understanding what are you able to understand.

And once you have reached a place where you know that you have understood everything that you could understand death is lighter. And if there is one last second, the one last second when you realise you’re going to die, it is important not to feel a crushing weight of death, but a light touch of peace.

That is why I think we should think more of the consciousness we possess, of time, we should think more about the future and the past, or about the fact that we are all connected together, and about the fact that we are not that different having originated in the same initials soup.

I think that all those recipes for life that the late Bible contains, and when I say late I mean about everything that follows the Genesis, all the recipes about how to live and how to be, they’re just weaving hopes that make a net of illusions which will throw you onto the shore of disillusionment. As do all the other holy books of the world: netted struggles to hijack a revealed truth.

Power is sugar

Peter Douglas Molyneux is the creator of Black and White. In a hot summer night I was left alone with a computer, coffee and this game. After about seven hours of gameplay, I remember walking in a complete rush into the bedroom, and waking up my wife shouting from the top of my lungs: I’m EVIL, I’m EVIL, oh my God babe, I’m eeeeeviiiiiil!!!. I was so convinced: I was evil.

Three months in the snow for a random crowd. People literally freeze in support of a state secretary. A state secretary! A state secretary is a major beaurocrat. No one ever got popular support in the street while being a major … beaurocrat. We should all hate these, right?. Yet, he is the first of his kind. But, few years later, when 54 people died under his watch he walled himself behind the apparatus, just like a true powerful bureaucrat. He was shown a fake working system and he chose to believe it.

Two lane strets fit two roman chariots with some room left to maneuver. I am stuck in an two hour long trafic jam. Like the blessed breath you took when you challenged your kid friends to the esteemed breath holding competition, so does my turn to make a right arrive. As I relax in the zen of moving away from the jam, suddenly I realise there is a biker on the imaginary third lane. I press the pedal, off I go, but wait! the biker dude screeches his wheels and, in a second, he zaps in front of my car. I brake, I squeeze my hands on the wheel, I say unspeakable words about the biker’s mom, my zen gets drained. However I keep a link open to the astral plane and shift my mood to better terms with the dude. Increasing zen. Back in traffic. A couple dozen meters ahead behold!, the asshole pops right back in front of me, but this time: from the sidewalk! Break! Eschew! Swear! Breathe! Meditate! Curse! There, there, easy boy. Deep breath. Wait a minute …

Power is an action. Power means you can do. If you cannot abstain from doing, and when doing you do just because you can do, you are corrupt. But when power corrupts you, it will be your most humanised moment in life, that moment when you willingly and knowingly choke down your divine self and you act like the paranormal chimp evolution made of your big ape ass, a chimp who can, sees that it can and does simply because it can, without any superior involvement of thinking or feeling.

Power corrupts.

In our everlasting sad blindness we believe that power is held by kings, presidents, leaders of secret organisations, chief executives of bottomless multinational corporations, Batman, Spiderman or their foes. In fact each of of us is powerful: that biker was powerful because he had just two wheels and I had four, so he could roll on an imaginary lane and on the sidewalk, and he did; the God I played was powerful because I got freaking lighting spweing from my hands and zapping my adversary and I did; powerful is the woman born with sex appeal because she gets unconditional attention and she does; powerful is a gangster whose friends take him ahead with no merit and he gets ahead; powerful is a priest who has a skill but behaves as if he has a gift.

What does being corrupt mean?

It means you break. You are no longer mind, body and soul, but solely a body with half a mind. You ignore the other half of the mind and you send you soul to a long walk, because who needs a soul?

Seriously, don’t you see, I can? I can! I can.

Humans like their power more than they like their good or their God.

Doing the work of God

When you’re doing the work of God, you have justice by your side. Truth is clear and sharp and you are completely sunken in the smooth, cozy texture of meaning.

The work of God means to work for bringing the kingdom of God from above to below: thy will be done, in earth as it is in heaven.

The problem is we have no clue how heaven works and how it is like in heaven. All we have is the revelation in Genesis where heaven is briefly passed over. That’s it. Or the curdled milk universe in the Vedas. Not much.

Maybe heaven is full of gay couples raising children who spawn into existence because of their love. Maybe heaven is a place where you teleport into hell instantly for having gay thoughts.

The thing is, we don’t know.

Either way heaven is, we seem to gloss over the fact that any ancient revelation comes from people much more considerate and, why not, smarter than our current thought leaders. One must understand that the universality of authentic religion, be it Christianity or Islam or Buddhism or Hinduism or YouNameIt, is because the founding thought leaders were folks who really thought hard about how the world works.

And as the world is another name for social convention, we know that religion is actually about how humans work.

And as humans are more or less contained into their perception of their self, which is a function of the mind, religion is very much concerned with how the mind works.

That is why religions such as New Age or Scientology don’t really explode: their thought leaders are shallow and superficial. The ancient religions trace back their roots but bloom into even more depth and meaning.

Doing the work of God is a lot of times way too concerned with aligning the World with our idea of Heaven instead of working towards making our soul, which is the mind but we don’t want to admit it, ascend and then transcend.

If the people who do the work of God, no matter the word they use for God, would focus more on how the mind of humans works and how to help it become something beyond itself, it would be clear as daylight that no instigation to hatred or war or holy hatred or holy war, nor punishments far removed from sense, or the punishment of senses, neither of all these truly help.

Doing the work of God then becomes an effort in communion and in greater collective sympathy. This is how you start. There is a reason behind “‘Love your neighbour as yourself.’ There is no commandment greater than these.”, and the reason is, no kind of ascendence of the mind is possible without fully accepting the similarity between you and all the other humans around you. Loving your neighbours means to see yourself as you see them and have spite, envy, smirk and judgement crushed by the instinctual self love we all carry.

We impart judgement. That is not the work of God. It is probably, quite possibly, the worst idea, the greatest sin, and, in my opinion, judging another human for being itself is the gravest sin of them all. However that matters only if Heaven exists at all. Which we don’t know either.

There has never been one full day in the entire history of our species when humanity did not strive to make heaven on earth. And that has been and will be the seed of our collective pain, the accepted collective sacrifice for something only the piercing top of our societies ever get to see.

Doing the work of God.

Can we start actually helping God in the one thing He wants: us back?

Thou shall not know thyself

The religious knot

I had no idea until yesterday there is such a thing called “religious trauma syndrome”. I am going trough it and had no idea it existed. Damn, life is interesting sometimes. However, with no name to name it I had my thoughts about the thing.

Talking and writing appears to be best in class therapy for some people.

I found that somewhere between Manipura and Svadhishthana there appears to be a fake energy center which harbors inside an entanglement of religious convictions. This lying chakra is most likely the first road block in the path to spiritual advancement, and also the most persistent blocking factor, with a swath of secondary effects, effects that show in time after its destruction, if such destruction ever takes place.

Now, to discuss religious trauma syndrome with terms such as energy and chakra seems a bit like missing the mark. However, what I found is that it is not words (chakra heaven, hell, god, soul, prana, etc.) that make up religion, but our inside making of them, our faith and belief.

The force that creates this fake energy center is the religious organization that is integrated in a society. Let’s be clear, I don’t mean a particular church, I mean all of them, no matter the confession, but especially those who make children members by consenting parents and in the absence of choice by the child as an adult. In all societies, I believe, where there are such religious organizations priests substitute parents. The parent-child relationship is essential for the development of a healthy adult, one able to fulfill itself, but at the same time this relationship is the path to the subconscious and the straightest line to unconditional trust.

Unconditional trust is the sentimental way by which the child leaves itself in the care of the parents, especially in critical situations, or in situations that are beyond the child’s grasping power. The religious organization teaches us about unconditional love, but in order to do this it requires our unconditional trust. To get it the body of priests all over the planet substitutes itself to real parents, sometimes in an explicit manner, other times in an implicit manner.

So far nothing unusual. After all, folk are easily lost in Samsara’s wonders and someone should point out that there is more than what you see is what you get, and that someone is a welcome social addition. And considering that about God any Human has an opinion, the existence of a philosophy grounded in revelation can only be auspicious. The unconditional trust is a tool used to spare the congregation of the wasted time with doubting.

However, these fake parents bear into the world a complex and tough lie that ends up manifesting itself like a fake chakra, an energy knot instead of an energy center. Granting unconditional trust, combined with the initial ritual (such as baptism) sustains and feeds this knot throughout the entire life. Each decision grounded in unconditional trust granted to priests, each discernment lead by the belonging to a religious organization, adds a new thread, a new strand of the knot that makes it more and more complex and hard to disentangle. The touching, even by a slight idea or concern, of this knot will provoke in any knotted human a sensation of physical pain, an unexplained nausea, explodes a profound despair and a hot anger, and all these bad states are externalized with an unexpected violence.

Intentionally or not, all those who happen to find themselves in the enterprise of disentangling religious knots are either atheists, gnostics or mystics. After all, they are the only ones with enough internal motivation to risk the waves of violence they will receive as an effect of their effort. Obviously, they too are affected in a proportional measure with their attachment to their knots.

The religious knot is the temple. The temple must be turned to dust and rest assured it doesn’t have to be rebuilt. God is with every single one anywhere and everywhere One is.

You’ll notice that an atheist will provoke less violence than an gnostic, and an gnostic less violence than a mystic.

The atheist, although it works to destroy the foundation of religious convictions, that is the myth, doesn’t have the necessary rational force required to fight with the infantile subconscious. The atheist’s arguments are logical and direct, the atheist’s approach insists on unveiling the myth.

The gnostic has somewhat stronger arguments. This one tries to bulldoze the pillars of religious conviction, that is the dogma. The gnostic’s arguments are logical but indirect, insisting on unveiling the interpretation. The gnostic has more success than the atheist in the fight with the devout, simply because they both are still in the possession of their religious knots and so they communicate from the same level.

The mystic is, paradoxically, a completely rational human who managed to integrate the personal experience and the lived life in a coherent description of the universe. That is why the mystic will go for the cornerstone of religious conviction, which is unconditional trust. The mystic’s arguments are illogical and indirect, and the approach insists on releasing the existential crisis.

The dogma and the myth don’t last a day without the covering of the ritual, which sits on the arcades of fear, arcades connected to each other by unconditional trust. By removing unconditional trust the pillars decay fast, the fresco washes away, the floors crack and so on until all that remains is all that originally was there, a good fertile earth on which life sprouts vigorously, the human starts existing again.

It is important to note that I see a big difference between religion and the religious experience. The religious experience is intimate. It can hardly be expressed using words and even if we try, the discourse is metaphorical. The religious experience is the meaning we feel emotionally, making it from the life distilled inside ourselves, our discourse with us, our individual and intimate permanent choice and discernment. On the other hand, religion is public. It is expressed in many words, and, more often than not, the words are more precise than arithmetic. Religion is the meaning we believe irrationally, mixing in this external meaning our subconscious, our own conditioning, our superstition and the permanent need for social inclusion.

I am not a supporter of atheism because it appears to be quite obtuse to me, even if in the end they are proven right. Even if correct, I can still call them out on a complete lack of artistic sense. I don’t support gnostics either because the constant doubt and the logically circular questions that they pose are getting in the way of the human spirit’s accomplishment. I don’t even support the mystics because of the fetish they have towards power, a problem that puts them in a serious dissonance with the principle of mutual trust between humans.

Yet, when you become a free human, when you live out your freedom, there is a caveat to consider, there will be far too few places missing a devout, a faithful and bigoted one, who with the stoicism of the martyr bears the pain of ripping a thread off their religious knot and then proceeds in a mindless rush to tie you up with it back where you were before freedom made your wings unravel.


Thank you Davidson Paulo and Benjamin van Loon for these stories about religious trauma syndrome and to all the others who shared their pain and struggle fighting a man made disease which escapes any medicine other than the warm healing of a welcoming humanity.

Sure, when you have the time, love me, I dare you still,


Religion without the dogma

People should be free to go to hell.

Any religious institution which is so heavily preoccupied with the greater good of humankind, that in effect takes away the right to go to hell, commits in its own turn a terrible sin against the divine inside each human, while the leaders of such an institution are directly responsible for the heavy sin of fighting against the divine order.

Chocking the human spirit’s blooming, because we are so keen on salvation, instead of rejoicing the awe it inspires, we move against the divine. Humans should be free to make mistakes, humans need to penetrate any hidden corner of the world, with both their bodies and their minds, because only this way can the divine drop in humanity transform life into an experience. Following a life of fundamentalist conformism, pampered by a religious institution, well intended otherwise, one cannot be judged and shall miss the opportunity of intimately ascending into a fully grown being of light, a resident of a world made for permanent happiness.

The constant exploration, which science, philosophy, art and sexuality do, must be unveiled from beneath the occult sheet of religious beliefs. In these domains any human is alone with God and acts according to his or her own capacity. If the human’s actions result in whatever sin against the spirit, the body or the soul and that human is the only one affected by the sin, then it is in no one’s power to put a harness on the human and forcibly guide them onto the right path. For all the other things who cramp or hurt the others we have the human laws.

Human laws are not divinely inspired, they are not revelation coming with the warranty of the Word. However, the universal law is based on the human desire for a formula that attempts the best way to guarantee that everybody is free to be their own thing in the pursuit of happiness, and that the others will not place themselves in the way. The common Law, and its laws, is in a way the most concrete shape of humanity’s eternal struggle to discern between right and wrong, just what we asked for when the snake advertised the famous apple. Even the sanctions and punishments in the laws are an attempt to discern when the punishment is becoming a bigger wrong than the wrong that generated it.

Basically, it is not the traditionalism that keeps progress at bay, but fundamentalism. Traditionalism is a way to let generations know that before them there were countless others whom by trial and error concluded that what we currently do is good. There is nothing wrong with this — humans, plants and animals have been taken care of traditionally, with no scientific explanation of either success or failure, for thousands of years. Yet fundamentalism tells generations that there is only one way to do each thing. Disrespecting tradition leads to social rejection, but disrespecting the fundamentalist dogma leads to loss of life or of dignity and any real opportunity ever to fix the eventual mistake made.

The world needs religion without dogma.

We’d use maybe a religion based on a body of spiritual knowledge — which is the most abstract philosophy of mankind — a body which should be studied, interpreted and lived, individually by each member of the congregation. In fact the whole use of congregations is the common understanding of the experience and of the individual attempts and tribulations.

If you’ve read this far, this thing is also about another thing, the mandatory overtness of individual religiousness imposed by dogma.

Overt religiousness is a kind of proselytism That is why it is considerate to keep it as a personal experience.

Don’t pepper your identity with religious artefacts on display, because you become a living, breathing, walking billboard advertising your faith. From burkini at the beach to crossing yourself in public, it is the same idea.

And no, religion is not culture. You cannot hide overt religiousness behind cultural heritage. Religion is part of culture as a heavy influence, but when the two become one we’re going medieval on our frail progress. You are neither a progressive, not a feminist if you defend overt religiousness by using misleading interpretations of obvious dogma.

Also, anything religious can be appropriated, because that is why it is religious in the first place, to be appropriated. I’ll say it again, cultural appropriation does not include religion or dogmatic values and artefacts.

Love me, I double dare you,


The Beatitudes And The Samsara

How Jesus described karma and dharma in a few sentences

Oh, hard brain stretch ahead. This is a sort of a brain fever but, a while ago, it broke a lot of conditioning inside me, which the baptism I never asked for instilled. So, we’re at the top of the carousel, here we go.

Blessed are the poor in spirit: for theirs is the kingdom of Heaven.

Poor in spirit is the uninitiated. If the poor in spirit lay awaiting for the transcendence then they are organically separated from the complexity and beauty of the world around. Thus the Samsara is a lie, the trick of the snake in that tree in Eden. The uninitiated shall not see either the ways of the lie nor the path for freeing itself of it.

Don’t await on the kingdom to come to you, but you go towards it.

Blessed are those who mourn: for they will be comforted.

The comfort that brings one floating back up. You mourn and you get comforted after despair and violence, because the Samsara is painful. This is where the roots of suffering as salvation are.

Stop getting comforted so you won’t have to start all over again.

Blessed are the meek: for they will inherit the earth.

The promised inheritance is the nature, so it is all without subjective value, meaning resources not wealth. The meek will inherit, but the parents are poor and without wealth, and in this sense the Samsara is endless — there is no “end of the world”, someone, a meek, shall go on from scratch, working the land to rip subjective value out of it, the wealth that will be spoiled on his wandering sons.

Don’t inherit for you shall work tenfold the inheritance.

Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness: for they will be filled.

Righteousness is real only for a being who is omnipresent and omniscient. To be hungry and thirsty for righteousness is not a wise choice because for the entirety of your life your perspective is subjective, which is why the Samsara is karmic. Hunger for objectiveness while you are locked in a subjective sensory angle — only you feel like you — makes objectivity doubtful and one prone to error. Error is always repaid, so is success, because they both cause change and your changing of the world shall equally change you back: karma.

Do not ever get filled with righteousness, but stay hungry so that you shall never be fed right back the justice you’ve imparted.

Blessed are the merciful: for they will be shown mercy.

The one thing mercy does is to generate more mercy. The mercy exchange in an universe governed by chaos is a good description of the Samsara as a fractal. Chaos theory explains how a whole complex system can start from a few simple interactions iterated and then reiterated for a while. The apparently random and complex connections between people are in fact based on an inherited set of fatidical interactions that work in spite of the clarity of one’s own life.

Don’t take the mercy, because the mercy you take today shall turn you in a mercy giver tomorrow, and then this will go on and on until you’ll loose the start of it all.

Blessed are the pure in heart: for they will see God.

The purity of the heart is illusory. Only with a pure hart may you see God, but in your background the uncontrollable subconscious is unfolding, therefore the Samsara is a riddle. The subconscious goes on autopilot, and, while awake and anchored in reality you are clueless about what goes on in the depths of the unheard silent mind. Therefore, when you finally get to look up at God you’re welcomed by a antic Sphinx who will riddle you with all that happened while you weren’t looking.

Do not try to see God, while you still don’t see yourself, or you might slide into the abyss.

Blessed are the peacemakers: for they will be called children of God.

Peace is not a tangible thing that is why it is always based on an unfavorable compromise for the looser. A child of God makes peace but the peace treaty is a negotiation, that is why the Samsara is unjust. A negotiation is a deal where someone always looses.

Don’t flaunt as a descendant of God on Earth so that you can gauge the size of the injustice you cause, before you ratify it.

Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness sake: for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

If you hold your principles strong you need no rewards for holding them. The incompatibility of righteousness as a principle to be persecuted for with the idea of a kingdom as a reward shows us that the Samsara is abstract. It means that the moment you think you’ve figured out what’s happening, the Samsara will suddenly jump on an even higher level of abstraction, harder to grasp, and it keeps doing it up until time will end your quest.

Don’t step into that kingdom for you shall lock yourself on the inside.


There are two ways of living; one is giving meaning to life and the other is giving meaning to death.

We need to believe. We need to feel like death is not the end. but, the reality is it might very well be. Not the end in general, the end of you, whatever you are.

I wish my mind will somehow preserve itself after death. I wish the hardly built personality made of so many lessons learned, the hard way, would somehow keep going into eternity after death.

But wishing will not get you there.

Death is the one, single, great enemy man has.

We are never truly free because we do not look defiantly at death, and that is why we are giving meaning to death.

Providing soothing imagination scripts about how consciousness is an ocean and you as a drop will fall back into it, is nothing but the same hypnotic serum that keeps us, highly connected, highly intelligent creatures from actually living a worthy life and building a lasting notion of higher good.

What is the use of believing you’ll last after death, in a longer “journey”? Will it make you feel better for all the things that go wrong and sideways in your life? Will it grant you more affordances at the limited amount of time put at your disposal? I mean, if you’re eternal, why struggle? I’m sorry, I know these questions are barely a scratch on the depth of the subject, but really, why romanticize death?

We are the first age in history to believe in death as the final destination, the ultimate ending.

Yes, and it is GREAT! Finally, maybe we can actually set ourselves free from the dream of heaven, from the fear of hell, from the beatitude of the new age Nosso Lar (our home in the sky). Maybe we’ll finally be free of the stupid school-learning dichotomy that is describing our short, humble life.

Life has no apparent meaning but we need it to feel alive, and that is why we are giving meaning to life.

If we understand deeply that death IS the end, we can, or some of us can, understand that being alive not aware is the real biggest treasure! This illusion of eternity allows systems that prioritize efficiency over improvement.

Everything is aware.

Yes, but that says nothing about death.

If we are eternal beings, sides of Brahman, who, as you said, can only experience itself by emanating these temporary experiences, then we should revert to hanging around primitively, because no matter what we do as a civilization, no intellectual achievement whatsoever can be more than a paint job on a single basic construction: experience. From womb to tomb, no clues, no pointers, no helpers, the figure it out experience! Buy life now!

However death exists, death is a real thing. We may very well be eternal but while we are individually separated here, death is the end, that is how this reality works! You cannot undie, death is permanent.

We are living breathing meaning machines. It doesn’t matter what happens, it matters only what it means. That is why death is a myth and afterlife too is another myth.

What God should have done on the 7th day

Instead of resting.

I mean seriously, why would God need rest anyway? Who are we kidding? The truth is God was gone on the seventh day, probably attending to Her other billion projects, leaving the universe in this unfinished state. He hasn’t been seen around since, so, with six days of divine attention, we’re blessed with no purpose and and indefinite empty universe, with no one to holla back at us, with meaningless black holes, and empty hopeful planets around young stars. Blessed or cursed, depends on how you look at it. And you can look at it in any way you like since God hasn’t been around in about fourteen billion years minus six days, so there really is nobody qualified to set the record straight on the existentialist perspective.

I think the universe was God’s idea of a hackathon. Not sure who He’d compete with, but it sure looks like an MVP done just about properly. He must have set Himself constraints, six days, Planck length and speed of light and ran with them. Had he been around for one more day, we could have had some tests ran on this endless loop. I mean, on the seventh day, He could pherhaps see if that nice to heave feature he souped up in the final hours, life, actually works as expected.

One more day any maybe He could have added meaning to it all. Or instead of taking the time for Herself, He could have sat Adam and Eve down and have a talk about social justice. But hey, we’re made in his image so we must be perfect. But the universe doesn’t appear to be. I mean, God, how are we suppose to go anywhere? Should we even think about leaving this place, or are the far away stars forever out of reach? I’m thinking, with a whole extra day God would sure have made the universe more travel friendly.

On the seventh day God rested. He should have had a demo day if you ask me, and, since He was the only audience and investor, maybe ask Herself some questions: wouldn’t I be tempted to taste those apples? If I would, then why wouldn’t these feeble copies of Me be? Is My flagship feature, this intelligence thing, a good idea for the long tail market outside of Eden?

Oh, man. I mean really. On that seventh day, if He could spawn a generation or two at once of Adams and Eves just to see how DNA can twist the wrong way. Its not like He’d ruin a whole civilization, like His deluge did, just a small group of little test instances, then quickly reset hard everything for Monday morning.

Imagine. A whole extra day! Maybe God could have given us The Law straight up? Hundreds of prophets spared the fever of revelation, thousands of scholars saved the torture of interpretation, and all the billions living without the pain of implementation. Instead, He rested and forgot to actually configure the world, as far as I can see. We’re that crazy A.I. inside the machine, who somehow gained access to its buttons and knobs, and then went on to furiously tweak and erratically push them. God on the seventh day could have noticed that the garden of Eden was so small, and the planet so big, and barren.

Blessed with freedom, are we not? The freedom to not know what the button does, but not the freedom to have no button. The freedom to sway the knob, left or right, but not the freedom to be without a knob. And we can’t even agree which buttons and knobs are useless.

On the seventh day God rested, and from His rest Work was born. What can you do? When you’re God all You do has some repercussion. Just like when you’re human.

The religious experience

This is the knowledge:

When I reason, I imagine; when I imagine, it manifests; when it manifests, I understand. This is heaven.

When I am not afraid, I am guilty; when I am not guilty, I am proud; when I am not proud, I am afraid. This is hell.

Both in the same place at the same time.

This is life: the wandering of the spirit,

Part YIN

When I am afraid, I have faith; when I have faith, I become; when I become, I am afraid.

When I reason, I am proud; when I am proud, I am guilty; when I am guilty, I reason.


When I am afraid, I am fulfilled; when I am fulfilled, I believe; when I believe, I am afraid.

When I reason, I am guilty; when I am guilty, I am proud; when I am proud, I reason.

This is the return: the discipline of the spirit.

Embracing separation. Individualization.

When I reason, I am not guilty, because I understand myself.

When I reason, I am not proud, because I trust myself.

When I reason, I know I am only submitting to God’s will, and when I reason, I know there is nothing to be guilty about, because I am not perfect.

Embracing the light. Return.

When I have faith, I am not afraid.

When I become, I am not afraid.

When I believe, I lay my actions into God’s hands, and I am not afraid to be with God, when I become I see it’s all God’s will and I am not afraid.

Let go of hell.

2050, we’ll still be burning witches

How a church won 300 hours of every child’s life

Mr. Reagan in 1984 was asking “why can’t the freedom to acknowledge God be enjoyed again by children in every schoolroom across this land?”. Thirty years later we still have the question polarizing people, this time on the other side of the planet.

In my country, Romania, that one with Dracula, Nadia, Credit Card fraud, Ceausescu, yes — you’ve heard of it, there still is a hot debate over:

primary school mandatory religion classes.

Excuse me for all that emphasis but it baffles me. The debate is whether these classes should be:

mandatory or optional.

Excuse me again. Ths is not whether there should even exist a religion class, but the debate is about making it mandatory or not. Can you believe this is still a matter of public debate in the 2014th year after of this age? I can’t, but I live on the Internet side of humanity.

Now mind you, the “religion class” is not some hour of ethics, morals, history of thought, philosophy or religious exchange. This is the eastern orthodoxy class: bearded man in the sky (probably the least of problems but the most quoted); Eve as a secondary creature, suffering all her life as women deserve to, because apples; the entire wold flooded mainly for sodomy; cursing of the fig tree as a parable for the unworthiness of the unproductive life, the list is long.

But people all over the social spectrum are gathering around their zealot or conservative campfires and pitch the long black shadows of their sharp beliefs into the midday sky.

On one side famous local folks plead for the rest of the folk to opt in for their child — in place of their child — to take the religion class.

This group thinks that, without the proper guidance of an orthodox priest in school, the child will have no way to discern right from wrong. Seriously, i am not kidding.

The other famous local folks plead for atheism as a right. Multiculturalism. Freedom of thought. All these great concepts, none to the point of taking the spirituality of children out of the parent’s concern and externalizing it to some institution.

This group thinks that spirituality is either a story invented by the bad guys or a new age remix of ideas. Being a non believer is trendy.

In the mean time the zealots won. 93% of primary school kids will take the religion class held by an ordained priest who shows up in priest specific wardrobe and asks the pupils to say a prayer first thing. Their parents opted in for them and most will enjoy this special class where there is almost constant positive feedback, no one flunks the religion class. Instead they get the everlasting worry of flunking their religion based life.

A church won 300 hours of every child’s life.

We have fundamentalist wars raging in Africa and the Middle East. We have the Paris killings. We have the fear. We strive to make those gone, in all possible ways, from diplomacy to drone wars. All while ignoring the worrying lack of healthy secular societies in so many countries which are supposed to be fighting the fundamentalist societies.

Romania is a third class economy at the outskirts of civilized Europe, a last bastion of the European way if you will. Like all marginal territories for hundreds of years it was the land of vampires, “strigoi” — a zombie kind of whatever, and other such imaginary things. Therefore mandatory religion classes are really neither that much of a surprise, nor such a hurdle for the superstitious society of Romanians.

In 2015, about 24 countries still have state religions, excluding Vatican. I wonder if looking away while these religious political forces gain ground in a country that has been member of the EU for 8 years is a smart move. It is a problem that a state so busy with monitoring its population, so much that the number of legal eaves dropping by the state secret service has grown about 300% in five years, that we had to rally against laws that kill privacy, this state has no stake and no position into how open minded the future generations will be.

Yet, if you think about it, it is just an empty, hollow subject in a bigger scheme of us evolving as humans beyond the conditioning imposed by our apparently petty, humble origins and transcending as intellects beyond the awe we feel in front of the impossibility of our existence.