If You Believe It, You’ll See It

I really, really wish I could believe all the bizarre hocus pocus things like astrology and palm readings and other pseudo-sciencey, pseudo-religiousy things so I could lay all my blame for all the unpleasantries going on all over this pretty yet petulant planet of ours (those dang locusts in Africa are biblically unrelenting) on a misaligned moon or star…

That said, this is a rather interesting read whether you want to believe it or not.


“Astrology’s skeptics and detractors like to make a fuss about how foolish it is to imagine that, simply by looking to the stars, we can know what the future will bring. But to argue this is to completely misunderstand one of modern astrology’s central purposes — not to find our destinies, but to find our actually existing, living human selves.”

Who Cares If Astrology Isn’t ‘Real’?, The Cut, May 14, 2020

#alonetogetherwiththeskeptics

Any “Weird Christians” Out There?

When I was a kid a buddy of mine would occasionally drag me along to a Catholic church service with him, seeing how misery loves company, especially as a child. Even though I hadn’t a clue what was going on — being raised Protestant — I was always mesmerized by the outlandish garb, the thick incense, and especially the incomprehensible Latin that still kind of seemed to make sense. It all seemed so surreal, so magical.

I’m not m much of a church-goer, but I’ve never had that wondrous feeling at a Protestant service and I guess deep down I’ve always wished I had.

Perhaps if I had, I would have gone more to church.

Perhaps not.


More and more young Christians, disillusioned by the political binaries, economic uncertainties and spiritual emptiness that have come to define modern America, are finding solace in a decidedly anti-modern vision of faith. As the coronavirus and the subsequent lockdowns throw the failures of the current social order into stark relief, old forms of religiosity offer a glimpse of the transcendent beyond the present.

From The Future of Christianity Is Punk, New York Times, May 8, 2020
Courtesy the New York Times

#alonetogetherbeingweird

Proverbs and a Poem

How long, you simpletons, will you insist on being simpleminded? How long will you mockers relish your mocking? How long will you fools hate knowledge?

Proverbs 1:22, New Living Translation

O, but the mockers’ cry

Makes my heart afraid,

As though a flute of bone

Taken from a heron’s thigh,

A heron crazed by the moon,

Were cleverly, softly played

From The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats

No Mind, No Attachment

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The Mind in its dimensions is broad and great, like empty space. It has no sides or limits, it is neither square nor round, neither large nor small. It is neither blue, yellow, red, nor white; it has neither upper nor lower; it is neither long nor short. It knows neither anger nor pleasure, neither right nor wrong, neither good nor evil. It is without beginning and without end. But good friends, do not, hearing me speak of emptiness, become attached to emptiness.

Shin’ichi Hisamatsu, from The Characteristics of Oriental Nothingness

 

#ofthejournals

 
 

Screwed

Did thine Savior truly say,
Blessed are those who do not doubt me,
Ere His mounting upon that skull-shaped hill?

If so, then needs must be to Him I pray
On a bended and shaky knee
Begging for Him to bless me, still.

For, while I have no doubt today
That the Son of God is He,
Tomorrow, without a doubt, I will.
 

#ofthejournals

“The Way” of Technology

Well, my bold Westworld binge-watching bonanza proclamation turned out to be nothing more than a bunch of ballyhooed BS…

I only got through the fourth episode before running out of time.

Consequently, I can’t provide anything much in the way of a review. But I can provide a bit of feedback that might mean something about its watchability

Which is… I kept falling asleep while watching it.

Now, full disclosure, I’ve taken some of my best naps during what turned out to be some of my favorite shows so my inability to stay awake while watching Westworld in and of itself doesn’t mean that much.

As for what I was able to stay awake for… I really like what it is trying to do in concept; however, its execution…

Continue reading ““The Way” of Technology”

Military Uniforms versus Religious Uniforms

WARNING: This post attempts to make a bit of humor over various religions’ garb requirements


When I joined the US Navy in 1983, sailors were still allowed to wear beards. However, with the military, prompted by the dictates of its Cold War Warrior Commander-in-Chief and President Ronald Reagan, in a fast-paced process of snapping out of its ragtag and drug-laden Vietnam War Police Conflict low-standards hangover, the navy outlawed full beards in 1984.

After which, many o’ Old Salts requested to Go Ashore permanently, as they would rather quit or retire from service than retire their beards.

I was just a young “Boot Camp” of a wog at the time who could barely grow even a little patch of peach fuzz let alone a full beard, but I still remember how passionate my Senior Chief was about keeping his beard.

And this passion of his and other bearded Old Salts like him was stirred simply over a style choice and tradition, so I can only imagine how one must feel about the importance of keeping one’s beard as a religious requirement, which is exactly the passion three enlisted servicemembers who are of the Sikh religion must be feeling right now as they petition the military for exemptions to be allowed to wear their religion-required beards and turbans.

 

If I remember correctly, I believe the primary reason the Navy gave for no longer allowing full beards was that they did not allow for the proper donning of gas masks, which created a health and military readiness risk. Another, and probably a more driving reason, was that beards did not allow for the professional military appearance that the Top Brass was striving for.

My position on this has evolved over the years, as it has on many social issues.

Now I’m like, meh… the military makes many exceptions for many situations so why not these?

For example, many servicemembers are allowed to wear beards under a doctor’s order. This is common when, typically a male, is prone to get in-grown hairs from having to shave his face so often.

And as for turbans and other religious requirements…

Now, I’ll admit, all the various grooming and wardrobe requirements that all our various religions place upon us is, in my opinion…

Stoopid.

I mean, c’mon. All the goofy hats the Pope wears (hence the sarcastic saying in response to a obvious/stoopid question: Does the Pope wear a goofy hat?) is enough to outfit a circus show, not to mention all the goofy hats all the other religious leaders and religious wannabes insist on wearing.

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Obviously I’m a bit skeptical about any religion that requires one to dress a certain way in order worship its god, so obviously I sympathize with the military and its position of restraint when allowing exemptions for, what I’m sure are way too many, all of the various religions’ various garb requirements and impositions.

Besides, the military, and especially the navy, is doing just fine with all its goofy hat requirements, as is evidenced by the hat that young “Boot Camp” of a wog who can barely grow even a patch of peach fuzz for a beard is wearing in that ancient picture on found on the sidebar…

However, as our nation is, and is quickly becoming much more, diverse, I can foresee it becoming harder and harder for the military to not allow for more and more exemptions in the future.

Besides, doesn’t this Royal Air Force officer look striking and professional in his militarily accommodating military garb?

Sikh Royal Air Force Officer / Wikimedia Commons


 

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS?

 
 

And Especially A Time To Sleep…

A Time To Sleep
Zeno and Aurelius practicing some of that Old-Time Religion


 

Ecclesiastes 3

1   To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
2   A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant,
and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
3   A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;
4   A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;
5   A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
6   A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;
7   A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
8   A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.

 
 

I AM GOD I AM

I AM GOD
 

And God spake unto Moses,   I Am That I Am!

And I speak unto thee,   Well then, so am I!

I mean, seriously, that That in the name of God has to be the most ambiguous pronoun in the history of pronouns…

I mean, seriously, that That’s antecedent can be literally anything…

And yes, I do mean “literally”…

I mean, seriously, we are talking about God here, right?

Right.

Ergo, if that That in the name of God can mean anything at all within the expanses of the endless and infinite universes – those of the past, the present, and the future – then that That in the name of God can surely mean me.

Right?

Right.

Ergo, if God Is Me He Is, then it must mean that I Am God I Am.

Right?

Right.

Now, after reading this, I’m certain (and not just because I’m God) that some of you are beside yourself right now and are literally, yes, literally, damning me (not Me) to Hell for all of infinity right about now.

Well, all I have to say in response to your damn damnation is…

May God bless you.

And I do.

 
 

Nebula Cultus no.5

Nebula Cultus no.5

During that half-measured beat of our lives
for Heaven, we look upward to Sky
for Hell, downward to Earth

All while desperately, dependently, desirously
existing within an infinitely expanding Universe –
our One Song Eternal – a Rhythmical Void void
of Direction
of Time

A Void where that which we seek
be it that Heaven, or that Hell
can only be found within
that Composition of our
Mind

 
 

Of That Which Is

The That Of God

Where does It come from
The Matter of Science
The That of God

We think we know
We believe we know

But we’re wrong
And we’re right

You think
I don’t

I believe
You won’t

The Matter
The That

Forever trapped We are –
within our thoughts
within our beliefs
within an
eternally
transcendent
irreconcilable
bliss