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Middle Ground

Denying God is a choice for some folks. This choice has many different factors, most of which are not evil. The roots of disbelief are varied and don’t have as much to do with Satan as they do with our psychology.

I’ll stay as far from the atheist vs theist movement as much as possible. These two groups, in my eyes, are the charismatic extremes of the normal everyday believer or non believer. While one labors to live today within an Old Testament reality the other spends an inordinate amount of time talking about the crusades. Neither of these two will help anyone.

I have learned that the middle road scenery is a more realistic journey. I have to stay focused on the path because life seems to push us to extremes. I’m not afraid of God or biology, and for me, it’s what we’re all made of.

At it’s purest form God seems to be the “thing” we question or celebrate every time something good or bad happens to us. After a series of unfortunate events we may question “Why me!” Maybe we hit a string of luck and feel fortunate that somehow it was our turn. Either way, luck, good or bad, assumes an external control.

The strange thing is that whether you believe or don’t, there’s a nagging “something” within the human condition that questions our place in the world. A believer who questions their faith during times of trial, or the non believer who rationalizes events in their life, both rely on something invisible to the average human condition of understanding. Both experience events beyond their understanding and question “why”.

I’m not making a case for or against believing or non belief. I’m simply pointing to the fact that we share this space of unknown consequence. We experience things beyond or control or understanding and attempt to fill it with faith or facts. When both of these fail it seems it’s just us. Somehow we are the unfortunate or fortunate ones.

This space is where the disagreement comes and folks have preyed (no pun intended) on probably forever in human history. It’s almost like I wish we could define for folks what it was like “pre-religious”. Like we do for pre-industrialization. From the accounts we have, it was a violent existence. I’m not saying religion saved the world , it seems it capitalized on humans ability to organize for collective survival. However, we are certainly better off as humans for exploring our spiritual side, it’s when it became a vocation we strayed.

Origins are the key. It’s from these points we can move foreword with coherence. We won’t change institutional religion in government, they’re mutually exclusive at this point, we’d have to eliminate both and that’s not gonna happen. We can enlighten folks on the history of our humanity so that they may exercise their spirituality more responsibly.

So whoever or whatever we fill that void with, we have to leave room for respect and honesty. When I say honesty I don’t mean facts, I mean feelings. I am in the middle between facts and feelings, not to be objective, although that helps, but I think the middle is the space where balance rules.

Hitting folks over the head with a Bible or Quran just makes folks numb. Just like throwing our a barrage of scientific facts to counter someone’s spiritual sensibilities shuts down dialog. Someone had to stand in the gap of reason.

Religion is not spirituality and science is not intelligence. It makes no sense that God would subjugate his creation, just as it makes no sense science would reject possibility. Between the two most of us live, and within the two we survive our own intellectual and spiritual ignorance. And this is life.

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Breathing Ashes

Two hearts beat at opposite ends of the earth. One thuds slowly in the heat of the day while another races to sleep on a cold winter night. Human, they share the beat of a different rhythm.

Like minds stretch across continents to join a conversation of cosmic concern. One contemplates the trials of hunger while another struggles with life under fire. Human, they share the trials of life with an empathetic tone and open mind.

We share characteristics and chemicals the transcend borders and flags, but the words between us are garbled in the distance. I see you in plasma and pixels, I hear you in surround sound, but you must be more than an excerpt.

The currency and thick hands that strangle us are illusions, our blood is real, warm, and too precious to dye sidewalks and sand. Hate is the mirage that those crows caw and flap their wings at trying to stir up grit and thermal winds. If we stop for one second and look past their shiny feathers and listen to the silence we can share the wind and warm our souls, rather than scorch the earth.

I know your human, I know outside your temples, mosques, and churches you love me, I’m you, human and flesh. You can’t think of me as a person, then your dogma transgresses humanity. Silence those voices that scream and twist our humanity into a competition for an afterlife that rots in a tomb.

Now is important. You and I together can remove our amamah’s and ties, leave our books on the table, and share a meal to celebrate enlightenment from man and all his fears or greed. No one has, nor ever will, own this earth. We will all return to it and become one in the end.

Two dreamers hungry for the truth that we stand on. Feet firmly planted in souls instead of soil. We go unnoticed like the insects that forge their lives in the dirt. It’s important work, handshakes and smiles, kind words and thoughts, just two dreamers lucid and true.

Two souls dancing in a boreal existence. Colors and directions swaying between the realm of possibility and and the reality that the only places we’ll ever meet is within the wind as long as we breathe and within the earth when our ashes become dust.

Faith with legs and feet!

Show me where Christ put others before his beliefs. Never!!! Not even on the cross when others couldn’t understand did He fall to the pressures of family, culture, or religion. He hung alone with His Father. So where are you justifying being a lamb of men?

How do you justify being a follower? Christ taught us to lead, and step up your game under duress. There are so many layers to society and little room at the top; so who do you bow down to? Parents, Jesus referred to his mother as “woman”! Your community? Jesus rebuked his friends constantly. Your state? Jesus let them have what was theirs. Your church? Jesus put the Pharisees in their place along with the money changers. So how are you sitting around justifying your faith by showing up.

It’s like the guy who’s shows up to work everyday, but doesn’t do anything meaningful, except make others folks job harder. Or the friend or family member who shows up during tragic moments to find out “the scoop”. Or maybe it’s worse. You could be the one who shows up does what their told no matter and is afraid to confront the other two aforementioned folks. Jesus had no problem putting folks on blast.

Maintaining my faith is easier outside of all these places that attempt to define us. Family, culture, religion, government; all of them run contrary to your relationship with Christ. Look how many times He had to get away to come back and set things straight. We’re no different. I’m away right now, and it’s ok.

I know I’ll never be the same Christian again. I’ve had great examples of friends who demonstrated true friendship. I’ve had examples of folks whose faith “has legs and feet”. Now it’s Him and I finding me in this earthly jungle of vines. I’m happy though; and although I’m not in touch with many folks, I’m in touch with Christ and it’s good.

I don’t need religion to understand my salvation and the role it plays with others. I don’t need denominations to do good works. I don’t need corporate bible studies to network and learn about popular beliefs of Christian doctrine. I don’t need prayer groups , we’re all supposed to be doing that anyway, constantly is still a challenge though!

My relationship with Christ is no longer influenced and hopefully the little works I do here and there inspire others to reach out. I don’t hate, but won’t concede. I don’t judge, but I’ll consider. I try and fail daily to rise above my humanness, while remaining humble.

I see through these quasi political religious aristocrats espousing verses and euphemisms for political, financial, and personal gain. They don’t effect my life for the most part, but I keep abreast of the lies and misdeeds that weaken the culture and society I live in. There are beautiful folks out there doing wonderful deeds just for the sake of humanity. These are the heights I aspire to.

I’m stronger in my faith and stronger in my heart. I hope everyone steps out with their faith and we don’t need labels or causes to do good things for the sake of good. Christ will survive religion or denominations in my heart. Until then I’ll just continue to try to look for the good in everyone and pray for the best.

Stained Glass

The center of mass epiphanizes
The hum on either side
Of fervent hearts that realize
What has loved and died.

No thurible spewing smoke and ash
Can underline the hate that loves
To twist and turn and outwardly lash
At sinners posing as white doves

Service is a belief that work is done
When nothing is ever completed
In a world that revolves around the sun
And lost souls wondering and defeated

So what makes you think you’re saved
Sitting in pews lined with past transgressions
While the working man still behaves
And toils to long to pay concessions

There is no seat for the true believer
To sit and ponder other men’s accomplishments
With no time for the real deceiver
And his lies that darkly languish

Silence, that’s what I owe the preacher
Who screams once a week
Between whispers and cheers
Lifting themselves above the weak

My strength is the word spoken
By Christ and no one in between
This world and your words as token
Coins that shine just to be seen

So take your alters, your sanctuaries of smoke and mirrors
Open your glass windows anointed with plastic histories
I don’t need you to define my Savior
He lives within me, not stories

I’m not “The Whipping Boy”!!!

I can’t write shit with all these considerations.

Fuck the left and right and all the silence in the middle.

Some things are just so obvious they blind us like looking into the sun
I don’t care about no parasitic government that feeds on anything that moves.

I hear all this shit about accept me or I’ll whine dollars from your character.

I don’t have to agree with your stupid ass to be a good person.

I don’t need your funded research to know the truths that you’re creating, fuck you and you’re medicated mania.

I didn’t grow up with exceptions or pills to grab at that one last string of posterity bitch, I lived and died by my own hands stained with life.

I’m normal motherfucker;

I like girls and I’m a boy,

I’m fat and wish I was buff,

I’m poor and love my folks

I’m white and see right through that guilt your scattering like confetti at a history convention full of folks walking on the dead efforts of abstract statues. Your Polo stripes and gold chains are nothing but faux art bitch.

I’m clean and see your fake ass smiling when you come out of the pharmacy looking down on the other addict begging coffee in the McDonald’s parking lot, but I see you hypocritical ass for what it is.

I see your cropped photos with plastic backgrounds that have no scent or taste for living things.

I believe in Christ’ life bitch, and I don’t need your hierarchal ladder that wouldn’t even hold Jacobs weight, it’s a prop. You can’t do outreach like visiting a zoo wearing rubber gloves and surgical masks, then shower off and boast to your mannequins how bold you are. You collect dollars and sweat from the poor to dress the wealthy. Faith ain’t a path to pedigree bitch.

I see your morality dancing on a silver stage with origami bills dancing on coins and yellow promises written in the blood of the laborers scarred hands.

I’m not a privileged prick proud of the table that some fake ass wannabe prepared for his own ability to step on the neck of disparity.

I’m no chameleon either, I’m proud, and you ain’t gonna catch me with no Newport smoking, red hair dyed, Mountain Dew drinking bitch trying to buy me sneakers and pants to wear around my ass like some chain gang bitch. I wear my boots and a belt with my T-shirt stretched over my stomach. My truck shines when it rains and when it’s parked its a tool box.

And these folks that are all wrapped up in clothes and ideas from the opposite sex are fucked up, but it’s cool. Be you, do you!!! Just don’t bring your silly ass around me expecting me to buy into your bathroom fetishes. When we let your ass out of the closet that wasn’t a ticket to take your weird shit into the street, keep it in the bedroom bitch, I got kids. I promise I ain’t gonna try and change you, and you damn sure can’t change me. You’re adolescent peer pressure shit don’t work with grown folks.

I saved this last group to close my rant. These lying ass multi faced pariahs that call theirselves our leaders are done, maybe not gone, but hopefully we’ll make a shift from putting the guy nobody could ever work with in political office so we don’t have to deal with him in real life. These motherfuckers have been playing this role so long they believe the shit they say. They need to take their fluid truths and popular opinions and go back to middle school to revisit phases and stages that were obviously missed.

And those bastards that run around like adolescent cheerleaders whispering lies about the players need to be exposed and made to get a real job that doesn’t drain the coffers.

I’m a nice guy. I live my life simply and don’t want to change anyone. I don’t have to be one of those “off the grid” guys to live my life by the simple truths I’ve learned through lessons and wisdom.

I ain’t racist, sexist, or any other “ist”

I ain’t buying into conservatism, liberalism, or any other “ism”

I am a free man who enjoys a diverse circle of folks who are hopefully comfortable in their own skin. We don’t need the lies that come with your insecurities. We don’t have colors, sexes, denominations, or affiliations. We’re just folks keeping it real. So your welcome to visit anytime, just you though, leave all those other folks you are where they can get fed, not here.

Peace out!!!

Structure of Faith

Are we not as Christians paying tribute to God when we dress or build ornately? How do we separate ourselves from the Mayan, or Egyptian, whose Gold brought them closer to their God, or should we?

So how is the Pope different from the “Wllilaq Umu” which was the Incan high priest. These men considered sacred or holy in their position to the powers that be. Serving in parallel structures of government. Their rituals and traditions cementing their pedigree in lies and lore.

Hypocrisy knows no boundaries and Jesus pointed this out with the Pharisees. Putting rituals, procedure, and positions within our spirituality is akin to trying to organize and stratify love. These are lies the spiritual man uses to fend off religion.

The simple truth is that love is invisible, like the wind. We can’t grasp it or master it as a skill. There are no hierarchies, stratification or organizations that can improve love. It all comes home to faith, trust, and hope. These abstract concepts that fuel the consciousness towards goodness.

The disconnect between the “Modern Church” and the violent spiral our communities are experiencing speaks to exclusion. This stratification, the charismatic poor, the free worshiping middle class, and enlightenment that wealth falsely provides is a division that sustains the “Corporate Church” hierarchy with all it’s wealth and power. The world sees the hypocrisy and notes this.

This is not a new story by any stretch of the imagination. The rise of conservatism mirrors the rise of the church, which doesn’t equate to a rise in spirituality or a more moral society. Both groups grow in self importance until they implode, which we’re seeing happen before our eyes.

So it’s a simple understanding of more may actually be less. Within this behemoth we call religion few men or woman speak the Gospel truth, which is not to say they don’t speak a truth at all. There’s a tipping point for religion where a few folks together have a peaceful accountability and speak the Gospel truth. As the religion grows the music gets louder and the message becomes noise. This need for power is Human, not blessed. So I stand alone before God and revere His Son.

Take away the titles and draw charts for different religions, denominations, or sects and you will reveal the truth of similarity, which isn’t surprising. Jesus didn’t have disciples as priests, in fact he admonished the thought of a hierarchy of disciples. The fact you can even make a chart should speak to your heart.

Let them keep their riches, titles, and power. You never walk alone with Jesus in your heart. We should never follow another person, only walk with them to paradise as a brother or sister in love. The moment someone speaks with authority walk away and wish them well with a prayer.

Seeing is Believing

I feel as though Jesus anointed my eyes
And the moment I saw it was all a lie

While seeing with my senses I could go along
Walk with confidence at being so strong

Today what I hear is not what I saw
A light far away from the world I recall

The things I’ve touched have faded to dust
My hands are stained with doubt and rust.

The smells I tasted no longer leave a smile
They’ve melded into one like food into bile.

I sleep according to night, an old familiar place
Dreaming of darkness and the wide open space

I’m not quite sure if its a loss or a gain
But my eyes have been opened to the curse of again