The Love of Blood

Christianity is based on the presupposition that "God requires Blood for the remission of sins." (Hebrews 9:22-28). Jesus is regarded as the "final sacrifice" to end the practice of slaughtering sheep and pouring their Blood over the alter in the most holy of holy places. He is the "Lamb of God" which taketh away the "sin" of the world (John 1:29). and if i don’t believe in "God’s only begotten son" i "stand condemned" (John 3:16-18) because his Blood washes away my "sins" and makes me white as snow...If i do not accept the Blood of Jesus, your theology says i will burn in hell for all eternity. Even Jesus himself is quoted as saying that "if you do not drink my Blood and eat my flesh you will have no part of my kingdom."(although i believe he was being ficicious and metaphorical here) My question is, (keeping in mind the biblical definition of Agape): If "God" is (Agape) Love, WHY did he require the shedding of innocent blood for the remission of "sins" in the first place (see Leviticus)? Does UNCONDITIONAL Love require a blood sacrifice for the remission of "sins"? Does SELF-LESS Love require a blood sacrifice for the remission of "sins"? If you love someone do you demand that they sacrifice something for you? Doesn’t the concept of demanding a sacrifice seem conditional and selfish to you? Why must you equate Love with sacrifice? If "God" is Love, WHY does he require blood for the remission of "sins"? and further more, If "God" is Love, WHY would he create a law that would condemn and judge people as sinners anyways? If you voluntarily, unconditionally and self-lessly Love someone do you hand them an impossible list of rules to follow and in addition expect them to sacrifice something they Love in order to atone for the rules they inevitably will break and threaten them with death, hell and damnation if they fail? If Yahway the god of the Torah was not the devil himself i don’t know who is. I believe that Jesus saw thru this bull-shit and offered himself as a scapegoat to free his people from an oppressive and usurious religion...and thru misinterpretation of his words combined with Pauls desperate and feeble attempts justify the law of the Torah with the revolutionary message of Love that Jesus proclaimed, Christians have created a new temple from the ruins of the old and turned the revolution that Jesus started into the new orthedoxy, once again making it all about BLOOD...i don’t think our Salvation depends on blood of Jesus any more than it depended on the blood of sheep and goats...I believe our salvation as humans depends on LOVE and nothing but...If we do not learn to LOVE unconditionally and self-lessly we will continue to persecute and kill each other in the name of "God".

The Conspiracy of Society

Society is a vast conspiracy to control and possess that which is sacred. The original sin of humankind, pride, places it’s throne above “God” claiming dominion over all the earth and it’s inhabitants. It eats of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil which is Law, and passes it’s fruits to our children and our children’s children, the fruits of judgement, condemnation, and guilt. It binds our minds and our hearts with precept upon precept. Society is a disease that feeds on what is alive and free and wild. It is the anti-thesis of life itself. It promises safety, security and comfort in return for painful toil but the wages of sin is death. The system of capitalism is a disease that perpetuates slavery, oppression, greed and violence, it is the anti-thesis of freedom, self-reliance and autonomy.

The Tyrant is a Slave

The spider is a slave to her web,The tyrant is a slave to his throne, the hand a slave to the stomach, they all end up dying alone…the fish is a slave to the ocean, the worm a slave to the soil, the farmer slaves in his garden with painful labor and toil. Love is the only redemption, the balance of darkness and light, death is the only forgiveness, the morning comes after the night.

Secret of Your Soul

When I look into your eyes so wild and free, mystical, angelic, I wonder what you see, come to me my angel share with me the secret of your soul. I want to know the secret, but I don’t want to break the seal, I’ll accept it as a gift but I won’t beg or steal, come to me my angel, share with me the secret of your soul.

Jenn

She’s got fire in her eyes and a monkey on her back, she’s walking thru the quarter looking for a sack, she say’s she’s leaving town and she ain’t never coming back, but I don’t think she’s going anywhere…Everywhere she goes everybody knows her name, she gets just what she wants she knows how to play the game, she says she’s tired of this town, everything’s the same, but I don’t think she’s going anywhere…she say’s working these streets is a tough row to hoe, even though she’s on paper she says she’s ready to go, she says she’s as free as a bird but I don’t know, I don’t think she’s going anywhere…we’re sitting at the moonwalk staring out at the river, she’s got a son on the west bank she knows he’ll forgive her, she said “I just gotta do me for awhile.” She looks me in the eye and she gives me a smile, and the wind ruffles her long brown hair, she says she’s wild and free and doesn’t have a care, but I don’t think she’s going anywhere

Fowl Society

They eat and fuck and clack and cluck and live inside their zones
They strut and fluff and act real tough, like dogs fighting over a bone
Like kittens and tits they fight for their bits like there’s not enough to share
And when it’s done you better run if the hand that feeds is bare
They’ll peck your fingers and your toes, that’s how the story always goes
Right or wrong, foul or fair the rooster always gets his share
Dependant on authority…lost their way, don’t know how to be free
So they’ll sharpen their beaks just to make you bleed
Cuz you’re the only one they see sitting on the throne.

Picture

“…and the word became flesh and dwelt among us.”-John chap.1
A painter can change a person’s life without uttering a single syllable. God, the master artist speaks to us each and every day. A man cannot fathom the infinite omnipresence of God until he stands on the shore and watches the sea pale in comparison. He cannot know the essence of humility until he lies beneath the stars and realizes how small and insignificant he is in the grand scheme of things. He will not know his creator until he bows down in humble adoration to that power that is bigger than himself and cries out “what is man that you are mindful of him?”
Nature is a fleeting shadow through the window of a man’s soul. Until he recognizes the form of whom that shadow belongs to and opens the door and allows him to illuminate the recesses of his soul he will forever be a stranger to his creator. A man is intimate with God when he can feel his caress in the breeze that ruffles his hair, and can see his face shine upon him as the sun rises above the horizon.
The most effective and impactful form of communication is not the use of words to express a thought or idea, but the use of words to paint a picture that illustrates that thought or idea. We that know the Truth have a responsibility to express it.