Holy Water

I had an interesting conversation about resignation yesterday. What happens when one removes themselves from their hearts knowing in lieu of the “knowing” of the group …the general norm of a faction of some sort or another.
To force oneself into resignation eventually breeds contempt, and perhaps, some pretty toxic outpouring at some point. Or maybe just a slow death, the deadening of the senses… and sometimes the death of innocent victims…

Of course this conversation was instigated by some Christian Doctrines that hover nearby… As they seem to do.

I came up with some pretty heavy Christian suppression.
My grandmother was a toxic born again christian. She found the lord on one of my Grandpa’s trips out with the USO. He came home to a letter from the Metropolitan Opera Company and my grandmother’s new found faith. The letter was accepting him as the new Lead Baritone in the company, her faith in the church and his unwavering love for her disallowed him from taking the position. Opera, you see, is secular music- taboo in the Christian community.
My grandfather heeded his wife’s insistence, and began to die that afternoon. A slow death that lasted a lifetime. It was not until her deathbed that she realized just how much he loved her… She never told me that she knew she took away his life force with her fanaticism. But she told me in her own way when she said, “Never be with a man who doesn’t treat you like a Goddess.” I heard her. She was on her way to meet him in Heaven (she hoped) and she was acknowledging him finally. I know she was afraid it was too late… She had her doubts about reaching their heaven…
I do hope the fear didn’t win out.

Anyway, Imagine my surprise when I saw the news yesterday afternoon, the earlier conversation ringing in my ears.

The News.. Oh boy….

What did we have in the news?
The two top stories…

The body of young Chelsea King has been found…. Apparently she was violated and then murdered by someone who should indeed have been given the max sentence, (Suggested by the key psychiatrist) in a molestation case back in 2000. The psychiatrist felt that his lack of remorse or accountability made him an unlikely candidate for rehabilitation. Six years time served had him back out on the streets, not only violating but, killing a young woman not ten years later.
Which brings us to top story number two…. The same story, really, only BIGGER.

The Vatican.
The oh so Pius and repressed VATICAN… The greatest suppressor of all.
Under the auspices of former Cardinal Joseph Ratsinger, head of the Archdiocese in Munich, Germany (the current Pope Benedict XVI) “Hundreds [more] people have come forward in the last few months with accusations of abuse by priests. New details emerged Saturday about a case in the Munich Archdiocese that the church [or shall we say Cardinal Joseph Ratsinger] has acknowledged it made “serious mistakes” in handling.” To paraphrase the NY TIMES

What is it that makes it okay to cover up the actions of priests who have in abusing their responsibilities abused people? Why does the “church” get away with such transparent suppression, only for us sinners to find out later that the real sinner is the Church? Where violators are not only supported, but their actions are covered up and hidden from the public, and…
AND ALLOWED to continue inflicting the sick and twisted results of their own repression.

Here we are again folks; repress who you really are and feel the toxins. You can pretend that their beliefs are your beliefs. You can try to believe “it” whatever “it” may be, but if “it” ain’t really you, then you are doing a disservice to yourself and in turn, to the whole of the Universe.

I rarely go a hunting for news. In fact it often turns my stomach and I am left feeling unproductive 99% of the time when I do happen upon it . Last week I was inspired by Ashburn and his suppressive, repressive antics, to write based on the news, and this week, we move to the Church. Same antics it seems.
Both top stories yesterday were exactly the same. Give the reigns to an oppressor, a violator, and see what happens when you let them go… There is no difference between the current pope, and the sleezebag who violated Chelsea King. It may not have been his hand that feltched those young boys and girls, but in hiding the story, and sending the priests in question back out to “duty” it may as well have been his hand.
When are the Pillars of the churches going to finally crumble? (As Chris Cornell has said so prophetically once again… Tear all your temples down… I’m on a mission now) They seem to be working hard at it.

Is there something in the air? perhaps the planets?
While looking into the planets idea, I happened upon an article on planet waves, it seems that Utah has just passed a law outlawing miscarriages…

I think I need to stop here… I am starting to get that pit in my tummy….

The lyrics of these two songs, written by Chris Cornell, who apparently had some intense shit to shake on the same subject, say it all. Read on….

Holy Water
Holy water on the brain and I’m losing sleep
Holy bible on the night stand next to me
As I’m raped by another monkey circus freak
Trying to take my indignance away from me

Holy water is rusting me

Bloody murder is the best I’ve heard her scream
Holy devil in the flesh some might believe
And they take thine majesty so seriously
It’s the big lies that are more likely to be believed

Holy water is rusting me…. It’s rusting me

Damn the water if it’s life you want to drink
Mind your mother if it makes you feel at ease
As you’re raped by another monkey circus freak
It’s the big lies that are more likely to be believed

Holy water is rusting me…. It’s rusting me

(written by Chris Cornell )

Wooden Jesus

Wooden Jesus where are you from?
Korea or Canada or maybe Taiwan
I didn’t know it was the Holy Land
But I believed from the minute The check left my hand,
and I pray

Can I be saved? I spent all my money On a future grave
Wooden Jesus I’ll cut you in On twenty percent of my future sin

Porcelain Mary her majesties pure
Looking for virgin territory
Coat hanger halos don’t come cheap
From television shepherds with living room Sheep,
and I pray

Can I be saved? I spent all my money On a future grave
Wooden Jesus I’ll cut you in On twenty percent of my future sin

(written by Chris Cornell )

If you wonder why I left the Mr. Out from in front of Ashburn’s name…
I was inspired:
Excuse Me Mr

Oh – excuse me Mr.
Do you have the time,
Or are you so important that it stands still for you?
Excuse me Mr.
Want you lend me your ear,
Or are you not only blind but do you not hear?
Excuse me Mr. but isn’t that your oil in the sea,
And the pollution in the air Mr.,
Whose could that be?

So, excuse me Mr.
But I’m a mister too.
And you’re givin’ Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like you.
And, I’m taking the Mr. from out in front of your name,
’cause it’s a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame.
It’s a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame.

And I’ve seen enough,
Oh – I’ve seen enough,
I’ve seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much.

Excuse me Mr.
Can’t you see the children dying?
You say that you can’t help them,
Mr. you’re not even trying.
Excuse me Mr.
Just take a look around.
Oh, Mr. just look up and you will,
You’ll see it’s coming down.
Oh, excuse me Mr. but I’m, I’m a mister too.
And you’re givin’ Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like you.
So, I’m taking the Mr. from out in front of your name,
’cause it’s a Mr. like you that puts the rest of us to shame.
it’s a Mr. like you, puts the rest of us to shame.

And I’ve seen enough,
I’ve seen en…, I’ve seen en…,
I’ve seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much.
I’ve seen enough,
Oh – I’ve seen enough to know that I’ve seen too much.

’cause Mr. when you’re rattling on heaven’s gate.
By then it is too late.
’cause Mr. when you get there,
They don’t ask what you saved.
All they’ll want to know Mr. is what you gave.
So, excuse me Mr.
But I’m a mister too.
And you’re givin’ Mr. a bad name,
Mr. like… you.

So, I’m taking the Mr. from out in front of your name,
’cause it’s a Mr. like you puts the rest of us to shame.
Mr. like you, puts the rest of us to shame.
Oh…
…shame.
(written by Ben Harper)