Religion is Killing God
April 22nd 2008 17:33
When I was a much younger boy, prepubescent actually, there was very little that didn’t fascinate and hold my curiosity; from bugs to frogs or from misty rains to cloud castles in the sky. Colors, smells and sounds piqued my curiosity and delighted my imagination. I drew pictures and wrote constantly, rolled in tall grasses, waded in muddy creeks and explored mysterious caves. However, my biggest delight was in seeing new people, big n tall, short n small, and every thing in betwixt and between. Sadly, I was to shy to approach strangers.
Warm weather was savored and spent fully out doors tracking animals, tasting different plants, making clay toys from the deposits by a nearby stream and firing them in campfires; to be finished later by painting them with berry or grass juices.
Rainy wet weather was a delightful time to go out and explore with bare feet; wet grass feels so good on naked flesh and mud oozing up between your toes is sheer heaven, while foraging around flooded streams was always a sure time to find and rescue displaced critters.
Winter snow was a magnet that drew siblings and me outside wearing a double layer of clothing, a thin jacket and socks for gloves to make snow angels and snow men, snow caves, or to smell the impossibly cold air while using our body's as human projectiles to plummet down a hillside riding our cardboard steeds.
Fall colors and smells could bring me to tears with its great beauty and sadness as I walked through the forest covered in spent leaves, which I’d pile high and lay upon with my brothers and sister just to watch the clouds and sniff the air and tumble about with my siblings like the puppies we were. We were never far apart.
Life on the reservation was wonderful, our god mother with her raven black hair, warm brown black eyes was always patient and kind; ready always to comfort and kiss away our fears or comfort us as we experienced the bumps and bruises of growing up. We always knew the wonder of something larger and grander than ourselves.
We never listened to the radio or even cared that they existed; we never knew that we were poor until some unkind ignorant and unhappy soul informed us that we were. We never went to church; we lived in the grandest of cathedrals. We never knew we were different until the bullies on the reservation tried to beat us up and the kids in public schools tried to beat up us kids from the rez .
I never learned to hate, not even when as a Marine I learned to kill and found that I was good at it; it was never with malice. Always with deep and profound sadness! I never had to search for the face of our creator, he was inside looking out; but now that time has calloused my soul, I have to search harder to find that which was eroded away from me.
There isn’t any deep moral message or hidden profundity stashed away in my words today, only a soul wrenching sense of loss that I am experiencing. I have fought, injured and killed defending my country and person; but it was always in the name of god (little~g) whose name reflects yours or mine.
Never in the name of the all pervasive sentient energy I know as the Creator of All, some call God (big~g). To do so would profane all that he/she is to me.
To kill in the name of religion is to kill the spirit of God.
Raven
Warm weather was savored and spent fully out doors tracking animals, tasting different plants, making clay toys from the deposits by a nearby stream and firing them in campfires; to be finished later by painting them with berry or grass juices.
Rainy wet weather was a delightful time to go out and explore with bare feet; wet grass feels so good on naked flesh and mud oozing up between your toes is sheer heaven, while foraging around flooded streams was always a sure time to find and rescue displaced critters.
Winter snow was a magnet that drew siblings and me outside wearing a double layer of clothing, a thin jacket and socks for gloves to make snow angels and snow men, snow caves, or to smell the impossibly cold air while using our body's as human projectiles to plummet down a hillside riding our cardboard steeds.
Fall colors and smells could bring me to tears with its great beauty and sadness as I walked through the forest covered in spent leaves, which I’d pile high and lay upon with my brothers and sister just to watch the clouds and sniff the air and tumble about with my siblings like the puppies we were. We were never far apart.
Life on the reservation was wonderful, our god mother with her raven black hair, warm brown black eyes was always patient and kind; ready always to comfort and kiss away our fears or comfort us as we experienced the bumps and bruises of growing up. We always knew the wonder of something larger and grander than ourselves.
We never listened to the radio or even cared that they existed; we never knew that we were poor until some unkind ignorant and unhappy soul informed us that we were. We never went to church; we lived in the grandest of cathedrals. We never knew we were different until the bullies on the reservation tried to beat us up and the kids in public schools tried to beat up us kids from the rez .
I never learned to hate, not even when as a Marine I learned to kill and found that I was good at it; it was never with malice. Always with deep and profound sadness! I never had to search for the face of our creator, he was inside looking out; but now that time has calloused my soul, I have to search harder to find that which was eroded away from me.
There isn’t any deep moral message or hidden profundity stashed away in my words today, only a soul wrenching sense of loss that I am experiencing. I have fought, injured and killed defending my country and person; but it was always in the name of god (little~g) whose name reflects yours or mine.
Never in the name of the all pervasive sentient energy I know as the Creator of All, some call God (big~g). To do so would profane all that he/she is to me.
To kill in the name of religion is to kill the spirit of God.
Raven
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Comment by Kleonaptra
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I love this post so much. Its my favourite of yours so far. For the first time truly your soul is bare - the muse has you in her clutches and she's finally unchained and getting her way.
Hurts doesnt it? But its a damn good hurt.
I wanted to copy my favourite parts to review down here....But there are too many. Your imagery is flawless and I was able to feel every last word as if I was there growing up with you.
Ive never killed a human, so you might say my opinion is worthless, but Ive put a LOT of thought into it. I believe in destiny, I fully believe if I was to kill someone - and the Universe allowed it, eg I wasnt stopped or noticed - then that is that persons destiny. Although we HAVE free will there is a destiny that guides us and all agree death comes at the beat of its own music and no amount of free will will avoid him at 'Your Time'.
Often, when I say that, friends and even Kman accuse me - Say that I use that as an excuse to do what I like. This is not true. The decision to kill is never an easy one, as you say, it hardens the soul. Sometimes it is harder to kill than be killed, and that scar lives on you forever even after death. The faces will await you and it becomes part of you destiny.
But then, this too must be necessary for YOUR destiny, some lesson you cannot understand until you are ready to start the next one.
Kman also says I could never live with an assasins guilt, and yet again I tell him I do not question the balance, only do my duty, whatever it may be.
And I agree,
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You've a couple of good responders there, Religion always brings them in, believers and non-believers alike, did I tell you about Religion and the brain?
God is a HE so far as I am concerned.
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Kleo, you love this post? Thank you, it was one that hit me first thing this morning and wouldn’t let go.
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Thanks katyzzz, this is a sensitive issue for me.
Raven
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totally agree and with much more, thanks for a very thoughtful post
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This has been the problem from day one.
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I also believe that many people do many wrongs in the name of religion and I agree, to say you kill in the name of God is to kill the very religion you believe in. There are many reasons men and women take the lives of others, to defend their country, their family, their loved ones. Don't make it about something it is not. I don't believe in heaven and hell. I believe if you live your life the best you can and contribute to the world in a positive way that is your heaven. As for hell, you just need to look around to see many people live hell on earth and it is up to others you are able to try and redress the balance and help those who are in the most need. Humans have control over this not gods.
Thank you for something that evoked so many wonderous childhood memories for me. It sounds like you have led an extraordinary life.
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Hello Cheryl, thank you for the very kind words; odd isn’t it, that science had it’s origins in attempting to prove the word of god. The wonder of nature still sustains me.
You are, in my opinion, correct Cheryl, the future and fate of the world was in fact turned over to the human gods to learn the art of exercising free will and so far, it’s not been a successful experiment. But I do see the signs of change.
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You’ve all made me smile; the child within you recognized the child within me speaking from the heart.
Raven
Comment by Krystal
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I did love the green pictures, so peaceful, so tranquil, so cool.
Life and Religion is never easy.
And for this one, short of your becoming a Buddhist and look what they've been involved in recently, I have no answer because I think the issue is too large, no matter how one feels.
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So who are you anyway?
Thank you.
Comment by Eva W.
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Grand, beautiful things such as nature (and also music) have always inspired the believer in me, more than anything else.
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Hello Anna, you’re welcome and thank you for taking the time to explore this topic.
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Hi Eva, the idea of believing in something grander and larger than ourselves is far easier to grasp in the presence of great music and surreal beauty. Thank you for commenting.
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I wrote this piece out of my need to explore the topic and posted it without expectation, and braced myself to defend it ~ to say that I am delighted about the positive comments would be a grave understatement.
Raven
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Comment by samaritan
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BUT - as someone who loves history, it often seems that religion has been used more than anything else to spread intolerance and hatred. Which is horrible and awful, because faith by itself should be something that helps to spread love and compassion. The very thing (faith) that should help make us be better people is distorted and twisted by religion to such an extent that it brings out the worst in us.
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Much of history was shaped, shaded and reported by religious elitists serving the god whose feet they washed, and as they say; to the victor in any struggle goes the slant of history.
Raven
Comment by Anonymous
Any religion worthy of the title "religion" has to deal with the worst sin of all: pride, which leads to idolatry and that of course pulls us away from God Himself.
When we turn wrong into right or right into wrong because the older views we had have been rejected suddenly or gradually because they conflicted with our new views -- perhaps we should look deeper into ourselves than what we think is wrong with society, some views or even God.
We also need to stick with what's been tried and true and avoid the moral relativism, postmodern criticism (most often justified along its users' private tastes.)
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The god most professed practitioners of religion worship, is the god whose face they wash, because they don't care to be responsible or accountable and submissive to any power other than their own moral compass.