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A Sioux Indian story


“The Creator gathered all of creation and said, ‘I want to hide something from the human until they are ready for it. It is the realisation that they create their own reality.’

The eagle said, ‘Give it to me, I will take it to the moon.’ The Creator said, ‘No. One day they will go there and find it.’

The salmon said, ‘I will hide it on the bottom of the ocean.’ The Creator said, ‘No. They will go there, too.’

The buffalo said, ‘I will bury it on the great plains.’ The Creator said, ‘They will cut off the skin of the earth and find it even there.’

Then Grandmother Mole, who lives in the breast of Mother Earth, and who has no physical eyes but sees with spiritual eyes, said: ‘Put it inside them. That is the last place they will look.’

And the Creator said, ‘It is done.’”



We’re all levitating now

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Every material thing is made of atoms. Even a small chunk of ‘thin air’ the size of a sugar cube will contain – at sea level and a temperature of zero degrees Celsius – around 45 billion billion atoms.

But of course each atom is tiny. Comparing one to a line that’s just a millimetre long is about the same as comparing a sheet of paper to the height of the Empire State Building. And if you wanted to see with your naked eye the atoms in a single drop of water, you’d have to somehow enlarge that drop until it was more than 14 miles across.

But even atoms, small as they are, are mostly empty space – the solidity we experience around us is an illusion. If an atom was the size of a cathedral, the nucleus would only be roughly the size of a fly in the middle.

Buzzing around the nucleus are a cloud of even tinier electrons. We know that these are negatively-charged. We also know that when you try to push the negative pole of one magnet against the negative pole of another, you face resistance because the one pole repels the other.

So when you sit in a chair, you are not actually sitting on it but instead levitating above it at a height of one angstrom (a hundred millionth of a centimetre) …. because your body’s electrons and those of the chair are implacably opposed to any closer intimacy.



God is too big too fit into one religion

Global mega-religions, hard-selling the highest power to open-mouthed consumers. Massive Suns of God, pulling in by gravitation the lost sheep (or trapping at birth the never-lost), herding them together through wolves in shepherd’s clothing, crooks beckoning. Sinner-gogs and magogs flocking in fear of divine punishment.

Safety in numbers (the Trinity, the One God, his Tetragrammaton four-letter name). Baby lambs bleating in orchestrated chorus, jew-venile and gentile sounds of paranoia, desperate for daddy, our Father, to tell them who’s been naughty, who is family, who is not, who is saved and who will rot.

Mosque-itos, male parasites avid for victims, borne from the swamps of ignorance, superstition and misogyny, infecting with the fear of jihad, bloodily dispatching unbelievers to meet their Mecca.

Sugar-coated tablets of stone, to help swallow camels yet strain at gnats. Honey-coated words disguising games of earthly power. Mouthing god’s love, yet feeding children horror stories to keep in thrall: paradise for followers, hell-fire for the rest. Holy fear, holy war and wholly in our power.

Say mass. Mass services, mass-scale – an adolescent balance of cruelty, presuming to weigh all souls by some man’s cross-eyed blindness. Monotheistic, monolithic, no one comes to God except by Jesus. No God but our god and our man is his prophet.

Papal edicts, shariah law, General Jehovah’s Ten Commands – the Jesus Army wheels about, his warrior monks’ crusade towards the End Times, when Eve-il will be chained to the kitchen sink for a thousand years and the Church Militant rules OK.

Armageddon, armour chain-mail, no God but a male God and Mohammed is his prophet, straining the blood of infidels through pure Muslim cloth. Arm-a-geddon tired of religious zealots: fearful little boys in men’s big bodies, desperate to crush the last living creature at the battle of the Allah-mo.

Freedom-hating, little souls, frozen in a long queue of witch-burners; faces and buttocks clenched tight, grasping for control under some man’s delusion of God’s grandeur. Mafia foot-soldiers in the Capo di tutti capi’s cosmic protection racket.

Noisy mad-men, deaf to the song of spirit. Clamouring children, frightened of growing up and into the Gods and Goddesses they must one day each become. Running from responsibility, dousing their inner spark of divinity whilst rushing outside to build God’s bonfire. The Star of David’s scorching rays burns out their eyes, thickening their skin with scar tissue, thickening their heads, searing apart their undivided self, fanning the embers of self-pity: Tammy Wynette singing under the lash of the Bible-belt, the Ayatollah’s A-sharp words whipping followers to a frenzy of fatwah, the Jewish scapegoat’s search for someone else to blame. Not me Guv’! Not me O Lord! Thou will is what the Rabbi tells us.

Truth, love, wisdom and beauty … so far from all this. Just as the massive ticking clock of Judgement Day will never find time to see eternity in a grain of sand.

No matter. Nothing real can be destroyed, nothing unreal exists; therein lies the peace of God-ess.

A hundred sextillion stars … and veils on a single speck of dust

Veiled woman Galaxies







A Somalian woman was recently shot dead by an ‘Islamic’ extremist for refusing to wear a veil.

Allah created the universe we are told, a universe that is unimaginably large, a universe that contains more stars than there are grains of sand on every beach on planet Earth.

And most of these stars have orbiting planets, which means there are untold trillions of planets hosting life, which means there are – at the very least – untold millions of planets hosting sentient (self-aware) life.

Yet on our tiny speck of whirling dust, orbiting an obscure star in a remote corner of the vastness, we are supposed to believe that Allah is so disturbed and angry about this most trivial of doings – a woman not wearing a veil in public – that he sanctions death for the ‘offender’. (more…)

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