The Angry Church

The church, o dear me, the church, whether it be the Anglican, presbyterian, I don't care what and who, the church, the ultimate form of dictatorship; Filled with contradictions, like men should stand when we pray, but women may remains seated ... What?Why? If we need to feel pain in our legs and feet, showing respect, by experiencing pain?

There is no way in this world, that God would act as a king. The church always reminds me of the second in charge; The one that does not hold the fame or fear, nor the ultimate card in the deck of power, he rides on it's back, for example, “Do you know who I work for?”, Who cares, if he or she is so concerned about me, let them come down and hurt me themselves, now that is the church, the empty threat of our day!

Making us believe that the control factor of God will punish, going as far to change texts, manipulating crowds, rallying support in government and when things go a bit tough, we pray about the tenths we are supposed to give, so open your wallets and we will open the door to heaven ... what a load of bull!

Ah, yes, the fact that I had some various ambitions to be a huge success, a strong desire to be better. At first, and for most of my life better than the rest, but nowadays being better than me, not the being I came to be, but rather the being I want to be. The better version of my dreams, what is so wrong with having money, fame, fortune? As soon as you have it, everyone is looking to see whether you stumble and fall, or catch you with a stringy cheese part hanging on your lip, so, remembering that that person is a person, still in my world, but your world is now looking into mine and wondering why, oh why, is my world not filled with fancy cars, beautiful people and riches to beyond the horizon, waiting only to increase when the day of tomorrow comes.

I want it, I damned be the one that says God, does not want all to be rich and happy and some should suffer for balance, eternal glory, ya ta da ta da and whoopdi doo! I want it, I want money, how can I make your life better without my money?

Single Thoughts

From an early age through various forms of discipline and forceful intent, I was burdened with God; Live well unless ... If you don't then ... Hell, is the recourse for all that is not just ... What eternal crap!

Don't get me wrong, the fact that he, she or it is out there to muddle my thoughts and to sometimes play an absentee role in what is about to become a phenomenal disaster of my own creation, is more frustration than anything else. Even in failure, it is said “ ... God had a plan, she just allowed me to grow on my path to see what I don't want ...”, Come on, it mine, my world, my universe, mine, no one else is sitting around an playing the voyeur role in my world, participation is required!

No silent whispers in the wind, no “ ... look at the birds, they fly, because they are guided by the loving hand of ... “, please, you know this is not so, this is mine, I control it, I want, I decide.

As times progressed and my years increased in numbers, the fact of how society view God is of course another way, to indoctrinate me, to conform rather than to uniquely challenge life and it's occupants, to see that the warrior inside me is one of value, wisdom and abnormal strength.

Oh, how easily one can become the outcast of a traditional community. The ease of “he is a problem child, just pray for him”, pray to who? This is my world, I control it, not you, not your prayers, nobody but me. Thus, here your silence is a requirement for the next round to be able to continue in my game.