Monday, December 29, 2008
The First Thing...
The first thing I did was change the background back to black from the red I had gone to, because I didn't want to be responsible for poor Maggie May's migraines. Maggie is a most loyal reader, and very often my first commenter of the day, and I sure don't want to make her life difficult for her. I hope this is easier on your eyes, Maggie.
I woke up at 6 AM after I had gone to bed at 2 AM, but I had fallen asleep on the sofa during the evening while watching television. You know what that means, don't you? That means a major nap some time today, so I will make it to the end of the day in one piece mentally and physically.
I woke up during a program in which very well meaning people laid the responsibility of all their problems in the hands of their God and believed that with the power of their believe, mountains would be moved and any sort of serious wrong in their lives would be righted. Even with my still sleepy mind, I was impressed with their naiveté and their lack of active self intervention. Serious short comings like that can really make an impression on you when you just wake up. I wonder at their God who is held responsible for so many accidents in the lives of people who were born with the capacity to reason and draw conclusions about their own and other people's actions. I pity their God for having so much to answer for.
Needless to say, it was a senseless and empty handed discussion in which nothing got resolved and nobody got a straight answer to their problems that would have been of practical nature. I think that everybody ended as confused as they entered the fray, with only promises of prayer and intervention at a later date. I would have insisted on some clearer language and some definite answers that I could have applied immediately.
Oh, I see I am on one of my favorite subjects and that is the one of self will and self determination. I am such a great believer in those things. I believe so very much in the power of reason and had I been born in an earlier age, I would have chosen the renaissance and I would have filled in for the question religion, humanist. Of course, this was before Calvinism and before the Puritans got their hands on the Bible and gave it their interpretation.
The Dutch Reformation has much to answer for also. Imagine all the brow beaten people who thought they got it right, but were ruled harshly and followed the letter of the biblical law, while firmly believing to have been set free from the auspices of the Roman Catholic Pope. My grandmother was a living relic of this system and I never saw a more distorted woman than she, who felt shame for her own body, but gave birth to 5 children and who went to church twice on Sundays and who only watched Christian programs on television, because they were evangelically inspired.
I don't care much for organized religion, as it is always exclusive to the slightly other thinking non conformist and aversive to questions and doubts, and many horrible things have been and are done in the name of religion and being the representative of the true and only one. When it comes to religion, I am an anarchist, being intrigued by it and rejecting it at the same time. I have pagan leanings, but have yet to worship at the altar of a Goddess of Nature, unless you count Mary in the guise of Mother Earth and the child in her arms being representative of all of mankind. I have lighted candles, but to which God I do not know.
At a certain time in history, I would have been a heretic and things would not have looked good for me. I doubt very much that I would have been able to not have the same doubts that I have now, knowing my nature. I would have been an insurrectionist, and maybe I would have been drawn and quartered for my heresy, or burned at the stake, although I don't know how very popular that was in the Netherlands. Maybe we were too sober minded for that. I always could have claimed to be a child of Israël, as they were allowed some leniency here.
I wasn't planning on writing a whole post about religion. It just came out that way and it must have weighed heavier on my mind than I realized. I do know that when I was a teenager, the Christian teenagers were the biggest sinners that I ever met and tried to get away with murder. They were disallowed so many things, that they tried everything and made us progressive youth look tame in comparison. I don't remember them for doing many good deeds, I remember them for getting drunk and wanting to have sex, while we marched in anti Vietnam rallies and collected money for starving children in Africa.
Okay, you must amuse me now and then and let me have my little rants. I'll jump on another cause on of these days. Watching television can bring out some emotions in you, can't it. My question mark doesn't work half of the time. i must get a new keyboard.
Have a very great day. It is Monday, but somehow it doesn't feel that way to me, having no place to go. I must amuse the animals with my presence today and be extra endearing.