Merry Christmas (2021)!

 

There seem to be three diplomatic options for holiday gatherings this year:

The first is for families and friends who are fully vacksed to gather together, with the ‘host’ requesting that only the unvacksed wear masks, stay six feet apart, use hand sanitizers, wash hands regularly, and open up windows for ‘proper ventilation’; or that all guests regardless of vacksinashun status wear masks, stay six feet apart, use hand sanitizers, wash hands regularly, and open up windows for ‘proper ventilation.’ And of course, the host should notify all who are invited that they must stay home (and away from gatherings) if there are any indications of sickness whatsoever. Even the slightest indication of sniffles, congestion, sore throat, or higher-than-usual body temperatures must be treated as disease-spreading germ factories. 

The second is for families to gather together according to each family’s boundaries. Whoever hosts a gathering should welcome all invited, vacksed and unvacksed, who are not clearly sick with a contagious disease. That way, no individual liberties are denied, no psychic powers purported, no fear-porn distributed, and no medical apartheid subtly encouraged from the outset. Guests may also wear masks, stay six feet apart, use hand sanitizers, wash hands regularly, and go outside for ‘proper ventilation’, if that makes them feel safer; or even it it merely satisfies the quasi-religious contingencies of faithfulness to their triune god, Science, a.k.a. Big Gov, Big Tech, and Big Pharma; or even if it merely satisfies the functionally religious honor due to the cultural saints they venerate (Fauci, Gates, Biden, Pelosi, Cuomo, et. al.).

The third option is for families to gather together, but only after the ‘host’ has properly vetted and identified all those among their invited guests who are uncomfortable being around others who are healthy, not-sick, but still (possibly) unvacksed. Then, after proper vetting, all those who are uncomfortable gathering around the healthy, non-sick, and unvacksed should be segregated from the rest. This will accomodate all unpredictable paranoia and thereby, also, welcome all mentally and emotionally stable guests within an environment that is actually healthy and celebratory.*** That way, all parties win: the paranoid can celebrate in paranoid isolation, and the healthy, non-sick, and unvacksed can enjoy Christmas together as they always did prior to this Great Reset.

*** This statement has not been approved by the FDA, CDC, WHO, Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, or Facebook and Instagram fact-checkers. 

Ode 4

 

Where are you?

Not, Where were you?

No one really cares about the past

What matters is this time

With the accuser

Held by a seemingly long chain

Perhaps it’s all our fault, though

Imagining ourselves under your curse

Under the reign of death

Hurling through the vacuum 

Of meaninglessness toward infinity

Our fathomless distance from life

If it even cares

All we seem to care about is now

This present, this gift

This already but not yet

Along with paying our mortgage

And our taxes

You became man to warm our innards

To show us what love is

Whatever that means

While we lose our jobs

Lose our sleep

Lose our freedoms of self

Pondering this age of madness

The slave cries out

Where are you?

He doesn’t need hope

That some day you’ll both meet

And you’ll wipe away the tears

He needs you now

He needs to you here now

Not some future day

When the sea gives up its dead

For one hour of the thy faithfulness

Is more than all hours and years

Picking Adam's Apple

Let’s start over

I offer peace and you offered war

I hear longing for God and you heard excuses for whoring

I see Christians and you saw pagans

I seek to bind up wounds and you reached for a sword

I provide exegesis and you delivered cliches

I view them as personal offenses and you hunted for any public unrepented sin

I bow down before Christ and you venerated stone tablets

I make room for prodigals and you sought to destroy the Son

I hand you an icon of Jesus and you delivered the messenger to Satan

In the end it’s just you and your bucket of apples, picked freshly for Eve

While I wait and watch and wonder if you pay attention to what God really said

Ten magical words define you, but they don’t speak for themselves

Eye Hate

 

The pastor

reformed in all his ways

defriending all the crazies

hunting down their snitches

preparing for war with non-existent enemies

The monk

seated in silence

preparing to offer the 9th mode

barking at guests afterward

resting among the dead

The parishioner

yapping about his studies

offering his gift of hospitality

freeloading off everyone else

wasting everyone’s time

The cantors

standing at the kliros

puppeteering better than Kermit

jerking off to their own cadence

embarrassing us all

Landescape

 

every now and then

we return to paradise

with eyes wide open

just before dusk

there we both smile

there a little mole is hiding 

in a pumpkin patch

among the perfect apple orchard

subtle tones of sunshine are all around

just the right shade on every side

all is wide open for viewing

its landscape even has one peach

and so we feast and nibble

laying and relaxing

you gaze at the heavens

i leer at the glistening horizon

its supple hills

with lofty pillows billowing beyond

are adorned with soft raspberries

i reach for one with an arm stretched out

you grab my hand to stay grounded

we feel the wind hover over us

chilling the skin

climbing higher and higher

there, at the peak we each find rest

then you ask

would you like to come inside now?

it's your turn

The Message

 

You have heard that it was said by sages long ago, ‘Thou shalt not kill.’

But I say to you, not only are you not allowed to kill, you’re also not allowed to have or express a single, hateful thought or inclination. If you do you become worthy of burning eternally and consciously in an everlasting fire. So then, you would be wise to confront your accuser and bribe him so that he doesn’t bring accusations, true or false, against you to some kind of civil authority. They’ll imprison you, and you’ll never get out. Then, even after you get out, if you get out, you’ll still be tormented by your Heavenly Father forever once you die. 

You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall not commit adultery.’

But I say to you, if you look at any female—regardless of the natural beauty God gave her, or whether she’s single and available for marriage, or even irrespective of the very definition of “adultery” as sexual intercourse between a married person and a person who is not his or her spouse—gouge out your eyeballs. That would be much better than being consciously tormented for eternity, and it would prevent you from sinning again in such an egregious manner with your eyes. 

It was also said, ‘Whoever divorces his wife must make it legal and official by giving her an certificate showing you’re serious.’

But I say to you, that every husband who divorces his wife for any reason whatsoever, except for sexual immorality, makes the innocent victim of a wife guilty of committing adultery. And whatever guy ends up marrying that poor innocent lady is also committing adultery. It’s that simple.

Again, you have heard that it was said by sages long ago, ‘You should never make promises that you don’t expect to keep or know you can’t keep. Frivolous vows are now allowed, and you must follow through with what you promised in the sight of God.’

But I say to you, don’t even bother making promises at all. Don’t take oaths with anyone but the almighty and omniscient God. Just say to everyone, “Yes” or “No.” If you say more, you are possessed by Satan himself. 

You have heard that it was said, ‘An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.”

But I say to you, don’t ever retaliate or pursue retributive justice. If some guy punches you on the left side of the face (assuming he’s right handed), turn the right side of your jaw toward him and let him knock you the fuck out, if need be. Also, if someone is suing you, and in that process he strips you of everything, give him the shirt off your back and the pants on your legs. Get buck naked. He’ll never forget your act of charity. And if Nazis, thugs, or covid-police force you to walk one mile to their death camps, go with them two miles. That way you both are exhausted and frustrated, and not just you alone. Give money out of your car windows to panhandlers and drunks, and do not refuse to accept them as they are. They need your money. Give it to them. 

You have heard that it was said, ‘You shall love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 

But I say to you, love your enemies no matter what, and pray for those who work very hard to destroy your livelihood, your family, and your nation. Just pray for them to know and understand that God loves them. That’s the best you can do. Don’t worry either, because God the Father sends sunlight and rain upon evil people and good people, like you. There is no discrimination with God the Father. Therefore, be perfect as your Father in Heaven is perfect. It’s that simple. 

Magic Book Matrix

 

If ten people are laughing

    but you are not

        and you don’t understand why

            they are laughing

                you probably don’t get the joke

                    says the Aussie

                        triggered by the tradesman

                            who points out his lunacy

                                in matrices of fractals

                                    breathed by God

                                    to reveal the covenant key

                                which unlocks the Feast

                            of Booths in Succession

                        for Glorification on Day Seven

                    And so I wonder

                if ten people are laughing

            but the Aussie is not

        and he doesn’t understand why

    we are laughing

Does he get the joke?