the new message will show all of humanity how to prevent or at least survive the end of our world of wastes and worries and instead enter the glorious millennium of mankind’s newest rulers of the realm. This message will explain how humans will conduct themselves in the new and improved cosmos. No longer would you have to give your gold to the church to talk with God. No longer would you be taxed to death by your governments. No longer would you send your sons to wage a senseless war, whose broken bodies were used as cannon fodder to feed the money machines. Families would become families again, and the only price you will pay is an undying gratitude and absolute obedience to the new oracles of the one and only true faith. Your skin and soul would now belong to them, but no longer would you be terrorized to death. It would seem like a good trade to escape from the maze of moneyed might and instead embrace the message of the Messiah presented by our evangelical emperors to be.
The team of writers that were assembled fully understood that doing nothing, was not an option. As each of the authors departed and was led away by their assistants to their writing rooms, they each knew that the ambition or greed of the world’s politicians, preachers and popes has truly exceeded our sense of salvation. That we all will continue to commit suicide of our souls, until we discover and can explain the spectrum of colors just beyond our current sense of perception. Only then, will we be allowed to obtain a clear view of our future. Finally we will see and sense the synergy of the revelations that will rock the world and make its core quake and erupt in an enlightenment which will engulf our emotions and intellect in a sea of ecstasy.
Our goal would not be easy … but inventing a new god never is.
CELESTIAL COURT
On day number three when we next reconvened to what I was beginning to think of as Yahweh’s celestial court, I started our dialogue by paraphrasing a quote from the most ancient writings about war. “In the art of war,” I said, “your ultimate objective is to never get into battles, but to direct your enemies into eliminating each other instead.”
With the twelve authors starring at the ball in my hands I continued on. “But to do this we must first understand the history behind each of the sacred stories. We have already read reviews about the structure and stories of the Bible as well as the plot behind the discovery of the ark, and today we will hear from Andrew the Noble who will speak about the dawn of the dogma of divinity.”
Andrew’s forte and writing expertise covered the genre of true crime. And indeed if there was ever a truer crime than the church’s stealing of our sense of salvation, I for one would look forward to hearing it.
As I threw the ball of authority to him I found myself glad to sit down and act as a student rather than a team leader searching for a total theism. Andrew grabbed the ball as he rose to speak. I was glad to see him stand, for I always felt a teacher should face his class on his feet.
“Gentlemen,” he started out saying, “today I guess I start to earn my pay.” That got a few chuckles. “And at the whopping hourly rate we are getting paid I figure I better speak a lot.”
With his glasses, beard and bald head he fit the profile of a professional writer as much as his resume. At college he majored in journalism and minored in creative writing, and his skills at specializing in the crime beat for newspapers eventually landed him a job at the largest newspaper in the country. His position at the newspaper allowed him the opportunity to be inspired by the courage of police officers, and eventually led to him capturing many national and international book awards presented to his ten published books.
After the laughter of the group died down his assistant passed out the spiral bound hard covered books that looked more like a printed story than just the notes of which he would speak.
“Our subject today which was chosen for me is a review of the primal religions.” As his assistant returned to his position, Andrew continued on. “I must admit my writing and research skills have previously centered on true crime episodes, but I have found this subject to contain much interest which I hope to share with you all.”
Each of the twelve assistants had their pens and paper ready to write or enrich every word said even though they were well aware multiple cameras were recording the event and each author’s face for reactions which would be played and replayed to judge whether what was said was well received or rejected.
“From savage to medieval to modern times there has always been a forum of worship. The evolution of events is truly amazing to me.” As he now opened his book we all followed his lead. “Our current religions cover our earth from pole to pole and span the equator from continent to continent. The religious ceremonies we practice today have a sense of cumulative traditions that in some cases reach back in history to 4,000 years ago. Over the centuries the ancient texts have been built upon and developed into modern day values, but seldom does much continuity of years gone by still exist today.”
He put down the ball of authority and took a sip of water before continuing to speak. “With you all I want to chronologically review the development of our current religious patterns starting with its primal tribal beginnings.”
“Three million years or so ago mankind started his transformation towards homo erectus which claimed the honors of being at the top of the food chain by about 300,000 B.C. These early relations of ours lived their religion rather than studied or analyzed it. This shaped their sensibilities significantly in a different mode than ours.”
He put his notebook down and started to walk about the room as he formed his words, “Fifty thousand years ago men were conducting funeral rites which were expressed in ideographic signs that are still understandable today. These symbols grew into an oral tradition and then translated into printed vestiges which announced their notions of being, meaning and truth. Even today the early quests of these cavemen are still thought to survive in our deep consciousness, although many of their insights and virtues have been urbanized by our industrialized society.”
Andrew knew he had our total attention as he could feel our eyes move with his body language. “Ten thousand years ago mankind left their caves where ocher paintings depicted their domestication of fire and the tribes evolved from food gatherers to flesh eaters. Next the shaman leaders conducted blood rituals that transformed their followers from hunters to herders using their magical and mythical powers of persuasion. As the millenniums passed by these forefathers of ours would progress from sticks and stones to iron and bronze technologies, but our biggest modern day mistake is to assume that these later developments mean better when discussing religious values. These earliest relatives of ours led lives unencumbered by external devices.” He paused to make his point. “The Neolithic tribe’s experience was not influenced by television, radios, books, movies, opinion polls or newspapers. These peoples had their own oral traditions which kept them connected to a primal cosmology, where as within they could enter into a mythic world that was experienced in many different ways.”
“Everything to them was a religious ritual. Their hunters entered the earliest mode of their archetype and became as one with the beast he sought out to kill, and thus gain its powers and the protein of its meat. The animal’s skin became as his own, and during these ritual mergers past memories became the living now and then.”
“Their limitless reservoir of knowledge was connected through non-verbal channels which would draw them into the world of the others’ heads and homes. The hunters would become embedded in the life of their prey. These ancestors of ours also knew to shelter and protect their tribe’s sacred stories, for if the living legends were sent into a lifeless script that was set to written stories, then the hunter’s soul and spirit could also be imprisoned in those words.”
It was at this point I remembered a caving experience I had while exploring an unopened cavern in
