An Essay A Day For A Year
By Roe
Day 11, January 11, 2012
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Dear God, I have a bone to pick with you. I don’t believe in you because somebody down here got things all mixed up. First, all the believers get all crazy on me every time you and I get down to disagreeing about things, so please add for me a couple of more commandments for the believers in you: Thou shalt not get all evangelistic on me when I announce that I’m a non believer. I like my soul right where it is and no one has a right to mess with my soul. Next: Thou should not be hurt or insulted or outraged because I fight a lot with God and say things you don’t like. I don’t believe in Him, so I can fight with him all I want and it does not reflect one penny on your wishing well. I support you completely in your beliefs. I have no interest in saving you or knocking on your door, and I don’t get crazy when you share all your beliefs without me asking or wanting. Thanks God for passing these messages on to your followers.
Now that that is done, I’ll get down to the main points of the bones that I want to pick with God. Please remember believers that by now your screen is off, or you are practicing the latest two commandments. I don’t mean or intend to offend you, as a matter of fact I have total respect for your beliefs. The truth is that non believers can’t blaspheme even if they want to since they don’t believe that the subject of their criticisms are true or exist. At least you know that I speak to God and about God, who I don’t believe in, with Love.
Speaking of bones to pick God, the whole Man centered idea of you is impossible and has made a real mess down here. You couldn’t have possibly made man first, and then Her out of my or his male rib. First things first, you are very, very lonely up there without Her. If you are a real male God and made me in your image, you should know that the first thing I and you would do is make the most exquisite Mommy and Daughter and Wife and Lady friend the universe has ever seen. So I really must know, and it is very, very important to me. Where is your Mommy? Where is your wife? Where is your bestest Lady friend in the whole world? How can I ever believe in you or trust you when everyone knows that Woman and Lady and Her and She are the centers of the universe.
Why does She build male and female babies? Why does she nurse male and female babies? Why is she the Goddess of male and female babies? Wouldn’t it be fair for me, a man, to grow and birth and suckle the female babies and the ladies can do the boys? That would really fix a lot of things. How come you didn’t think of that?
I imagine often that someday some really cool aliens will land their flying saucers from outer space and load up all us remaining humans since all us Boys killed the planet again. And I can’t wait to see pregnant boy aliens and pregnant girl aliens, and I also can’t wait to see what other beautiful creatures YOU AND GODDESS have been creating. I know that these sexy big eyed aliens will load up each and every beautiful human woman, big and little, fat and thin, dark and light, because she and her womb is the center of the universe and you and your wife’s best living sculpture to date. But why are the aliens taking us boys just in buckets of our seed? Why don’t they need us in breathing and laughing, and now crying form? I repeat, someone down here has things all mixed up. We boys can be frozen and then thawed to enable our human goddesses to bring new human life to the next planet. So what then is all the He He He He stuff about?
I must admit God, I really love your son. He is my favorite of all prophets. He spoke to us of love a thousand years before Love became the word. But here we go again. Where is your daughter? Every daddy wants a beautiful daughter. I want to know where the sister is to your son? The world needs so badly to love Her, the daughter of God, and we need to know that you love her and she loves us just like he does. Couldn’t you have at least made us an androgy-god? That would work too, a daughter-son that could be our model for how much you love us boys and girls, not just the boys.
My heart says that you have done just that, that you, my father in the sky, and she, my mother in the sky, together you both made us a pair of boy and girl twins to remind of us equal love, equal sacrifice, and equal resurrection. My heart knows that if you really did inspire your perfect male and female twins to guide us, that many angry and powerful men two thousand years ago manipulated your supposed Word, and today we have male fathers and male sons and male ghosts, and Mommy is only a perfect pregnant virgin, or a prostitute, bitten apple still in hand, that only a man can forgive.
Sorry God but that ain’t Mom, that ain’t Sis, that ain’t girlfriend, and that ain’t my wife. SHE is all that we are, and more. She doesn’t need He or me or you at all, she only needs one little man fishy and she is good to go. But she wants you God, and she wants He, and she wants Me. And that is a nice thing God and you should really give that a try. We boys don’t just want her, we NEED Her, or we and our Love are doomed. So how in the world can she be borrowed from us or dependent on us or secondary to us or commanded by us, and on and on.
So please help me God and Goddess up there so I can believe in you BOTH. My heart says that She has just got to get back in THE books the right way, not the archaic male manipulated way, but the real Goddess way. Please inspire Her and Him to amend and edit those books to follow the human heart correctly, where all love is created and exists through Her, by His seed, and in Her, by His need. This will help everyone down here a huge amount, and it might even delay sending the sexy pregnant boy and girl aliens to take us to another planet, because girls are really good at fixing things like decimated Earths. If I do have to be hauled away, I really want to be as important as her and sit right next to her, and not just swim in a bucket with the rest of male humanity.
With only love intended, I know that if there really is a God-Goddess anywhere that he and she will laugh with love at my well intended foolishness. Love to all women and all men equally please, including love-phemers like me.
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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