Musings
From The Heart
An
Essay A Day For A Year
By
Roe
Day
129 May 8, 2012
The Religious
Fetish Of Violence
Everyone has a fetish for
violence, and violence has a fetish for everyone. Some people believe that all
the violence on television and in the movies makes us more violent, and others
believe that all the violence that we get off on vicariously works as a relief
valve and palliative to keep our violence from being lived out in reality. I’m
sure that there are arguments and studies and proof for both points of view,
but I am also sure that our violent “nurtures” precede television and the
movies. I didn’t say our violent “natures”, I said our violent “nurtures”. We as humans are nature and nurture. Our
nature is our genetics and our biology, and our instincts, and our nurture is
our life experience of how we are treated, what our experiences are, and how we
react and adapt to our treatment and experience. There is a ridiculous notion in academic
disciplines that we humans are naturally a violent species, and I say
ridiculous because our “nature” is purely Love, and loving. The correction is that we humans are “nurturally”
prone to violent displays of defensive and offensive violence if we are nurtured
with violence. That is one of those
“duh” statements. Picket fences that are painted white are prone to look and
act like white picket fences, yup.
At the core and heart of
violence and our violent familial, societal, and global paradigm are our sick
and violent religions. All the
monotheistic, archaic religions are perpetrations of violence, and the great
texts of these violent religions propagate the idea of sin, or original sin,
and of punitive hierarchy. The notion that we are sinful, that we are born into
sin, and that there is anybody or any spirit that can or should punish us is
the root of violence and our violent reactions, and in terms of our beautiful
and natural human hearts, it is complete rubbish. “Ooh I am bad, whip me! Ooh I have done something bad, I am bad,
punish me!” Monotheistic religion
patterned after our sick human paradigm is sick, and our largest and main sick
fetish. The notion of sin and bad and evil and the need to punish it and the need
for forgiveness from it and need for redemption from it is the gasoline that
makes violence so delicious for all.
Gods that decimate the Earth in floods and burn cities full of people
engaging in natural and pleasurable anal sex, and a lot more juicy and hateful
violence from the Man himself, yikes.
What do you do when the Gov himself is the most violent and hateful and
punitive entity of all, besides be a chip off the old block. Don’t we just get
off on the morbid blood dripping from the virtually naked body of his supposed
son, and all that he did for us to die so violently and horribly. Double yikes.
There is no such thing as
sin, it is an invention of violent people and the misuse of power and ignorance
over people who are ignorant and without power. There is no such thing as
anything but original Love. I always marvel at the vehement defense that I hear
from religious people defending things like the notion of sin and evil and the
fear and wrath of “god”, and put the highlight on vehement. The idea of vehement anything is a vehement
idea indeed. What we see and enjoy on Tv and in the movies every day is our own
life and lifestyle, and we are drowning in the flood and dying of the flames of
having been born faulty, and reared and raised by other inherently faulty
people drowning in the flood and dying of the flames of having been born
faulty. How much yikes can we tolerate? A lot since violence, especially religious
violence, is our most delicious fetish
When we are murdered in the
womb and when we are murdered in the horrific hospital manner that we are born
in, when we are murdered the moments after birth by sadistic medical practices,
when our parents murder us the first few minutes of our lives, right up to the
murder or our freedom and hopes for our care and individuality and personhood
every day of our childhood, when we see and feel and live murder every minute
of every day, we tend to murder and like murder and want murder and we tend to
make Tv shows and movies about murder so that we all can murder and be
murdered. Paint the pickets white so
that the fence looks and acts white, and then watch Tv shows and movies about
white picket fences which justify fences that are inherently white. Even our religions are white picket fences
that He floods and burns as the grand violent white picket fence god.
Duh-duh-duh. Now I’m stuttering.
Why do our religions so
perfectly match our human lives? Are we
so arrogant and self centered as to believe that there may be anything human
whatsoever about god? What about the other 8-9 million species of living things
on Earth? Do they have their own gods? ?
Nature is undeniably violent, and we are part of Nature, and so are we
undeniably violent? And what about the
supposed creator of all, no doubt the veritable prototype of genocidal
violence, isn’t He violent? Oh, he is
justified, and you, His greatest creation, are not? Are the bugs and trees and
microbes and armadillos inherently sinful and violent too, or do they answer to
their respective bug and tree and armadillo gods? And what about the other life
in the universe, the at least many million Earths with their own many million
species, do the very peaceful Wollies from the planet Wol have a violent human
god too, or do they have their own peaceful Wollie god, and watch only peaceful
Wollie-vision?
We are Love as Nature, and
inherently peaceful and loving, from our DNA right to our beautiful entry of
sperm in to egg, from there it is simply nurture, and you get the color fence
that you paint. Peace is our natural
state, and Love is our natural heritage, that is until you fuck with our
beautiful apple cart with sick hospital birth and inept and inadequate parenting,
and sad and cruel childhoods for us all, then literally all hell breaks loose,
simply form being hurt and mad, and from needing to defend ourselves and
survive. But if you heal that upset
apple cart, if through therapy and grieving and healing you address the wrongs
and integrate the pain of being hurt and violated, the human spirit returns to
Love and peace, our beautiful and natural state.
If you want to believe in
being bad and needing guidance and forgiveness and redemption from “him”, the
son of “her”, you are in fact simply worshipping your own violent and
inadequate parents in the guise of all powerful and pure and good parents in
your imagination, to make you feel better for you loss and suffering about not
having the parents you dreamed of. Otherwise god would be a Wollie or an
armadillo, or a glow of light, and not a bleeding, naked, dead human to leer at
and weep over and be grateful for as a violent and sexual fetish.
Yeah, all of us have a
fetish for violence, some for gnawing on a juicy steak bone of an innocent
animal, some for watching the innocent animal die with perverse joy on Tv, and
some for perversely killing the innocent animal directly. And we are those animals, those violent human
animals that can’t help being violent to our own baby human animals that will
grow up to be violent to their own baby animals, and enjoy watching the
violence on Tv and in the movies that they have lived their whole lives, just
like us. And we learned our violence
from our great books, and our great fathers, the ones in the next room, and the
ones in the sky, who supposedly had pure mothers. Our own mothers and fathers
perpetrate the violence upon us that they themselves learned from their sick
religions, and they too worship supposedly better parents in the sky, the ones
that effect genocide and hatred upon the Earth in floods and fires and the most
lurid, violent , and pornographic scenes in history in the pathetic, not-so-great
books.
I think I’ll go out and
paint the fence a peaceful and joyous purple with pink poca-dots just like the
Wollies have, and hope for the end to archaic religions and any and all
violence against all Life, especially against children. And
I’ll turn off my violent Gv, my God-vision. What will you do?
See you tomorrow.
yourpersonalmuse@gmx.com
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