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Fire and Brimstone

HonestInk,

I can’t do anything to help. I can just paint. I keep working on my painting, trying to get my emotions into it. Trying to imagine this current hell on earth that is Gaza/Israel. What is happening to the people on both sides is heart breaking. It’s also reverberating into more violence all over the world. This chicken and egg dilemma over land. I want to help both sides of this as I think millions of others do. Both sides are right and both are wrong. There is no way out of this other than death and the world is watching it happen.

If I was to pray to a God it would maybe be to the Greek goddess, Gaia: the ancestral Mother. A primordial goddess who it was believed gave birth to Uranus parthenogenetically, I.e. without the aid of a man. This was something like 750BC. So you can get where I’m going with this?

Legend and lore. Stories and fables. Passed down through the generations.

It made so much sense at the time as they worked around the seasons and Mother Nature. Take the native Americans. By the time the first settlers arrived they had been living for thousands of years, respecting the land and Mother earth. Taking and giving back. Evolving in their world. One story I have always been astounded by is the fact that in some tribes if a person died they would have to go and bring someone from another tribe to replace them. Obviously not always by honest means but the deceased could not be buried until they had done so. What they didn’t know is what they were doing was keeping the gene pool diverse and healthy by not completely interbreeding. This is evolution and the selfish gene. This is adaptation and biology and it’s a beautiful thing. It’s what fundamentally keeps the human race growing and adapting and surviving.

Several hundred years later some religions will still only listen to their god. They would rather their daughter’s married first cousins and kept it in the family irrespective of the irreversible proof of highly probable disability in their children. But god knows best.

Fast forward to this week. The man god is as useless as he always has been. Babies and children dying in their hundreds. He doesn’t hold a big hand out and say: ‘hey what the fuck are you lot doing this time ok I will help for once?’. Funny that.

Thing is we we have science now and it kinda makes all these men’s made up rules look a little bit silly. We are having none of that science, reality stuff. Nope. No way. We’d rather kill each other.

God, isn’t he a charmer though. I mean if I decided to take up religion tomorrow which one should I choose? There are so many. How do people decide?

Can you imagine a world without God? Without religion? It certainly could not be worse. If you believed in doing things for yourself without magic to help. If you just spoke to other people normally and got on with your own life. looked after your family or just yourself. Found joy in life.

No praying, no rituals, no archaic rules applicable back to biblical times. No dramas, no condescension, no anti women’s rights. No men talking complete and utter hysterical bollocks.

It’s not happening because men like to fight….

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