Sans Bumper Sticker

I will attempt to tackle an issue, perhaps I should not. The issue is religion. It is supposed to raise people, to heal them and to guide them by steps toward a heavenly transcendence. I will include the various beliefs in magical craft as well. They most, prescribe steps to greater and greater enlightenment at a higher and higher level, but human nature being as it is, there are deceptions, manipulations, political ramifications, and stumbling blocks along the whole way that purports to be 'the way'. 

It all ends up cultish, hidden, rejecting, deceiving...instead of redeeming, and it turns off peoples lights, instead of on. The strong rule in such hierarchies, the wealthy, the ones with an edge, an 'in', a cue, a clue, so that, there become klatch's and cadre's of favorites, of pets, of chosen, of privileged in every one of the disciplines of religion in the land. The most desirable of all are at the highest place. The least desirable, hold the lowest, so that the lowest, and weakest, must bear the weight of the entire erection.

It is like the story of the turtles standing upon one another's backs...higher and ever higher they go, and where will it ever end, and why did it not end long ago? The bridge was long since paid for, but the tax, the daily sacrifice, continues unabated. Where will it end? I tell you where it will end. When people quit supporting failed causes with bumper stickers, and bumper crops of carelessly conceived ideas that are only good for the few, but will never support the many. 

When they quit being a party to the popular and become more discerning of lesser interests than their own; they will find out, being a warrior is in regard to healing rather than destroying and balance is about intention. A whole and healthy intention is all about the balance in every step we take, with everyone we know, through every hour of our life, so that the whole, may be kept whole, and not reduced to pieces.

In the entirety of religion, of belief in the ineffable, there are good things, and bad things. These houses seldom clean themselves, and they are all, entirely, in need of a good 'rooting', and in some cases, 'booting', and in some cases, of having their candle snuffed, for it is the dark they love anyway. To those of us who wish for sunrise, I suggest a generic approach...a pinch of this...a dab of that...a bit of those, and leave the 'whole cloth' for the 'patches'...they are more colorful anyway.

Let no one say, you cannot receive God of your own intuition, or television without a cable. It's all rubbish, and the reception, down on the farm, if not better, is brighter for truth. For now, you believe what they tell you. I tell you...go directly to the source, and see what you may see. God bless the hunch...God bless the wonder...and God bless thee.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015

Art: By Henry Scott Tuke