Protecting Our Progeny

At his mother's breast, he is infused with The Sacred, and in the reflection of himself in her eyes;
How brutally we rip the male child from her, as if her compassion for him should be despised.
He spends his life seeking another way to have his soul feel, once again, complete,
But those who manipulate his fears, for his strongest allegiances, compete.

Monarchs and gods demand that their subjects scurry to fulfill their every whim;
They make mock of every weakness and whores of their subjects' women.
"Here is your beautiful virtuous wife, covered in my strong animal scent.
You will bow only to my power; I am the god for whom your were both meant."

Their priests pronounce spells that are meant to keep you in the monarch's power;
Their prophets portend doom, if on any other, your affections, you shower.
"You'll not see god in your bond with your woman, and must offer your children
To the destruction of the power that mother earth exerts on her men."

The strength of a man in a woman's loving arms threatens my supremacy;
Your family will be brutally destroyed, if they exalt in anyone but me.
Leave your home to the women and children, as you fight in my wars;
Protecting the kingdom of your "god" is what a man is made for.

Your women and children are born to wait for your triumphal return;
You will strengthen yourself to fight with your passion for them that burns.
The bond of a man and a woman's love is the greatest of earth's strength;
It was this way in the beginning and has been ever since.

Gods don't want wise old women; they want our young children.
At their births, gods begin grooming the child to worship only them.
By age of eight the child's fate is cast, and their fear is greater than
Any bonds that they have formed to their first nurturing woman.

The making of gods on earth through blood sacrifice of our males,
Is the truth in what all our wars, and much of religion, entails.
When will we mothers stand and say, "Take me, but not my son;
There is so much more than your blood sacrifice he is to become."?

When will we mothers take our girls away from their fathers,
Instead of continuing the wretched fate we had as daughters?
If there is to be a blood sacrifice, let it be my own bloody death;
Only then will my own sacred mother spirit be at rest.

Strength of Spirit

I've learned in my spiritual seeking is that kindness requires no creed;
It does require compassion for others' talents, boundaries, and needs.
The fact that I'm not willing to give to you what you want from me,
May be because of some limitation that you aren't able to hear or see.

And if I offer more than you want or need, don't see it as disrespect
It is often that I seek to, from my own painful journey, you protect.
This is not to say that I see you as weaker or less competent than I;
It is often to offer you the understanding and support for which I cry.

Too many see others as too strong and wish to teach them humility;
They don't see the fear of abuse from which their hubris came to be.
Before the age of one, my father beat me, and I turned away from him.
After this time, even my own mother was afraid to be my friend.

I am not truly strong, as are the eldest children in most families.
Each of my parents' families, were, by me, most displeased.
I didn't look like their people and was not a delicate girl child.
They saw me, not as a gift, but one of their own life's trials.

The more they found fault, the more I attempted to learn;
Hoping that my abilities would quiet most of their concerns.
Ability and strength, in a woman was, unbeknownst to me,
Not an attribute that a female should let any suitor see.

I had been taught that sex appeal was desirable, yet sinful;
It was, for "catching" a husband, the trait most desirable.
I've continued, foolishly, opening doors, allowing myself to learn,
Though I know that my increased knowledge is reason to be spurned.

Why do groups of women act as if they all completely agree,
Rather than admit that we don't all, with the same eyes, see?
How hateful it is that there are women who join in rejection,
As if competition with sisters was every woman's predilection.

Don't we know that society can't change and stay the same?
Women continue to follow failed paths and accept no blame.
Praying, dancing, and singing together may build solidarity,
But this only begins our struggle for new ways of community.

A creed without an action plan leaves me rather cold.
How did we become women who expect only men to be bold?
How often our ways of bonding leave our own men out;
Division should not be what family partnership is about.

Humans very physical in the ways they bond with friends.
Women pet and pamper each other and barely touch our men.
Boys ripped too early from gentle caresses from mothers
Are taught shame about any gentleness they show to others.

We don't speak each other's language and laugh together;
Women and men like to be honored and enjoyed as clever.

We are entering an era where women and men communicate;.

We must encourage this behavior before it's too late.

There are few women who will not, from each other, turn away
When their men and children heed what another woman has to say.
Jealousy has been earth's curse since the dawn of humanity;
We will never have peace until, from this emotion, we're free.

Men and women, in separate rooms, for conversation

Is not the way to learn inter-gender communication.

Until strong people stop seeing each other as competition,

Family and community partnerships can't come to fruition

Me In Eternity

The bliss of ignorance, I wished I could, again, embrace;
Perhaps all the pain in my present would then be erased.
I attempted to sleep away all the painful memories;
In dreams, they kept returning, like pain of a chronic disease.

In running from hurt, my demons' strengths increased.
I accepted pain with pleasure, and my running ceased.
I turned and faced the truths of my troubled life,
Not realizing, in my own rebirth, I'd serve as midwife.

I finally stopped running from facing all that I know;
Though remaining alone in my past, causes the pain to grow.
I now accept pain and pleasure as two sides of a coin.
The pain slows me down; the pleasure keeps me going.

I will not seek pain as a cleansing tonic for the soul;
Neither will I feel that only pleasure makes me whole.
I will walk with both of them, as friends on my journey;
Both pain and my pleasure made, and make, me fully me.

I do not believe in karma that continues punishing
Each of us until we're only, in eternal bliss, living.
I do believe all the pain and pleasure that I share
Will continue in the lives of all who, for me, cared.

This is why I attempted to keep, to myself, my pain,
Wanting only pleasant memories of my life to remain.
I have come to understand that those who see my soul
Have always shared in the pain that makes truly me whole.

There is no way that I can ever make amends to them;
They don't expect me to, as they are more than friends.
They are my neighbors, my church, my true family
Those with whom I share The Sacred Spirit in eternity.

The Family of Humanity

Are we to believe all sacred scriptures were already written
Before there was talk of equality between women and men?
The Sacred Spirit that preceded any Jewish definition of God
Surely, didn't with Jesus's Pentecostal coming, get tired.

Do humans accept that The Spirit that exploded into creation
Only spoke to males, denying any fertile female's mediation?
The earth, bearing children of god(s), we're told, is the mother;
Making all of humanity, by birth, equally sisters and brothers.

How did we come to accept that there are god(s) who deny
The children from their own mates? Didn't their mates even try
To correct the jealous, vengeful fathers of all their children,
Rather than, of only the strongest, making special friends?

I will not accept any god(s), because they are egotistical,
Refusing much of the sacred, in which the earth is full.
I prefer to continue sharing with others the everyday sacred
That happens, by accident, with those spiritually naked.

It grieves me that so many are uncomfortable with anger;
Great shows of strength are necessary to ward off danger.
There were so many vulnerable that looked to me for protection,
I have, long-since, sworn to accept religious society's rejection.

Religions masquerade as safe homes of simple community;
How many of them are, from perverse political power, free?
The minute any religion accepts any favors from "government"
The have accepted the seduction of the Garden of Eden's serpent.

The acceptance of a sacred power that began before Genesis
Was not, by humans, before the written word, something to resist.
This power was simply seen as embodied in all of nature;
It was a mistake to believe special humans possessed a cure.

Cures come from spiritual powers manifested in the physical;
I believe that in un-embodied spirits, this, our earth, isn't full.
I believe Jewish Jesus was clear that we must touch each other;
This is the human way to share The Sacred as sister and brother.

The wrong that Abraham and Sarah did to Abraham's first son
Has plagued humanity since shortly after Jewish history was begun.
Isn't it time that we all admit that our ancestors were wrong,
So that the family of humanity can be, against earthly evil, strong?

Finding Family

You have spoken of your frustration that I am unable to accept your vision;
How I experience The Sacred in my life was not my conscious decision.
I cannot pretend that I see truth only in The Triun "God" and in no other;
You see your parents in different lights than do your sisters and brothers.

Does this difference of manifestation mean you aren't related as family?
What you lived with your parents, siblings weren't always around to see.
I've been comfortable all my life in accepting eternal magic in mysteries
Miracles happening all around me, I would save as bubbles of memories.

I can't not experience The Sacred as the smell of new-mown grass,
Or in the prisms of color bouncing off the lake onto plain window glass.
Is there anything more sacred than the look in a vulnerable lover's eyes,
Or the sound of a small baby's laughter, when caught by happy surprise?

The awe that I feel in observing the stars, when there is no other light,
Fills me with a feeling of The Sacred so great, it feels almost like fright.
The time just before and after sleep bring all my loved ones back to me,
In waking dreams so real, they're surely The Sacred Spirit that I see.

I have lost so much to the jealous, vengeful god of my ancestry
Is it any wonder I seek, from this god's sight, to become free?
I am aware of the story that this was the sin of Adam and Eve,
Who did not, in the mercy of their creator-god, believe.

I'm also aware that this is followed by tales of centuries of wrath,
And the birth of a son-god who must suffer for his ancestors' past.
None of these stories are consistent with my belief in awe, not fear,
In manifestations of the mysteries of The Sacred Spirit made clear.

I would like you to understand that I don't choose to be afraid;
I still suffer from things about your god, that to me, as a child, were said.
I've spent years studying and have found that I'm not the only one
Who felt no option, but from fear-fueled religions and gods, to run.

There have been many damning things spread about humanism;
That non-religious humans embody The Sacred meets with derision.
This, from the people who profess that humans are the image of God;
Are they now saying that their first premise of sacred human is flawed?

The Sacred Spirit is accepted as a friend by every small child,
Until shame is introduced and the child's natural faith is reviled.
The pretensions at understanding and limiting what my child saw
Has led me to live, many years, in religious hell's destructive maw.

I had no choice, for survival, but to go back to my baby faith;
This is where, through neglect and abuse, I continued to find grace.
I can't stop feeling betrayed when you hide behind your god's sword,
Not caring I'll be left behind in your interpretation of his word.

How can a mother, sister, or friend accept an eternity of hell
For those they say the love, while on a common earth, we dwell?
How can you continue to accept communion with those
Who have, my inclusion in your family of faith, disposed?

How can you continue to turn a blind eye to my abuses?
Why is it, for my abusers, not I, you make your excuses?
By their fruits ye shall know them; the "Christian" church is rot.
The Sacred Spirit is not their root, and the vine they forgot.

I may grieve forever that I have lost so much human family,
But I could not continue to live in such a state of hypocrisy.
Pain can be purifying when it is not inflicted by others;
Shared joy and suffering is the bond of sisters and brothers.

Those who lock themselves away and suffer only with god,
Gratitude is for god, not toward friends who, with them, plod,
These are not the people who understand being fully human;
As a flawed and vulnerable human, I cannot be their friend.

They seem to want to remain around only those who fear;
Away from those with too much laughter, they continue to steer.
I could not have survived the losses inflicted by their savior,
If I didn't also participate in wildly celebratory human behavior.

I am sorry that your piety includes no raging emotional storms.
I did not, with my emotions and beliefs, intend to do you harm.
I could no longer stay quiet as you embrace those who harm me.
It grieves me that, once more, I find myself looking for new family.

The greatest grief is in my realization that we can never share our most Sacred Spirits;
Unless my manifestations agree with religious dogma, you seem unable to hear it.
The Sacred Spirit existed before Jews began to seek common spiritual ground.
Are we to deny all earthly manifestations, before their religious path was found?

I do adhere to the belief that this was a core message of Jesus,
That community bonding, not on blood, but shared faith, is a must.
I've laughed at so much loss, but I now must openly confess,
I had so hoped I would find a final family home before death.

My Current Creed

The proof I need that Hitler represented pure evil is, not only in recounting his actions, but in knowing that he left nobody on earth to positively embody his spirit. His niece, that he so evilly manipulated, should probably be honored as a martyr because she was so symptomatic of the proofs of pure evil in the universe (which of course, in our human experience, includes earth).

I am so tired of the sentimental excuses made for those who sap the spirit out of sacred innocence on earth. We have been perverted by psychologists and others, who make their livings pretending to cure the evil in others, to believe that those who create hell on earth should be forgiven, not only their "original sin" as prescribed by the power-happy religions, but the sins they choose to perpetrate on the vulnerable who have nothing but The Sacred in their spirits.

I have heard all their excuses; the worst being that people with low self-esteem abuse others. This may be true, but it is the ones with too high an opinion of themselves (narcissists)  that are most effective at usurping innocence and immortalizing evil.

Humans have been programmed by bullies to believe that we all need protectors against forces that only the abusers claim to understand. Of course, only they understand the beings that they create. Kings and other monarchs, witches, shamans, priests, "pastors," pundits, and politicians study the weaknesses of their followers, in order to create their own powerful protectorates for the people who are vulnerable and ignorant of the evil intentions of their 'loving" leaders. These leaders restrict what is allowed in order to belong to their communities, so that they hold complete control over the thoughts and actions of all members of their tribes.

Here is my current creed:
I believe that all humans with normal frontal lobe brain function are responsible for their actions. This is often referred to as "free will." This can now be objectively tested with PET scans.
I believe that many are not capable of judgement and/or impulse control, because of youth or lack of advanced brain function. Those without this ability are the most vulnerable members of human society. These people are most susceptible to manipulation through using fear to trigger return to less-evolved animal instinct. Only these people should be held as not responsible for their actions. It is for this reason that those who have been programmed toward evil present a greater danger to society, and should, thus, be kept in a state of living that minimizes any expectation of them for individual judgement or control of actions. The ideal of this would be effective, responsibly compassionate societal support for those who continue caring for them.
I reject any belief system based on fear, because my brain is capable of more than less-evolved animal instinct.
I reject any system based on a win-lose competitive construct because this perpetuates fear, anger, hatred, and war.
I reject any belief and/or action system based on ancient rules of community, ignoring modern scientific and experiential data.
I reject the notion that there are any limits to the physical, and other, manifestations of awe (The Sacred).
I reject any entity that promotes power through defining The Sacred and acting as arbiters and emissaries required to embrace the same.
I worship nothing, as any being demanding anything is certainly not all-powerful.
I reject the notion that any human(s) can affect the course of action inherent in The Sacred Spirit, as this would reflect that the universe is a reflection of less than all-powerful, all-knowing manifestations of sacred energy.
I will seek the sacred in all that contains it, and will also see that which is soaking up the power of the sacred from the innocence of others.
I will do all in my power to stop those who abuse innocence, even to giving my own flesh and blood body over to this mission.
I will not rest until the death of my physical body, or the annihilation of all those in perverse power, by virtue of sapping sacred spirituality from others.
I will peacefully die before my mission is completed, as long as I know I have passed the baton of belief-in-just-action on to others who share my final vision.
I believe that the difference between motivation and manipulation is simple. Motivation is for the growth of the motivated; manipulation benefits the manipulator.
What humans create on earth is the home in which our disembodied spirits will eternally exist.
All humanity sinks or swims together.
All energy we each manifest and share on earth, we will be bound to for eternity, or until other spirits that we impacted on earth balance our own evil energy.

Will We Leave Positive Power?

I wonder how much of Alzheimer's disease is an attempt to forget
The many monstrously horrible events that, in our lives, we met.
Do we somehow, passively, choose to return to being babies,
Forgiven all our actions because we're victims of a disease?

It seems to me that disease has replaced the concept of evil;
There are no longer any humans, for our actions, responsible.
Hitler had a bad childhood which led him to hate and kill others;
All evil actions of humanity are now blamed on fathers and mothers.

What a mess we've made of attempting to create "Christianity."
The acceptance of evil was something from which Jesus was free.
He forgave all those who came to him, with a direct command,
"Go in peace; I forgive you; stop hurting my family of humans."

We seem to have missed the part that commands us to confess,
Not to a priest, but to those against whom we've transgressed.
We were told not to take our problems to the secular courts,
But this is the first avenue of justice to which we resort.

"Christianity" has been a mockery of Jesus since Constantine,
The time when the Roman Catholic Church pope became a king.
All the religions clinging to the pope, while protesting his words,
Interpreted the true teachings of Jesus in a manner that's absurd.

The Sacred Spirit that is the earth and all physical manifestations
Has been diminished in all human-centered stories of creation.
The only way I can begin to be in awe of what is mysterious,
Is by not accepting human limits of the sacred as serious.

I don't believe in gods because they are simply greedy beings;
This is not the nature of The Sacred Spirit that I'm seeing.
That which I experience as sacred, in my pre-conscious time,
Cannot be described, because the eternal aura is so sublime.

Awe often feels like fear, so many feel, this Spirit, they should adore;
I understand those who accept Spirit manifestations as metaphor.
What I will not do is accept that there are those with special power
Who are emissaries of The Sacred, in whose presence I should cower.

Those who teach that babies are born wrapped in ancestral sin
Are seeking to control the minds and hearts of the family human.
They destroy the sense of parental partnership responsibility,
Pretending parents' homes can be replaced by religious community.

Family is the core of all community relationships in history;
Parents as partners is how humanity comes to be.
Pretending that virgin births are superior to bloody humanity,
We've created a world that is, from human hope, free.

There is no life born bearing an ancient ancestral curse;
We are all born perfect in the vastness of the universe.
All physical life is simply manifestations of energy,
In an ever-changing universe that is, from death, free.

Energy flows in many forms, eternally dividing and uniting;
This is the mystery of life that we should find most exciting.
Each human can choose whether to guide our energy to life,
Or to guide our energy toward life-destroying sacrifice.

I choose to believe in the restorative power of celebration;
This seems to conflict with the "Christian" notion of salvation.
I believe we create heaven or hell while here on our earth;
We choose to leave positive or negative balance in the universe.