Keep Jesus Out of Washington

Before I begin this tirade, I would like to make it clear that I have no trouble with Christian’s per se. The love of my life happens to be a Christian as are some of my family members and we coexist quite peacefully.

Having said that I also must add that I am sick to death of all these ‘Good Christians’ that have the attitude of “I’m going to shove Jesus down your throat until you either accept him or choke to death and go to hell.” So what brought this on? Well let me tell you. I received an email a while ago from an online friend regarding the intermixing of church and state. After showing all the illustrations of the Christian symbology woven into governmental buildings and comments by our founding fathers that supposedly proved them to be Christian, it said: “Eighty six percent of Americans believe in God so the other fourteen percent should just shut up.” Now, beyond the fact that I find that to be very offensive and unloving-isn’t Christianity is supposed to preach the LOVE of God?-I have two issues with his email.


The first issue concerns his statistic. Yes, it is probably accurate that 86% of Americans believe in God. HOWEVER, I can guarantee you that not all of them believe in the Christian god and that is the ‘god’ these fanatical fundamentalists want in OUR government and OUR schools. As much as they currently persist in dissolving the already thinning veil between church and state, if a Muslim or Buddhist was elected to the presidency that veil would be rebuilt and fortified with titanium faster than you can say Allah. So, when they speak of wanting religion in our government and schools, they are speaking specifically of the Christian god.


The second issue is one concerning ignorance. Regardless of the Christian Fundamentalist propaganda insisting that this fine country of ours was founded on Christian values the FACTS are that most of the founding fathers were NOT Christians but Deists. Deists believe that there is a Divine creator but she/he does not become involved in the everyday lives of mortals and doesn’t communicate directly with humans via sacred books or any types of revelations. Not only were they not Christians but they were vehemently opposed to intermixing church and state. Don’t believe me? Well, here are a few quotes for you:


Thomas Jefferson

“I have examined all the known superstitions of the world, and I do not find in our particular superstition of Christianity one redeeming feature. They are all alike founded on fables and mythology. Millions of innocent men, women and children, since the introduction of Christianity, have been burnt, tortured, fined and imprisoned. What has been the effect of this coercion? To make one half the world fools and the other half hypocrites; to support roguery and error all over the earth.”

“Christianity...(has become) the most perverted system that ever shone on man. ...Rogueries, absurdities and untruths were perpetrated upon the teachings of Jesus by a large band of dupes and importers led by Paul, the first great corrupter of the teaching of Jesus.”

“The clergy converted the simple teachings of Jesus into an engine for enslaving mankind and adulterated by artificial constructions into a contrivance to filch wealth and power to themselves...these clergy, in fact, constitute the real Anti-Christ.”



Article 11 of the Treaty of Tripoli, written during the Presidency of George Washington and signed by President John Adams states:

“The Government of the United States is not in any sense founded on the Christian tradition.”



Thomas Paine:

”Among the most detestable villains in history, you could not find one worse than Moses. Here is an order, attributed to 'God' to butcher the boys, to massacre the mothers and to debauch and rape the daughters. I would not dare so dishonor my Creator's name by (attaching) it to this filthy book (the Bible).””It is the duty of every true Deist to vindicate the moral justice of God against the evils of the Bible.””Accustom a people to believe that priests and clergy can forgive sins...and you will have sins in abundance.””The Christian church has set up a religion of pomp and revenue in pretended imitation of a person (Jesus) who lived a life of poverty.”


James Madison:

“What influence in fact have Christian ecclesiastical establishments had on civil society? In many instances they have been upholding the thrones of political tyranny. In no instance have they been seen as the guardians of the liberties of the people. Rulers who wished to subvert the public liberty have found in the clergy convenient auxiliaries. A just government, instituted to secure and perpetuate liberty, does not need the clergy.”

“Religion and government will both exist in greater purity, the less they are mixed together.”


Benjamin Franklin:

“As to Jesus of Nazareth, my Opinion of whom you particularly desire, I think the System of Morals and his Religion...has received various corrupting Changes, and I have, with most of the present dissenters in England, some doubts as to his Divinity; tho' it is a question I do not dogmatize upon, having never studied it, and think it needless to busy myself with it now, when I expect soon an opportunity of knowing the Truth with less trouble."
AND, last but not least, the one nation ‘under god’ was not added to the pledge of allegiance until the 1950’s and the words ‘In god we trust’ was consistently used on all US currency until 1956 during the McCarthy witch hunts.

So, to all you Bible thumpers out there, worship your god all you like but keep him out of my government and my children’s education.

The Hunted--The Finale

She turned away silently, disappearing into the mist that ever accompanied her to that final destination. She offered no invitation as none was needed. She knew he would follow her light footsteps to the stage upon which this denouement would unfold. A different path always leading to the same inevitable destiny and the reminiscences of the pleasure to come aroused him. Death and rebirth in a fury of violent lust, how could he forget such an exquisite experience?

Already fiercely aroused he could not wait to reach the sanctity of her home and grabbed her by her hair, pushing her up against a building. Grinding his body into hers he kissed her with a rough forcefulness and she purred in the back of her throat as a cat thoroughly satisfied with life. Through the constant cycles of death and rebirth this was the only pleasure the Gods and the Fates afforded her and she wasted none of it, voraciously devouring every delicious drop they allowed.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her as he tore at her dress, the cold, coarse brick behind her scraping her flesh. She let loose a long, low howl that raised the hair on the back of his neck when it trailed into a heart wrenching moan of desperate, aching need.

She threw her head back, banging it against the brick, the long, fiery strands of hair clinging to the sweat already beading on her face. She grimaced with the pain that shot through her temples, not despising it, nor fearing the agony to come; pleasure and pain, opposite sides of the same duality, one made all the more intense by the existence of the other. This scene, this act, this moment of unbearable ecstasy, fated to repeat itself throughout lifetimes without end, was also her most intense misery.

“Not here.” She murmured as his mouth moved to her neck. The taste of her, the delicious sticky warmth of the blood raging through her veins was as the ambrosia reserved for those Eternal, the memory of it making him ache with the wanting. He ignored her words and she felt the pressure of his sharp fangs piercing her flesh.

“Not here.” She snarled viciously, thrusting him backwards with a strength that surprised him. “I will not die in some stinking, filthy alley. One would think you’d have figured that out by now.”

Splayed out on the cold pavement he stared up into those emerald eyes that glimmered with indignation, momentarily dumbstruck, before laughing. “One would think. But then, one would think that by now you’d know how much I love a good tussle before I feed.”

With a smirk and an uplifted brow she vanished into the fog as he scrambled to his feet, her laughter lingering behind to taunt him. He chuckled and licked his lips, having managed to squeeze a drop or two of blood from her before she pushed him away. Following her trail into the thick woods surrounding the suburb in which she lived this particular life he once again found an adversary worthy of his great skill. It almost saddened him to know that she would eventually surrender herself to him this night. To lose such an extraordinary woman was a tragedy the Universe should not have to bear regardless of how momentary that loss would be. Yet, the threads of destiny could not be unraveled by anyone. Her cyclical journey through the Valley of the Shadow of Death and beyond was immutable, without end, and out of his control even if he did wish to change it.

The woods thickened as he tracked her, the high branches of the slumbering trees blocking what little light the waning moon afforded. Though the darkness did not blind him as it would one with mortal eyes, still he could not see her shadowed form.

Her laughter floated down from the trees around him, had she climbed into their sheltering branches to throw him off her trail? Poised to climb one of the large oaks the sound of that maddening giggle came at him from another direction; she was no longer in the air, if she ever had been.

He followed her with confident purpose through their primordial playground, flicking his tongue across his fangs, his mouth salivating with anticipation. Several times he lost her and had to pause, silent and still, testing the wind for a hint of her scent or taste. He could feel her laughing at him, though he could not hear or see her; she was pleased with herself for evading him at every turn. Growing ever more frustrated he growled low and deep like a panther on the prowl, his movements as elegant and feline as the sounds rumbling in his throat. His hunger grew exponentially with his frustration and it seemed as though he had not eaten for as many centuries as he had spent chasing her.

Then, a glimpse of her in the misty moonlight, the sound of her giggle caressing his ears and he knew she was his. Within seconds he had her in his grasp, his teeth deep in her flesh as she fought him. Stronger than he expected she nearly loosed herself from his grip twice but he wrapped his arms more tightly around her as they fell to the ground, preventing her escape as she cried a half scream of frenzied pain. He didn’t know when the fighting became something else but before he knew it he had hiked her skirt up and he was thrusting inside of her even as he voraciously fed upon her. Her agonized scream of pain was now intermixed with pleasure as she wrapped her legs around him.

He thrust harder as her blood flooded his mouth and caressed his tongue and his vision began to swim as the world began spinning frantically around him. He felt her weaken even as her nails scarred his back as she valiantly continued to fight for her life. He was nearly passing out from the pleasure of it all when suddenly she threw him off of her, though he knew not how she had the strength as he had nearly drained her.

“Centuries! For centuries I have endured this farce of a life. Thousands of times I have died at your hands.” She snarled, throwing him down and straddling him, pinning him to the cold ground, her eyes boring into his with a rage he had never known, not even within himself.

“No more will I lie back and let you take my life! I will have my way with you!” She screamed, pushing herself onto him as she lowered her mouth to his neck. “Tonight, I will take life from you. Eternal life!”

He screamed as her teeth bit into his flesh and she drank. Desperately he tried to fight; this was not supposed to be! For thousands of years they had played this game, always with the same end, how dare she try to take his victory from him! Futilely he tried to thrust her off of him, yet she possessed a strength born of the sheer determination to survive and as she fed from his blood he felt himself weaken, dizzy, as she sapped his strength. He kicked her, scratched at her face but nothing could force her mouth from his neck as she voraciously swallowed the blood needed to snatch eternal life from the jaws of the fates so cruel.

She convulsed and fell away from him, her transformation already beginning. Mercifully he was free, but too weak to take advantage of that liberation. Anger broke over him, a wave of rage that fueled what little strength he had left. He would not let her get away with this travesty. He would take her life before she could transform.

He threw himself onto his knees and crawled towards her, his hands at her throat, determined to kill her before she could defy the fates that decided her destiny eons ago.

She screeched and squealed as death overtook her mortal body, rolling and thrashing around in the dirt as his fingers tightened around her neck.

“NO!” She shrieked, scrabbling to pull herself out from under him before he could take from her the life she had fought so hard to snatch from the grip of death. Her hands fell upon a branch, sharpened by the elements, and he felt the pain searing his chest before he it dawned on him what she had done.

He looked down to see the branch embedded deep into his heart and gasped, “You bitch” before he turned to a dust that showered her body still convulsing in its last fatal throes. Pain raged through her, pain such as she had never known, her body quivering with exquisite, tortured agony, and she laughed uncontrollably in the midst of the sheer misery of it all, having finally beaten the fates at their own game.

The Hunted Part One

He had been stalking her for nearly an hour through the cold moonlight. Surely she knew of his presence, yet instead of smelling fear in the frigid winter air he smelled excitement, which intrigued him. As of late the hunt had become boring and inane, far from the challenge he craved. Even the largest of men succumbed with little effort on his part, screaming like little girls as they floundered in his grip before they breathed their last. The thought of hunting prey worthy of his skill excited him and he yearned for the struggle that was sure to ensue. She was unlike any other woman, unlike any other human he had ever hunted. Though he followed closely behind her, so close that she could surely hear his footsteps as the gentle tread of death, she did not increase her pace, even seemed to encourage his deadly pursuit.

Her perfume teased his nose, a flowery scent that reminded him of the English countryside in the summers of the youth he had left behind centuries ago. The whispering wind caressed her hair, pulling the long, silky, auburn strands from the pins that contained them. As he continued to pursue her they beckoned to him coyly, dancing on the crisp air, emboldening him to move ever closer. She strolled through the lonely streets with a sensual confidence, a bold narcissistic insolence that both aroused and infuriated him. He longed to conquer her and bring her to her knees before him with tears in her eyes as she begged for her life. When he caught her, and he held no doubt as to that particular eventuality, he would luxuriate in the erotic satisfaction her screams for mercy would bring.

Shocked surprise abruptly pulled him from counting his chickens when she seemed to vanish before his eyes from the alleyway. Warily he crept towards where he had last seen her. She was nearby; he could still smell her perfume lingering in the frozen air along with the erotic, musky scent of her increased excitement. At first convinced that the luscious smell of her blood was warmly human he now wondered if he had not been mistaken.

“No, you were not mistaken. This body that contains me is mortal.” Her voice slithered into his ears, answering his unspoken question. What sort of witch was this?

He turned in a slow circle, reaching out with his preternatural senses to locate her in the shadowed darkness. The long ivory canines that were his greatest pride and sharpest weapon, his keen intellect being the only exception, glinted in the light of the streetlamps as he paced round.

“Who are you milady?” He whispered, his voice barely audible, even to his own ears. “What sort of mortal moves with the bold, graceful swiftness of the wolf and does not fear the monstrous creatures that skulk through the night?”

She chuckled softly. “I do not fear you because I know you.”

“My apologies milady, have we met before?” He paused his circling to bow deeply.

“We have yet to make acquaintances in this life, but I daresay I know you better than anyone.”

“How can that be if we have yet to meet?” He asked. Each time she responded her voice whispered to him from a different direction though no sound betrayed her movement, driving him to insanity.

“We have met more times than I can count, but not until the final act, always destined to meet when the curtain falls.”

She spoke in riddles that shouldn’t make sense but did and he heard himself speak. “Do you know what stalks you, what manner of death looms before you?” He recited the words to a script written at the time of creation, played out his role in this eternal production.

“I know full well the creature that hunts me, I feel your hunger as though it gnawed at my own belly, yet I stand before you with no terror in my eyes.” Sensing her behind him he turned to meet her velvet green eyes that stared into his soulless obsidian ones without faltering. She had spoken no lie; no hint of fear marred their luminous depths. She reached out to touch his cheek with hands bitten by the bitter winter wind.

“So cold, always so cold…” She murmured with the voice of one who longs for what she will never have yet is still doomed to pursue. “And empty, always so very empty.”

He wondered then if she weren’t a bit touched, for as she spoke her eyes glazed over and her spirit seemed to flounder in the painful memories of lives long forgotten. Her hand still mindlessly stroking his cheek she was momentarily suspended in a peculiar nonexistence. No longer part of the past that has jaded, the future unknown yet to reveal itself, but not present in this moment either, time ebbed and flowed around her, pulling her along with its current but leaving her unaffected by its decay.

Those eyes that did not see enveloped him and pulled him into her mental wanderings. The memories of hundreds, of thousands of lifetimes invaded his mind, smothering him with the pain of a soul cursed by the Fates to suffer, die, and be reborn into that suffering again and again with only one ephemeral moment of passion to bridge the gap between death and rebirth.

Now do you see? Her thoughts voiced themselves in his mind. It is like this every time. Living a life that is not your own until one day you remember the pain that has chased you through lifetimes uncountable, never allowing you peace. The circle closes with death only to birth a new life of suffering. That is my curse and you are the death that will begin the cycle anew.

Memories poured into his mind, revealing circumstances and events that manifested themselves over and over, varying in their nuances but always ending with the same beginning; maybe not here in this particular alley, nor in this particular city, but ever the same. The milieus adapted themselves to the perpetual evolution of civilization but were always permeated with the same sorrowful lament.

TBC.......

Tired

I’m tired and I just want to close my eyes. I want to shut out the light and the noise. I want to stop fighting and let the blessed peace of slumber calm my weary mind. I want to wake up to joyful anticipation, not smothering, anxious helplessness. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to shut out the judgments, accusations, and the voices slithering through my head taunting me with whispers of horrors to come. I want to forget the past that broke me and ignore the path before me that is littered with obstacles and tribulation. I’m tired of suffering, tired of being refined in the white hot blaze of adversity. My spirit is weak and weary, can no longer bear the weight of this cross. SO FUCK OFF UNIVERSE I’M ON STRIKE!

HA! Weren't expecting that one were you?

Give in to the Dark Side of the Force

Just thinking outside the box...

I believe in the Universal Balance, that every action must have an equal and opposite reaction in order to sustain the balance between good and evil. Evil is as necessary as good and fulfills a purpose of its own as deemed fit by the Divine Creator of this Universe. Do you accuse the lioness who hunts and devours her prey of being evil for fulfilling her purpose in life just because some die in the process? What if there is some kind of Karmic food chain? What if some of us have been put on this earth to ensure that every Karmic debt is paid? What if there are a few chosen ones entrusted with the duty of administering suffering where it is due in order that the law of Karma will prevail? Would that not be a necessary evil? Would that person not be doing the work of the Divine if she were to guarantee that those who lie, cheat, steal, rape, and murder reap what it is that they sow?

DISCLAIMER:These are nothing more than random thoughts that pop into and out of my head from time to time. I share them merely to illustrate the twisted depths of my psyche. These statements DO NOT in any way imply intent to follow through with them, so don't worry...yet.

P.S. Stay away from the river......

Goddess

I need someone to prey upon, a weak and pliable soul that I can bend to my will to suit my fancy. A legion of admiring souls entranced by my unsurpassed beauty and utterly enamored of me, who will grovel before me and worship my greatness, the goddess within me. When I appear in all my glory you will be awaiting me in the shadows praying that at long last you will be the one I choose. Unable to escape my sensuous advances you, The Chosen, will ascend to the brink of rapture at the display of my unique exquisiteness. There is none like me: sensual, passionate, self-contained, bold, confident, in absolute control of myself and the world I possess. I am the center of my own universe and I expect all others to treat me as such. When I have finished my meal you will evaporate into the darkness of nonexistence dejectedly awaiting my return. Bow down before me and receive my magnificent attentions. Ignore me and face the fury contained within this magnificent body, or worse, my indifference to your wretched life. You will ultimately realize your mistake and inexorably return craving my attentions only to find me surrounded by those who adore me, unable to battle your way into my attendance. Those upon whom I bestow my kindness will be altered forever, never forgetting the wondrous experience that is me, always grateful for that which I have granted them. I soar through this world knowing that all eyes are upon me, all hearts secretly begging for a sign that I favorably acknowledge their presence in my world, every one of them fervently hoping that they will be the next one I desire. No matter how many times I overlook you and pass on to the next delectable delight your breath will cease and your heart will stop when my mystifying dark eyes descend upon you. Searching your heart and soul I see all that is contained within you despite your futile attempts to hide yourself from my penetrating stare. Caught in the aching fervor of my gaze you cannot help but reveal to me every one of your vulnerabilities, your most veiled fantasies. My fantasies interlace with yours for a moment in time, our thoughts becoming one as I seek to grant you that which you most desire in order to capture you and take you as my own. You are totally helpless before me, your soul melting into mine as you irrationally lead yourself to suppose that you have claimed me. When the dawn perforates your dazed illusions and you reach for the empty space I once occupied in your bed you will realize that you have only been one more insignificant soul in a string of conquests. I endeavor to vanquish and dispose of as many men infatuated with my sensuality as possible. A plethora of men previous to you have fallen before me on their knees demanding my interest and I have thoughtlessly cast them aside after I have pillaged their luscious bodies. What arrogance makes you believe that you will be any different than the many who have succumbed to my impervious charms? Your fruitless superciliousness merely adds to my mirth as I weave around you my noose of heartless treachery. Can you actually dupe yourself into believing that you can successfully stalk the hunter? Your conceit brings me indescribable gratification as I leisurely pull the cord ever tighter around your unsuspecting neck. Even as you thrash about for the oxygen necessary to sustain your life, I see your delusions of grandeur feverishly convincing your tormented ego that you are in control of me. Laughter bubbles inside of me as I witness your struggle for dominance over me. Never once do I fear you because I know that I am superior to you in every way. The Goddess created me to govern you because She recognized your inherent weakness, your inability to control yourself and those around you. The realization that wounds you most is that you never could be in command of us no matter how much you tried to induce us to believe otherwise. We were destined to rule you and that infuriates you. It’s no wonder that you spent millennia upon millennia attempting to convince us of our need to concede to your greater will. I hate to break it to you baby, but those days have ended, of which you are reluctantly aware as you impart your very essence to me. You know that your era of domination has met a nasty end when you appreciate the power I contain within me, the power that all women possess, though many of them do not yet realize it. I partake of the Goddess and utilize her strength and wisdom to expropriate what was preordained to be mine. Though you envision that you are the only one to appropriate the pleasures I have within my power to confer, deep inside you realize, though you will never admit it to your fragile ego, you are but one of the many to surrender to my irresistible advances. Delude yourself my sweet if it brings you any semblance of comfort, though you are fully aware that the misapprehension is only momentary. After I have fleetingly fulfilled my unquenchable desires with your body I will move on to the next hapless victim as you view with unbelieving eyes my ascendancy over another witless mortal. The jealousy that arises within you at this display of my prowess is surmounted only by the appreciation that you experience when you realize just how fortunate you are that I chose you as my latest fascination. Don’t believe for even a moment that my preference had anything at all do to with your importance as a man. It is due only to my passing fancy that I selected you. Yes, you may be appealing but there are countless others that are just as appealing. You only happened to the most convenient to me at the time. As I saunter through this world I seek those whom are the most accessible to me. After all, why would I engage any effort to acquire one of you when there are so many others who would eagerly throw themselves at my feet? Chasing someone such as you is only a waste of my energy. Instead I will patiently await the others who desire my affections more than those of anyone else available to them. There is nothing and no one that can compare to me and I am just as aware of that as you are, a reality that brings me unspeakable delight as I cruelly abandon you to move onto the next to be chosen.

Wicked Intent

As I hungrily embrace you, feeling your muscular arms encircle me, I whisper words of love and passion into your ear, witnessing the cold triumph in your eyes. I know that you thoroughly enjoy the power you envision you hold over me. As I flatter you, your enormous ego enthusiastically devours each disingenuous word and you assume that you have made me yours, never considering that the power you wield over me is only that which I allow you to borrow momentarily. Leading you along a trail of lies and manipulations you are completely at my mercy, though you do not yet realize it, will not realize it until I deem it time to reveal to you the cruelty of my malice.

I know exactly how to build you up, cause you to believe that I am hopelessly in love with you. I let you believe that I need you, that I want you like no other man, that only you can quench this raging inferno within me. You stupidly believe that I have been vigilantly guarding my precious virtue these many years so that when I meekly succumb to your advances you will feel as though you have conquered me body and soul. What you do not know, never pause to ponder for even a moment is that the path winding behind me is littered with the wretched souls that once naively believed the same seductive deceptions you so willingly accept as truth. The falsehoods that so easily spring forth from my lips have been painstakingly crafted over time, practiced and refined with each successive conquest. After years of being the conquered do you not think I would have learned to conquer? Yet that thought does not once flitter through your narrow mind because you believe that you are impenetrable, invincible.

Though your ego stubbornly refuses to accept it, you have suddenly become more vulnerable than you could have ever imagined. I hold mastery over my sexuality, know how to employ it to tease you, tantalize you, and exploit you. The adoration you see gleaming in my eyes of night obscures the demons lurking within me and lures you to me against your will. The animalistic craving that emanates from my body is the urgent need that my soul possesses to dominate, subjugate, and control.

I watch as your defenses drop before me one by one, see that you are totally enamored of me. Stunned by the beauty and the untamed sensuality that you have fooled yourself into believing
you have awoken within me, you have willingly blinded yourself to my true objective. Never think that my intent is to bring you a scrap of pleasure, though I know that you will, but realize instead that it is only to satiate my ravenous desire. Giving you what you want so that I can break into the soul that you have unknowingly laid bare before me, I ruthlessly seize a piece of it. Always know that you are nothing more than a trophy to me, merely a prize that I covet. I will win. I always succeed. You will wonder why I was able to overcome you for the remainder of your deplorable life but you will never find the revelation that you desperately seek. You will never comprehend the shrewd intelligence I possess, my ability to command and utilize this body’s irrepressible desires to my advantage, and the wanton wickedness lurking beneath this façade of fragility. Never will you understand how I was able to take your game and twist it to turn it against you. All that will be left within you is the shame and humiliation that pierces your heart each time you recall my mesmerizing black eyes and the way they ensnared you completely, offering no chance of escape.