JESUS

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BUT BEFORE WE BEGIN

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VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO MY FAVORITE (hysterical) GIRL who wakes up the best parts of me every time she opens her mouth to let something out, which is real "food," to a tired old soul, (we like to comfort our self with the notion that by some real miracle the "HI DAD," in this video, was meant for us, but we are completely satisfied being transformed into some sick shade of green with jealousy toward whoever that fortunate man might be; scoffers be damned, we think, nothing gets the old man flapping his tired old plumage, -aka. "working," like real envy); we call upon every angel in the arsenal to look after this most precious daughter, knowing we don't have to, as they are without doubt as taken with her as anyone can be; she is like the bright hot sun after a cold cold night.

THAT SAID...

Hello Sister!

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IF IN FACT "FORM FOLLOWS FUNCTION," (in the Art world), we are in trouble.. meaning, okay, being a "creation," (a creature), made by the infallible.. whatever.. you gotta ask, we think, at some point, what in the fuck is our "function?"  And you can almost conclude that our function is to ever be in search of a function.. like, trying to make up a goal is in fact a goal.. if that's you're assignment in life, congratulations; you've made it; and we aren't down on the creator, searching for a function, beyond making a great design, (the human beauty), to fulfill his, (or her, or its, or their, or our), function.. if we are in fact created in the very image of the creator.

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Certainly using another "SCREEN SHOT," (to acknowledge the artist), is the most amusing part of this.. (for us here).. which was our main intent, to open with something really amusing.  Words fly.  We can't help hearing, "made in the likeness of his creator," (maybe it's a therapy aid), we have to say it really was the suckling serpent that we found most interesting, as that harkens us back to the whole "Genesis," thing, (as it was given to us), which, "coupled," with the whole "original sin," thing, ("creation be damned"), it's a good place to open the whole Jesus.. speech.. thing.

We are aiming at the people who are having trouble with anything having to do with Jesus at all.. Thee.. Jesus.. I mean, the big Jesus, the real one, (not some dishwashing "Hay-zoo," who looks like he needs a meal, -and no "racial," disparagement intended, we are sure lots and lots of "white americans," are less and less against naming their boys, (or girls), "Jesus," now.. but it's going to take a while to catch up.. and anyway, we are quite convinced by science that there is only one race, and we're all, every one of us, stuck in it); no, we are hoping to bring real comfort to those that are pretty well afflicted by a thing that was supposed to comfort their afflictions.. (if not with irony than something they can really sink their teeth into), and leaving history to be our judge.

But if we have to go picking out bible passages to prove our points we will go completely out of our mind; we suspect anyway that the most, the absolute most, afflicted by the "comforter," of all affliction, are the people who know the most about it already.. these guys know the works of our most famous, "good-as-any-super-apostle," Paul.. inside and out.  "Sublime," (we can call these works), so sublime they wreck everything they talk about, or shine a little too bright.. like Shakespear in that.. I mean, really.. people read Shakespear because they like it?  And what about a young writer reading Shakespear... I mean, it's confusing that a guy can take some pretty simple ideas, add 10,000 words nobody understands, and get all the attention; it leads to a lot of fluff in otherwise perfectly good bad fiction.  Matching Paul is a whole nether level...  and we've often speculated that if Paul was not the "Devil," himself in a shepherd's cloak, certainly our most current Satan hitched a ride in on his good coat tails.

For them unfamiliar with the story, (according to Paul), all mankind was condemned to Hell because of one man and then because of the creator-of-all-mankind's love for the creation he damned, he, well, "shot forth," another man to remove the curse.  All this happened wholly apart from anything any of the regular people like us had anything to do with, and probably had better things to worry about, you know, apart from going to Hell, meaning nobody gave us the opportunity to avoid incurring the "Wrath of God," as laid out in the story, some other way, and possibly not need to have any curse removed.. but it didn't matter because we are not responsible for being set free of it.

As can be imagined, there are a few problems with this synapsis.. (if not the story), besides it's sounding archaic, and goat-sacrificial-like, and otherwise pretty silly.. time being the worst.. but we would save everybody a whole lot of time, or possibly the opposite, give them something to do for the rest of their lives, (researching themselves to see if we know what we're talking about), because, if people notice, there's no such thing as a free gift around here.. the main stipulation in being released from this eternal curse is that we "believe," the rest of the story; we have to believe that "God Himself," mounted Mary, (leaving her virginity intact somehow), and brought forth Jesus.

"Don't ask questions," is basically what we have come to believe is really at the heart of the matter here, which is usually the case when somebody needs to be the only provider of the solution to a problem they created.. for you.. (it's an old advertising/marketing thing).. confound a man's reason.  In the case of Adam, ("by one man all of mankind was condemned" -no participation required), and Jesus, ("by one man all mankind was saved from the condemnation" -no participation required), the same rule must apply or else the entire theory is nonsense.

22 November 2023

SIGNIFICANT TO THE JESUS WORK WE HOPE is the idea, or actually the sure knowledge, that working is our main source of the immediate moment, or connection to it; we recall reading something a long time ago, (a horoscope perhaps), that told us we have the great capacity to become wholly involved in what we are doing and this is akin to spending time in "Heaven."  

^{WE ARE INTERRUPTING THIS PORTION OF THINGS TO ADD SOMETHING significant, we hope, relevant to Adam giving it to "Even," doggie-style; we wondered if this little "wood," thing was a piece of Art meant to illustrate the act of "making love."  In the book it just say's "...and Adam knew his wife..." (depending on the translation), and it occurred to us we haven't heard sexual intercourse described as "making love," in quite a while; we are not quite sure we have ever "made love," to anyone, as the thing was presented to us, or described, in the days of our getting close to getting laid for the first time.  People spoke of having sex as a "heavenly," or "transcendent," thing, where there was not only the physical union but a beyond-physical one.. but a unification of being.. like spending a few seconds in heaven, perhaps, or, anyway, completely different than any reality we experienced mounting anyone.  And it kind of goes back to what we are talking about, losing our self in work.  The orgasm itself is quite other-worldly, but everything up to that point is like everything else, if not totally ruined by the pesky mind, then at least made more complex and taxing.  And it's the same old question, "am I doing this right?"  Jesus doesn't help us with sex very much.  We don't know except from experience whether our doing it is "making love," or not.  We imagine the merging of beings or "intimacy," as something like the experience of mother and infant child, of not having to suffer any consciousness of separation.. (hopefully the other half of your intimate experience is having good feelings toward you).. as we create new life in the image of our creator in a most physical way, it would be comforting to believe we are in fact doing it right.}

"My father works and I work," is something we believe Jesus probably said.. (if for no other reason than it is pretty non-understandable, or "relatable," except in terms of Dad's saying "good job; I couldn't have done better myself"), but we don't have the sort of time necessary to devote to going back into the books and referencing and footnoting, (as is customary to a bible, or any other book, study); we sincerely hope that the words are "written," well enough "in our heart," by now, that we can speak freely and openly about things.  If the reader finds some discrepancy in anything we write, pertaining to the words of Jesus, he is invited to point that out, and we will acknowledge our mistake and seek to correct it; we do warn, however, that among the various "translations," of the words of the bibles available.. (it's a regular shopping mall out there, a Jesus Mall, and we don't ask that anybody shop exclusively at KLANGORSCRAWLER, by any means).  Great comfort we have found is available to us most any time we need it, in work, (where even the "conscious," part is bearable), which brings us more or less to the very first thing Jesus said about his job, though, in the form of giving direction to others, we can separate the two parts of what appears to be one sentence, but broken into two parts we can discern a clear declaration followed by a direction, or a statement designed to give advice as to what to do about it.. he said, "the Kingdom of Heaven is at hand," (and we will leave the rest out for now).  We can further jump on an inspiration of the moment just come to us, in relation to "taking our talent to market," as that relates to the definition of the word "work;" we would not wish that anyone think we mean something we do not.. and the best we can say is that our work is very different than any work anyone else gives us to do, or wishes we would do for them.. by whatever wage or promised reward, or trickery; and we can further attach this to the idea of "talents," distributed in various amounts, (the option of burying our money rather than taking it to market); we can attach this to the "breaking of bread," (the "unpacking," of a sentence, and maybe leaving the bigger part in the suitcase for a minute), and the "casting," of our bread, "upon the waters."  We can attach this to the "wellspring of water," gushing from our bellies, and the need to go get "fed," (by your local church).. because, really, the connections to be made in this world about as numerous as there are people to shake hands with.. which may as well be infinite, or ever growing, so long as we should live.

This is to say, basically, that for us, November, (2023), has sucked ass, and I mean, sucked dead and decayed donkey balls in hell.. we forgot, it seems, that working was a good thing and thought we might try socializing.  And here is another good connection to Jesus worth thinking about, the advice to, "follow me, and I will make you a fisher of men."  Can I ask anybody to tell me what in the fuck this means really?  I mean, broken down.. is this something we want to do?  Is it a "metaphor?"  

Okay, (!), catching fish, killing them, skinning them, (according to taste), gutting them, frying them.. eating them.. and eventually... (well, "watch out for the bones!" comes to mind; I remember my little brother absolutely refusing to eat fish, but, because he was the baby of the family he never got the belt).. pooping the whole mess out and returning it to the earth from whence it all grew.. that's what fishing is all about.  Sure sure.. there's a social aspect.. and there's a beer drinking aspect.. there's a boating and an alibi aspect.. you need some sort of fishing pole, bait.. a hat.. and most of all a whole lot of time; there's a lot of "skunking," involved, and a whole lot of catching something you either can't, or don't want to eat.. such as in New York.  What are you going to do with that batch?  And anyways, what are you going to do, eat it raw?  Just rip into it with your teeth?  Probably not.  You're going to need a knife and fire, and a pan or a stick.. more time.. then a lot of practice so your supper doesn't fall into the coals.  How much of this, metaphorically speaking, is applicable to dealing with people?

...and I'd really like "Bing," to bing my fucking balls, really.. you never lost a whole page of type on a regular old typewriter.. these fucking changes in the "program," popping up every day out of nowhere, unasked for.. keep them dealing with learning something new and they won't have time to figure out what was wrong with the old...

But to keep this relevant to real life, we have decided to go work on the birdcage today, in an effort to bring some much needed life into this apartment.. (we've got an exceptionally big idea for a birdcage); we don't have time to pay everybody back, or be "grateful," in front of a club, or give acknowledgement to anybody or anything right now.

TAKING A BREAK FROM THE WORK for a day, (it being 25 November 2023), we have to think about this insistence upon not celebrating or worshiping the material, (especially considering the leaders of every church everywhere), there has to be something to this that we are not seeing, but this is not to suggest that this is some conspiracy hidden in the Vatican vault; if consciousness turns out to be materially produced after all, or some chemical action in the brain; not that figuring out an eight or nine-hundred-billion year old mystery is going to help the situation, maybe the point of the whole exercise in humanity is to accept the unknown, or not, and then die.  That's about how stupid this place can be.

We just got thrown off of our whole course, because we did look up our key scripture, or signature phrase, (upon which our whole "faith," is built), which turns out to be "John 15:15," which reads:

No longer do I call you servants, for a servant does not understand what his master is doing. But I have called you friends, because everything I have learned from My Father I have made known to you.

There's a lot of blah-blah.. of course.. before and after this line, but the point of what we are talking about is mistakenly believing Jesus elevated his "disciples," to the designation "friend," which to our mind would mean "equal," or "peer."  But we are not going to quibble about the whole issue; we are satisfied that friendship is the source of all power available to man on the earth and that's quite enough for us.  We will go back to fucking around and having fun in a while, but for now it is seeming to us we will need to create another page devoted to BILL; (Bill Wilson, the founder of ALCOHOLICS ANONYMOUS, and author of the book of the same name).

WE PROBABLY DON'T NEED ANOTHER JESUS cult.  If anything significant can come out of anything, a "cult," is just probably a culture that dies quick, (only the good die young), and never blows up into a full-blown fuckfeast.  I think it was most curious to hear the Catholic Church called a "cult," as something we never heard before, ("cunt," yes, "cult," never), and we should probably confess to experiencing a slight sensation of.. we don't know.  We suspect the feeling has its roots in superstition.  It's a weird excitement, like we've just taken a step down a path that will lead us to committing a crime and we don't know how big it's going to be.. (most things are good in the formulation phase).  But none of this is anything relevant very much to what we wanted to talk about today.  

We just came off a video explaining the new psychology, (or some kind of "quantum" psychology), the kids are into.  At the core, (as far as we are concerned), is the same old "eternal you," thing that nobody has ever been able to solve to anybody else's satisfaction.. I mean, if the followers of your scheme don't manage to perpetuate it in any significant way, you're a cult, and you just happen to be in the good chair.  We do like the "equality," aspect, (if we understand some to the concept of "collective consciousness"), that describes my place in the blob of consciousness as a "pixel," in a "matrix," I think the problem I run into is the hauling in of some old nonsense surrounding the idea of "higher dimensions," of life, or somehow exiting this one for a better one.  I mean, it's always a better one.  Or must be if nobody that goes there ever comes back to show anybody else the way.  That's pretty fucked up.  Especially since everybody describes it as a place of "pure brotherly love," or selflessness, where everybody just wants to help everybody else, nice music, and oh wait, we gotta go back for the "lost?"  I don't think so.  Anybody describing some "other-worldly," experience he had the other day is another story as this is the way cults get their footing.. he tells somebody about it and that guy wants to go there too and he himself wants to go back.. it's a lot like getting drunk.  Exercises are thought up.  Then at some point everybody dies.    

Significant to Jesus is he never wrote anything down.  That fact alone makes everything said about him "hear-say," (or some equivalent).  I can't help thinking about the poor bastard adolescent monkey born into the best gene-line, really a "prince," who is about to be driven out of the family tree, and must go off into the dark night to fend for himself.