Burnt State
Paranormal Adept
I am just interested in discerning fact from fiction in the matter. "God talk" is always about ultimate truths and absolutes. Truth with a capital T. However, it is my unending experience that it is anything but. Perhaps I've been to too many funerals lately, and heard too many pronouncements of eternal truth that sound like they were lifted from poorly plotted comic books. These things should be celebrations of the life lived (if at all possible in some cases) and not commercials for superstitious world-views that I know with great certainty (because I've done the research) are fictions adapted from even earlier fictions and shoe-horned into someone's artful theological fancy for what often can only be described as ulterior motives. But I rant! Forgive me. Jesus save us from the fires of [this] hell!
Can we not strip God of all those earthly trappings, the history we dress her in, the poorly plotted comic books, the ultimate absolutes and see what we have left? Let's pretend we are seeing God for the first time, before we had words and there was just, god forgive for this, but an 'energy' in a bounded form. Let's just not call her a UFO and imagine him as a prime mover, a seemingly indifferent caregiver, all ball lightening and glorious.
Somewhere, in the beginning, i think it was in The Marriage of Heaven Hell, Blake said there were the words of the poet, which were then co-opted by the priest. In the writing of the word, contrary to what poets have told me, we lost much and are now forever bounded by the Prison House of Language. So i agree quite a bit with the sentiment from TO because the priest is always, ok scratch that Steve, the priest most frequently misrepresents the God that people are trying to get close to.
Funerals: i've known my share. In the celebration of the brief life (burying the child - shudder the thought), or the life lived long (a celebration to make it so far) or the unlived life (thinking of my colleague's miscarriage at five months), or the interrupted life (still wanting more) we ultimately seek celebration. In celebrating whatever we can of the other, we join with the stranger, and there you have it, that's an acceptable and very possible God. And it's one way to escape this hell.
Talk about a romantic rant. I also hope everyone on the 'down with god' thread don't find out about this paranormal detour into the spiritual zone.