Tell me no lie. A feeling? What's it worth? Don't shout. There's money to make. A super-positioned superstion. The darkness. See, safety is a human right. So we sell walls, impermeable. It's always, lights on within, then We'll be rich and powerful wallbuilding, citi-zen warriors fed and fattened by those we make feel safe, from the dark unknowns seeping in. That's the idea. It's worked for years, at least since we saw the Power in Myth and capitalized Campbell's bliss and Sagan's billions and billions of stars. Within these walls workers will work for food and a feeling. And Facebook.
They choose a place and stand, and do what comes to hand. Heartily grip what's easiest for you to hold on to, they are told. Attendants bring the meds, settling every disruption of the peace the patient craves in his comfort. The price ain't right, m'mouthmumbles You are absolutely co-rect-allatime, tekayepeel.
There are wishes being made, on all manner of stars for happy ever afters. If wishes were askings, what if connecting to the source of haps which, every expert knows, haps are all happiness can possibly consist of. Oh, consist. That sticky, gluteny idea stuck in my daily bread. It's related to resist, desist and the command to stand. Shield-wall and all that. Turtles all the way down. A disruption! Day room Now! I'll drop it. I swear. Something's bound on earth to go wrong, ever since Eve bit that apple, if she'da left that apple on the apple tree Nah, that ain't how it went down and songs about it don't change it none.
But, maybe this is me interrupted What if, nothing is immaterial, as an idea, it can't go wrong, and Murphy's law, obeyed, is good, all the time. If nothing can go wrong, it won't. Ask the pilot flying by faith in his checklist. What if, asking for help helps? Was that a message? A touch by an angel? Spirit, the idea?
An answered prayer? Are you familiar with its role in reality? Something makes these bubbles spin, y'know. Ignoring is bliss, nay, No more, precisely, nevermore, quoth the raven, shall the man who can read be locked away from all the stories, telling eventualities that men, wombed and un, have told and tested for ever, it seems, Stop striving for perfection and let patience have her way witcha, whatcha learn can change the world. Look back. Good news from a far country come our way. Grandpa made some sense and we built a fort, of pillows.
This is a reworking of Good news from a far country, I am attempting to rein in my scattered mind. Let me know if you see improvement or parts in need thereof. Low moral ground. This is not where this idea began but it ran and I missed my mark. Mark sin. Press Sure, to let the bursting pressure equilation expand at will Score. That fine a level of reality demands more attention than I have to pay. All I am is words, in a sence, sense, since we come in threes, we are some of those sets of thoughts tangled in complexes better left alone.
Untangling twisted knotted realities is what we do best. We've been wadding up proteins, since God knows when, time's less twisted than people think it is, but it is silly to imagine time's arrow is a metaphor for these meta-gnostic moments. Is it?
Apophrenia Dejavu, you believe that, what if it is your memory lying by ignoring time attention ratios determining the observations stored in HD? What if it's just a glitch? Blue screen of death. If you suffer, is there ought that I might do now for you that these words are not doing? All I am is words, in a sence, sense, since we come in threes, we are those sets of thoughts tangled in complexes better left alone. We've been wadding up proteins, since God knows when, time's less twisted than people think it is, but is it silly to imagine time's arrow is a metaphor for these meta-gnostic moments?
We come and go. To and fro up on the face messengers bearing news in both directions, watch the trickster, Jacob, in this story, he sees the messengers from heaven bearing leaven thither and hither upon the face of the earth. Jah, I know. Joy is my dance, this is my song. Is it good Grandmother?
Miles to go, you recall the feeling of feeling miles to go before I sleep. That was yesterday, and you know yes ter everything's gone, roar. Aslan can pierce the barrier between mere Christians and me, how would be fun to know, but knowing why would help us keep the story interesting as life goes on Who controls my peace? Am I a mercurial sheen in between chaos and order, chronus and zeus? Could be, ya thank so, ye know so, less unlessed as unlessing means nothing to you, that means you are visiting here. Visting whom, vis it ing whom? Who's in charge, where's the power short age, wrinkles in time, rogue waves at the quanta scale, we were dancing with the thoughts emanating from some IDW smart guy proffesing Critique-technic-magi action, post mode'r'ism at the point of Dada und Scheizkunst, the unmass-queque, the line of lies awaiting unbelief, idle words lingering, hoping to be noticed and added back into the story book of life, a simple wish.
It could be every child's, should we think that if we can or may, sometimes I'm still, and confusion troubles the water, it seems, then another hurt is healed, another lie is gone and life goes on we won again, this never gets old, I do love my opposition, pressure pump pump pump.
Fat chance, all who eat this bread and don't get gas, they are our same bread people. Vectors of sour dough, webs of fungal axions make a way bore,pore, poor-with-us, pour in to it ish, that idea, an opening through, trickle down good gravity leveling stillness, gentle rocking earth roll round and round and round the pythagorian version of Euclid's point in his mother's story, the point of this song?
To know the point you must have been to the point of in-forming the point on which we dance and you recall we come in threes, and just, we are, just, if it, that idea, rests in your back roads, gentle on your mind. We make peace. Being young is easy from my POV.
I've lived in my future for sometime now I can't say how beyond saying aloud, this was never hidden, in my accounting of idle words I claimed, upon hearing the stories each contained. Wham, uptheyhaid. Relig, fool, or chaos wins and no hero ever lives again! Drop anchor, wait it out. The heat is on, the bubbles are forming, informing one to another below the surface greasy tension, slippery slopes putting pressure on chaos to conform to the curve Ying yang, mercury film upon the sea of time and the scene of chaos in this bubble of all you can imagine real.
Hows' that feel? You want that? What are you standing under? Does chaos win? You are, as we say, cognisic magi we-ified, practical magic at the moment the point is made, then the creation begins and not before or is this all unrolling ex nihilo, no magi ever knew… come, let us reason together, why am I empowered? I know that one, yes. Avowed-wowed-wit-wise, fullcomp, retired Peacemaker. All my hero's imagined or real, were Peacemakers.
Just now, peaceful now, mindful now we remain the same blessing promised in the package of yeses stolen from Cain by his older sister, his bride, keep that quiet, eh? Secrets made sacred, always those are lies, no lie is of the truth, all lies are about the truth. What empowers you, poet or poetry?
Right, you know, God, good god knows, resentment lives in lies the rotting idle words deemed curses at best, secret at worst, those idle corrupting thoughts sparking as if absolute annihilation were thinkable by rational minds of wait, there's arub, a sore ex nihilo, the homeless wanderer screams, "May the whole world perish, may you all go to hell," the mad man wept his hell, and imagined his curse, not mine, I don't have one.
I did, but I went back so often to find pieces of my heart that now I have an Elysian network woven through All-hell, the big idea that broke loose infecting the mind as wisdom's leaven builds her womb inhabitation placenta stem cell informing builders empowered, pressure empowered, what must be, but is not verse, versus us, the we that be we must choose, let this be, come and see, life goes on. Agree, or empower us as we bubble by and takenallwecan expanding gobbling bubbles, good by ye. Once we flushed the Dada poison and let mito mom instill the patience gene with epigenetic peace we can pass on with a touch or a word, we've never woven lies for no reason, if a rung breaks and they can, last straw and all that weight, you know, Jacob's ladder is an escalaltor-ladder, wittily invented, there are automated steps, algoryhmes of reasons to repair the broken rung with a reason to believe the rung has been repaired, only believe, take a step, re paired again with the idea of meaninglessness masked in create-if-ity good enough.
Don't pass undigested lies to see if farts burn. This reality is storyteller heaven. The wizard mixed the draught. Drunk, we staggered home. Aware of having been some other where a while That woman, she could answer any question rebbi axt, Ohhhhmyyy she laugh and say, Dude, I got the Intent-net, in my hand That's more than a list of numbers, this accounting idle words going on, on going, as fast as lightning, at the scale, of, say cat-ions ifiying an-ions at random, seen systematical, from a distance zoom out at the scale, of, say Great Deep Field.
Center you, I'm no matter. Good things come to them to whom good makes more sense. Old story tellers do, Only miners survived, gold digger mostly, few alchemists who knew the mystery in mercury, Lost was all knowing but to a very few, who truth be told had been the owners well kept servants, ministers of this and that they perished with all the fires touched we diggers, we only marvel How bits of time, exact as ours, can be seen happening all in bubble of Mercury.
Cooked out red rock like these. G'night but a story told a wee bit here a qubit there here a little, there a little line upon line, precept upon precept, 'cept no body knows what I know about cept, capere, a story starts, a provisioning tale. Paper covers rock, but scissors are so far in the future that now, my time, my mind wanders after whys this authoritative telling of the story, in it, none know the terminal tale.
As in times past, there were survivors who lived to tell and old stories never die. Old story tellers do, Tho' here's a clue. Meek's not bad, stupid, for no reason, is. Now, see the bubble of all men have imagined, since the time when such a bubble was only evil, continually. It went viral. Noah we know for sure, almost, survived,? Cushites kept records.
In Africa. Akkad kept record, too. Some Hopi survived somehow and they have a tale. They say they know the story is ten thousand years old, I've been to a crossroads on their journey, stories tell of it, still, today. Holy means marked for good reason. Marked with clues, not riddles, maps Sacred means secret means hidden away for use, not common, every day, quotidian use, right use. Time, the opposing force, is precious to us all. In time, we do all we can and die, in ever, we expand, in no time at all.
I imagine. You fill it. Now, Your expandable mind's time, time pushes from the outside, wisdom pushes from the inside, And so it goes, life goes on and music grows on ya, Amusing how they do that, teeny muses dancing shiva on the tip of my tongue, singings songs in tongues I've never known if they are words on tongues or sounds on tongues, notes, Baysian Binary Cross Validation still ends with some people thinkin' "it is finished" left them with a ton o'weight, that's wrong, insist resistance.
Some, heavy duty, leaders of lambs, they claim power in their mouths, spoken from fixed hearts, but fixed upon, is truly the song, said, words are only little bits of whole sym ulacrum of re-ify-ing where broken things re-pair, and life goes on… "fixed, my heart is fixed", no, your heart is machine of the most magnificent design, perfected, a time at a time.
Flexing, pacing time itself, faster slower, try some time alone be still, pond still I know the story broke, I could not hold it. In the night, bitter cold Frozen fragile There are pieces scattered every where, everywhere there is time, there is at least, a point a story may stand upon and ask an angel to dance. Dance, give it some flare, what do we care? Nobody's watching, but that fly. A reader is needed more than words can tell.
My posts are a book now, few stand solidly on their own. Thank you if you spend your time perusing them please tell me where I muddy the flow, or break the story. Learning for ever, eh. Axt would I, I sed yah soyam Signing a song played in the white noise that surrounds me nights like these past , Who chounted en chant em, enchantemgood So no we are at what is a befinning place. This guy, his culture had near simultaneus disruptions of progress and interruptions of information some os were lost in the middle synchrony instance if I cationic plus or minus simaltan Oh, I get it.
You, dear reader, have been out of it. We went public with the entire plan for public key distribution, through six palanced stacks of energy stores Chakra, chi, science make ya think eh. Polarize, see everything groovy --no [contemprayery idle intense ify AI keep us current] lie, good, no lie is always safe. Don't wanna stumble any souls. A story I lived is now being told without me, oy vey Jah knowaddamean. There was a wiseman, who, by his wis-dom saved a city, and no one knew that same wiseman's name, proverbs are intentional games, the rules, hiding a thing, done by God, glory ifies him seeking out a matter, done by a being translated king, transmutes that seeking into honor Honor is hard to compare to the war flavored twists, knots and tangles where woof and warp held long long long before war was imagined, honor was.
A medal of honor for valor, what does it mean? Leonard Wood got one. For his part in solving the Apache problem. He also, Flash I had my wires crossed, in a way, it may enlighten. Jesus lent me Jael's hammer, radioman nailed it. I forget, s still all alchemistry t'me, if allyagots ahammass, realize, if it matters, t'me, bubble bustin' need no nail. I gotti'd a hamma, gonna hamma in the moan O. We, the integrated us, non autonomous, inarrogant We were dancin' to that I'm a Loser, Baby so why don't cha killme, knowwad i'msayin This old man been wandern in the desert far far far side the madding crowd making minced meet broken spirit.
Or am I surrounded by so great acloud of witnesses that some times I spend simply hummin' along, life's beat me to the ground, which gladly, I'm so glad, I'm glad, I'm glad which loses its meaning if you never experienced such a fall ending in absorption of it all. Some where, there's a lock on a true thing we need to, eventually, know all things. Keywords lost givitawaygivitawaygit it back tenfo' Black spirit-filled tongue talkin' grandpa friend of Johnny Walker, Red not Black, He challenged me ye see. I recall what was on TV. Is life lived this way worth the effort?
BTW, kids, even if an angel of light asks you to take a little piece of my heart, don't yer killin me and I know where the next story started, you are lost without me, fretnot, I'm the way I heard that, that's no claim I mist'tok as my response. Deeper, are we absobbing any thing, deeper tincture of time, t'me see POV SameYesTodayForever SYTF protocols have been in place, as far as we know, since words made sense naturally, eons ago, at least.
If you want my future then forget my past musing medium messages sayin what the hell? A game, you sayin' life's a game? Ja, was oder vice nicks versus universal soldier godlet Jump when I jump, remember… don't cry I woulda danced with wolves to have changed one mind that followed me beyond that point, no return, is such a mortal POV, you see as far as you cansee Deep. Dare me for no reason? Is that reasonable, ration my tears to test my mettle I went mad in , have I made that plain? Things crumbled around me for ten years, I was helped by hoping I knew a truth about those manifested imaginary gems given kings and potentates said to possess great powers and the meaning og every mystery unknown to man eh, say again gems given kings and potentates said to possess great powers and the meaning OhGEE every mystery unknown to man lies lies lies they all were lies lies lies lies I told you so, and it is still sweet to say you know You heard it all before, greatest test story ever told.
That was no test. Jump when I jump, remember… don't cry Epic stories deserve more than mere words, but, you know, click, words are what we make things from. Tell me your stories, she woulda seemed to whisper, woulda drained me drownd me in just if I'd love linked to the money machine of your dreams had I not rode the grey dog outa Nashville, back in '82, I'da missed seein' flyover country that feels like mine, when I take this POV. Oh, the moonshine experiment worked, FYI. Ken Pepiton Nov A Chapter in the life. How we start is only part of what we eventually do.
Physically that's easy to see. Being human, adamkind, we see weak starts often in life. Colts or pups born a week too soon can be loved to lives as pampered pets, Siring toys for the enjoyment of those who can afford to fuel them, For generations, with never a single care, Past that initial trauma and subsequent subjugation to the will of man. I don't tell horse stories, dog stories or war stories, if I can keep from it. But when you want to demonstrate the purest of payback, revenge getting the bad guy in the end, having a horse be the hero makes behaving like an animal more noble to the mind of vengeful man.
It's not true, revenge being noble. That's a very old lie. Law is to prevent error by disallowing failure. Relative to the rest of God's creatures, we, adamkind, seem dependent, weak and vulnerable next to bears being weak a way-less long time Than we. We come into this world weak as a baby anything and we stay that way longer Than any living creature.
I am an American, by birth. I was not born to a political party or a family with political roots, "I ain't no Senator's son. Sitting on the fence rail Abe split, town fathers where I lived were said to have decided the most harmonious of towns have only gainfully employed darker folks, while white trash was allowed to loll around because they was some employer's kin by marriage.
It all seemed pretty normal, as a child. The loller-arounders let kids listen when they told Their friends, who could not read, what the newspapers said. One block from my house there was a vet's and hobo's flop-house clad in corrugated tin, rusted-round the nail-holes all the way to the ground and the rust had spread, so at sunset, I only recall the single story shed having one door. There were always old white men sittin' on the southside of the shed. At sunset, those old men's whispy white hair appeared as white flowing mare's tale clouds under a scab-red wall held up by old men with sunset shining faces It was a big shed, a low barn, a bunkhouse, eight or ten 4-foot tin-sheets long on the north and south Windowless walls.
The one door was on the south side. Once I saw an old man selling red paper buddy poppies. He was missing both legs about half-way up his thighs. Nailed to it's bottom. He had handles made from a carpenter's saw Without it's blade. He pushed himself with those handles. That looked fun, to a four-year old. It looks different now-a-days. Knowing Those red poppies symbolized The after math automatics of the war to end war. Who knows the poppy-sellers son? He would be old. Does he know how his father lost his legs, but lived?
Does he bear the curse of the curse that lost his father's legs? Does he honor his father's cause or weep at the thought? Enough is enough. My family tree branched in America, but only one great grand-parent, Three generations back from me, was rooted in this land. My gran'ma's ma, a Choctaw squaw, That rhymed fine, But it's not true. My grandma did not know her parents. She was born an orphan, And her father and mother were likely strangers. My grandma was born poor as poor can be, she never told me how she survived To survive a or so car wreck in eastern Arizona's white mountains.
I never asked what my grandmother knew, nor how she came to know. This is my point. After you and I have gone into forever more, Our great grand children may wonder what we did or did not, since we Are no longer around to give our account. These days we can leave our story to our great grand children. Our own children And our grand children follow us on facebook back to before they were born.
You know where Jesus said the Kingdom of our kind lies? The double minded man is unstable in all his ways, hence Eve and her broader bandwidth corpus colostrum Come back later, there is a breath system upgrade evolving. Such changes to the courage of the mind rolls out more slowly to the root ideas, labouring to find sustenance, it is a struggle being a radical idea, we agree, but we have our part, as do the flowers and the spore.
Leaven the whole lump, like it or lump it.
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Such powers are granted by the individual, not the mob. You get that? The desires of the nation over rule the desires of the individuals who Com-prize the nation. Whose side are you on, dear reader? Is the idea we believed believable? Ex Nihilo, I don't think so because I can't imagine how now could be Accidental-ly. When my hero wore spurs as he went from the jail office to Miss Kitty's place, Gunsmoke on A. I had no clue. All these are rhetorical questions, this being Rhetorical if you are hearing me say this. That means, don't nod or raise your hand or shout Amen, kin!
I see your answer my answer and I know my answer, so you know my answer. Why I recall those things, I know not. Why I did not say I do not know, I do not know. Though, pausing to think, knowing contains the doing of it within it, you know. What's to do? Outlaws were more my heroes than cowboys, and marshals, and such Especially the ones that had been forced out by law. I grew up in a 's junkyard with no fence, one mile north of route 66 On the Al-Can highway to Las Vegas, miles away. My Grandpa was a blacksmith's son, who rode a horse he broke and his pa had shod From Texas to Arizona in , at the age of Momma had to work, so, daytime, Granddaddy raised me.
Horses weren't, wrecked cars were, the toys of my childhood. Grandpa built a junkyard from cars left steam blown on the old stage road, from before the railroad. The Abo Highway hain't been Route 66 for some time yet… Hoping… Hoping sometime to polish this bit of this book, I left myself re-minders Hoping memory of mental realms might rewind or unwind sequentially When trigger Neighed. While Grandma made beds in some motel, granddaddy built boats and horse trailers and hot rod 34 Chevies, and he fixed this one red Indian, I could read the word on the gas tank, I knew the word indian and this motor cycle was proud to wear the name.
I was 4. A stout-strong man, no fat near any working muscle system, he could and would repair any broken thing, for anybody. Pop and Mr. There was a warnin'ag'in let'n sunset there on darker than grandma's skin. My Gran'daddy's shop had two gas pumps that were reset with the turn of a crank. As soon as I could turn that crank, I could pump gas.
I could fill up that red Indian Motorcycle. But "m'spokes was too short to kick the starter. My first outlaw hero. Likely, I am alive today, because On the day I discovered I could pump gas as good as any man, I also discovered that real motorcycles were not built for little boys. This is an earlier voice which I wrote a series of thought experiments. The book is finished, most parts, some reader feedback as to interest in more, will be high value gifts from you to me, and counted so. Great gain. Keep the secret. Answer the call, who will help the widow's son?
You, Templar, what message bear ye to my child? Some mind imagined those as yet unformed in forever past. You agree. You experienced living, so far. So good, we move on, figurative re re re al-it if-ity Haps apt to appear be fore your veri variety of being even hapt as a thing thought, imagined made for a function, as yet undone. Conserve the NULL set, that whole idea is dangerously close to fading… Have you seen those videos of soap bubbles filled with H and no O? You should see those, to recall the phenomenonal pre-dictatorial image, see the bubble, invisible but for reflection of ambient ambits in our epigenetic radiosphere, bubbles collapse, and for a flash, flame orange shaped as the bubble was.
No ex-plo sion it-a-tivity, mere dis cipation, loss of grip on the shape of things that were, now con forms to re per ceive, try again, get a good grip, swing and a miss, go again take a Mulligan, I think, some game has such a rule, We can use it here. We can scroll back up, like a rope lift on the bunny hill at Big Bear, back when… wheels in wheels, bubbles in bubbles, forms in forms this is the information age I was informed. Adamkind, those qubitical, ambitical little images of Who, who? Fresh air after a minuted moment twixt out and in again, Power, create ific power haps twixt out an in again, the cipitation, the d was missed, what if it were not?
Ezekial, judge my riddle, please. The fool missed the point of conception… No, no no no A fool's dance in a Phrygian cap with useless, symbolic wings… gee, Phrygian, means nothing to you? Google it, you live in the future. Later, A time upon which a Mercury dime would comfort a rich American Tyrant, son of the Flim-flam man, no lie, this is mythic, you can't make this stuff up its history. Hysterical, right John D. Standard-for-Petropower-manifestation, the dead's carbon footprints bubbling up to fire and fridgin' ice, whoa, who broke the world, I was distracted.
Did you know the planet is as self healing as those scabs on my grandkids knees? Capere, to grasp, to take, ceive means accept by taking, be liefing an idea ceived ex nihilo, is likened unto Drinking from a still pond in a distant land. Sults, results.
However, a sort of how in an open mind facing forever, a sort of omni-directional saliency seeing further, --Bomb, Jesus-bomb-- At least two reasons for thinking Jesus is objective, out side you or inside you. You aren't Jesus. Jesus is a friend of mine, in my mind, object-if-I-try to pray, listen pray hopes happen shapes form forever from ever point, every point, not of, in buy a why.. That's the y-factor. You will learn why wise men still seek those. As treasure, they are light, and the taste is beyond the grasp of tongue to tell that whole class of moded-ever words weave wards whenever, forever, however, whatever used proper, everafter, that will save Dresden, some time, we think.
However, now, Rhea by name has entered the game. Who is this named femofame? What game is she good in? Ah, mother of all the gods, I recall, I mean I meant to say I remember, then I for got the power words hold here exactly heare in eleven metrixed mentions, this point, in time, not of time. In the world, not of the world, you've heard the pharse?
The allusion is not lost on you, you know the phrase, In the world, not of the world, holier men than I have claimed to be, while I follow a few fine words, linguistic kief, sprinkled fairy dust, like the stuff captured in the gleaming film on your microscopic-outer eye see a salient point in time. A pin point 'pon which one, no more, one story begins for ever, a gain in good net value, if we have tasted that word, chewed the gristle, indigestible ligaments and sin-yews and such, which once anchored meat to bone, value is first good.
Good e nough, nough Gut genug, okeh, maybe not my best, my best is yet to come, they say. As an adverb, "sufficiently for the purpose," in Old English; meaning "moderately, fairly, tolerably" good enough was in Middle English. As a noun in Old English, "a quantity or number sufficient for the purpose. Godliness with contentment is great gain, a precept I was chewing on following a ritual holy day of gratitude to goodness for goodness sake in my cultural gut genug state of mind. Howard Blooming Me-mes. Angels, aberrations of opposition super standing overseeing you, The screamin' heebie jeebies.
Yo, where you wanta go, you axin me we just go with it, the flow 'know? What I mean is, are we memes or mes or messes of yeses gone all johnny rcome late-rotten scarred scared, some thing not so far from sacred when you put your mind to the whole idea of life being at all. Thinking this is not easy. We are Able. Our belly's living waters cry out, you are your brother's keeper, yes, you are. Be leavin' that be, I am is, and you is, too. When you apprehend the meme named war. That meme has led the me-me mob for as far as men remember, but now, machines remember for us, all the facts, just the facts, ma'am.
Why'd the d go into a comma, Pop? Welt Duetch, bitte Enshaung, glaube ich, vie leicht, aber are we ever going to filter out these German bleed-overs? Siam is a mere myth now, eh? As the Narnia thing not called a heathen lie was allowed allowable in mere Christianity. I've only seen the English POV's on PBS, they may be filtered through feedback, meme belching bursting bubbles from new wine 'nold vessels about to plode into eternity, singing along.
Thank you, very much. May I introduce, duce, intro duce, y'gittin this? Duce means 2 if you see e squeen between, you see that? No reason for fun? Who here, now, believes that or, no, bees leavin' those lies be told? Watch man, waht of the night? See, what I mean? For any body, n'me, too. Thinking, as a past-time, is pointless. You know, if you act like it. Reading Howard Bloom's Audiobook for about the fourth time this week, while continuing the Radioman Chronicles pre-see-quel dilemea.
I think epic poetry is seducing me. Voices or only words? Voices or words? Which do we hear in our head? Words, I vote. Both act as if the noise or sound or words mean something. Vociferous authority. A wise man from her family is to be appointed by her, and a wise man from his family is to be appointed by him.
If there is reconciliation, then these two wise man become the guarantor of the reconciliation. Failing so, if there has to be divorce, then these two wise men agree on the terms of divorce and become the witnesses to the divorce. If a man utters, triple divorce to his wife, Talaq, Talaq and Talaq, even in anger or in state of intoxication, it is divorce. It is to punish the mighty man.
But if a woman wants divorce, she has to first prove that the husband is a drunkard and wife beater. Even, after that she has to wait for 7 years. Go figure! The highest Sunni institution:. After the 4 months, the woman can re-marry, or the separated party can uphold their marriage.
Not 7 years. Love your patience and comments and your willingness to engage, thank you Bored Muslim for your comments, love them and always read them. Then she has to wait 7 years for the invocation of Talaq. After the invocation of Talaq then period of Ida takes places, which is 3 monthly periods for a divorcee and 4 monthly periods for a widow to ensure there is no pregnancy.
In case of pregnancy the woman has to wait till the birth of the child. It is basically, punishment for her, as man can marry another 3 wives. It is a kind of facility provided to the wife in securing Talaq from her husband by returning a part or full amount of the bridal gift. The big problem Egypt, India, Pakistan, Bangladesh …. After 2 or 3 months, they go back to their countries promising that they will arrange for their wives to join them. In their country, they sent an international SMS which cost 0. I agree that this problem is more pronounced for Sunnis. But there are no dearth of Shia men that harass their wives.
I guess that is why the Prophet warned against this. There is a hadees of Imam Ali also:. If the eyes of a female cries because of a man that oppresses her, Angels will curse him every step that he takes. Dear Muhammad I hope I am not crossing a line by calling you a Dear. Thank you for your very patient and exacting explanation. It is going to take several readings for me to comprehend it fully.
I take it that those who proclaim that a Muslim is a non-Muslim is the oppressor and is committing Takfir. Is that pretty much the case? In that case, reconciliation seems simple enough for me: the past cannot be undone, as the parties which were guilty, are dead and buried. It would see that if the many sects stop declaring each other non-Muslims there is still hope for getting along. It seems simple enough, at least in theory. Surely something not worth killing each other over. There does not seem to be any substantial theological difference, except the misdeeds of the past.
Tafkiri has nothing to do with oppression. It is the Sunnah of Prophet which creates problem. The recording of Shia Sunnah differs from the recording of Sunni Sunnah.
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The Sunni Sunnah was recorded years later after the demise of the Prophet. It was primarily by a man called, Bukhari from Bucharest and his student called, Muslim from Persia. The word Sunni is derived from Sunnah. Thus, the Sunni are Tafkiris who call each and every Shia Kafir. I just gave you a small example in case of Talaq Divorce. There are umpteen examples of changing of Religion from the cooked Sunnah. To an unconcerned, non sectarian Sunni, Shias are Muslims like them.
To a religious mainstream Sunni, we Shia are Muslims who are at maximum a little misguided. To a religious Sunni that is much more takfiri leaning, and this may be much more true of Sunni scholars, we are misguided and second class Muslims. To a takfiri, we are kafirs as are Sufi Sunnis. It is not right to say that all Sunnis call all Shia kafir. It is like saying all Shias do the same.
There are good and bad everywhere, in fact the closer you come to the truth the more the devil will misguide. There are far better Sunnis then there are Shias. The onus on being better Muslims is on both. The Shias when they do bad are worse because they had their imams as examples. I am not talking about individuals, I was talking about the group theology in total and you have always been apologist. Thank you brother Mohamed, it was not clear earlier. You will offend good people by being general.
The Quran is the literal word of God whilst sunnah is the whole indirect, collection of words and deeds of the prophet. The hierarchical order of legitimate sources of Islam ranks Quran first, Sunnah second, this is known to even the basic student of Islam ie me or any muslim kid at age 4, 5 etc. I am sure if you are a Muslim or not? And, if you are Quran Only Muslim. If Quran and Sunnah are in conflict, then Quran takes precedent.
To Sunni their Six Books are based on Science of Hadiths Sayings , even though they were collected years after the demise of the Prophet. Show me in the Holy Quran where it says to pray 5 times a day? You will only find 3 times a days. Or the punishment for Zina Fornication in the Holy Quran and then compare it to the punishment in the Sunnah. See which one is enforced?
If it was possible, God would have denied us the prophets and sent down instructions only. For Islam this is the umma, the community of believers founded by Muhammad peace be upon him. That practical, applied aspect of Quran as shown through the example of the prophet, is the sunna. These so-called Quran only muslims are, I believe, heretic innovations born in total isolation from the islamic community, quite late actually, somewhere in the 20th century.
Put differently, if I lost my keys somewhere in my house a year ago, I might not be to tell with certainty which room it is in, but I can exclude rooms that I never went into, are not part of my house, or maybe were only added to my house recently. Even the 4 major Sunni sects pray differently from each other. It is swept under the carpet that differences are minor, which is not true at all. This is just one example. BTW which way the Prophet originally prayed? There could be only two reasons: 1. Over time the people slowly, slowly moved away from the original way, thus creating the differences?
Or, things were intentionally changed as soon as the demise of Prophet, thus to intentionally create sectarianism and division, thus Divide and Rule? After the demise of the Prophet, when Imam Ali as became the Fourth Caliph, when he lead the Prayers the very first time, people made comments, that after a long time, we are back to how the Prophet used to Pray. Quran tells us to pray 3 times, thus combing the 5 daily prayers into 3 times.
Read your Books, and you Scholars are now acknowledging this. It has become more necessary in this day and age of Time Management. I can go on and on. I gave you some examples where Sunnah has taken precedent over Quran, but you ignored them. Now is the time of knowledge and everything is available on the Internet.
I would suggest at least read your own Books over the internet. It is Sunnah of Second Caliph Omar. Muslim kids are feed Koolaid at the age 4, 5, etc and they never grow up to realize what is happening around them. To me it seems like a trivial problem, which is tailor made for quick solution. If accusations of apostasy are the only bone of contention—that too by a few diehards. Furthermore, if it these accusations were made by historical people. Then it appears to be a more a matter of pride than any real obstruction which is preventing people from seeking a reconciliation.
I think that both sides believe in the Koran Quran —which must be the same for the both parties. I looked up and asked around: it appears that the Sunnah and Hadith appear to be different. The books you mention are those of Hadith. Do Shia have their own version of Sunnah? Were they recorded earlier? If so, is there a way to authenticate or discard the things which are not described in both? Surely, it may require some work, but I am sure it can be done in short order.
Also, is it the Shia position that Sunnis are apostates? If they are not, working with them should not be a problem. After all, the bad blood is in the past, while there is a broad agreement on Koran: yet your people are killing each other. Fighting makes hearts harder, why not attempt reconciliation? I wish and hope that you guys will work this out instead of fighting it out. In the end both parties are victims of the west, as they seek support from outsiders rather than sit down together. I think if the majorities of both common people want to bury the hatchet, they should just sideline hatemongers.
PS: My interest in this topic started when my brother Johnny was killed in action in the early 90s. There are not only major differences between Sunni and Shia, there are even more major differences between different sects of Sunni, so if they are killing Shia, they are killing themselves. One can look all over the world and see that it is happening. The Shia believe in Freewill and the Sunni in Predestination. You gave an excellent examples of Ahmadinejad and King of Saudi Arabia.
I hope you will appreciate it that Ahmadinejad was chosen by the will of masses and he is responsible to these masses. It is the Will of Allah. I guess that is Will of Allah too. Bukhari is from Bukhara present day Uzbekistan not Bucharest, Romania. What a totally uninformed statement! If he got this wrong imagine the other stuff he is cooking. But who cares. In the city of the blind the one eyed is king. It was obvious he made a typo error. In the future please refrain from making snide comments over things like that. Try to argue with him and see if he does not best you.
Also, he is being sarcastic by saying Bucharest. Or I would have corrected him. The roots of the 12er Shia faith are in its history. As I am sure is true of all faiths.
Many of our practices, some that are commendable and some that are not are based on this history. After every salat, the Shias send salutations to their imams, first to imam Hussain the martyr, then they turn to Masshad the martyred 8th imam Reza , and then to the kabah for the living Mahdi ATFS. The reason Hussain is chosen is obvious, what prayer is complete without him, we are praying because of him, he has given us this wealth of Deen. The reason we turn to the Mahdi is because this is his age.
But the reason we remember the 8th is because of an incident in his life. When he was on a journey he was asked by Muslims for some lesson. There were so many scholars present that the writing of pens was like the sound of the hoves of horses. The Shias send their salutations to say that we remember that day.
There are no schisms in Shiism that survived after the 8th imam. Schisms that predate him have survived. He is the completion of the Shia faith so to speak. Then there are the not so pleasant facts. Like the disassociating with those that were against the Ahlulbait. The Shia faith is not complete without it. But some Shias go to extremes and forget their place and curse those that others hold dear.
This also at times leads to friction. Nasrallah and Hizbullah are practically the only Muslim group left not kowtowing to the decadent Satanic Babylonian mages. If Goliath is unrighteous, then David is righteous, big small action reaction violence anti-violence offensive defensive attrocious anti-attrocious inhuman human We must not forget that Liberal Law read all Western consitutions makes a dicotomy between action and reaction: between Goliath and David. If the state would charge you with assaulting a Goliath, i. Remember that the symbol of law is the scale, but since the action is not wheighed in it means you cannot take any measurement out of what is put in the other side of the scale.
So much for Liberal Law. This has of course led to us the respective inhabitants of Western nations being programmed to equate an unrighteous action with the righteousness of reacting to a violation. But after that, as long as Sunnis lend themseves to field Takfiri or rather Kefiri armies they have embodied the role of Goliath. Since the Goliaths are still commiting atrocities against the Shia Davids, then David has not hit Goliath hard enough for him to sieze.
Is it fair to say that Christians in the Shia world are tolerated much more than in the Sunni world? There also seems to be many more Shia converts to Christianity in Germany than corresponding Sunni converts. Can a religion that does not allow a person the freedom to leave it at will still be considered a religion? Just saying. In Sunni Islam, if you leave your religion, you become apostate, and therefore war should be declared on you. Mohamed Salam Is this not so in Shia Islam as well?
Was the fathwa of Khomeini on rushdie not given on the same principle. I remember reading somewhere that rushdie even claimed later that he was still a Muslim and the fatwah did not apply. Please clarify this for me. The Sunni Scholars were as wise by not issuing any Fatwa and as wise as Ayatollah Khomeini by issuing the Fatwa, which is now rescinded by Ayatollah Khamenei.
In the Sunni Books it is said that the Satan played on the mind of Prophet Mohammad saws and the two verse regarding three goddess. This is disputed by the Sunni too. And, more importantly as a Muslim his books portrays the Prophet as brothel owner, his wives as the workers for brothel and Archangel Gabriel as the pimp for the brothel. As a Shia you will appreciate it that when Prophet was married to Bibi Khadija, she was his only wife for 27 years. After her death, he married 12 wives at a time not 4 in his last 10 years of his life.
Thus, his story was based on these 12 wives and included Bibi Aisha too. I think you understand, as Bibi Aisha is not favorite of Shia. Sir Ahmad Salman Rushdie was very shrewd and he wanted to have rivers of blood flowing between Sunni and Shia. I was under the impression that the principle of the fatwa was apostery, not blasphemy. I am pretty sure that you know in the Holy Quran, there is no penalty for not accepting Islam nor leaving Islam:.
There shall be no compulsion in the religion. The right course has become clear from the wrong. So whoever disbelieves in Taghut and believes in Allah has grasped the most trustworthy handhold with no break in it. And Allah is Hearing and Knowing. The keen reader will notice that I removed [acceptance of] as these are extra words and are not in Original Arabic Quran. They wish you would disbelieve as they disbelieved so you would be alike. So do not take from among them allies until they emigrate for the cause of Allah.
But if they turn away, then seize them and kill them wherever you find them and take not from among them any ally or helper.
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The Quranic verse you quoted has nothing to do with leaving Islam. Bukhari was written years later after the demise of Prophet Mohammad saws. What is the quoted verse referring to? Can you clarify that. Context will make it clearer for me and others. And, in the Google Search, they will find mostly the Tafsir Commentary of ibn Kathir the darling of Wahhabi due to petrodollars. One has to take the four verses in context from verses to However having said the above, the First Caliph abu Bakr act, calling the Muslims as apostate en-masses who refused to pay him the Zakat Charity Tax as he was not the rightful heir of the Prophet Mohammad saws had to be justified.
So for this reason and many other deviant reasons, the Sunnah of the Prophet was burnt, cooked, recooked and recreated years later after the demise of the Prophet under Sahih Sitta Six Authenticated Books of Hadiths. The most Authenticated Book is considered Sahih Bukhari. So, what does this Cooked Sunnah say, such as in Bukhari. Prophet Mohammad saws did it, so abu Bakr was justified to do the same. And, it is the Sunni belief. He and all Sunni are caught up in their lies, as the Prophet never punished anyone for Treason, let alone for not paying Zakat Tax.
For example, Aisha saying she was six years old when she married the Prophet. You will never have the Prophet Saying this. So, is this the Saying of the Prophet? Cooked a Hadith if the Caliph or rich people want to marry toddlers. Prophet did it, so can we. Who says, Aisha? When did she say? He knows that it is not the Truth, but who can challenge him.
Once a person is pronounced apostate or group of people en-masses are pronounced apostate, then war and killing them is allowed. The above is the definition of Tafkiri, who sits on the Judgement Throne and labels others apostate and then kills them. My thinking on the subject ,is that only the Shia are allies or can be allies of Russia.
The Sunni have become the tools of the West. So that leaves the Shia in need of allies. Which is the same case with Russia. Yes Bahrain and Azerbaijan are Shia as well. Bahrain because tiny and weak and its occupied by the Saudis and US. And Azerbaijan because as an ex-Soviet and secular Republic. Bordered by Russia and Iran. They are trying to be more neutral in the East-West struggle hoping the Western and Saudi backed terrorism will pass them by. Iran and Syria are very pro-Russian.
Lebanon,with Hezbollah,is pro-Russian. And Iraq,even occupied partly by the US,is friendly to Russia. Why are the Shia so friendly to Russia. Its obvious. When your enemies are all friendly to the US. If things were reversed. And it were the Sunni under attack by the West. All the Sunni states in the region,are either firmly under the US thumb. Not a one of them can Russia count on for support. At the best they can get neutrality,at least in certain circumstances.
While Shia Iran needs Russian military aid. And Shia ruled Syria needs actual Russian military help. And is the site of Russian military facilities. But the bottom line is the Shia states need Russia. And Russia needs the Shia states. Without Russian aid the Shia states would fall to the US.
But they would pay a horrible price. And could fall as well. And without the Shia states support,Russia would have no influence in the region. They also warred with the Persian Empire Iran for the Caucasus region. Where after having several Sunni state friends during the Soviet days. And the US had a more evenhanded policy between the two groups. And with all the Sunni states becoming stooges for the US. The US policy changed. And the US because much less friendly to the Shia unless they needed them as in Iraq ,and much more pro-Sunni.
The Shia of course are aware of all that. And turned to Russia for support. At best any of the Sunni states will be neutral at present. So whatever the merits or not of Shia Islam. Russia has them as allies,and only them. You are usually good Uncel Bob 1, but this was unusually sloppy. I known the majority of Syrians are Sunni. So I put them in that list. But still the main influencing group is Hezbollah. Which even though a Shia group has much support from some of the others as well especially the Christians.
Your friend Anwar Khan sacrificed a lot by letting you publish his thoughts. Religion exists on the edge of politics. He crossed the boundary because of animosity against his perceived political foe. The battle is not religious, but political. Thanks Saker for responding to a man completely under the influence of the Fitna tool and I mean by that the wahabi consorts working for the Anglozionist empire. Now once and for all Tufayli was ejected from Hezbollah more than 20 years ago and he is now on the Saudi payroll.
So to continue to use it is just giving more munitions to the enemy. I totally agree with you in the description of the Iranian strategy and any nation with self respect would have acted in the same way after finding itself taken in a pince movement by an enemy that is a super power. Finally and this blog is yours but may I suggest that you slam the door on ignoramusses who follow willingly or unwillingly the zionist agenda of the Empire?
Iraq has descended into inferno for a very long time now and decency would require from so called ad hoc analysts even if carrying the name of Ahmed to remain silent. They put the tablet on the ground wherever they pray and press their foreheads to it. Including your living room. Karbala is mobile. The Sunnis in Iraq were the ones who, for a few years, resisted the U. Iran was dirty in the Bosnian war, and it worked with the U.
Now Iran is more on the defensive because it senses it will be next for more attacks like the Iraqis, Serbs, Libyans, and Syrians have endured. The causes of good and evil are various and uncertain. Often they are entangled with each other, diversified by various relations and subject to accidents that cannot be foreseen. A judgment on religion s begins with the basic tenets of each and keeps account of sundry examples, which may practically reflect the tenets or not.
As for the nominal reason for the Iraq-Iran war had to do with land adjacent to a contested river at the border between the two countries. Still, a country where anyone sick could go into a hospital, be treated humanely and cured at no cost, is in my view a civilized country. As for the Holocaust, it was born in in New York. Author and historian David Irving, and others, have exposed the lie of the gas chambers in Auschwitz.
Stalin had nothing to do with Auschwitz or its aftermath — considering the challenges of reconstruction after WW2 and the real threat of a nuclear holocaust in the interim period before the USSR had the bomb. Anyway, Irving does not deny nor condones the killings — notably the trains carrying Jews to the Easternmost camps where they were shot. He is a very respected historian who knows German perfectly, and who has meticulously examined massive documentation, including the microfilmed Nazi records kept at Moscow and London.
England had cracked the Enigma German code. He now sells them from his home. Irving travels to the US occasionally to give lectures and crisscrosses the country in a rented car. Of course he is banned by universities, even when students dare to invite him. Some of his talks are on you-tube and are very instructive and entertaining. On a trip to the US he had chosen a cost effective route that had a transfer flight in Toronto. Knowing that Irving was on board, the Canadian authorities moved the airport frontier to the door of the plane, where disembarking passengers were asked for their passport.
Since Irving is banned from Canada, he was not allowed to catch the flight bound for the US and had to return to England at his expense. I find one thing that most Westerners lack to see when it comes to Iranian Shias, is that Iranians are more connected to their past than their religious identity. Being Persian has a bigger meaning than being a Shia Muslim. When this fact is implemented many evaluations of what the Iranians are doing tactically and strategically will become clearer.
Thanks Saker for your great response to Anwar Khan. Wahabism is a branch of Sunni Islam and its spiritual home is Saudi Arabia. Saudi Arabia is using its considerable wealth to spread this barbaric form of Islam all over the world. Any right thinking and conscientious muslim must condemn Wahabism. The feudal despots of the House of Saud only care about the survival of their dynasty and not the wellbeing of their country.
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They invest in the west and fund leading universities in the west like Harvard and Yale while condemning young talented Saudis to rote learning. Wahab theology is exalted as the highest form of knowledge. Honestly speaking, Saudi Arabia is run on medieval principles. Saudi Arabia is a cancer and all decent human beings should fight to ensure the fall of the House of Saud.
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We evaluate the things we see in the contexts we are familiar with. The result — for a while at least — was the USA as a practical example of the contention that a Christian state could nevertheless be a pluralistic one, with nobody telling anyone else what they must believe. Ironically, in my view at least, this state of affairs had long been the case in the Middle East where there were official state beliefs Christianity in Constantinople, Islam in Cairo, and so on — and largely remained that way until the termites unleashed in the run up to WW I began setting one group against another group to exploit the carnage that followed in consequence.
Would mass atrocities like the Armenian genocide have been imaginable in the 19th Century as contemporary possibilities? For that matter, had the Vatical threatened excommunication for military service in it, since this would necessarily entail killing fellow believers, could it even have happened? However ironic, it seems that what the West gained almost without intending to it is one thing to preach religious tolerance but another thing to seriously intend to practice it — as an almost unspoken agreement among most of the immigrants — the Middle East seems to have sometimes lost sight of it — again without intending to.
Without intending anything but deep respect for the erudite and deeply principled contributors here, their careful dissection of points of doctrinal difference remind me of the arguments between various Protestant sects back when people still took these seriously. Again, intending only genuine respect and admiration for their obviously formidable learning and intelligence, I wonder if the Islamic realm in the west might be staging a sort of Islamic Protestant Reformation?
With apologies for not having expressed an idea difficult to formulate in words very well — that perhaps there is Historical Development — meaningful progress toward a better state of affairs political evolution. Or whether entropy is the natural human political condition in the long run, with empires rising, fighting each other and succumbing to degeneration. Soldiers to carnage, horrors unimaginable, sold to the mass oppressed with religion. A 20th Century realisation still percolating up into mass awareness : Human life requires meaning and a sense of purpose.
Without this, existentialist despair, consumerism, hedonistic excess, status seeking and all kinds of other failed attempts at compensation appear like mirages and prove equally substantive substitutes. If the idea of God bothers you, you could just as well say that iron filings on a piece of paper need a magnet to align them into a pattern greater than and, absent the magnet, otherwise undiscoverable to the individuals that comprise it.
One chicken finds a grasshopper and clucks, they all come running. A sense of purpose could easily just be a fair and just society with a future for the next ones, an unruined earth, without any hocus pocus or gawd big guy-in-the-sky. Chuang Tse : Of old, the Yellow Emperor first interfered with the natural goodness of the heart of man, by means of charity and duty.
When it came to the times of the Three Kings, the empire was in a state of foment. By and by, the Confucianists and the Motseanists arose; and then came confusion between joy and anger, fraud between the simple and the cunning, recrimination between the virtuous and the evil-minded, slander between the honest and the liars, and the world order collapsed. The empire seethed with discontent, the blame for which rests on those who would interfere with the natural goodness of the heart of man.
In consequence, virtuous men sought refuge in mountain caves, while rulers of great states sat trembling in their ancestral halls. Alas, they know not shame, nor what it is to blush! Shia seems to be the more respectful of human freedom. Did the Western powers plan to bracket the middle east with murderous states Israel on one side, Saudi Arabia on the other or did it just work out that way?
Brilliant, sparkling aditions, great work, hope we get more from u and anwar khan, thank u saker for this brilliant piece. On the other hand they are often quick to make excuses for those who justify allying with ISIS and Al Qaeda to redress injustices at the hand of the present Shia-led government in Iraq…despite the most heinous crimes committed by these Takfiris. The rate of khawarij bombings has gone way down.
Also Sunni Mosques are also targetted. Both need to stop. It remains pertinent today and I believe an unrivalled analysis of the Revolution and valid until today. We will find out when Al-Mahdi and the Messiah come. Be united Shia and Sunni. Be united Muslim and Christian. In spite of years, the wealth and money and power applied, most Muslims in S. Asia know the name of Bulleh Shah over Wahab. Muslims, and considering the great number of them that makes perfectly rational and reasonable sense!
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