Dear God: an overdue Email from ~burning woman~

Dear God,

I am not expecting you to reply to this email, in fact based on your modus operandi through these recent Earthian ages, I know you won’t.  So let me get right to the point.  There are still billions of people on this benighted world who not only believe in you, but who actually spend time praying to you hoping for some pathetic handout, crumbs from a rich God’s table.  I just heard from one of those hopefuls and it made me both deeply sad and extremely angry, that a God would thus feed himself upon the gullibility of a mentally defective species.  But then that is exactly why you made them that way, so they would worship you regardless of how you dealt with them.  The more you lie to them, the more you abuse them and confuse them, the more they will stick to you believing that you’re the lesser of evils in the eternal set-up of you versus your alter ego known in this Christian part of the world as Satan. 

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Hope springs eternal in the human breast / Man never is, but always to be blessed: / The soul, uneasy and confined from home,  / Rests and expatiates in a life to come.   –Alexander Pope

So there you have it.  The whole house of cards you set up based on your dead-ends of faith, hope and love.  Man never is, but always to be.  Yet man is an inveterate gambler, and he’ll hope, he’ll beg, he’ll spend time and money, he’ll donate his life even, to your service and you will give him your eternal cold shoulder.  Do you and yours in your heaven get a lot of laughs from man’s pathetic behaviour?  No doubt you’re surrounded by Pharaohs, Kings and Queens, Emperors, Satraps and Despots, Dictators and Presidents, Generals, Conquerors, Great Counter-Revolutionaries, Bullionaires and Billionaires, Popes, Inquisitors and Crusaders, Jihadists and Reformers, in short all those elites who empowered and enriched themselves with the blood of the poor and the oppressed.  How you must find us amusing!

Of course you know me.  You know I don’t believe in you.  I have no use at all for any of your claims, either of supremacy or salvation.  But let’s not give anyone reading this the wrong idea: I know you exist.  I’m not so stupid as to spend my time writing this to non-existence.  But I want people to know what I know about you – not what I think about you, but what I know.  I know you are a powerless fake, a liar, a cheat and a coward, my dear God.  For millennia, you’ve been hiding behind monstrous lies erected by monstrous liars to promote yourself and inflate your ego.  During those times the earth has flowed with the blood of those who believed in you versus those who believed in you – that is not a misprint. 

As a psychopath you must find that extremely satisfactory.  Or you would find it deeply fulfilling if you didn’t know very well the only reason these puppets kill and die for you is because you force them to.  They are programmed by you to act thus.  That must irk, no?  Knowing that if these people had their freedom of reason they wouldn’t kill and die for you?  That they wouldn’t love you?  That they wouldn’t build mansions and cities to your name?  Well, that’s the price all abusers pay.  Their winnings are hollow, without substance.  They get worship and lip service from fear,  brainwashing or both and because it leaves them empty, they need more… and more.  Are you feeling hungry yet? 

When you kick started these Earthian civilizations you imposed a programming in their minds that ensured they’d never be free to choose whether to love you or not.  So until now all those civilizations were based on some kind of divine worship.  What could they do?  No choice in the matter, was there.  And it didn’t matter to you how they worshiped you, whether as natural spirits, wood, stone, silver and gold idols, or as some singular chimera.  In fact that’s what made the game so enjoyable.  The more different ways the numbnuts imagined you, the more they hated each other and the more blood was shed. 

And the game isn’t over, is it.  In these latter days you let them play with other idols, like democracy, communism, science, socialism, humanism, New Agey gobbledygook and even let them go hog-wild with your great pretend arch-enemy: money.  But you know I can see how you’re pulling it all back to yourself.  There’s billions of human and non-human lives that are about to be sacrificed, or going to sacrifice themselves, to the System in the coming years.  And that System, that Matrix, ultimately is the mask you hide behind.  It is you.  Billions of sacrificial victims whose blood you need in order to revitalize yourself after these last hundred or so years of dieting – oh you had the wars but they weren’t completely in your control – are about to turn this world into one vast bloody altar to you.  I know you’re not going to miss out on such a banquet.  It just wouldn’t be like you and if there is one entity in the universe that will never change its nature, it’s you.

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So, dear God, enjoy your coming bloodbath… and may you drown in it.  May the very last woman, or man, or child finally stand up, and give you that symbolic holy of holies… their carefully and deliberately extended middle finger.  You deserve it.  Meanwhile, go to Washington; to Mecca, to Jerusalem, to London, to Islamabad, to New Delhi, to Beijing, to Tokyo or Moscow or Paris and needle your henchmen to increase the blood flow in the Middle East, between each other or everywhere: does it matter as long as it flows?  Especially as long as women and children, weak, helpless, poor, old, homeless are bleeding and dying?  You’ve already given them the weaponry, the poisons, the insane greed, the madness of power, so motivate them or are you waiting for goddess Killary/Isis to take over the reins of the Empire for the nukes to start flying?  Are you that weak?  Truly, I expected more. You disappoint me.

Sincerely,
~burning woman~ 

 

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20 thoughts on “Dear God: an overdue Email from ~burning woman~

  1. thesarahdoughty

    That was very well put. One thing I asked often was, if there was a god, a god worthy of all the hype for his good deeds, morals, etc. then why would he allow my father to abuse me in just about every way imaginable for over a decade…. The answers are always mysterious this or Satan that. Never that this god just happens to be subjecting us to all these things just to see how we react and behave. That’s why I chose not to believe. That’s why I turn to the universe itself instead. At least it existed along with me as I endured it all. And it did so without judgement, remaining one of the few constants in my life. No god could ever measure up to that.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for commenting, Sarah. You are so right. At least the universe is neutral. There is no judgment, just consequences. In my “world” there is no need to choose whether to believe or not. If “God” is believed “IN” and worshiped by billions, then it stands to reason that such an entity exists, and it exists exactly as these billions and their leaders describe its existence. In my world, God exists and I only need to decide, not whether I believe in “HIS” (for make no mistake, he’s head of the ruling Patriarchy) existence, but whether I believe IN his power to rule over me. I answer that with a unequivocal “NO!” The God of religious people, whatever they may claim, has no power over me. But I can see his works in the acts of his people, thus I can judge his character. Further, if I present to the world a life generally morally and compassionately superior than even his most ardent followers, then my character surpasses God’s own. There is no pride in that, just simple observation. I know, for example, that I would never kill an innocent to claim her home, or her land. I know I would never contemplate training to do such a thing, yet I know many a Christian, Muslim, Buddhist, Hindu, Jew and what have you who does so with little or no qualms of conscience and more often than not with screaming hate. I judge both, they and their God, as evil minded. That’s a case closed in my world. God’s love exposed reveals itself as the most ardent hatred for humanity and earth. Faith and hope are the placebos and blinders people use to avoid that blatant truth.

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  2. We come from dreams ~

    As we read this we were struck by the similar-if-different parallels in Mark Twain’s 1904 “War Prayer,” straight out of the WCFD* forge:

    It was a time of great and exalting excitement. The country was up in arms, the war was on, in every breast burned the holy fire of patriotism; the drums were beating, the bands playing, the toy pistols popping, the bunched firecrackers hissing and sputtering; on every hand and far down the receding and fading spreads of roofs and balconies a fluttering wilderness of flags flashed in the sun; daily the young volunteers marched down the wide avenue gay and fine in their new uniforms, the proud fathers and mothers and sisters and sweethearts cheering them with voices choked with happy emotion as they swung by; nightly the packed mass meetings listened, panting, to patriot oratory which stirred the deepest deeps of their hearts and which they interrupted at briefest intervals with cyclones of applause, the tears running down their cheeks the while; in the churches the pastors preached devotion to flag and country and invoked the God of Battles, beseeching His aid in our good cause in outpouring of fervid eloquence which moved every listener.

    It was indeed a glad and gracious time, and the half dozen rash spirits that ventured to disapprove of the war and cast a doubt upon its righteousness straightway got such a stern and angry warning that for their personal safety’s sake they quickly shrank out of sight and offended no more in that way.

    Sunday morning came – next day the battalions would leave for the front; the church was filled; the volunteers were there, their faces alight with material dreams-visions of a stern advance, the gathering momentum, the rushing charge, the flashing sabers, the flight of the foe, the tumult, the enveloping smoke, the fierce pursuit, the surrender! – then home from the war, bronzed heroes, welcomed, adored, submerged in golden seas of glory! With the volunteers sat their dear ones, proud, happy, and envied by the neighbors and friends who had no sons and brothers to send forth to the field of honor, there to win for the flag or, failing, die the noblest of noble deaths. The service proceeded; a war chapter from the Old Testament was read; the first prayer was said; it was followed by an organ burst that shook the building, and with one impulse the house rose, with glowing eyes and beating hearts, and poured out that tremendous invocation – “God the all-terrible! Thou who ordainest, Thunder thy clarion and lightning thy sword!”

    Then came the “long” prayer. None could remember the like of it for passionate pleading and moving and beautiful language. The burden of its supplication was that an ever – merciful and benignant Father of us all would watch over our noble young soldiers and aid, comfort, and encourage them in their patriotic work; bless them, shield them in His mighty hand, make them strong and confident, invincible in the bloody onset; help them to crush the foe, grant to them and to their flag and country imperishable honor and glory.

    An aged stranger entered and moved with slow and noiseless step up the main aisle, his eyes fixed upon the minister, his long body clothed in a robe that reached to his feet, his head bare, his white hair descending in a frothy cataract to his shoulders, his seamy face unnaturally pale, pale even to ghastliness. With all eyes following him and wondering, he made his silent way; without pausing, he ascended to the preacher’s side and stood there, waiting.

    With shut lids the preacher, unconscious of his presence, continued his moving prayer, and at last finished it with the words, uttered in fervent appeal,”Bless our arms, grant us the victory, O Lord our God, Father and Protector of our land and flag!”

    The stranger touched his arm, motioned him to step aside – which the startled minister did – and took his place. During some moments he surveyed the spellbound audience with solemn eyes in which burned an uncanny light; then in a deep voice he said

    “I come from the Throne – bearing a message from Almighty God!” The words smote the house with a shock; if the stranger perceived it he gave no attention. “He has heard the prayer of His servant your shepherd and grant it if such shall be your desire after I, His messenger, shall have explained to you its import – that is to say, its full import. For it is like unto many of the prayers of men, in that it asks for more than he who utters it is aware of – except he pause and think.

    “God’s servant and yours has prayed his prayer. Has he paused and taken thought? Is it one prayer? No, it is two – one uttered, the other not. Both have reached the ear of His Who heareth all supplications, the spoken and the unspoken. Ponder this – keep it in mind. If you beseech a blessing upon yourself, beware! lest without intent you invoke a curse upon a neighbor at the same time. If you pray for the blessing of rain upon your crop which needs it, by that act you are possibly praying for a curse upon some neighbor’s crop which may not need rain and can be injured by it.

    “You have heard your servant’s prayer – the uttered part of it. I am commissioned by God to put into words the other part of it – that part which the pastor, and also you in your hearts, fervently prayed silently. And ignorantly and unthinkingly? God grant that it was so! You heard these words: ‘Grant us the victory, O Lord our God!’ That is sufficient. The whole of the uttered prayer is compact into those pregnant words. Elaborations were not necessary. When you have prayed for victory you have prayed for many unmentioned results which follow victory – must follow it, cannot help but follow it. Upon the listening spirit of God the Father fell also the unspoken part of the prayer. He commandeth me to put it into words. Listen!

    “O Lord our Father, our young patriots, idols of our hearts, go forth to battle – be Thou near them! With them, in spirit, we also go forth from the sweet peace of our beloved firesides to smite the foe. O Lord our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sports of the sun flames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it – for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with their tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the Source of Love, and Who is ever-faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.

    (After a pause)

    “Ye have prayed it; if ye still desire it, speak! The messenger of the Most High waits.”

    It was believed afterward that the man was a lunatic, because there was no sense in what he said.
    *WCFD = We Come from Dreams

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you for posting that war prayer. That is the size of it but what I failed to see up there; what that old man; that messenger, should have made a strong point of is… “Ye have prayed for all this disaster to come upon the foe, and God has heard and awaits your final yeah or nay. Be aware however that your foe has also asked for exactly the same thing, and be aware that that foe loves God just as much as ye do, and that, by the same set of rules ye have bound yourselves to upon baptism. Now tell me, how can even an Almighty Omniscient Being grant same to both, since only one side can win? Therefore, should ye decide now to say, yeah! then know this: God the Almighty will grant neither your prayers, nor theirs. The issue will be decided by yourselves, alone, on the field of battle. The Lord thy God sayeth, I, the Almighty, will hold ye, on both sides, only accountable to this one law, that as my people ye unconditionally love thine enemy. Fail on that single point and my judgment will fall upon ye so harshly ye shall wish ye had never been born.”

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      1. We come from dreams ~

        I’m saying this as a textual-analysis buff and as a channeler: that is Twain’s voice, amending his work!

        Roy

      2. Sha'Tara Post author

        Hahahahahaha… let’s get together for a pint and discuss this, Mark… Oh, do you go by your pen name in this case?

      3. We come from dreams ~

        I believe that I channeled him once, back in 1993. He was delighted with my Wild Turkey Raw Bourbon and my green cigars. He flirted with my girl, and was annoyed that I’d bothered him. He asked me what I thought the future of America was, and I told him that I thought that there would be a series of secessions, like as happened in the US Civil War. He said tha was common-sensical of me, which was nice. Then he instructed me that the Confederacy had had a Constitutional right to secede (they did, too). I asked him about his fascination with Joan of Arc, and he replied, “Sometimes, the very thought of that woman makes my blood boil and freeze at one and the same time!”

    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thanks for your comment, Akhila. Interesting that you don’t know if god exists, but yet you can claim that if he did, we would not be weak. Isn’t the very fact that you cannot know that god exists prove his weakness? Why does he hide behind greedy, bullying, misogynist religions? If he had any power would he not straighten out his henchmen? Fire them maybe? Just do something? How about answering my email? 🙂 God is symbolic of the typical bully. He gets his gangs (religious organizations and their armies of bigots) to do his dirty work, sits back and thinks of new ways to instill fear and punish. Unlike you, Akhila, I know that God exists. I don’t have to wonder, or guess, or live in slavish fear of a maybe disastrous judgment and condemnation: God has no power over me any longer – neither technically nor legally. Now when I say that I know God exists, I’m not claiming anything special – billions of people will tell you (and me!) that they too know that God exists. The only difference is, their “knowledge” is based on religious or emotional “faith” whereas mine is based on, how shall I put this, an encounter, or rather, on several encounters, with each one drawing us (me and God) farther apart until the legally binding “shakedown” that got me free from any of his claims. So maybe I can be a bit cocky but I don’t take advantage of what I have. It cost me dearly to get my freedom and I don’t intend to ever lose it again.

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  3. Nancy J

    Powerful letter. I’m a believer but agree with all you wrote. If I don’t cling to that thread of hope after I’ve lived a life of horrific suffering and still do, I have to believe there is something better waiting for me lest all my suffering is in vain. I know the creator of this earth allows horrible things, like child trafficking. It baffles my mind and often leaves me confused. Also, I know whoever “God” is, he knows my thoughts are what you have written. Many of us ponder why we even exist in this evil world. Perfectly penned.

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you for your thoughts, Nancy. Yes, people of “faith” should indeed wonder, and ponder, the claim of an all powerful, loving deity to the right to be loved when the world this deity is supposed to care so much about that it would sacrifice its own son to redeem it has only been made worse after said sacrifice. Really!

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    1. Sha'Tara Post author

      Thank you for that thoughtful comment, Cezane. What good is self-empowerment if it isn’t expressed and shared?

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      1. We come from dreams ~

        There’s no “like” button on your comment, so “like.”

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