(pictured – Jesus and
Krishna, Marvel Team-Up)
Jesus was born on Christmas day two
thousand and thirteen years ago and was murdered thirty three and a
bit years later for blaspheming that he was God. He did claim he was
God alright but he also said that everyone else was God too.
Christians don't talk about it much but that's what he said. I swear,
take a look at John 10:34. No one seems all that concerned about it,
which I find a bit odd. I mean, you'd think followers of the Good
News would pay more attention to the Good News, seeing as it's such
good news and all.
Jesus said he was God and we are all
God and that's pretty interesting because it means that if we are all
God but don't know it then God him/her/itself has forgotten that
he/she/it is us too. Are you with me? God forgot God was us so God
sent God to remind us that we are God and then we killed God because
God was saying God was us and we'd rather not be God because that
kind of raises the bar a bit and also democratises
the whole set up a bit too much which won't do at all because it
suits some of us a lot more to have the rest of us believing that we
are less Godly than them. Are you still with me? Are you sure? That
was a long old sentence and there was a lot going on in it. It does
sum it all up though, the paradoxical nature of the strange game God
is playing with himself/herself/itself/ourselves.
It's like this - imagine if you worshipped yourself but then you forgot you were you but continued to
worship yourself, wishing that you were you. That's what seems to
have happened here. It's a bit of a tragedy. But the Good News is
that you are actually you and that's not all, it gets better, you are
not just you but you are also God. Great isn't it? I can't really
imagine better news than that. You are God!!! And I am too and so's
everyone else. Hindus say that we don't realise
we're God because we're trapped behind a thing they call the veil of
Maya. I reckon some of us are behind several of Maya's veils. You
know the type I mean. Deterministic sorts with ulcers. Absolutists.
Boring fuckers who are convinced that they are the opposite. People
who think about their cars a lot. Those fuckers are completely Mayaed
out of I reckon. But, you know, I try not to judge. Let he who is
without sin cast the first stone and all that. So, no matter how much
I'd like to, I won't chuck a rock through their windscreens and I'll
just hope they find enlightenment when they drive around the next
corner. No point being angry with myself after all. Lord forgive me,
for I know not what I do - and neither must you because you're me
too and both of us are the prick in the car apparently.
It's a bit mad the way the Hindus and
Jesus believe the same thing isn't it? I don't suppose they could
really have the same message though could they? I mean, Hindus don't
even have Christmas. It's only Christians that have Christmas. That's
because Christians reckon they are the ones that are favoured
by God. I suppose it makes sense that God would favour
himself/herself/itself/ourselves. Maybe God favours
those examples of himself/herself/itself/ourselves that have
forgotten they are him/her/it/us. Maybe God favours
the forgetful out of pity. Self-pity. Maybe it's due to self-pity
that God (a.k.a. us) sits around on his/her/its/our own birthday
stuffing his/her/its/our face with chocolate complaining how shit the
telly is, wrapped in layers of Maya he/she/it/we gave him/her/it/us
for Christmas. Maybe that's it. Or maybe not. Or maybe both. Or maybe
neither. Or maybe all of the above. God knows really, ...even if
he/she/it/we isn't/aren't sure himself/herself/itself/ourselves.
Are you still with me after all that?
No, ...thought not.
Happy Christmas anyway.
