Wandering Bishop

When 'bite my ass' and 'fuck the world' sentiments boiled deepest and sprang highest in me, the top name on my shit list was God. When I viewed the heavens through someone else's telescope, my perception of the Divine became grainy and obtuse, blurring revelations with rhetoric and dogma. I had become very disillusioned with the church. 

'You have no other God before me, for I am a very jealous God...'

Sounds like you got yourself an inferiority complex there God-boy and perhaps you should. Given all the poverty, famine, disease, violence, hatred and injustice maybe your not the hot shit your butt sucking, dim bulbed, lip servicing, hypocritical men of the cloth crack you up to be.... 

....furthermore...

We are as we have been created. If our creator looks upon us with disdain and reprimands, then it's the dumbass Lords fault for not paying better attention to quality of craftsmanship. Not ours for being born. Period. Fuck you very much and have a nice day. 

Someone once tried to sway my young pissed as holy shit self by saying that I needed to start going back to church because 'God views us a discarded menstrual rags, but will love us anyway if we gather at his house.' My response was 'Fuck Church! At least menstrual rags go someplace nice.'

Then I came to find myself in the company of those with greatly unbridled access to high quality LSD and I began to imbibe. What I discovered was a land beyond shock or ridicule. A space in my cortex with a river of brain chemistry, it's surface a fabric of revelations above disenchantment and pathos of imagined obstacles and barricades.

One night, while in the throes of many hundred micrograms of blessed ergot, I looked at my face in a softly lighted mirror and saw the gift God had given me. It was this life and pair of eyes, this brain and heart. Then I realized, it wasn't God I had been mad at all those years. It was the lies I had been told about who God is and how this works. Anyone who claims to have a monopoly on that knowledge is a barefaced liar or a deluded son of a bitch but most likely a venomous conglomeration of both. 

I began to read the Psalms and Proverbs again with new eyes, as well as the Tibetan Book of the Dead and The Analects of Confucius, and to practice meditation and chanting. These were my first delicate steps out of the abyss and into the magic that is life unencumbered by blind ignorance and misplaced faith. The many steps that have followed since are other stories for other times. 

I love Jesus and revere the Buddha, but some of their slack jawed, narrow sighted, overly caffeinated, righteously indignant groupies and hangers on frankly scare the living shit out of me. Ignorance, intolerance and rock hurling catcalls of 'My God can beat up your God!' must be exorcised and banished if we as a species are to evolve. It is the gloriously hypocritical among us who, if there is ever to be such a thing, will be the ambassadors of Armageddon. 

I want to be there

when you explode

catching the shrapnel

on my tongue

like snowflakes

unwavering sword

of Michael

abolishing 

vitriolic subordinations

imprinted slash tattooed

deep deep

fucking deep

making no mistakes

no unclear crystal messages

slaying

false prophet configurations

exploding

distressed labyrinth logic

composed

by racist

blinded secular monarchs

deconstructing

a symphony

of referendum 

assailing

blind wicked abyss tenders

to hock 

their own creation

in a blithering of effluvium

once and forever proving

the sanctity of our rituals

and the absoluteness 

of their void

Temple bells

ringing echos

never recalled

back to divine providence

instead allowed to roam free

beyond the chrysalis

and venture

into the abandon

of we know not what

but plunge into 

what we must

if we are to survive

and evolve

as our creator wishes

and blesses us

we must

without backward glance

we must 

we must 

we must

Namaste and amen,

Max