Sense the beginning of time, the moon has circled the Earth with it’s loving orbit, never turning it’s back on Earth, watching over it like a gaurdian. The people of Earth came to reconize the nightly visitor, regailed in it’s presence and mourned it’s absence as it circled the surface of the world. The people of the world made celebrations and cerimonies to the moon, they offered up their crops and their prayers- all this reached the surface of the moon and a spiritual mist covered the face of the moon. Out of this mist, matter began to solidify. Particles came from this mystical fog, fused together forming buildings and a city and a kingdom. The people of this misty white world mimiced the Gods that inhabited Earth, living as they lived and worshipped the people there. “It was by their will, not ours,” said the wisest of them, “that we came into exsitance.”
The mist spread though out the surface of the moon, just as the Earth people began to make discoveries and set their eyes to the sky and marvel at the sights there, not with a fear of a godly wrath but a curiousity of what else lay up there, beyond the clouds. The mist of the moon traveled to it’s back, away from Earth. The mist and man’s marveling created a being of no self-consiousness. The being saw around itself ,but not itself. It saw the planets all far away and the stars further away. It saw the moons and how they encircled their planets and it made the creature wonder where it’s planet was. This being had concluded that since it would not see nor understand anything of itself, than it must be the very moon itself; it’s consciousness.
The Consciousness found itself with a great lonliness setting in and wondered, as it looked out at star clusters and planets and their moons, if it had a counter part. Perhaps there was something wrong and for Its creatation came after the creation of the physical moon, that it was sure off. Perhaps the Concious awoke after going out of orbit with Its planet. The Consciousness glided again across the face off the moon to it’s horizons where a brilliant bright light shined with the glory of the sun. As It approched the light it flew up Its hand to block the light. Than paused. Hands? What is this? It looked down at it’s own hands, why had It never seen that before? More into the light, the floating became a stop and go pace, It looked down and it saw legs and feet. toes and to nails, hands and fingers. Than a torso to go with it all; slender and sleek. Flesh over this form was a glowing grey, the darkness It was so used to dyed Its skin black and turned it gray in the glowing light of the face of the moon.
Out of the light came another figure, a mirror image of It. It stood still in wonderment at the Other approched. Other’s form was draped in a white gown that glistened as the world around them. “Look at yourself!” Said the other. “What would the Gods say, to a naked form wondering about. Take this garment and cloth yourself, as the Gods have shown us how.” It took the spare white garment and drapped it over It self in mimic of the Other. “What Gods?” It asked. “What Gods? The Gods there! The Ones who made You, and Me, and our Kingdom!” Other was very annoyed with It’s ignorence, and pointed a finger to the heavens at a blue and green gem floating above them. “That is the home of the Gods. Youre ignorence must be known- to the Court with you!”
Before the vast assemply of glowing white people, It felt fear for the first time. This sensation was similar to wonder and curiousity it previously knew, only now amplified with a sense that these people meant to do It harm. This all was too different from the world It knew.
In 1960 C.S. Lewis wrote a book called The Four Loves. Each chapter dedicated to one of the four Greek words for love. People can say that the term love is overused and misunderstood. The ancient Greeks realized this problem too and had a solution.
Think of affection. The display of love between family members and even to other people to whom you have gained a familiar fondness of. Such as being around someone for a significant period of time. Lewis describes affection as being non-discriminate and pays least attention to “valuable” characteristics that would be worthy of a higher level of love. The down side to affection is that it becomes to be expected. Such as when two family members say goodbye after a day together and it would be weird not to hug. Or when a couple say high, it’s expected of them to hug or kiss, or hold hands as they walk, or some other kind of display of affection. But this is not to get confused with romantic love, disused later on. “Where I live, when people give you a hug it’s from the heart.”-Steve Irwin. The primitive and most innocent display of love is the hug. A child hugs his teddy bear, a wife hugs her husband, a boss hugs her employee.
Philadelphia literally means “City of Brotherly Love” Where Storge is the affection, Phileo is the emotional bond. Between friends and even to family, to a degree.
Named after the Greek god of love (aka Cupid) Romantic love is the most popular in our culture, but do we really know it? Media stands out the most in turning beautiful romance into a one night stand. Romance vs. true love.
Unconditional love. No matter the circumstances surround your situations, abilities or in-abilities. Distance, disabilities, age, race, any factor that would have a role to play in the length of, say, a relationship between husband and wife. All these factors are ignored and replaced with constant caring for the other person. Family ties are full of this, parent to child (biological or otherwise) Would a father, who has never met his son, still do anything he could to ensure the safety and well-being for that son? A mother to daughter? Can a husband and wife reach this point, after being together multiple years?
What about true love? where does that fall in? does it mean to be attracted to someone for some unknown reason, leave everything you have behind and pursue that attractant? Does it mean betting formidable odds? Does it mean to always protect that person, watching over them to make sure they’re kept safe? Does it also mean that no one side is better than the other, man and woman seen equally? Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
We believe in Marxfreudanddarwin.
We believe everything is OK
as long as you don’t hurt anyone,
to the best of your definition of hurt,
and to the best of your knowledge.
We believe in sex before during
and after marriage.
We believe in the therapy of sin.
We believe that adultery is fun.
We believe that sodomy’s OK
We believe that taboos are taboo.
We believe that everything’s getting better
despite evidence to the contrary.
The evidence must be investigated.
You can prove anything with evidence.
We believe there’s something in horoscopes,
UFO’s and bent spoons;
Jesus was a good man just like Buddha
Mohammed and ourselves.
He was a good moral teacher although we think
his good morals were bad.
We believe that all religions are basically the same,
at least the one that we read was.
They all believe in love and goodness.
They only differ on matters of
creation sin heaven hell God and salvation.
We believe that after death comes The Nothing
because when you ask the dead what happens
they say Nothing.
If death is not the end, if the dead have lied,
then it’s compulsory heaven for all
excepting perhaps Hitler, Stalin and Genghis Khan.
We believe in Masters and Johnson.
What’s selected is average.
What’s average is normal.
What’s normal is good.
We believe in total disarmament.
We believe there are direct links between
warfare and bloodshed.
Americans should beat their guns into tractors
and the Russians would be sure to follow.
We believe that man is essentially good.
It’s only his behaviour that lets him down.
This is the fault of society.
Society is the fault of conditions.
Conditions are the fault of society.
We believe that each man must find the truth
that is right for him.
Reality will adapt accordingly.
The universe will readjust. History will alter.
We believe that there is no absolute truth
excepting the truth that there is no absolute truth.
We believe in the rejection of creeds.
CREED - STANDARDS - FATE
A Creed, is more like a law that everyone has to follow. This law is set up by generations of development and revolution. This is what is expected. Expected of people, expected as the natural way the world should run. SHOULD is a key word. a Creed is defined as “A system of belief, principles, or opinions.” Though the most common place to find the term “creed” is in religion. My point is not religious. My point is: Society has expectations. Society is represented by the mass of people as one, including/lead by political representative as well as ethical and unethical human reasoning.
Standards are “an object that under specified conditions defines, represents, or records the magnitude of a unit”. In order to fulfill your Creed/Expectations, you must physically, mentally, emotionally rise to the expectations being met. My point? Not everyone can do that. Everyone, individually, can not met the standards set by the “norm”. An example: A student living in poverty may do poorly in a class he is expected to get an A in because every night he comes home to another family argument. If one is to be judged in how they are vs. how they are suppose to be, the standards’ factors answers the “why” question that connects the two.
“The Fates, like an absent-minded printer, seldom allow a single line to stand perfect and unmarred” —George Santayana, A Spanish-American philosopher of life and destiny. If Creed is what Should be than Fate is what was Meant to be. If everyone was a successful business man, who would there to work in the mills? If every student got straight A’s, than what would our economy look like, if everyone all qualified to the CEO job? I’m not going to argue a predestined force having control over our lives; nor will I argue nature vs. nurture. I do stand on the threshold of things that are meant to be because of our complexity as human beings. Weather if we do or do not met the standards and fulfill our Creeds, we stand as what is in all reality, without expectations. This is what we are, when we have met, or fell shy of, the expectations at hand. example: I got a job, been here for a while, and they want me to be a manager. I do not have the competence in myself to completely know what i am doing to be a manager, despite that i put on a good show of being management material because i wish to be noticed. 2nd Example: I am good at what I do, I understand what is being asked of me, I know how to use what has been given me (knowledge, materials, etc. ) I am pleased to have the chance.
I consider myself to be a fatalist kind of woman, I accept what is and i move on. Crying or worrying about things are not going to make them any better. Does that in essence mean I live a stress free life? No. But the mindset helps. Not everyone is in control of their lives. Again, I am not arguing religion, I am standing on the point that when you have a bowl fill of ants, one of those ants is getting stepped on by the one on top of the one on top of him. I understand, as a person, there are things expected of me, and I seek to answer the call of the conflicts that pop up. It gets hard, I’ve cried and mourned and fought, but along the way, you can’t help by uncover a few things about yourself. From when I was a kid to a teenager, I felt like I was doomed to be alone with loser friends or a bleak personality. I was expected to be a social, smart individual. I met the standards the best I could, and the result was nothing more than what it was meant to be. I did what I did and there’s nothing in the world that’s going to change it. Now the best part about this, is that the cycle doesn’t end there, it continues on until the end of your life. (Yes, back to the circle/revolution theme from earlier, didn’t think I could end without the cliche, did you? Yup.) Creeds are always changing. There are those that are static, like morals and ethical reasoning, than there are some like the role at a job or at home as a husband or wife or child.
The story of Daphne and Apollo comes to mind. Eros, aka Cupid, struck Apollo with the golden arrow of Love and struck Daphne, a forest nymph, with a lead-tipped arrow, preventing her from ever feeling Love. Apollo chased after the girl until she called upon the gods for help, unto which she was transformed into a tree. The Creed for Apollo is that he should have this nymph for his own. The creed for Daphne is that Apollo should leave her in peace. The standards are pushing eachother back and forth like opposing ends of a magnet. Until, Daphne is transformed into a tree- the Fate. The story goes back to the Creed, a creed of ethics, one can not love someone if they are nothing loved in return. That is the expectations. If you were to pursue this anyway, as a way of falling short to the standard, your fate would be that of a broken heart. OR love can come from the ashes of burnt desire. Again, nothing is predestined, but any line of event in one’s life, with all the chaos that surrounds the happenings in one’s life, can fall into the same formula. Creed - Standard - Fate.
Physical Guardian— someone you are emotionally bonded to for the longevity of your life, guiding you and assisting you in every aspect of your life in which you learned from an experience (pleasant and unpleasant) or struggled to coup with events of your life. (ie. Long lived Parent, Sense-Childhood Friend, Husband/Wife, ect.)
Mental Guardian— That little voice inside your head. The Ego and Id, by Dr. Freud. What is socially acceptable versus what you think to be right. What you want to do versus what you wish to do. This guardian’s purpose is to push you to be who you are, and being strong consciousness. (ie. Guilt, Confidence, Jiminy Cricket, ect.)
Force Guardian— Ever wonder why good things happen to bad people and bad things happen to good people? What if a force surrounded them and influenced the random events of that person’s life to be in that person’s favor. And the ill-favor is the lack of this particular Guardian. (ie. A drunk driver doesn’t get hurt in an accident, You get that promotion at work you’ve been wanting, Lady Luck, ect. )
Vigor Guardian— Your house burned down, you lost everything you own, but you and your family are safe. You’re robbed at gun point, the criminal gets your wallet and runs, but your physically unscathed. Diabetes and Heart Disease are predominant in your family, but you live to a ripe ol’ age. You’re a war hero, retired from duty. Events will happen in life, (via Force Guardian or not), when it comes to your health, you’re protected with higher tolerance and immunity. (ie. Anti-pestilence, no childhood diseases, ect.)
Psychic Guardian— You’re aware of your surrounds, more so than most people you know. You hear the conversation your boss is having about pink slips. You’re extremely difficult to sneak up on. You’ve good vision and even better reflexes. You see shadows move out of the corner of your eyes; enough for you to see there is something there. You’re spidey-sense picks up, the hairs on the back of your neck stand erect, and you turn around at the right moment. (ie. sixth sense)
As is a person, every Guardian is different, given to the person by birth though the exsistance of the Guardian is to remain silent and inconspicuous. Get close but not too close. Fulfilling the purposes specifically designed to that person’s traits.
Factors for traits: Time and astrological significance of your birth, such as Astrological sign, star alignment, biological parent’s astrological significance. Race and ethnicity- your heritage. Just because parents may have a Guardian of one discipline does not mean they’re offspring receive the same.
There’s been movies that encourage the idea of “spirit guides”, one that comes to mind is Golden Compass. Personally, I’ve had this Guardian idea sense I was a very young - pre-school age, give or take. I come from a broken family that has gone past the point of even trying to mend back together. to get though my younger life and make a “reasoning” for this madness is my idea of a separate consciousness that focuses on protecting me from serious harm or comforting me when something does happen. I use to pretend that when a phone rings near me, like at work or at the store, and my clerk answers it, only to find the line dead. (and i wont pretend and say i don’t pretend still that people who stop and watch me walk/drive by, or who randomly talk to me are metaphysical forms of my own guardian) It works as a reminder to me that my Guardian knows where I am, and keeping an eye on me. It’s not a person, but a shapeless form. and a force not to be reckoned with.
It would make sense that one Guardian can have concepts involving combo of the different “general Guardians.” but the more variation, the less proficient the Guardian becomes. Jack of all trades, master of none.