There is but one god on this earth and human beings made it. It isn’t Jesus, Allah or Buddha. The god on this earth is MONEY and it controls you and everything you see, eat and experience. You worship it endlessly and want more and more of it. You can’t live without it. Your very survival depends on your loyalty to it and love for it. People die for it, kill for it and work themselves into the grave for it. People betray those closest to them for it and sacrifice their innocents at the alter of this god, to appease its need to increase itself. It is a rampaging monster of a deity and it can’t give you anything but the transient spoils of a corrupt and dying planet.





Here is a  basic list of the things human beings believe in:

God ( generic)  For agnostics everywhere and those afraid to stick their toes in the atheistic lake.

Jesus—-several varieties, take your pick.  There is the bloody guilt inducing Jesus, the liberal “I’ll sanction anything” Jesus, the repressed stiff upper lip Jesus and of course, the vengeance Jesus.



Mythical Gods and Goddesses from an archaic time.  Think along the lines of faeries,elements,  pan and any nature spirit god. Oddly these deities were blanketed in superstitious darkness but fully lit with a psychological and philosophical understanding that was very sophisticated for that period in our human history.









Spirit guides









The moon

The stars

The sun




Why do we human beings need and want something, anything to believe in as a deity or power over our lives?  Are we that afraid of personal responsibility that we continue dragging around this dead horse of religion or even worse, the modern religion of ‘things’ as gods?  Each one of the items on this list have propelled us forward until we surpassed our need for it and moved on to the next development of self and spirit and what it means to be here on this planet. If we are constantly moving toward a true awakening, are we now moving beyond science as a god?  Are we so terrified of our true nature of birth to death, that we would create so many stories to pretend it away?  What if the truth is better than anything we can concoct? What if the explanation is to be found in the cycle of all life on this planet and that death of the body as the end of life is a myth itself?

God Is A Bureaucrat

One day while walking along the blazing trail of the sun, I took my neat and sharp portfolio of deeds to the one.  It slid into step besided me surpising me with its presence before I reached the final destination where it resided.  It greeted me with the usual salutary discourse of Good to see you/ it has been a while since we last spoke/you and I ought to set a schedule for regular meetings.  After exhausting every pointless phrase, it took  my portfolio of deeds, read it from cover to cover, pausing temporarily, here and there, now and again, on feelings like anger, love and sadness.  Eventually, it closed the cover and tossed it into the vanquishing fire that roared all around us.  We stood togther watching it burn, thoughtful in the simplicity of the demise of struggle.  After some time, it turned to me, shrugging and sighing.  “You know, THEY think you are being too much of a renegade.  Now, I don’t mind that sort of thing, in fact, I think it’s admirable and progressive in an offbeat way.  Here is the thing though, once the committee took over the administration, things became more democratic.  You have to start playing it by the book.”  I hung my head in a resignation I knew was eternal to me before speaking.  “Yeah, I thought this was coming.  After the last life I got a reprimand from the co-chairs.  I don’t give a shit you know how many elections they have or how many times their names change, they’re all clones.”  It put its hands in its pockets and shifted from one foot to the other. “I fully understand your position and because of this, I’m going to make a recommendation on your behalf.  Maybe if I make a plea to allow you some room to move and angle, just enough to keep you off their radar, you can go about the next three hundred lives with a free agent type status.  How would that be?”  “Yeah, sure, I appreciate any leeway you can give me.  I’m still curious about something.  Why did you change the system?”  It looked away for a moment before facing me.  “Oh, I needed a vacation really.  You know how I like a change.  I became weary of the grind and everything became so predictable.  I may go back to the old way, but for now I’m enjoying this perspective, the chain of beings passing along deeds and intentions.  Trust me, I’ve got enough work to keep me occupied.  Then it’ laughed and said, I bet you didn’t think God could be a bureaucrat, did you?”  I blinked and was awake.

What I Know And What I Don’t Know

I know…

The midnight sky over Algonquin Park is a velvet indigo punctuated by the most dazzling stars and if you look long enough you fall up into them.

Coyotes adopt abandoned domesticated dogs when humans won’t

A cougar in the wild makes a sound that is eerily similar to that of a woman crying

It feels achingly wonderful to portage through the wilderness where ancient footsteps once trod

There is nothing like a pan fried rainbow trout you’ve caught yourself

Nature is sacred and very near what people call God but know as love

Being on the sea aboard a fishing boat in the Bay of Fundy is good for the work ethic muscle

Being downwind of a black bear when blueberry picking is kinda important

Raccoons can open jars

Water skiiing makes your legs hurt like hell but you can’t wait to do it again as soon as the pain disappears

A harvest moon makes your heart feel full and tense

There is an endless supply of tears in each person

Money can buy none of these things and they are worth more than pure gold


I don’t know…

Why people lie and betray each other all the damn time

Why people are still dying of hunger

Why love hurts sometimes

Why people steal from each other

Why we need religion

How we can stop war

Why music makes us feel every emotion humanly possible and some feelings we haven’t  yet named

Why some people need leaders

Why some people need to lead

Why individual freedom is the most lofty desired state of being we want for ourselves but desire to take from others

Why we can laugh when we hurt 

Why we are really here


Thoughts anyone?