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. Of couse there is only one religion to everyone, and its always “mine”. For this extends from the needs of the ego, which is incessantly chanting the line from the old Beatles tune: “I Me Mine”I really don’t think it’s morally right for any one religion to say they are the only true religion and that everyone else is wrong. If any one religion claims to be the only truth, then they must surely be a lie? What do you think?
. The child must survive, and in order to be fed and held must direct others attention to its needs. The baby bird in the nest opens its mouth so very, very wide, as if to dwarf the mouths of its siblings. Its a belly that wants to be fed, and it cries out through the mouth of the bird.
. We are wired the same as birds, but not just in our stomach, but in our minds, as well. The soul wants to be fed, and the apparatus which feeds it lies in the rational mind, which uses symbols to satisfy its need to understand and digest meaning, in order to navigate the world of comprehension and find its place in the pecking order of the universe.
. The emphasis is always on “me” and “my religion”, and there are a host of people and institutions willing to satisfy that craving and reinforce and direct the perceptions associated with all that that entails. Call this “The extension of the ego factory”.
. “Step right up folks, put your nickle in the slot and pull the lever… Bingo! You win!!! You’re goin’ to heaven, kid!! You did it!! Now go and tell your mommy and tell her to bring the whole family. And don’t forget your nickles…”
. So whoever we are, wherever we grow up, whatever inheritance of beliefs we have learned to mimic, we seem to do it well enough to get fed. Rock the boat by asking too many questions and grandma won’t give you any more cookies.
. Ok… So what do you do when you’re one of those characters who has this itch to scratch and a need to rock the boat - just to see if its solid? Well, you do whatcha gotta do, man… but it comes at such a cost!
. No more cookies, for starters. Then they put you in a corner and make you shut up, slap your fingers with a ruler, or drag you out of class by the ear. (Trust me, I’ve seen it!)
. So in the grand search for the “only one correct religion with the truth”, we gotta get past the words, and the traditions, the dogma, the symbols, and really put our ears to the ground and listen for the buffalo. When the ground rumbles, you know they’re coming…
. Its also true that there are variations of buffalo in many lands. Long horned cattle here, water buffalo there, and bisons everywhere. At least until those boys in Dances With Wolves shot damned near every last one of them.
. So this tendancy to dominate, destroy, and control is in us, and always will be. It needs to be subdued, dude. That fella with the feathers in his hair has a sacrament, too, ya know. He envisions his prayer rising with the smoke from his Pipe until the spotted eagle catches wind of it and takes it off to the Great Spirit. Coool…
. No so different than the Holy Spirit descending like a dove, is it? God 's got His ways of teaching His religion to everybody, everywhere, in so many ways. We just gotta get past “I Me Mine” long enough to recognize it.
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