Easter

Yesterday I left behind a bit of lawn, roughly 60x30, unmowed. Weather got warmer, and we had adventuring to do, as a family! So I pushed it off til tomorrow, which was today.

I pulled out the lawn mower and got to work, careful that I wouldn't start until after 8, because it was the weekend, and people sleep, good heavens! I waited until 8:30. 

I got started, and noticed a couple neighbors out in their backyards, shooting me glances and whispering to each other. At first I chalked it up to my half-assed mowing the night before, or maybe I was leaving lines somewhere? It was clear that I was obviously being watched and judged. (Was it my kids?)

Then it came to me.

Jesus.

It was Easter, this morning, and I'd forgotten. 

Look, friends, Easter morning is when Jesus rose from the tomb and got to work. I'm fairly certain he would have approved of me mowing the lawn, by my belief system AND yours. 

Frankly, Mary Magdalene was ready to be interrupted by a gardener. It's a day for gardening and lawn care, and everybody knows it. How else are we supposed to find all those eggs under the long grass?!

Anyway. Fortunately I'd hid eggs outside prior to beginning my lawn mowing journey, so when I finished after ten minutes, our neighbors got to see us egg-hunting with our children, which is a proper and good thing to do on Easter morning, so they stopped shooting judge-y glances.

Why did I hide eggs? Because it's absurd, and absurdism is where I'm leaning, these days. Also, Julian wouldn't stop talking about egg hunts on Easter, so I felt kind of obligated. It used to bother me, how "secular" these religious holidays were, but now I'm grateful, so that's been a weird 180.

Anyway. Thinking about Easter.

I've recently posted several quotes from a book that I've been reading on the Bookmobile, when there are no patrons. It's slow-going, stopping and starting, but it's giving me the time I appreciate having to deconstruct and think and hypothesize.

The Templar Revelation by Lynn Picknett and Clive Prince.

Yes, this makes me want to steal the Declaration of Independence too, but I'm actually finding the book extraordinarily well researched. It uses a simple, clarifying voice that makes the subject at hand accessible as well, which I'm always grateful for. (I can be thick as a brick.)

The book is going over Templar history, obviously, while also incorporating some of the larger Christian questions in France and different gospels, cultural differences of belief and values, and analyzing what is KNOWN while playing with what can be honestly hypothesized, why/why not, etc. etc. Great book. I'm loving it.

(The DaVinci Code? It certainly mentions some of the other gospels, the fact that Mary and Jesus probably had a "thing" going on, but it really delves into that and elaborates on the cultural significance of events/statements/customs, and hypothesizes on origins, due to similarities in the same time period/area.)

Anyway.

Easter.

This book has given me a new appreciation for Mary Magdalene - The Black Madonna.

"They have removed my Lord and I do not know where to find him," were the words that the goddess/priestess uttered, in the mystery plays of the schools of Osiris, Tammuz, Dionysus, and Attis, as she anoints the god prior to his death (symbolic or real). (Traditionally, it was also three days later that the priestess/goddess would intervene in raising him again.)

Obviously, this is suspiciously familiar. Why were women, especially Mary, included in the story of Christ, given the time and place and cultural attitudes held towards women? Because they were essential to what was happening. They were with him at the cross and they were with him in his resurrection. These were the roles of the priestesses in the mystery schools.

"Christ(o)" means "Anointed One," and there is only one incident of Christ being anointed in all the gospels - by Mary. She used spikenard for his feet. Spikenard was a costly oil from India, where it was used in the Tantric tradition, where different perfumes and oils were assigned for specific parts of the body. Spikenard was for the feet. (And hair...)

Mary was a priestess, likely from a town called "Magdolum" in the north-east of Egypt, and it was she who made Jesus the Christ. ("el Mejdel" in Galilee, which has been said to be her hometown traditionally, was actually known as "Tarichea" in the time period, disproving that theory.) 

Mary was the Magdala - the tower, or elevated, great, and magnificent one. 

Mary was a priestess, and... (big words, hide sexy meanings)... she was the hierodule who, through hieros gamos could bestow spiritual enlightenment - through the process of horasis. 

In reading this book, I had a moment where I asked myself if the current Priory of Sion still practiced sex rituals, and then I was like, "Oh my gosh, how do they pick women to be the priestesses? I wish I could be a goddess in a sex cult!" 

And then I was like, "Dammit! Joseph Smith! I already WAS!"

Anyway. Happy Easter. 

Why I Am No Longer Christian

Once upon a time I was a Mormon. Yes, I understand that many Christians want to debate if that's Christian at all, but let's simplify and just say - if you need Jesus to have existed, in order to get to heaven, you're Christian.

I was Christian. 

Thank you, Jesus. 

I remember the day that I realized I wasn't Christian anymore. 

I'd been delving into my Jewish ancestry, learning more about Judaism and Jewish practices, culture, and belief. (This is 4 years of seminary, 4 years of religious university college courses, and many years of Gospel Doctrine Teacher later.) I knew a lot of information about the Jews, but now I was learning specifics, as well as Jewish justifications for their own holidays. I'd learned all about Passover, in Seminary, and the ties that Christians had made between this Jewish holiday and their own beliefs. I knew about Jews from a Christian perspective, but I was making it a point to learn about Jews from a Jewish perspective.

One day, as I sat in a church, drinking grape juice out of the quaintest of cute little plastic cups, with individual pull-back lids, which was SO ADORBS - YES, I was geeking out and probably hormonal - I was caught off guard. Perhaps I was reminding myself I was supposed to be thinking about the blood of Jesus Christ, not my kitsch interests, and OH MY GOSH, DO THEY SELL THEM LIKE THIS ONLINE?!

I thought about Jesus, and I thought about this grape juice - actually red, in symbolism of Christ's blood - and I realized... Oh my gosh. We're supposed to be drinking His BLOOD.

I knew this, logically, but drinking red liquid instead of the clear liquid of my youth, it made me look at things a little differently. 

I realized that drinking blood was SUPER not kosher.

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In very casual terms, let me explain why this was huge. 

In Acts 10, there's a big scene where Peter is instructed, through a vision, that God is not holding Christians to the Jewish dietary laws any longer. This was a big deal, for these Jewish apostles. And it was new for them, as well.

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I realized that in the telling of the Last Supper, when Jesus is telling his apostles to drink in remembrance of His blood, that literally no Jewish man would have sat back and been like, "Yes." No, they would have freaked out, or at least MENTIONED something about the perverse thing Jesus is suggesting to them. 

I knew that the the historicity of Christ was something that could be up for question. I knew that the scriptures we had were written hundreds of years after the events, and as is the case with scripture, was probably written from third hand or fourth hand or FIFTH hand accounts. I knew that any parable or miracle might have included more to the story than we knew, and I was okay with that. 

But I wasn't okay with Jewish men suddenly being "okay" with being told to drink in memory of someone's blood.

I realized that likely didn't happen. 

Attis was a cult around 1200 BC which involved the ritual eating of a dead god. This was also a ritual observed in ancient Egypt, as well as Mithraism (300 BC) - all of which predate Christ. Chicken or the egg, is how I would have argued this as a Christian - they knew Christ would do this, due to prophecy, so it looks the same. But maybe it's just because the idea was taken from those other practices as a way of convincing greco-roman converts to join with Christianity, though familiarity. (The Church has done the same thing with Christmas. It would not be unheard of to apply a Christian lense to an already popular pagan tradition.) 

I sat there with the cutest little grape juice cup and realized... I don't think the Last Supper happened.

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Christianity fell to threads. 

If the Sacrament/Communion was a lie, did Jesus ever even say that He died "for" anybody? Maybe he just died. 

Maybe he was just a dude who died.

(Don't even get me started on the rabbit hole of "WHAT IF he DIDN'T die, and just faked his death, and moved to Asia?" It's a fantastic rabbit hole that I invite you to go down on your own time. I first heard it from one of our Muslim investigators on my mission. Turns out, it's not a small, insignificantly held theory. Lots of people believe this.)

Maybe Jesus wasn't a Savior. Maybe he was an awesome political activist? 

And just like that, I was no longer a Christian.

So, several years later, you have me now reading "The Templar Revelation," which explores the idea that "Maybe Jesus was just an Isis worshipper taking over from his cousin's cult?" Does it matter if this is true? Not at all. But little old me would have been aghast to see how many theories and possibilities have been proposed for the Jesus Christ tale.

I read the most fantastic bit, out of that book, that was so validating to me, and so eloquently explained why I feel that I haven't lost a thing, in losing Christianity. From the book:

"It is not difficult to understand the appeal of Gnosticism, although it was no easy option - the emphasis being on personal responsibility for one's own actions - but at the same time the threat to the Church of Rome is obvious. As Hermes Trismegistus supposedly wrote: "Oh! What a miracle is Man!", an exclamation that encapsulates the idea that mankind contains the divine spark. Neither Gnostics nor hermeticists grovelled before their God. Unlike Catholics, they did not think of themselves as lowly and evil creatures who were destined for purgatory, if not hell itself. Recognizing their divine spark automatically bestowed what we today would call "self-esteem" or confidence - the magic ingredient in the process of fulfilling one's potential. This was the key to the Renaissance as a whole, and the fearlessness it induced can be seen in the sudden opening up of the world through circumnavigation and exploration. Worse still, as far as the Church was concerned, this notion of individual potential for godhood implied that WOMEN were as good as men, at least spiritually. Gnostic women had always had a voice, and even officiated at religious ceremonies: this was one of the major threats that Gnosticism posed to the Catholic church. Moreover, the idea of mankind's essentially divine status did not accord with the Christian idea of "original sin" - the idea that all men and women are born sinful because of the Fall of Adam and Eve (especially the latter). Because all children are the result of the "shameful" sex act, that idea inextricably linked women and children in a kind of everlasting conspiracy against pure men and a vengeful God. Gnostics and hermeticists, on the whole, had no truck with 'original sin.'

"Each individual was encouraged to explore both outer and inner worlds for him/herself - experiencing gnosis, knowledge of the Divine. This emphasis on individual salvation was totally antithetical to the Church's insistence that only priests were the conduits through which God might communicate with mankind. The Gnostic idea of a direct line to God, as it were, threatened the Church's very existence." (It goes on, but that's enough.) 

I read these paragraphs, and "felt the spirit." I felt it was true.  

Christianity creates a system where humans are bad, in need of saving.

If you don't believe that you are inherently bad, Christianity offers you nothing besides (SOMETIMES) great inspiring quotes and examples. Anyone can read a book, though, and learn the same lessons.

This quote from the book was talking about Gnostics and Hermeticists, but for me, it rang true to my "Humanist" leanings. Recognizing that good comes from WITHIN is incredibly empowering. Similarly, bad comes from within as well, but just look at the human capacity for good. "What a miracle is Man!" 

Outside of Christianity I found self-esteem, confidence, TRUE agency - as I REALLY believed that I was responsible for my own choices, and real worth - because I AM - no need for comparisons or eventual "some day"s to measure.

Anyway.

This one's for the people who feel sad when people leave Christianity. 

Don't. Trust me, we are genuinely happier without.

Hopeless

Today at the local Ethical Society meeting, where I attend, we had our regular third Sunday roundtable "Living Ethics Discussion." It's typically a day for discussing our own personal challenges and ethical dilemmas, bouncing our concerns and ideas off of our community, which is awesome. 

Today's discussion ended up focusing, primarily, on "the hopelessness of the upcoming generation." 

I don't believe anybody said that, word for word, but that was the gist.

Upon coming home, my husband, who had been home with a baby, asked what we'd talked about. "About how younger generations feel hopeless and about how we should smile more at our neighbors."

He laughed. 

It's not his fault. Half of what I say is setup for comedic effect. Unfortunately that one wasn't supposed to be.

And in that moment, a sweet, sweet, hopeful part of me died, and I found myself wanting Trump to win the 2024 election.

I AM the upcoming generation, and I do feel hopeless. Not half as hopeless as people younger than me, but fairly hopeless even with all the privilege that comes with my equity. *wipes tears with savings account.*

I am incredibly lucky that I'm not a 90's kid, and that I was able to sneak in and buy a condo at just the right time, which made eventual home ownership possible for my family. I am incredibly lucky that my husband didn't major in elementary education, or work in carpet cleaning, or some OTHER field which pays below accepted standards of living. (Thank god not everyone gets to follow their dreams...)

We are living in a late-stage capitalist hellscape, where the sick have to beg for donations online, the minimum wage is stagnant despite rising inflation, employers punish their employees for personal emergencies, and the average American cannot afford to own a home in 99% of the country. NINETY-NINE PERCENT. Living is no longer a right.

So why did I toss it all to abandon and want TRUMP to win the next election? 

Because things are really really really really REALLY REALLY REALLY awful, and I'm sick and tired of 50% of my voting options (Democrats) refusing to do anything about it.

The president that I voted for is using MY tax dollars to fund a war over in Israel which is, frankly, a genocide. Where Israel literally TORTURED UN officials, and my president wants to pretend that that's not disqualifying for any type of assistance. And, as information is spreading globally about Palestine, via social media and TikTok in particular, about just how bad things actually are there, on the ground, my presidents states that he's willing to ban TikTok. 

SIR. People cannot afford to LIVE. DO SOMETHING USEFUL, not... 

No, I could go on. Instead, I'm going to turn to Trump's 2024 goals, and genuinely ask why I shouldn't want these things: 

"Give the President Unchecked Power Over Federal Agencies."

Will this change literally anything for me today? Hells. Maybe they'll stop putting poison in my food.

"Restore the President's Authority to Bypass Congress."

Congress is already an inefficient joke available to the highest bidder. Bypass 'em. They're not doing anything useful anyway. 

"Appoint a Special Prosecutor to 'go after' Biden."

...Okay? (Oh no...)

"Use the Justice Department to Get Revenge on All of His Enemies."

Who are Trump's enemies? Because so far, nobody's stopped him. Is he saying he might actually get the justice department to take down people in positions of power when they do something wrong? Fair is fair.

I wish I had enemies.

"Expand Presidential Immunity."

I'd love to see them expand it more than they already have. You can literally throw a coup, and nothing happens. Let's start executing people in the streets without criminal convictions. Lets. Why not.

"Purge the Civil Service."

Fire bad apples? 

Freakin' burn the whole orchard to the ground. I don't care anymore. I have a government job. So fire me. One thing we've all learned, from capitalism, is that anyone is disposable. That's what these bootstraps are for! 

"Install Thousands of Loyalists Throughout the Federal Government."

Hell - at least this way we'll know WHO bought them!

"Put Flying Cars in Americans' Driveways."

... Are they literally saying that I could afford a flying car if Trump became president?...

There's more. Obviously there's lots more, but this is what hopelessness looks like. Are you telling me that things might just "change"?

When children are "attention-seeking," any attention is good attention, even if that attention is yelling at them. As a young person struggling against late-stage capitalism, any change is good change, at this point - even if it's just a change for the worse. 

At least then it'll be more obvious that it's not my fault, and I can go a little easier on myself, and REALLY let that hope go as I embrace total, complete nihilism. 

Bad things happen to good people, and sometimes it's their government's fault. 

I don't think the Democrats deserve a win, right now. For all their talk, they're still not honestly doing what the people want. The Republican party is dying, but the Democrats ought to kick the bucket as well. Nobody is doing what's in the best interest of people. And if it takes a housefire for people to realize the seriousness of the situation, and DEMAND more options than two aged white men, then let it happen. If Biden wins, the Democrats will happily coast along for more decades to come - accepting money from private donors quietly, while patting themselves on the backs that at least they're not Republicans. 

I want better options. I don't want either one. Do we seriously have to pull a weapon and hold it to America's head to be offered a livable solution? Because if that's what we have to do - in the form of electing Trump - maybe we just have to do it. 

So we can live.

Today's Church News

Today it was announced that the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints would be purchasing historical sites and items of historical import from the Community of Christ.

I have never been accused of being dispassionate, or without opinion, so I'm going to tell you how I feel about that.

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Mixed.

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I have a great love for Community of Christ for being influential for me in a very vulnerable time of my life. They offered love, help, and community to me without duplicity of intent in their actions. They loved and cared for me because I needed love and care, and asked for nothing in return.

Similarly, I have strong feelings about the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, and those feelings are exactly the opposite.

I don't believe I've ever used the phrase "I love that for you," because it's kind of passive aggressive, but I use that phrase now, for Community of Christ, and I use it sincerely.

I love that for you. 

This last weekend I hosted a friend of mine in my home. She happens to be the Salt Lake City pastor for Community of Christ, as well as being employed by their communications department, so in hindsight...

That's fine. I don't mind being deceived in order for you to mourn. (Girl, you know it.) I just wish I had realized the 'why' at the time, because it would have made a few awkward conversations with local Community of Christ folks less awkward, and maybe we could have all cried outwardly, instead of me giggling awkwardly about ghosts and whatever other insensitive things I might have said, and recognize that YES, our tour guide WAS holding back tears - it was NOT allergies! Dammit!!

Anyway. That's a whole other thing.

I love this for you, Community of Christ.

For those local members on the ground at these sites, I am devastated for you, and for the loss of places that you loved and served. I imagine this will be difficult for you, as it's something that you've built your life around, and I mourn this loss with you.

For Community of Christ? Hells yes. Community of Christ is forging their own road, and they have been for some time. They dealt with the baggage that was Joseph Smith Jr decades ago, as they ceased to revere him as "second to Christ only," like some other religions do. They recognized him as a human, and moved on from him. And I am happy for them, that they can drop this "Mormon Baggage" and forge their own road forward in whatever their more authentic Christian way is. (Heck, money is nice too.)

For the ex-Mormons?  

Folks, we're not okay.

Today has been a gambit for me. It has involved Linkin Park, Twenty-One Pilots, and finally The Road to Nowhere by Radical Face on repeat. Big feelings. Confused feelings. Complicated analysis, and attempts to understand. 

I'm heartbroken. Firstly, I LIVE down the road from Nauvoo. My family has gone there on the weekend just CAUSE. I have blogged about the positive experiences I had there, with Community of Christ running the show - (Presenting the Message.) Having Community of Christ tell the history was so refreshingly HONEST, and I'm devastated that Kirtland and Nauvoo will be losing that honesty - and I didn't even get to see Kirtland as a Community of Christ site. That's devastating for this little "Mormon History Tour" gal, because any tour I do of Kirtland in the future will involve plastic, perfect lies about Elijah, not laughter and jokes about psychedelic sacraments. (This is infuriating.)

I'm heartbroken because the Mormons are going to be excited. 

(For the Mormons? Shut up.)

The Mormons are going to be excited about this. They're going to see it as a victory for God, despite the fact that Mormons are literally selling the holy land of Independence. They'll just proclaim Nauvoo their NEW "New Zion," and hope nobody notices the actual prophecies Joseph Smith Jr made.

For ex-Mormons, this is a day of family relationship trauma. We do this periodically. It happens every General Conference, it happens during the Sunday extended family gatherings, and it happens every time something unfortunate happens in your life. ("I put your name on the temple roll.") Today is a day to be reminded that your family believes and values very different things than you, and they're pretty sure they're better than you because of it, so just go enjoy your life of sin and remember that "wickedness never was happiness" and "You'll Be Back." (One way or another.)

Folks? Kindred ex-Mormon folks? This SUCKS. Avoid your family today. In fact, avoid them for a week, and celebrate the fact that you don't have a guest bedroom just hours down the road that Mormons everywhere are going to want to take advantage of, despite the emotional burden this will be for you.

For the Mormons.

Congratulations. You guys, I'm just so excited for you. I hope that this reinvigorates your interest in Church History. I've really been into Church History for the last seven years or so, and I've learned so much information about these sites. Walking the streets where history happened has really strengthened my beliefs in what I believe, and I can't wait for you to have that same opportunity that I had, to invest energy into studying Church History, so you can fully understand, FEEL, and appreciate the things that happened on these roads, in these buildings, and in these cities. I am SO excited for you to see it.

For the LDS missionaries, I can't wait to see how you explain the failed prophecies of the Nauvoo House, how you respond to the question of "Which room did the Martha Brotherton thing happen in?" in the Red Brick Store, and "Why are there so many hiding spots in Joseph's homes?" Make sure you keep telling people on the tours that recording is prohibited.

For the Mormon Prophet? 

Good luck with that.