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Personal Statement #11

True Confessions
 


 

 

  • Editor's note: I am about to introduce a subject, one that I shall return to many times in my writings. And I would like to clarify that when, in pejorative terms, I sometimes refer to the untoward actions of certain persons, I do so with no spirit of condemnation - I wasn't always so magnanimous. But I have learned, finally, that abusers and victimizers, themselves, are also the abused and the victims of a larger process of malevolence that is working itself out in our world.

 

 

 

December 5, 2008

 

"Let's get this done, so you can go and get ready, and go to confession tonight."

Dad has just made what he thought was a simple and harmless statement, not unlike innumerable other ones as he sought to manage the affairs of his family. But little does he know that these seemingly innocuous words would now send me careening and crashing, spinning out of orbit, send me around the world, send me far away from home and hearth, for decades to come.

It is a summer Saturday evening, and we are working rather quickly to unload a trailer filled with hay bales.

 

 

... the stack of hay bales - the launching site of my new orbit

 

 

I am 17. I knew this moment would come, and it's finally here. It's been popping and percolating in my head, under the surface, since I was 15.

For these last few years, I have been reading and thinking and re-evaluating this whole issue of who God is, and what he might want, and how to please him, and the nature of the church, and the southeast Asian war, and what life means, and how I fit into all of this. And I have had many conversations, the first real intellectual conversations of my life, with my good friend, Grover Diemert, the young assistant priest, not so much older than myself.

 

  • Editor's note: Grover would soon be driven out of the priesthood by dark forces within the ranks. I spoke to him about 10 years ago. He's married now, living in California, helping new immigrants from Asia to get established.

 

I hear Dad's words... and as the nanoseconds flit by, I sense that things will soon never be the same.

It's sort of like Picard, having collapsed on the bridge of the Enterprise, living an entire lifetime in his mind, while the crew perceives only seconds to have passed (SNG #125, The Inner Light,1992).

And, in these few seconds, before I respond, with my emotions now wild with apprehension, my synapses dancing in new ways previously unknown to me, I see a flash of my future - I see that my days of "the good little boy" will be over in the next moment; that I will now disappoint, and cause grief, to parents and grandparents - especially, to my mother, who harbored a secret wish for me to be a priest; that I will now assume the mantle of "the black sheep" in my family and extended family; and even to friends and neighbors...

And, in the midst of this swirl of chaotic vision, a small voice, deep within, speaks to me, comforts me, but goads me:

 

  • "It is time to grow up now. And even though you have always wanted to be a loyal son, you cannot be a man, you cannot even be a true person, if you do not begin to think your own thoughts -because, there is something immoral, something inhuman, about denying your own judgment, and living according to someone else's script. And even if you are wrong, you must still do this, as you will correct your own errors in time; and you must do this, even if you are the only one, the only one in your family, or in your community, or in the universe, the only one who thinks as you think, right now; and even though you will suffer for this, even more than you now know, to a degree, which, if you truly knew, you might seriously hesitate - even so, you must do this, because your very sense of personhood is at stake here..."

 

And now, seeing, in an instant, all of this future trauma, I pull the trigger...

"I'm not going to confession tonight."

Dad at first says nothing - surely this is just a little communication error here - this good boy went to parochial school for 8 years and he must mean that he's going at another time - yes, that's it, of course.

I am asked for clarification. 

But it is 6 AM, September 1, 1939, and the cannons begin to roar at the Polish border.

And I say, "No, I'm not going to confession at all."

 

 

(1969) the tractor and trailer - stage props of a great drama in my life

 

 

Dad is not a fanatic - others are, but he's not. He's not pleased at this announcement, but there is no undue histrionics; others would play that role.

Some time passes, and Dad is trying to figure out how to deal with me. He comes up with the idea that maybe I will go with him to speak with a priest - "not that trouble-making young priest, but a real priest, a good one" - he's hoping, of course, that an aged religious official might do the trick, and defeat my arguments, which are merely "a phase" that I'm going through, anyway.

Reluctantly, in respectful deference to my father, I agree to this.

This was a most critical point in the negotiations. If Dad had thought about this more, and had taken me to see Father John Kuhn, a close relative, a real gentleman and saint of a man, I might have been persuaded to cool down and to work peacefully within the system, seeking for answers that way. And my life would have evolved along much different lines... but it seems that I was meant to grow in another more turbulent way, and to experience something else...

 

True Confessions

This local-chieftan priest is not happy to see me. And he is not impressed with my questions.

This is not only the most arrogant priest, but among the most unashamedly arrogant individuals, that I would meet in my entire life!

And look at him now, on stage, quite a good performance, actually:

And he puffs, and he struts, and he snorts, and he pouts, and he sneers, and he beats on his chest, with his lower lip extended in proper aristocratic fashion - as his spirit makes abundantly plain to me his sentiment:

"How dare you, you insolent and uppity young ******* pipsqueek, that you should, first of all, take my evening, and then sit there, and say that you don't believe what your Dad tells you to believe - not to mention what Holy Mother Church tells you to believe!"

And I know that this ecclesiastical politician is very threatened by me - he really doesn't know what to do with me - this is not the way it's supposed to work - he's not used to somebody answering back and questioning his pontification - and I know, because I can hear it in his dark malevolent tone, and I see it in his dark eyes, that if he could get away with it, he'd so quickly bring back those handy little tools that used to win all theological arguments, the torture devices of the Inquisition.

At this stage, this ingenue has not yet had the benefit of a large theological research library at his disposal - I know a few things, very few, and I bring them up - but I don't know too much - but what I do know is that this dark-spirited little man is lying to me - he cannot answer my questions, neither with any degree of equanimity nor reasonableness... so, in the spirit of that famous gangster, "When arguments fail, a gun can come in very handy," he tries to bully me, tries to push me around, and insult me.

 

 

  • Pope John Paul II: "Violence is a lie, for it goes against the truth of our faith, the truth of our humanity, the life, the freedom of human beings. Violence is a crime against humanity, for it destroys the very fabric of society … On my knees I beg you to turn away from the paths of violence and to return to the ways of peace." Editor's note: as I mentioned, I think, for my own development, heaven meant for me to take a different path at this point in my life... however, I am sure that if Dad had taken me to speak to an enlightened soul, as the one speaking here, I would very likely have remained in the ancestral religion, though, not as a true believer. John Paul II is one of my heroes - see the movie of his life sometime for examples of his bravery. It is so obvious that this man represented the highest spirit of excellence, of love and peace. Some time ago, I was reading some of the AfterLife testimonies, and it was mentioned that essentially all of the Popes of history were dark-spirited political animals; as such, they would inhabit lower regions of the Next World, unpleasant neighborhoods, temporary places where souls work out things with themselves before advancing to Summerland... however, it was mentioned that one Pope especially was different... a name was not given, but it was said that one exhibited the spirit of humanitarian love of an advanced soul. I would tend to think that this message referred to Pope John Paul II.

 

 

And this local church demagogue, this sophist, now just spews whatever the hell he wants to, knowing that he will not be held accountable. And he begins to make wild pronouncements like,

"If it weren't for Holy Mother Church, people like you wouldn't even have a Bible!"

That is a lie, and I knew it - but he is playing to the "swing voters in the middle," my Dad in the audience, who is listening to all this, and can't get a clue about any of this religio-techno jargon.

But, now, I stop playing the game. I'm done, and I'm not talking to you anymore, pal. It's so over, and I am so outta here.

And I am mad. And I am more than mad. I am enraged. I am seething and boiling - there is lightning in my veins - along with gross hatred in my heart.

 

  • And my deepest 17 year-old self makes a promise to myself, right there, on the spot - that I will never, ever, ever, allow anyone to do this to me again. And I will become an expert in all of this. And I will know everything about this. And no one will ever be able to lie this way to me again, and bully me again, and get away with it... and as my mother would say, mark my words!!...

 

Well, I made good on that promise - I did become an expert. But it took me decades, and the price was high, maybe higher than I would have been willing to pay had I really known.

But, allow me to say, that this rage and hatred in my heart shut down my emotions, shut down my true feelings, separated me from my true self... and from the people in my life who meant most to me... and would do so for many years to come.

I would now enter a long period, many years of hell-bent anger, and years of depression, years of being hard to live with. It would be some time before I realized, in my dark broodings, that I was in danger of becoming just like that little man who had vilified me. I am happy to report that I finally righted myself, and my healing continues today.

 

 

(1973) hey, that's me, in France - at the port of Calais - a ferry having just taken me across the English Channel from Dover - what am I doing so far from home?!

 

 
Research - if you're gonna do it, do it this way

I spent some time at a bible college - I made some life-long friends there; some of the professors, too, were very good to me; but, in the main, the faculty did not like me too much, and would not promote me:

"There you go thinking again! Why can't you just accept what our High Mucky-Muck Apostle says! you and your questions again - how disloyal of you! - why don't you just receive the precepts of God's Chosen Teachers - and, by the way, we'll never make you one of those, you know, we can see that right now!"

 

 

(1972) I look a little wooden here, don't you think? but also a little like Christopher Reeve - c'mon, admit it... well, maybe on a bad day for him. The grounds of this bible college, situated not far from London, with majestic cedars of Lebanon and manicured gardens, were wonderful, a former aristocrat's estate. Two faculty members, anomalous to the rest, keen intellects, true gentlemen and scholars, were very influential in my life: Dr. David Wainwright, of Oxford and the Sorbonne; and Sir Anthony Buzzard, a foreign language specialist, and of a noted British military family. Their warm and gracious spirits still live with me today, and I often think of things learned from them... and, hey, I am wearing one of Dad's ties - in some things, I will never change.

 

 

And I remember in class, in front of everyone, this instructor trying to insult me, point me out for ridicule, trying to put me down, because I had dared to question something he had said. How threatened he was.

I am reminded just now of Churchill's words:

 

  • "You see these dictators on their pedestals, surrounded by the bayonets of their soldiers and the truncheons of their police.Yet in their hearts there is unspoken - unspeakable! - fear. They are afraid of words and thoughts! Words spoken abroad, thoughts stirring at home, all the more powerful because they are forbidden. These terrify them. A little mouse - a little tiny mouse! - of thought appears in the room, and even the mightiest potentates are thrown into panic."

 

I love it! Yes, they are panicked and terrified by words and thoughts - because, as Betrand Russell said:

 

  • "Men fear thought as they fear nothing else on earth - more than ruin - more even than death... Thought is subversive and revolutionary, destructive and terrible, thought is merciless to privilege, established institutions, and comfortable habit. Thought looks into the pit of hell and is not afraid. Thought is great and swift and free, the light of the world, and the chief glory of man."

 

Wow... no wonder they hated me!

See, what I had done was to jump from one large cult religion to a small cult religion - the stage and props and dialogue were the same, only the actors and background scenery were different.

Cult leaders desperately want to control the flow of information to their party faithful... "we certainly wouldn't want your little heads to get confused or anything... so, don't read that, and you mustn't read this, and you're disloyal if you buy that book" - and what they frantically want you to do is to only read their approved and censored literature... "now, it's only for your own good, you know..."

The dictators of history always talk about taking away freedoms for the good of the people.

 

 

"Don't look behind that curtain!" said the Wizard of Oz...

Allow me to tell you about how I would research a subject.

If you want to find theological truth - that little part of the truth which might be had via academia (the best parts, in fact, are to be found elsewhere) - you have to approach it in the right way.

For example, if you were going to research the subject of hell, it would need to be done this way:

 

(1) Words

You must find all the occurrences of "hell" in the New Testament (NT).

To be thorough, you must also find all related terms such as "eternal fire," "everlasting fire," "eternal destruction," and many more.

 

  • Editor's note: Ok, I can see the worried looks out there - you are looking at those terrible little modifiers, "eternal" and "everlasting," those sweet little adjectives connected to fun words like "fire" and "destruction" - isn't that fun! that is so fun! and you have already surrendered to the fact that an ever-burning hell fire does, indeed, exist - well, I mean, what further evidence do we need? it's right there, in the Bible... but, see, what you don't know yet is how the game is played - here's one small point: hundreds of years ago, when the first major English translations were being produced, certain teams of translators just had no sense of humor at all - actually, the King didn't, which was even less funny - and when certain Greek words were translated you had to make real sure that your work conformed to the orthodox doctrines of the day, because there were a lotta people, ones who took themselves a little too seriously, running around who just couldn't take a joke and see their power over other people be diminished... so you translated certain words as severe and distorted replications of their former selves, now unrecognizable to their former selves... you see, "eternal" really isn't kinda as long as it used to be... you know, with inflation over the years, as bad as it's been, "eternal" has been whittled down to hardly more than a weekend or so, not much at all... I'd like you to look at this article by one of the leading biblical scholars of the 20th century in which he explains that "eternal" is not what you think it is. I will speak more on this in the future, but there is no ever-burning hell-fire - this idea is just one more of those little fun ideas dreamed up by church politicians to keep the troops in line. Isn't that fun! that is so fun!

 

And then you have to do the same thing in the Old Testament (OT).

Depending on the importance of the subject, meaning, the degree to which it is discussed in scripture, we are talking about hundreds, maybe thousands of references!

 

(2) Languages

There are jokes in theological circles about narrow-minded people who say, "If the King James Bible was good enough for Paul, it's good enough for me."

I hope you know why this is funny! ha, ha!

Today, we see the Bible written in English; even, American slang, if you want that.

But the NT was originally written in Greek - and some of it not in polished Greek, but just common street-language Greek.

The OT was written in Hebrew - a little bit in Chaldean, too, just to throw you off.

Now, this really jacks up complexity's order of magnitude here. Because, for example, a certain Greek word, in one instance, might be translated into English as "hell" - but elsewhere, that same Greek word might be translated as a different English word... now, is that nice? but that's some of the fun that different teams of translators had when they produced the English versions.

 

 

  • Editor's note: the various translation teams working on the 1611 King James version did not communicate very well with each other. In the Gospels, sometimes the Greek pneuma is translated as "Holy Spirit" - but in other places as "Holy Ghost"! ... hey, guys... I mean, really... Ghost?! ... Ghost?! ... that's your best shot for pneuma ?

 

 

Bottom line here, if you want to do a good job, you have to visit all of those Greek and Hebrew words, as well, to see how they were translated - just to make sure that you haven't missed something.

 

(3) History and Culture

If I mention "the 4th of July," you will immediately know that I am speaking of something more than a date on the calendar - because wrapped up in that little term is a great deal of history and meaning.

But if you had just arrived, let's say, from hundreds of years ago, and I used this phrase, you would take me literally, and totally miss my point and the deeper meaning.

This is how language works. And in Greek and Hebrew there are multiple thousands of these little metaphors, little abstract pictures of something else, packed with ancillary meaning - generally unknown to us today of a different culture, but common knowledge to anyone living back then.

This means, of course, that literal translations of words and phrases can be utterly misleading without additional knowledge relating to local culture... the literal interpretation of "4th of July" is merely a calendar date - and if that's all you see, you've missed the whole point.

 

(4) Archeology and New Discoveries

The Bible is actually a collection of nearly 70 separate documents, all sort of packaged together and sold, on sale, as a unit - that was very thoughtful of them - and these documents were all written over a period of 1500 years.

And, I don't know if you've noticed this, but words are slippery little buggers, they mean one thing here, and a different thing there - and, even worse, meanings tend to drift over time. Here's a tiny example - the little word "gay" - a generation or so ago, meant one thing, but it means something else today.

Some people think that the dictionary is "the law," and that we have to obey the meaning of words found there; the dictionary, in fact, is merely a report regarding current usage, what words mean -  today! Language is a living thing and merely reflects the changes we see in society.

So, if you're working with a Greek word, you have to know something about how that word was used at a particular time!

New discoveries in archeology can tell us how words evolved, how they were used at certain moment in time - and you have to keep up with the latest findings.

 

(5) Context

Let's say I use the word "run" - you say, hey, I know what the word "run" means - but I say, really? am I talking about a baseball term? that line in your nylons? a morning jog? fearful depositors demanding their money at the bank? the mode by which I am driven out of town - ha, ha!

A good dictionary might have dozens of meanings for this word - not all words are quite so hard to catch, but... in difficult cases, there's only one thing that can tell us what the author originally meant when he or she used the word "run" - and that is context.

If the author is talking about baseball, we can assume with some degree of confidence what "run" might mean in this context.

The same is true for divining the meaning of the biblical text. It is critical to ask the question, "What did this writer mean to say when he originally used this term? What is the flow of his argument? What is the overall sense of the message he's trying to convey? What is his purpose of writing? What is the overall context?"

And it is right here - exactly here - that so many cult leaders, small and great, bless their little shrivelled hearts - love to cheat at the game. Because, they will tell you, with a solemn and severe face, that John spoke of runs in his stocking, when any honest reader can see that John is talking about being run out of town! ha, ha!

It really is like that. And this is how cult figures make the Bible sing and dance and say whatever the hell they want it to say. They cheat - and just inject their own private thoughts, irrespective of context - and then they will tell you not to look behind that curtain, because you might notice the context, and then the fun game will be over... for them.

 

(6) Major Interpretations

Cult chieftans, in their efforts to shape the minds of their sheep, will try to tell you that a certain book, or a certain doctrine, has only one legitimate meaning, only one interpretation... their's, of course.

The reality, among reputable scholars, is that often there will be several possible interpretations - this is to be expected as absolute knowledge is a little hard to come by in this world, and reasonable minds can differ, each offering a somewhat varied editorial comment.

For example, the Book of Revelation is such a favorite and fun little book for demagogues - such a playground where you can play all sorts of exciting games.

 

  • There are five or six major interpretations of Revelation - but cult leaders will virtually always tell you about only one - the one about the Beast in Europe, and we'll all be killed soon, except those in our church, of course, because God loves us best, and we will be protected while we watch the rest of the world fry. Isn't that fun? That is so fun! This interpretation of Revelation is pathetic, actually, with no contextual support, and you really have to do an unscholarly song and dance to choose this one - but they really like this one because the fear generated here helps control the masses.

 

You know, there really is a good message in that little book - I can't get into it right now - but you will never hear about it from your friendly neighborhood cult power-broker.

 

(7) Church History

Part of the search for doctrinal truth must focus on current official positions. And questions must be asked regarding why, historically, certain positions were taken - in the face of many other options. And you must listen closely to the party-line answers given to defend decisions made way back then.

Can it pass the smell test?

Many of you are not impressed with what's happening in politics and in Congress today; you are not impressed with the raw ambition; the self-dealing; the constant flow of lies; the fraud and corruption... and is there even one person who is working for the people? - and not for a large pension, free health care, and a legacy.

And yet many of you might be offended for me to suggest that an august Church "Congress" of the past, might have issued decrees that were something less than spiritually motivated.

The problem, for true believers, is that we have abundant historical records indicating that what today passes for "God's Law" and "God's Truth" and "God's True Doctrines" were once railroaded into legislation, and popular acceptance, with motivations and bully-tactics that we might see in some southside Chicago gangland thuggery... and we must understand that even thuggery, sanctified by the passage of much time, with official history written by the victors - please, step back from that curtain, don't make me tell you again  - can take on an institutionalized veneer of respectability.

If you don't know this, then I am sorry to be the one to break the news to you - but, in the main, the popular doctrines of Christianity, today - the way they have been presented to the masses - is nothing more than a great power-play, an effort to control people for some elite group's private gain. And any scholar worth his letters knows this.

 

 

Jewish historian, Dr. Richard E. Rubenstein, invested 15 years tracking down various sources and piecing together a picture of a tawdry state of corrupt church politics and thuggery. For hundreds of years, so-called church councils were little more than opportunities for various church factions to grandstand before the Emperor, hoping that he would elevate them to power. Mafia-like, these party-factions engaged in all manner of murder and vice as they attempted to wipe each other out! They knew how to have fun! such a good time!

 

 

And when one studies in such a manner over many years, employing this kind of methodology, this kind of depth, one develops a kind of x-ray vision, allowing one to see the skeleton, sinew, and cells of a subject, as large numbers of references pop into the brain at the mention of the major theological topics - it's like seeing the building blocks, the DNA, the molecules and atoms, jumping and dancing, regarding the deep substrata of what is passed off to the public as inevitable gospel truth!

Such insight, for me, was a tremendous intellectual high.

I lived in this whole research process, most of my spare time, for nearly 30 years - I estimate investing, maybe, nearly 40,000 hours, the equivalent of many Ph.Ds - I don't do it all anymore, done enough, stopped 10 years ago. Some time I'll tell you what the head of the philosophy department at California State University said about my writings.

But information like this can make people just spitting mad - yeah, I know, I've been all through that. The question, however, is - do you want to know what's real? or do you want to be led around by your local Wizard of Oz who keeps telling you not to look behind that curtain.

Some of you have already stopped reading this, you are so mad. I know that, too. But I also know that you'll one day agree with me. The universe, and our place in it, has been constructed such that all will eventually see the light, how things really are - but, ya gotta wanna - and, for some, that will take a good while yet.

People who have not done much biblical research might assume that such enquiry will be a most pleasant inspirational Sunday picnic... getting closer to God with each passing minute... and, can't you hear them, the birds are singing sweetly, and the sun is warming our faces... and our hearts, too... as we are just reading all these wonderful things about the Bible - and ain't it great...

Well, not quite.

If you look at things with any depth at all, if you go beyond the approved literature of your church, you are going to feel the heat pretty soon... you're going to have to admit that you've been wrong about alotta stuff!

 

  • The theological world in which you grew up, and now live, has been carefully constructed by power-hungry church politicians. And if you disagree with this, I will just say to you, for starters... did you ever notice what the local cult leaders, 2000 years ago, did to Jesus - Jesus, that Perfect Man - when he disagreed with them?

 

There is so much money involved in all of this, so much power over people - and the history of this troubled world is largely a chronicle of our wars, the efforts of the few to dominate the masses - some historians have commented that we wouldn't even have history but for the wars and the thuggery.

But if you want to finally surmount all of this, and find out what's real, if you're ready to pull that trigger - the information is out there - but the gatekeepers to the kingdom, those collecting tolls at the entrance, will try to keep you from looking behind that curtain, and they will attempt to do so with all manner of intimidation, fear-tactics, and guilt-trips.

 

  • And even if you have the guts to fight them, you will not feel pretty in all of this - because you're going to get beaten up, every day, for a long time to come - because you are going to learn that you have been wrong, almost all wrong, and that's a hard thing - it's damn hard to admit that decades of your life were wasted on propaganda; worse, hard to know that you could have been enjoying an understanding of how things really are! it's hard to admit that you've been lied to, and made merchandise of, at every turn - and you will have to throw out, as garbage of the mind, almost everything that your grandmother swore, on her white wedding Bible, was gospel-true... but she was wrong, too.

 

And it's hard to admit that all of your time devoted to the church choir, or bake sales, and so many other activities - the number of which, merely to contemplate the time-demands, might make one break out in a cold sweat - will earn you zero points, a big fat zero, regarding making any difference in any cosmic accounting of things; and your nice neighborhood priest, or your nice minister - the ones that smile at you, and pat the heads of your kids every week - it's hard to admit that they've been a part of such tawdry historical procedure - and many of them are very nice, but many of them are just as ignorant of the things spoken of here as any - though nice, many are incompetent, essentially uneducated, poorly educated, mere underling technicians, and have no clear idea of the things of which they speak, and have merely read what they were told to read, and that's all they know.

 

  • So, if you begin this journey - and we'll all begin it at some point - this journey into the light, into Reality, it will be a long journey; in fact, it will never, ever end; and for the next million years you will continue at this, always learning more, always coming, more and more, into the light, your fears being reduced, and your heart continually opening...

 

So, this is just one man explaining what happened to him... one man in the wilderness... one man still searching and fumbling in the dark - but, I'm happy to report, it's not quite as dark as it used to be...

Pack light for the trip... I'll bring the beer... because we won't be going for the kool-aid too much any more...

 

 

 

 



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