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Vote for a supreme-being and string
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In the modern world of digital communication where messages travel at close to the speed of light (c=300,000 km/s or 186,000 miles/second - almost) I am disappointed that my prayers are still sent by second-class snail-mail. During the summer I hoped for rain and now in October it rains. Hey, cancel my request! 'Who ordered this rain', I ask my neighbours. 'I am not paying for it.' I tell them.Whoever is in charge of the weather is plainly overworked and has no time to adjust it in real-time. With a billion hopes and desires flowing into an over-run system every minute I think it may be time for an update or perhaps more pertinently a change of staff. Yet, my neighbours with tumble-dryers don't give a rat's tail about the weather; they have long ago given up on the poor doddering fool that God delegated the climate to. I feel a riot coming on; 'Bring back God. We keep voting for God but the elections seemed rigged, and we never get God!'
I suppose if I was more litigious I might try to sue God as I believe others have tried to do. According to Wikipedia, in 1969, an Arizonian lawyer acting on behalf of Betty Penrose sought $100,000 in damages because God supposedly owned the property that Penrose lived in and struck it with lightning. The argument rested on a singer, Lou Gottlieb, leaving the deed to the property to God only a week before. The deed was ruled invalid because God was unable to take possession of the property, and so the argument failed.
In 1969? Good Crikeyness! There was some good LSD around in those days though. I think the federal government should have sued the Grateful Dead sound engineer Owsley Stanley for making such ultra-pure acid in the mid to late nineteen-sixties, and helping to egregiously mix the world of weirdness (people's imagination) with the real world of logic (the legal system and argument). But, when he started producing his acid in 1965 it was perfectly legal.
Now, I have always thought that the spirit world reacts fairy quickly but never instantaneously. It seems to me that every incidence in the world is carefully considered and a measured response is implemented. If I curse my neighbour this morning he will not have bad skin this afternoon. It takes time. Perhaps things shouldn't be too obvious. I mean witches were killed not so long ago and no doubt it has been decided that they need time to get away from the scenes of their nefarious activities before change occurs.
I have also always thought that taking hallucinogenics is a clumsy way to tear the veil that separates the real world from the spirit world. Jack Nicholson as Colonel Nathan R. Jessep, USMC, shouts in a courtroom in the 1992 film, 'A Few Good Men', 'You can't handle the truth!' That outburst could be directed towards the clumsy buffoons who pull the spirit-curtain to the side and idiotically peer in. Just like opening Pandora's Box they release chaos. But, unlike the controlled release of spiritual effect that is afforded to witches who have been patient in their studies and gained an understanding of the world, both physical and spiritual, and understand where liminal spaces are, the leering tripper is subjected to a life-long affliction; they will make mistakes that seem normal to them. Suing God is a good idea because they believe they have, over time, become familiar with the spirit world. I suggest, if they don't pack up those kind of thoughts quickly they can expect a rubber room and some injections every now and again.
I am fairly sure, these days, there are a lot of people praying for a new partner or for fame or something else that clogs up the route to the spirit world, and soon it will get worse while billions of people begin their prayers for material goods; those optional and discretionary goods that clutter and confuse the world. I should like to see shoes made from used African car tyres on the fashion catwalks in place of strappy high-heels. That is not to say I don't like a strappy high heel shoe on a woman's foot; I do, but it could be made with the string in the garden that is no longer used to tie the runner bean plants to the stakes.