The time, the time had come to wake. The dead slept still and waited peacefully to breathe again. The people, the crowd, they all gathered around. They waited for the bells to bring the church to life once again. Ding dong, sing song, it shouted through the fog, we all lifted our heads to nod at Pastor Tom. The crowd, the crowd entered the church. It was the small town's most celebrated hour in this peaceful time of ears.
The people, the people came to "hi". The priest read from the Gospel and sprayed the same message on each day. And he admitted on this day that he would retire from his post at last. "I am a man of faith, deep faith, but no more can my voice send through the dark these days."
Who then, who then shall run this church! Who then shall share with us the blessed words of Father God? Pastor Tom was ready to announce the new replacement. His name's Brandon, he moved here recently. Doesn't say a word, so contemplative, wondering what's on his mind.
"Morning everyone." Sunday's chapel, the first one with new man. The last priest wore black but this one chooses to wear white. The choir did its thing and the people clapped as they do. No one had expectations but all sat in vivid fascination.
"How lovely, how lovely, to speak the word of God to this wonderful crowd." They watched as he spoke of the treatise predestination. That a person is chosen before being born their final day. That with each breath some souls come close to hell and God allows and likes it.
"So there you have it. You're going to heaven or hell and it's already decided for you so you don't even get to make the choice. You can pretend to have made the choice, but if a divine being tells you you are to live it knows how you are to die and the fate of it all before time as we know it."
The crowd looked shocked. Surely this man spoke of less inflammatory matters? To say anyone is going to hell in this church takes balls.
The new priest held the Bible up on the podium. He looked straight at the cover page and held it just over his eyes. "This book is holy and it is whole, but we humans simply are not." He slammed the Bible down. The crowd watched disgraced.
When the sermon was over, the people were mad. This is the new priest? This negative young hooligan? Damning us? What rotten force does he think he is anyway?
The priest went to his home and took his Bible to his office. This book was all he had ever known once. These pages and lines of fine script. But once you've read every page and every line, there's still questions that don't have answers.
Why this complicated mess of an elongated metaphor? Why these strange scenes and all these mean screams? Why the wrath of God upon his own?
The waves. The waves. The empty words array. This opportunity to teach found him in deep despair. He sighs, he nods, he wonders what comes next. He wants to walk in there and teach a simple code to us.
A simple code? How strangely opportune? That he could not come up with one simple code from the book. This mass, this mass array of codes. It sends the rockets leeching through the stratosphere now.
And space. He sees it soar in space. The stars, the moon, the sun, they answer you are the key. The key. The key. Which he forgot to see. Is not to worship anyone but love yourself in whole, you know?
The people gathered again. The church bells rang. This gathering had fewer folks. No one wishing to receive the disappointment. He nods, he looks around and sighs. No one wants truth but now they'll get a dose of it.
"Only 30 of us here today. More quiet than the usual 60. We all are here to learn. We want the path to salvation already. Why must I wait till I die to go to heaven? Because suffering on earth isn't meant to be forever.
I think heaven exists in this realm. Once you find yourself. I know I preach for a Christian church, but I don't preach to love anyone but you. You find God's love when you find it for you. You find Jesus's love when you realize he probably should've loved himself more and maybe he wouldn't have enacted his own dramatic martyresque death and enslaved the minds of millions to a doctrine of forgiveness malnourished into a doctrine of fear and anger at what we assume to be God's wrath. I say God's wrath is the human self's choice to receive. You who call upon his wrath will have it, you who call upon his love will have it. Ask god what you want, and what you think you deserve you will have. What you think you deserve must come from a place of true self love to ever reach higher consciousness."
A man in the stands raised his hand to speak, but he seemed reluctant to argue at all. "If I may, I think you should stick to the scripture, it hasn't failed us yet and I don't see why you think it will."
The priest shook his head. These men, these fiends, these allies of decree, are stuck on code instead of living in simplicity. The holy book can't be correct if so many wear it to their hearts and still remain unable to find the goodness and clarity of freedom from suffering.
"No. You see, this book traps us. It keeps us caged inside -- it wants us all to study it as textbook universal morality. It's important to develop, you want your own values, you want your opinions not the masses of shared unitary blockages in dogma. You get stuck by the code that goes in circles, and get encircled by the code that wraps in a line. If you head straight, you will eventually arrive at your path to journey. And when you journey for your spirit, there is no holy scripture, just the wisdom of the heart protruding that which knows to be the good and truth."
Another person from the stands prepared to argue: "Listen sir, not to interrupt your sermon but I don't follow this new religion of yours."
"WHAT RELIGION! Have I even mentioned religion today? I am DONE with religion. The holy books from outside have NOT SERVED MY HAPPINESS." And the pastor walked off stage, with a loud crash he stormed from the church site, slamming behind him the door.
Never wanna spell it out.
I just wanna say that it's all my fault. I could never spell it out.
I don't wanna fix your tie.
NEVER WANT TO SAY WE'RE SAD
THANKFUL THAT WE GOT SOME CHANCE
I know you won't get back your time,
I wish that you could take it back.
Beyond all ideas of right and wrong there is a field,
I will be meeting you there.