Easter Fetus, Jesus is a Migrant Fruit Picker.

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  It's Easter in Pagan Christian land across this great land, in year of our Foul Lord April 2020.  Moments like these remind of my grandmother, who was the most devoted Catholic the Pope could ever want in his rows of pews. The old school kind, the one's who lived through utter suffering, and still suffered even more in soul and spirituality, never worthy, always in constant debt and willful agony.

'The patriarchal aspect of Christianity does indeed hold the majority of its believers down, extremely cruelly. (By puritanism I mean a distrust in the sensual, an aversion to physicality — specifically sexuality — and an idolatry for overwork. All this results in plain old boring masochism.)'
-Bryan Ray "Narcissising On Turkey Day" 2019

My grandmother was a life long Catholic (one of the old one's who spoke Latin) and she continuously punished herself constantly about how such a horrible sinner she was, and so to appease Jehovah, she would pray for hours on end for her soul, and she prayed for all of the family as well, because my parents exited the Church when I was a wee lad, and that would make my grandmother worry beyond believe that we were all doomed to eternal flames of Hell. And she herself, her own soul, she doubted was ever going to go straight to Heaven, because of her shortcomings, (she actually thought she was a horrible person, she would never say why, she had many secrets in her past) They should of made her a damn saint. Of course, when she died we figured a lot out and it turned out to be trivial, and not really "bad" at all, but old religion made it bad.)

So Catholics believe in Purgatory, this is a sort of half way house to Heaven. Where you must now pray even more to get into HellHaven, and you could wait 666 years or 777 years, maybe life enternal plus 1, only God knows when your aloud into this precious kingdom, and the living family must also pray for you and pay penance (money) to donations to the church and light candles and have mass said in your name, and a lot of neat tricks. So this Purgatory was like some sort of debtor'$ prison for OK souls. (Unlike your sweetheart who is an angel walking on Earth, those lucky one's always float right up to Heaven by passing the debtor's prison cells.) Unlike us, myself included, and my poor Grandma, we are doomed. She would literally fall asleep at night staying up until late into the evening praying constantly for herself and everyone else. She would wear rosaries out, her son, my father would say. This was her life day in and day out, except for the boring inbetweens, but ultimately praying and going to Church and reading Catholic apologetic books. (These are books written by Vatican Theologians who tried to explain away the horrific past acts of Pope's, The Crusades, and general torture and death of people in the name of Jehovah and the plight of the Church over the Centuries.) ((As well as reading other books that men of the cloth wrote to debunk scientific things like evolution, the age of the planet and universe, dinosauers, carbon dating and other such musings. [Yet they believe in imaginary things themselves] many of these books written by PhD men, with a heavy pedigree in Catholicism of course!)) This was her life, and going to Church, never missed a Sunday except when she was a child and deathly sick, she hated that. She lived to be in her late 80's. I always felt so sorry for her, and she really tortured herself for really no reason at all, and she was very poor, but always gave her %15 to "holy causes." She was the most humble person I've ever met in my life, and she taught me patience. She used to make piles of plastic rosaries to send to Africa, Haiti, wherever, paying for all the supplies, making the assembly her meditation and prayer. Even when she went on vacation to Ireland, my dad bought her the trip, for she could look into our descendants bone's and tree roots, most of the time was mostly spent sitting in Churches and praying in the old country, yes some beautiful churches, but that was all she devoted her life to. God, and the Eucharist Upon The Alter. She used to tell me how some monks in old times would actually whip themselves with multiple leather straps affixed to a wooden handle while on their knee's praying because they were not worthy of God's love, His forgiveness of giving his only Begotton Son, and many times the skin was broken, and the blood started to flow, again, a kind of penance and punishment to atone for one's fallen grace of existence.(even though it was Eve's fault [woman]) (example of misogyny, for the one who bear's child is creation, but only if it were not for thou manly rib cage, the bone from Adam) 

Sometimes, she spoke of it so passionately, I thought if she could whip herself to a bloody mess, that she would, and it would please her, for a little while, for constant misery loves constant company, satisfying that urge is impossible, for you are human, your are a sinner, you are unworthy, and God had better plans for Christ, but no, you JUST HAD TO SIN, WITH THAT VILE WOMAN HANDING YOU THAT APPLE!? The blood of Christ, how could we let his life forces be sacrificed? For all the world would still suffer less (MORE), cuz Jesus never got to become a economist like his life long dream.

     Easter was always the happiest I saw Grandma, other than her undying love for all her family. The RESURRECTION was a time of joy, so Christ was to decend into his father's handy work, that place he created called HELL, and look upon the suffering poor souls, who lost the only chance they had, and he waved at them! Said hello, gave a few autographs, had a meeting with Lucifer, telling him the good job he he was doing being such a good adversary he was, said his final farewells with a full Satanic Parade, and then ascended into Heaven, to sit on the right hand side of his Father, that guy he never liked, and always kinda despised growing up, ya know,Yahweh was an absent Father, leaving him with his single mother Mary to raise him all by herself, so finally when he got to finally sit next to his father, after 30 or so years of NOT EVEN a letter, he kinda was damaged goods as a middle aged resurrected Jesus Godhead. Yeah, he got all those cool earthly powers from being Dad's son, but those GIFTS never made up for not having a Dad to grow up with. How would you like being the only kid in school that never had to learn with training wheels to ride your bike? Every kid kinda made fun of his saintly glow, he never really had to try at anything, he was a born natural, and that angered him growing up, Jesus was a MAN? RIGHT? Then why can't he go swimming like all the regular kids can? He was doomed to walk on water forever, and everytime he touched water it turned to wine, so Jesus became a degenerate drunk, the disciples left this out, cause it was a sad time for Jesus, he had so much animosity for his father, that drinking was really his true escape.  Jesus would embarrass himself at the tavern late at night in Bethlehem, screaming obscenities to the shocked patron's, he really seemed like the guy who 'had it all figured out.' But he wasn't that at all, he was hurt inside. Daddy never loved him, or did he?

He then got a vision one day in the garden, and he knew he was going to die a horrible death, and God, his rich Father, was kinda getting a little pissed off with his drunken behavior and all the people he kept healing, and nobody was dying and heaven was getting quite empty, and Hell was running a huge economic crisis of soul torturing too. The whole thing was going out of whack and out of universal alignment, so Jesus sobered up, and got ready for his special day with fate.  For he was the SACRIFICIAL LAMB.

   Every Easter my Grandmother would bake a cake in the shape of a lamb. She was very good at baking. It was a coconut cake, with white pure icing with coconut shavings as the lamb's wool, and 2 black raisin eyes, and a cherry nose. The lamb would be in the sitting, resting position on a bed of green dyed coconut, sitting lazily in the grass, waiting for its throat to be cut, the head would always have to have internal toothpicks in its neck to hold it up, it was quite elaborate, as the body and head was cast in separate cake molds. After our farewell Easter dinner, we would sacrifice that Lamb every year, I also wanted to tell her that she should fill the inside of the cake with red jelly, so when we cut into it, the blood would flow, it would of made the fun more REAL! I MEAN that was the symbolism we were lusting for! Death in exchange for everlasting Life and Glory in the Kingdom of Heaven, the only place where everything is a perfect Utopia, as long as you had a ticket for the enternal ride. Grandma used to say, that prior to Jesus, those dirty Jews, who didnt yet have Catholicism, since Jesus had to come first then they should of all converted to the brand new CAR to take rides in(religion) because those old ways are outdated. So Jews had to sacrifice a Lamb every year to atone for their sins. And that was very much like idol worship, and it was kinda creeping out God the Father, so he updated the software for Jesus would become the Lamb, so we didnt have to kill lambs anymore in the name of Yahweh and we could just enjoy them for wool coats and meat. This sacrificing is getting a little old, (ask Abraham) so Jesus was going to be the last sacrifice, and it makes sense, as we are nothing like livestock, or wooly lambs, but maybe we are? OUR HERD MENTALITY (SideNote: I said dirty Jew cuz I wanted to enrage the reader, don't worry we ALL are dirty, and my Grandma never had a bad bone in her body, she just didnt want hell so filled up with souls who can't convert to Catholicism, cuz unless you do, your pretty much fucked and going to hell, those filthy Protestants too, you fools are no more safe then Jews!) That was part of her prayers, to save mankins thru the Eucharist, thru the Catholic Church, through the body and blood of Jesus Christ!

Other then Easter, Jesus's Birthday, and family, my other Grandmothers greatest achievements was waving at Pope John Paul II and meeting Mother Teresa. I am glad she didn't live to see the Refermation of the Catholic Church, she knew it was coming, those evil LIBERAL'S always eating from the inside out, staining everything they touch, she would of been good friends with the Evangelical's, as they hold the last bastion of pale Fundamentalist Faith in huge numbers. I am glad her suffering is over. She was stronger than she gave herself credit for. When her time came, she decided to starve herself, and refused food and water, as she knew this was the only way she could legally end her life. She was fasting for one last time, she went into 24/7 prayer and meditation, only sleeping. Soon, she pissed blood, and was moved to the hospital, I remember visiting her the last time, she was hallucinating, looking at sorta like Angel's in the room, and she then would snap out of it and look at me and recognize me, then call me by a different name, possibly my Dad's father we never knew, as we have our dashing looks from, past down into hereditary, she called me John, that was him, the secret she kept, the truck driver who had 2 families, 2 wives, in 2 cities. For I am not a Baldwin, but a Harkin, a hole left in my family tree, it was amazing we even found out that much, she choose to die with those things. She was in a state of bliss,then went into a death coma, and was in the process of being moved from the hospital to Hospice, and died on the short trip. That was the first time I ever saw a dead body, within minutes the body puffs up like a blow fish, they laid her in her bed, in her appointed room, as we were all going to meet her there so we could say goodbye and finally legally be able to give her a lethal dose of Morphine, but she decided otherwise, to die alone. It was also my exposure to the sins of health care and end of life care within the system. Its sad,It's sad, its lonely, and it smells like piss and shit, and death. A true sin indeed. Now she can rest, finally. So every Easter, I think of her, and meditate on her and the powers she never knew she was capable of. RiP Virginia, YAYA.

Could COVID 19 be the Second Coming of Jesus?
 
   Maybe all the priest's and pastor's are seeing this the wrong way? Perhaps this is Christ? Isn't this virus made by the very hands of God that molded the very skeleton and flesh you walk in? Maybe the world needs awakening, a knock on the door. And when that happens, you know a bunch of bodies are going to pile up high. For this coming tastes of Old Testament Jehovah, (remember the TRINITY, even Peaceful Jesus can be blamed for this plague.) The darkness always brings the LIGHT. And us mammals don't seem to get the point with Love and Peace, death always gets the utter most attention, and the fact that your species could very well be wiped clean. And that's just a warning, after the pandemic, you still have to face the fact your trashing the very thing you live on, EARTH. And it's completely capable of healing itself when we change what we do, and quickly too! This mud ball Earth is a truly amazing organism we live on, it's really OUR heaven, our only chance of achieving it, cuz when your dead, your recycled for NEW life has a chance at a glimmer of maybe experiencing bliss for a few seconds, a scant glimpse, if only things weren't this way or that, if only we did things differently, and now were stuck, once again, right where we began, just more entrenched than ever before, or are we? Nothing has changed, only that the chariots turned into cars, and the huts morphed into buildings. We are still tribal man and woman, living in the jungles, living off the lands, the opaque illusions glitter like gold, digital minds stole. I sometimes envy Salvador Dali, for he claims to have visions and feelings of floating inside his mother's womb. Connected to her through the placenta and umbilical cord, the life line from Mother to Babe, floating in zero G fluid, free of oxygen polluted air, free from fear, lust, in a blissful heaven, suspended in liquid fluid flow, but then he said he also remembered the worst day of his life, being born. Being ripped from that blissful heaven and thrown into destiny of now, the reality of living no longer in your mothers womb, and the feeling of loss. I don't doubt that Dali had memories of this state, it's perfectly explainable when we look at the human brain, like my grandmother dying and hallucinating, talking to others in the room, why not a man remembering and feeling oneself growing in the mother's womb, or even being born? Certainly not something that every man would remember quite easily, but Dali was not every man, and regardless, even if he made it up, (as he was known for exaggerations of grandiose) the concept is fascinating. The EGG. Cracking from the shell comes the baby! ANEW! Like Easter and it's eggs. Symbolism left over from those Roman's who converted to Christianity, holding on to old traditions and symbolism, and it bleeding into Christian dogma, even ritualistic apart of our very society. The bunny, sure enough a sign of Spring! Everything awakens NEW from the DEATH and slumber of WINTER, the first flowers, the the new baby BUNNIES born, emerging with Mother Bunny from hibernation,nine the warm comfortable womb of our winter dens, where we were born and now the ice melts, and it warms, the eggs hatch, the baby BUNNIES run into the new flowering meadow, hopping along with Mommy! The Pagan celebration of The Spring Equinox, to watch the ground melt, to run barefoot in the grass and not snow, the planting of new SEEDS to SOW and start a new CROP, to resurrect from the cold winter and go a new again. The perfect time symbolically for the Resurrection of Jesus Christ, these feelings were always around us as beings, long before the concept of Christ was invented from the Prophet Carpenter Guy. And these Equinoxes of change can always be applied to your cycle of your very life and existence, hence why our ancestors praised the Earth and reality surrounding them and everyday life, year after year, the cycle of our lives in conjunction with our environment, our womb. You reap the harvest you sow. Enough of this Easter talk, it's just sterilized redundancy now, the life has been sucked dry of its marrow, now it's just bones. Just like Thanksgiving, or any other present day holidays, gleaming lights to progress, industrialization, marketing, and idols to Captialism. And will any of these things ever be the same? The world asking, CAN WE BE NORMAL AGAIN? What exactly is normal? The way things used to be? Where I could hug you, open a Xmas present next to you, run in the grass hand in hand with you without worrying about hand sanitizer and toilet paper bidet dreams? That normal? Kinda like it was before 9/11, and kinda like before Vietnam, and kinda like before Korea, and kinda like before Pearl Harbor, before WWII and WWI and, kinda like before The Black Plague? Kinda like way back then? Or was it the Gardens of Eden? That's the true place to place blame and wonder, cuz way back then we were nude, and gay, and like bunnies hopping around finding our hidden painted, pretty eggs, hidden within the bushes. Will COVID19 be like what happened after the Black Plague? The rebirth of man? The end of Feudalism? The rich pouring they're GOLD into science, art, The RENAISSANCE! But even better than before! Man's second Renaissance, but this time without WAR. Or could it be just a glimmer of foolish optimistic hopeful dreams, because sadly, nowadays we slush back into old ways, even when woke up, given a unique opportunity to let the blind see,the robot race a big knock on it's proverbial door, and say, hey, think about this, is this acceptable, are you going to keep letting them walk all over us for profits? For fame? For ego worship? For numbers on a screen, for money that never really existed? The debt of your soul and the debt of your existential existence, real and imagined, was it worth it? The sweaty palms, the house of cards, the shell game, the house always wins, and as long as we keep a greater number of people asleep, we can overmpower the one's awake, and they can manipulate the scales of power, always in their everlasting grasp.

'I will go as far as any man will go, until you stop me.' --Constantine

 Now, a virus, measuring 10 times larger than the smallest particle known to man (smallest is 0.06MICRONS) the COVID19 is .124 MICRONS in size. Smaller then PM2.5 (PM2.5 refers to atmospheric particulate matter (PM) that have a diameter of less than 2.5 micrometers, which is about 3% the diameter of a human hair.

Commonly written as PM_2.5, particles in this category are so small that they can only be detected with an electron microscope. Covid19 is smaller then Bacteria. It's tiny. (We use CoVid19 pretty loosely, as that is what the sickness is called once you show signs, mainly respiratory, which makes sense, a particle that small will get lodged deep within the lungs. Like MOLD spores, planting EGGS OF RESPIRATORY RESURRECTION.) Why did my FONT CHANGE?

The LORD HAS RISEN. PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER. HE NEEDS YOUR UNDYING VOTES THIS ELECTION.

COVID 19,the 2nd Black Plague? The worst pandemic in human history. IS this the next chapter, or is this something we will have to get used to in THE FUTURE?

THE YEAR IS 2099. Your sitting on your couch in your comfortable living quarters, deep under the Earth's soil, underneath the old home your ancestors owned, past generations ago, a relic from the past, when people had those things called a Mortgage. And those God awful scams of banks and wealth, the good ole days.

  Your sitting there, reading a new book online, and soon you look at your watch, you have a business meeting soon on the Social Distancing Network, a free virtual reality HUB where we conduct business, trade, and have social playtime, in a Virtual Reality lens implanted into our eyes cornea at BIRTH. This makes sure WE ARE SAFE. Just then, you see on your camera your room mate coming in from the radiation of the surface, he is approved by The Medical Co-OP to be able to live with you, he has proof of all his necessary shots and vaccinations, all the proper paperwork, and is allowed into certain area's of the scant city above. As ALSO do you, the program protects all who follow the protocols. After your cleared, you get a barcode implanted under your wrist so you can BE scanned to access virus free areas of society. Still, strict measure's must be followed and your expected to have self reliance and common sense, infection can still happen in a tightly controlled society, viruses mutate, they change, antibiotics no longer work against even a simple bacterial infection, these mindless,.microbes control us now in reality, eventually people put down the weapons, abandoned politicians, dismantled the missiles, took apart the war machines. Because now the real enemy is invisible, and doesn't think, and doesn't care what religion you are, what the color of your skin is, if your rich or poor, smart or ignorant. YOUR JUST A HOST.

So, your sitting on your couch in this future world, remember? And your room mate alerts your entry way security cornea cam. The underground vault hisses as it opens, and he walks into the safety of underground life.

"Hey ByUrn, how is your safety today?"

You say as you turn away from your HUB screen, getting ready for your meeting, while greeting your safe roommate, IQ of 199, slightly higher than yours, but you were deemed as, 'Street Smarty,' a skill you can't teach.

ByUrn responds: "Ohhhhh ya know, as safe as can ever be my friend, RyeEyeN, bless your mind."

You smile, and say:

"....and bless your mind as well gentle brother being. "

    ByUrn saunters off, stripping his many robes away onto the floor, floating to the kitchen to make a vegetable protein  sinew sandwich.  You think to yourself, for such a smart being, ByUrn sure is messy, leaving endless Kingly robes all over the shared domicile. But, Kings no longer exist, so why not let him have some fun?!
   
     You look at your watch, meeting running late as the HUB blank's a ready cursor. You then eye something out of the corner of your robotic eye (the right hand of the Father) it's in the lime green shag carpet. BEACH SAND! You grimace, your skin crawls, and you cant breath, your stricken with fear, you scream out to ByUrn.

"ByURN! BYURN! COME QUICK! OH MY BEINGS! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?! WHERE DID YOU GO?!"

ByUrn takes his time, at least it seems so, every second like hours. He waddles in, with his comfy, home safety relax 1000 robe deluxe hanging barely off his shoulders, special sauce in the corner of his mouth, and utters,

"Wha?"

You, by now are pacing the room, sweating profusely, you stop, and say forcefully:

"ByUrn, WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU GO? WHAT IS THIS SUBSTANCE FROM YOUR  SHOES? ON THE FLOOR?! IN MY VINTAGE LIME GREEN SHAG CARPET FROM AMAZON?"

ByUrn replies,

   "Oh, that's just sand, I went to the beach for a walk, it's the down time for traffic from other safe people, thought I would get some much needed sun radiation and......"

You interrupt now yelling,

"WHAT YOU FOOL! DID YOU SHUT YOUR NOTIFICATIONS OFF FROM CENTRAL? FUCK FUCK! FUUUCCKK! "

"Well, yeah, I was taking my peaceful time, and was admiring the waves, I just forgot to turn it back on, why? What's up?"

He says unconcerned.

You start to hyper ventilate, and finally got a breath and said,

"IT'S THE NEW COVID 319 SEA SAR YOU FUCKER! IT WAS JUST NOTIFIED AS A NEW VIRUS SPREAD BY WAVES OF THE OCEAN FROM AUSTRALIA! THE WAVES CRASH ON THE SHORE AND THE VIRUS ATTACHS ITSELF TO SAND PARTICLES, YOU JUST INFECTED OUR HOME YOU SMART IDIOT, DIDN'T I TELL YOU TO KEEP YOUR VIRAL NOTIFICATIONS ON! SHIT, GET THE HEPA VACCUM, WE HAVE LITTLE TIME ITS GOING TO GO INTO THE AIR AND....ACK EEEK, AND, I, ACK......"

Just then, RyeEyeN starts choking, inhaling the new COVID 319 SEA SAR VIRUS from the beaches, it gets caught deep within his lung's and he collapses onto the lime green shag carpet, vintage, from 2020, and dies from viral suffocation. Luckily, ByUrn had a modified RNA strain of genes in his DNA profile, making him immune to this particular virus. He shrugged and hopped like a bunny back into the kitchen.

THE END. HAPPY COVID 19 EASTER. BLESS YOUR MIND.