I recently watched a program on cable that claimed that Jesus Christ’s mission on earth was not unique. It trivialized the teachings of Christ by suggesting that Jesus was merely copying or emulating the acts of the executed warrior king, Simon, some one hundred years before Christ’s birth. The evidence relied heavily upon a single Hebrew letter from a phrase inscribed in ink on the face of an ancient stone slab. Ink on stone, I might add, is also unusually rare. If I remember correctly, it was an archangel that demanded from the stone writing that the slain Simon rise on the 3rd day from his death by execution. The ‘Rosetta-type’ stone, if correctly deciphered, would somehow implicate that Christ was plagiarizing in a more peaceful way, what Simon had attempted to accomplish by military means. I fail to understand the desperation, however, in pointing out these ‘uncanny’ similarities. In reality there is nothing uncanny or unusual about the similarities at all. Perhaps this is because the program and its producers were grossly misinformed about ancient history, myth, legend, and it’s repetitive nature. The great modern historian, Professor Jesse Rufus Fears, often stated that “The lesson that we learn from history is that we don’t learn from history”. The notion that much of anything in the realm of history or legend that we learn from antiquity is somehow unique is nearly laughable.
Let’s take knowledge for instance, and assume that the advent of the printing press was responsible for a ‘canonized education’ for the masses in the same way that the modern factory in the past century was capable of producing a Model T for every American family. Today, this same yet more politically correct method of (institutionalized) learning could also be filling our brains with propaganda, and that old black Model T has become a mere prototype of what now comes in every conceivable configuration and color. The arrogance that anything in history has not already been tested, copied, improved upon, or repeated in some fashion is dubious. We know that there have been civilizations and writing that have appeared overnight with no apparent evolution or archeological bone yard beneath their ruins. We insist it to be myth that the ancients piloted aircraft or navigated the entire globe in ancient ships. Our canonized schooling tells us that that must be impossible, and our hubris does not allow us to look beyond our own restricted, carefully gleaned, propagandized educations of which we trust more than our eyes or experience. We know exactly what we have been allowed to know, and occasionally are adventuresome enough to think beyond those bounds until of course we bear our throats to academic ridicule. Before knowledge was shared in mass print, which we believe to have occurred only once in man’s history, the keepers of that knowledge were those few with higher training, privileged access, or formal education. Let’s not mince thoughts here; we know who had control of the knowledge. They were the equivalent of what we would call clergy; the cloistered ‘scientific’ men of religion and philosophy. Since these people weren’t using their backs to make a living, they had to be funded by an elite leadership or supplied by dedicated followers who allowed them the luxury of contemplation instead of the hardship of physical labor. We could go ‘The Chicken or The Egg’ route of how all that began but I find it safe to conclude at the least that knowledge was in possession of those who were in the ‘have’ category. The ‘have nots’ hung on to the enlightened ones’ every word. Knowledge is and has always been synonymous with power, at least as long as there were few in possession of it.
We all recall the story of Prometheus. Prometheus pitied the condition of man so he conspired to steal fire from the altar of Zeus and gave it to mankind. Zeus was angered and bound Prometheus to a rock where his liver would be eaten upon daily by a bunch of buzzards. Being immortal himself, Prometheus’ liver would regenerate and the cycle of agony and sacrifice would continue for an eternity. Myths, as well as other religious writings contain a lot of allegory and dual meaning (see the ‘Janus’ article). As a symbol, fire has had many meanings. While it certainly made life easier and more comfortable for man, flame has also been widely recognized as knowledge. Prometheus’ gift included a Pandora’s Box/Jar of sorts. Knowledge is a ‘total’ package. It is equally as dark as it is light. Prometheus appears to have sacrificed his own comfort to liberate mankind in order to help him find ‘truth’ by the only means available. Knowledge, like the ‘double-edged sword’ of fire that Prometheus acquired for man, is a risky highway. It is, however, the only avenue toward truth. What worthy God/god would keep truth from man, if truth truly sets you free? Prometheus, a god himself, seemed to struggle with that thought, much in the same way perhaps that Abraham Lincoln wrestled with the justification of slavery. These little dramas that we call myths were not solely intended for entertainment. They were bits of wisdom that tantalized the uneducated mind to ration or make logic of ones place in the world, while the same demanded that the educated mind delve even deeper for meaning. Likewise, parables were micro-fables or phrases that contained huge amounts of knowledge and/or truth according to one’s own ability to conceive them. The fact that stories get recycled are as predictable and natural as the turning of the seasons. To quote M.R. Behr concerning the advancement of mankind, “The Spirit carries us forward while everything else follows along, spinning in circles.”
Christ copying from Simon could have been a contrived plan, perhaps a rare occasion of someone learning from history, or even an arbitrary accident. Simon was summonsed to rise in three days, as was Lazarus, and so too, Jesus. There must be something to this whole ‘three-day rising’ thing. It is like the virgin birth thing, the December 25th thing, and so many others that Christ had in common with Alexander the Great. That is because these similarities likely held significance in previous ancient cultures; but if that is where our hang ups lie (such as in the three day thing), then I fear we have missed the importance of an Alexander, a Simon or a Christ. I wrote an article about prophesy not too long ago and made the bold assertion that it can be just as likely fore planned as it could be foreseen. Both actions, in my eyes, leave room for the miraculous. In modern times we have neglected the power of ritual redundancy, prayer, and reverence. Creative visualization or positively reinforced thinking often produces the desired outcome. I have never had any doubt in my mind that Christ knew exactly what he was doing and how his ritual sacrifice would reverberate throughout the ancient world and perhaps the universe. He was fulfilling prophesy. The waving of palm branches, riding the white ass, claiming the kingdom and kingship, his directions to Peter and Judas were all elements toward assuring the fulfillment of prophesies. Jesus was repeating things ‘foreseen’ or foretold in order to complete them. Prophecies coming to pass justify change or outcome for the shepherded masses. It suggests what they need to do next, what they should expect in the future, and provides the best likelihood that the greater hunk of society will ‘arrive’ as fore planned. Divine perhaps? Programmed? Hypnotically suggested? Thank goodness Jesus was keen to the signs of the times, right? Someone had to eventually set events into motion, and it had to be done at precisely the correct time or it could not have come to pass. Christ’s miracle might well have been recognizing this window of opportunity. He took action. He stepped forward. He was sensitive to the times and knowledgeable of biblical history. If this ever proves to be true, it displays Christ’s mission as more humanly heroic and divinely inspired than ever suspected. Christianity arguably became the catalyst of modern Western development, nation building, literature, and art. These are just some of the ‘good’ things. However, as sure as Christianity was delivered clean and new, time doth corrupt it by tucking its truth deeper into the folds of deceit. Since evil doers can’t defeat the truth, they cleverly join its ranks, seize control of knowledge and then feed it back to us with their own repackaged version of history, science, or religion. This version will better advance an elite encouraged agenda. All religions are victims of deconstruction, as is anything that begins with good intention. Had Mother Teresa ever run for high political office, you can bet a hundred liberal attorneys would have been sent to the Vatican to find evidence that she must have masturbated a few times in her unselfish life. It is the endless birth to death cycle in all things that we battle. Light always pushes away the darkness, only to be enveloped by it again with the passage of time. At some distance behind the faintest star (time=light years), there is a light from a star that can’t be seen. While our human brains have a limited capacity for knowing, our soul’s mind has no bounds.
The Foreseen or Fore-Planned theory actually allows a broader scope of believability. Those who trust that our lives are somehow guided by fate or directed by God, gravitate toward the ‘Foreseen’ or prophesized end of the spectrum. Conspiracy theories tend to suggest a human hand is involved, but don’t always dismiss the idea that some ominous entity, inter-dimensional being, or divine spirit has a deliberate master-plan unfolding. Today, the books our children read in schools are fashioning new citizens for tomorrow. The history and values they are learning are being edited and reevaluated from the way we were taught. Their brains are being washed with different colors in order that they will react to events that are intended to move them as one demographic blob in the desired direction of a New World Order. Those opposing a New World Order are acting as predicted and are fulfilling the conditions that will cause the needed friction to ignite change. I’ve foreseen that the change will be far different than anything we could have imagined or expected. It makes one feel a bit like a mouse among mice darting around in a huge experimental maze. Limited, manipulated knowledge is the piece of cheese we are all scurrying to consume, so that they can observe what we’ll do for the next crumb. It is a fore-planned equation with predictable consequences, a foreseen outcome through the amazing accuracy of all things cyclical. The saga of man is constantly recycled and though the characters names may change, and the props may at first appear foreign to us, the basic truth elements remain intact. Once we relax our focus from any one particular tree story, we suddenly begin to notice the vast wilderness library of which it becomes an infinitesimal part. Every bit of mastery of literature, lore, or wisdom that falls within this repetitive genre has survived in order to deliver its payload of truth. Wrapped in the time capsule of their own unique era, these works contain the golden nuggets of knowledge we long to decipher. I believe they are the keys to unlocking man’s true purpose, the answer to the riddle we have been seeking since our creation.
Let’s take knowledge for instance, and assume that the advent of the printing press was responsible for a ‘canonized education’ for the masses in the same way that the modern factory in the past century was capable of producing a Model T for every American family. Today, this same yet more politically correct method of (institutionalized) learning could also be filling our brains with propaganda, and that old black Model T has become a mere prototype of what now comes in every conceivable configuration and color. The arrogance that anything in history has not already been tested, copied, improved upon, or repeated in some fashion is dubious. We know that there have been civilizations and writing that have appeared overnight with no apparent evolution or archeological bone yard beneath their ruins. We insist it to be myth that the ancients piloted aircraft or navigated the entire globe in ancient ships. Our canonized schooling tells us that that must be impossible, and our hubris does not allow us to look beyond our own restricted, carefully gleaned, propagandized educations of which we trust more than our eyes or experience. We know exactly what we have been allowed to know, and occasionally are adventuresome enough to think beyond those bounds until of course we bear our throats to academic ridicule. Before knowledge was shared in mass print, which we believe to have occurred only once in man’s history, the keepers of that knowledge were those few with higher training, privileged access, or formal education. Let’s not mince thoughts here; we know who had control of the knowledge. They were the equivalent of what we would call clergy; the cloistered ‘scientific’ men of religion and philosophy. Since these people weren’t using their backs to make a living, they had to be funded by an elite leadership or supplied by dedicated followers who allowed them the luxury of contemplation instead of the hardship of physical labor. We could go ‘The Chicken or The Egg’ route of how all that began but I find it safe to conclude at the least that knowledge was in possession of those who were in the ‘have’ category. The ‘have nots’ hung on to the enlightened ones’ every word. Knowledge is and has always been synonymous with power, at least as long as there were few in possession of it.
We all recall the story of Prometheus. Prometheus pitied the condition of man so he conspired to steal fire from the altar of Zeus and gave it to mankind. Zeus was angered and bound Prometheus to a rock where his liver would be eaten upon daily by a bunch of buzzards. Being immortal himself, Prometheus’ liver would regenerate and the cycle of agony and sacrifice would continue for an eternity. Myths, as well as other religious writings contain a lot of allegory and dual meaning (see the ‘Janus’ article). As a symbol, fire has had many meanings. While it certainly made life easier and more comfortable for man, flame has also been widely recognized as knowledge. Prometheus’ gift included a Pandora’s Box/Jar of sorts. Knowledge is a ‘total’ package. It is equally as dark as it is light. Prometheus appears to have sacrificed his own comfort to liberate mankind in order to help him find ‘truth’ by the only means available. Knowledge, like the ‘double-edged sword’ of fire that Prometheus acquired for man, is a risky highway. It is, however, the only avenue toward truth. What worthy God/god would keep truth from man, if truth truly sets you free? Prometheus, a god himself, seemed to struggle with that thought, much in the same way perhaps that Abraham Lincoln wrestled with the justification of slavery. These little dramas that we call myths were not solely intended for entertainment. They were bits of wisdom that tantalized the uneducated mind to ration or make logic of ones place in the world, while the same demanded that the educated mind delve even deeper for meaning. Likewise, parables were micro-fables or phrases that contained huge amounts of knowledge and/or truth according to one’s own ability to conceive them. The fact that stories get recycled are as predictable and natural as the turning of the seasons. To quote M.R. Behr concerning the advancement of mankind, “The Spirit carries us forward while everything else follows along, spinning in circles.”
Christ copying from Simon could have been a contrived plan, perhaps a rare occasion of someone learning from history, or even an arbitrary accident. Simon was summonsed to rise in three days, as was Lazarus, and so too, Jesus. There must be something to this whole ‘three-day rising’ thing. It is like the virgin birth thing, the December 25th thing, and so many others that Christ had in common with Alexander the Great. That is because these similarities likely held significance in previous ancient cultures; but if that is where our hang ups lie (such as in the three day thing), then I fear we have missed the importance of an Alexander, a Simon or a Christ. I wrote an article about prophesy not too long ago and made the bold assertion that it can be just as likely fore planned as it could be foreseen. Both actions, in my eyes, leave room for the miraculous. In modern times we have neglected the power of ritual redundancy, prayer, and reverence. Creative visualization or positively reinforced thinking often produces the desired outcome. I have never had any doubt in my mind that Christ knew exactly what he was doing and how his ritual sacrifice would reverberate throughout the ancient world and perhaps the universe. He was fulfilling prophesy. The waving of palm branches, riding the white ass, claiming the kingdom and kingship, his directions to Peter and Judas were all elements toward assuring the fulfillment of prophesies. Jesus was repeating things ‘foreseen’ or foretold in order to complete them. Prophecies coming to pass justify change or outcome for the shepherded masses. It suggests what they need to do next, what they should expect in the future, and provides the best likelihood that the greater hunk of society will ‘arrive’ as fore planned. Divine perhaps? Programmed? Hypnotically suggested? Thank goodness Jesus was keen to the signs of the times, right? Someone had to eventually set events into motion, and it had to be done at precisely the correct time or it could not have come to pass. Christ’s miracle might well have been recognizing this window of opportunity. He took action. He stepped forward. He was sensitive to the times and knowledgeable of biblical history. If this ever proves to be true, it displays Christ’s mission as more humanly heroic and divinely inspired than ever suspected. Christianity arguably became the catalyst of modern Western development, nation building, literature, and art. These are just some of the ‘good’ things. However, as sure as Christianity was delivered clean and new, time doth corrupt it by tucking its truth deeper into the folds of deceit. Since evil doers can’t defeat the truth, they cleverly join its ranks, seize control of knowledge and then feed it back to us with their own repackaged version of history, science, or religion. This version will better advance an elite encouraged agenda. All religions are victims of deconstruction, as is anything that begins with good intention. Had Mother Teresa ever run for high political office, you can bet a hundred liberal attorneys would have been sent to the Vatican to find evidence that she must have masturbated a few times in her unselfish life. It is the endless birth to death cycle in all things that we battle. Light always pushes away the darkness, only to be enveloped by it again with the passage of time. At some distance behind the faintest star (time=light years), there is a light from a star that can’t be seen. While our human brains have a limited capacity for knowing, our soul’s mind has no bounds.
The Foreseen or Fore-Planned theory actually allows a broader scope of believability. Those who trust that our lives are somehow guided by fate or directed by God, gravitate toward the ‘Foreseen’ or prophesized end of the spectrum. Conspiracy theories tend to suggest a human hand is involved, but don’t always dismiss the idea that some ominous entity, inter-dimensional being, or divine spirit has a deliberate master-plan unfolding. Today, the books our children read in schools are fashioning new citizens for tomorrow. The history and values they are learning are being edited and reevaluated from the way we were taught. Their brains are being washed with different colors in order that they will react to events that are intended to move them as one demographic blob in the desired direction of a New World Order. Those opposing a New World Order are acting as predicted and are fulfilling the conditions that will cause the needed friction to ignite change. I’ve foreseen that the change will be far different than anything we could have imagined or expected. It makes one feel a bit like a mouse among mice darting around in a huge experimental maze. Limited, manipulated knowledge is the piece of cheese we are all scurrying to consume, so that they can observe what we’ll do for the next crumb. It is a fore-planned equation with predictable consequences, a foreseen outcome through the amazing accuracy of all things cyclical. The saga of man is constantly recycled and though the characters names may change, and the props may at first appear foreign to us, the basic truth elements remain intact. Once we relax our focus from any one particular tree story, we suddenly begin to notice the vast wilderness library of which it becomes an infinitesimal part. Every bit of mastery of literature, lore, or wisdom that falls within this repetitive genre has survived in order to deliver its payload of truth. Wrapped in the time capsule of their own unique era, these works contain the golden nuggets of knowledge we long to decipher. I believe they are the keys to unlocking man’s true purpose, the answer to the riddle we have been seeking since our creation.
