from Chapter 5
Blowing the Whistle on Enlightenment:
Confessions of a New Age Heretic
You may love animals and grow plants inside your home and flowers in your garden, but every time you eat, you destroy the life of something.
A something with a consciousness,
that feels and desires to live, as we do.
Any tears in chopping that onion did not
come from the fumes.
If we can't stay alive more than a few
months without food, how can eating not be fundamental to how we
define our existence?
Rebelling is punishable by death...
But every time a dear one dies, or you find a nibbled bird in the yard destroyed by an idle cat, or you read about an animal that has suffered mercilessly, or another molested child, or a nation ravaged by a quake that's buried thousands of living people, your mind goes back to that nagging question.
According to much evidence, it wasn't.
The world was created by something else. Or if it was created by the loving God our hearts insist exists, then creation has been tampered with by someone else so merciless that it barely resembles the original divine vision.
The biological universe is controlled by the law that to live we must take life or die. That is sinister.
Something there is that makes us have to eat, that makes us age and disintegrate.
This is the "something wrong with the world," the crack in the universe. Knowledge of it works,
Yet awakening to the truth of our
predicament is the first step toward radical change. Only radical
change can possibly right the fundamental flaw woven into physical
creation.
Not only does violence wind through the lives of all Earth life like the fibers of a time-bomb attached to a victim. It reaches out into space, where supernovas implode, collapsing millions of stars along with all living beings on all their attendant planets.
Death and devouring are so pervasive most people can't conceive of a world without them, or if they can conceive it, they label the concept preposterous. Yet quantum physics shows that matter is nothing but atoms: emptiness vibrating. Emptiness does not die and neither does the energy it oscillates.
So why must bodies die that are made of
up of these things?
Reportedly the light being told Monroe that when humans die, their energy is released and harvested by trans-dimensional beings, who use it to extend their own life spans.
The claim is that the universe is a
garden created by 'these beings' as their food source.
The spilling of blood in a fight-to-the-death conflict releases this intense energy, which the light beings call "loosh."
Loosh is also harvested from the
loneliness of animals and humans, as well as from the emotions
engendered when a parent is forced to defend the life of its young.
Another source of loosh is humans' worship.
In other words, the greater the
suffering, the more life force is spewed from our bodies, and the
tastier the energy meal for our creators.
There we read that,
Again:
In the writings of Carlos Castaneda, who chronicles the life and teachings of a Yaquii sorcerer called Don Juan, we find another story of the Divine devouring humans, in this case human consciousness.
Reports Castaneda:
The idea that man must sacrifice (must kill something or be killed in order to appease the gods) is apparently intrinsic to all the world's root religions.
We find blood ritual, including human sacrifice, in,
Even the Old Testament (Judges 11:31-40)
has a little-advertised story of human sacrifice, with the Israelite
judge Jephthah ritually slaughtering his own daughter to fulfill a
vow he made to Jehovah.
In one day alone, they murdered 12,000 Canaanites,
In Islam, the situation is similar.
Allah, while paying lip service to the immorality of human sacrifice, orders his servants in the Koran to practice jihad against all unbelievers.
'Peace-loving' Moslems interpret such passages as "symbolic" in their desire to justify their faith, much as Christians try to justify Jehovah's sociopathic behavior with excuses.
In many ways, the god of Islam reasons and rants like the god of the Israelites.
Could it be the same entity? It isn't
contradictory that he would support two separate peoples, then lead
them to fight each other. Not if his agenda is to stimulate and
harvest plenty of loosh.
The Bible declares Jesus is the son of God (Jehovah), and Jehovah announces at Jesus' baptism,
Where was Jesus when his father was slaughtering the Canaanites?
Jesus himself becomes a blood
sacrifice, a fact that Catholics reenact in the mass and that
Protestants bathe themselves in to be "saved." Christians are no
strangers to sacrifice.
But when you add blood sacrifice into the equation, I abandon ship. It's one thing if the gods can't prevent earthly suffering and death - quite another if they seek it out and thrive from it - or worse yet, created it.
And that's what blood sacrifice, and the
scriptures around it, indicate.
So if I won't live with it, I have to come up with something better. I have to find something more fundamental than the physical universe to locate my identity in, and my power in. I sense, as many do these days, that there's something beyond the universe as it has been presented to us, something outside this box, outside this system.
That's what I seek to know, connect
with, and draw from.
Maybe we are those people, starting to remember who we are.
Maybe it's time to break out of the hypnosis we've lived under for eons, the unquestioned assumptions that we must kill and eat, suffer and die, live in lack and sadness, and undergo all the human drama as it has been defined for us.
While some may call that madness, I prefer it to the world I see around me...
I certainly prefer it to death. I prefer it to loss of my dear ones, and to sickness and poverty. The greatest experiment mankind can engage in is mastery of the principles of freedom, creation, abundance, and immortality. We're wearing body suits that in 70-some years of use are programmed to self-destruct.
What could be more important than
changing that programming?
The wheel is the,
To rebel against this system is to fail in our life purpose as defined by 'those' who say they are our creators and gods. But surely life was meant to be more than dinner for the next rung up on the food chain.
If "living in vain" means breaking out
of that, I'm all for that kind of failure...
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