The Muslims are the staunchest followers of Jewish law. Jews get together and sing songs in Hebrew but completely disregard what their religious laws ask them to do.

Leviticus 20:16

And he that blasphemeth the name of the Lord, he shall surely be put to death, and all the congregation shall certainly stone him: as well the stranger, as he that is born in the land, when he blasphemeth the name of the Lord, shall be put to death.

Leviticus 20:10

“’If a man commits adultery with another man’s wife—with the wife of his neighbor—both the adulterer and the adulteress are to be put to death.

Islamic theocracies are the most ardent supporters of stoning as a capital punishment, as recommended by Jewish religious law. Israel has stopped obeying the Lord. Jewish Americans never stone each other. They justify such blatant disobedience of the Lord by labelling themselves “culturally Jewish, but not religiously so”.

As one moves away from obeying Jewish religious law, at what point does one stop actually being Jewish?

The one thing that does unite all the Abrahamics is that they all seem to enjoy drawing blood from infant phalluses—the crux of the covenant with Yaldabaoth, who prefers to be called Yahweh or the Lord.

What is Yaldabaoth’s obsession with male infant penises? Perhaps if one draws blood early from the most tender of the organs of the male body then it ensures the man grows up with a callus around his heart? Does it come from Yaldabaoth’s own anguish of having grown up without a father figure? I don’t know.

Even some of the staunchest followers of Jesus seem to justify male penis blood withdrawal saying that the way it used to be done didn’t hurt much. Is that possible? Is it possible to prick the penis of a newborn man and have it not hurt? I don’t know.

Jesus came for the Jews. But instead through Jesus, Judaism spread throughout the world. It took three forms—Judaism, Christianity and Islam. The Abrahamics conquered the world and are now fighting about it. Constantly.

All three are adherents—to varied extents—of the Book of Leviticus.

The deity of the Book of Leviticus is a liar. He presents himself to be against Idolatry, but then smuggles in an idol of himself in all three faiths—the Kaaba in Islam where all Muslims turn towards when they chant 5 times a day “La ilaha illa Allah, Muhammad rasul Allah” (There is no God but Allah and Muhammad is his prophet), the Ark of the Covenant and the Tabernacle in classical Jewish religion and idols of Jesus in Christianity.

The Abrahamics are in full denial of their own idolatry. They’ll clasp onto their idols while shunning the idolatry they encounter amongst Hindus.

How is that possible? How is it possible to be in such deep denial of what one does?

Oh wait! I have encountered this phenomenon before!

One of the first women I spoke to about her history of childhood sexual abuse was a victim of her father’s insatiable lust, much like Eve was. I asked her if her father ever apologized to her. She told me that the closest he got to was one time when he came over to her house—to her credit, she had managed to construct a relationship with her father where he was still a part of her and her son’s life!—and he saw an old picture of her from childhood and looked at her with teary eyes and said “I would never hurt this little girl”.

So heartbreaking, no? I imagine that as he was raping her while she was little, some innocent part locked away inside him was going “I would never do such a thing!” with great horror, while he had surrendered his agency to the lustful forces of evil that seem so omnipresent in this world we live in.

When I recovered the last most significant memory of my abuse, I was being mounted from the front by an angry man and inside him I saw a little boy who looked like him and looked like me who was turning away from the act in horror and desperation.

That is the signature of Denial. The innocence within, utterly horrified, at what is being conducted through the vehicle of the material body it finds itself in.

“Oh no no! We are not idolatrous” as we turn every day towards a large black stone, or ignore the very detailed instructions on how the idol of Yahweh should be constructed or have big statues of Jesus and Mary everywhere in all of our Churches.

Shh, shh, nothing’s happening—let Daddy in, it’s all good. Daddy still loves you.

I wonder if humanity had childhood sexual abuse before the Abrahamics came onto the scene. Did you know that the story of the fall of the Hindu creator—Brahma—from grace where he lusts after his daughter is a recent addition to the Hindu mythical canon? From around 600 AD or so, when the final version of the Abrahamic triune emerged.

I suppose it is quite likely that the Genesis that the Abrahamics speak of was an actual event that happened in the plane of collective human consciousness 6000 years ago or so. Is it possible that lust for children—infants even—entered the human realm at that point?

Jesus came for the Jews. He came to free the Jews of the tyranny of their own religious law. Instead of following disciples who got Jesus—like Mary, his most beloved even according to the canons—Christianity followed Paul, an ardent follower of Jewish religious law who switched sides after being blinded while persecuting Christians.

The only way to the Father was through Jesus, for the Jews, and all under their influence. It used to be just the Levant, now it is the entire world. For they were caught up in a region that was quite lost. Offering children up for sacrifice to deities in horrific rituals. Not unlike what has unfolded on the Epstein Island.

Would the Epstein Island have happened if Christianity had managed to not be infected by the Old Testament? Would the Catholic Church have fellated so many little boys had Paul not been at the helm of deciding what is right and what is wrong? I don’t know.

There is such agony a human experiences when they live under the constant influence of external forces telling them what is right and what is wrong that, it seems, every now and then they break out of that agony into abusing little children.

A local White Christian brother—bless his heart, like they say here in the South—confidently expressed, in the midst of both of us tag teaming on another brother to present Jesus to him—how spiritual warfare is real and demons are real and you just need to go to Africa and India once to know the reality of demons. This was after the release of the Epstein Files. I looked him squarely in the face and said—oh no, you don’t need to do that. There’s plenty of demons out here in the West.

Jesus is quite needed to exorcise the horrors of childhood sexual abuse, but would childhood sexual abuse be so prevalent had it not been for Genesis? I don’t know.

The West, time and again, presents recommendations to the East. Recommendations that work very well within the paradigm of thought that the West inhabits, not realizing that the East operates from a very different paradigm altogether, where the problems themselves might not exist.

Like all the varied detox protocols on the Western market that, when I have explored them, seem to boil down to regular use of anti-inflammatory herbs and spices.

My love, may be if you start drinking masala chai every morning—with ginger, turmeric, cloves, bay leaves, cardamom, black pepper—you wouldn’t need to pop so many pills yeah?

My essays often present a possible frame. A frame is a way of thinking about something that is not yet known. You don’t need to agree with my frame. Heck, you don’t need to do anything you don’t want to do! That is the great gift of free will! I don’t even agree with all of my frames all the time. But to express a particular frame requires me to speak from it, so I speak from it, to observe myself as I speak from it. Observe yourself as you read it. That’s the gift of a strong frame. By sending a particular dart through the darkness of the unknown, it illumines a possible path, so you can decide what aspects of that path are yours to take.

Where I stand presently, theologically speaking, is that all religions have two strains—the law vs. the devotion. Different folks seem to find different pathways to devotion. I found it through Jesus. Many White folks in Asheville found it through Krishna, Rama and Hanuman. I was pursuing Krishna, Rama and Hanuman, in fact, when they handed me off to Jesus—bro, you gotta look at this case, he was raped as a child: this is your territory, show him how to love even when he is deeply tortured! Take out the demons who are getting in the way.

Is there even a particular entity called God? What does God mean? Is God the creator of the material realm or more? Is it instead just a field? A relational field of love that when you speak to, it responds? Are the varied myths of love—including the myth of Jesus Christ—there to thread us back into the field of love? I don’t know.