On the History and Orientation of Jews


According to Sigmund Freud, in his book “Moses and Monotheism”, Moses was killed by Jews who rebelled against him. The religion, Judaism, was thus born, out of the grief and guilt felt by the group of Jews responsible for his murder.

Freud explains that years after the murder of Moses, the rebels regretted their action thus forming the concept of the Messiah as a hope for the return of Moses as the Saviour of the Israelites. Freud said that the guilt from the murder of Moses is inherited through the generations; this guilt then drives the Jews to religion to make them feel better. (from Wiki)

What does that mean for the Jewish religion and the Jewish people?

If we were to treat mere Monotheism, or the belief in One God, as the only “true” religion, what would that say about all the labels, religions, rules and customs that we observe in the community of so-called believers?

 

H.E.A.R.T.


I am convinced that reason, fear and paranoia are intrinsically linked.

The voice in our head that tells us to question our every move and our convictions — that, is our innate desire to be pretentious; to hide from the humility of knowing that the heart is where human nature’s essence truly lies.

Fate


Sometimes you just have to have faith that the path you are on is the right path and keep pushing.

the Order


I think the world is intended to be the way it is because it is the only way that the story will be perfect.

a stream of consequence


All I want is to work,

Until at some point I may find,

The opportunity to succeed,

In doing what I do best.

Creativity, that art which flows,

so naturally to me composed,

of all the emotions I have yet,

None of which I do regret.

Only then may I find,

A peace that is everlasting,

For this is what my God would give,

To me a gift of words and magic.

That I would put my trust in Him,

By letting go of all so dearly,

held to me like pride and anger,

Replaced with love sincerely.

Now my task is to convince,

My closest family of my joy,

Music, art, and all the above,

And nothing else.

Letting go of all I thought,

I needed dearly, like karma,

and all the stories that weren’t clearly,

Except music, and the red head piano room.

There I lay sometimes in joy,

Others in sadness when my ploy,

Falls to bits because my friends,

forget the way the story bends.

And twists and turns like fortune,

Oh this poem never ends,

And all this time my purpose is,

To express my inner sentiments.

Trust in God.

as if for the first time


in everything there is an answer,

in your smile; in his;

in the way we laugh, when, like kids,

we kiss…

D.O.G.M.A.M.G.O.D.


It’s incredible how much we change in one single day.

Our moods change. Our opinions change. Our beliefs change. Our feelings change.

So much change.

For the longest time, I couldn’t understand why. Instead of accepting it, I tried to resist  it.

I thought something was wrong with me. I thought something was out of the loop. I thought I wasn’t ordinary.

But it turns out, it’s just part of being human.

At least that’s what I believe.

What isn’t ordinary however, is trying to resist these changes; trying to resist the natural flow of things.

The reason I say that is because I believe these changes to be part of a bigger picture.

Some people call that bigger picture Nature.

I call it God.