No, this is not indexed... nor titled... leave me now, the show is about to begin Oh, I'm on the air already! Sorry, folks.

Hello, I am Mr. OpenBeaver, I will do some imitation of W.H. on his own blog, with his kind permission. You won't even notice the difference, ha, ha, ha... Well, I was thinkin, the other day, about Burton's translationn of Chuang Tzu. Free and easy wandering, it says. When it strikes me, hell, I was always free and easily wandering. People were often surprised, like, how this one so free and easily wandering?? (People, I say, not cowbottom. Cowbottom gets pissed off. Something disturbs him in this free and easy wandering. Gets hiddenly pissed off. Starts to mirror this free and easy wandering. HA HA. Very funny, but nobody's laughing. I don't know if you ever observed such.)

Now, if you want to remain burdened and weary, that's fine with me. It wasn't always so, though. I thought people don't want to be burdened and weary. But just as with cowbottom who, imprisoned, cannot stand someone free, so also with people. Rather than try to break from prison, they want you down there with them.

Which brings to me, I think, dim memory from the time when I was still in the God's garden. God say, your task free and easy wandering. I, no, hell, I know better, surely there some thing I must and can do for my brother, and, so help me God, sister. And go to prison against God's express will. Wow wow wow, full that I was. Funny, eh_? Nobody's laughing, though.

Then find that church. They talk about Jesus, hell, I think, surely they have to do something with this Jesus. When it hits me, would that I could express how it hits me, this not true at all. They want you, tortured, crippled, burned, nailed - leave out crucifixion that is forbidden by the constitution these days. And the myth comes in handy for this intent. Jesus like son of God, you some worm. Funny, ah_? I don't feel like laughing, though.

Now that truth hits me so unexpectedly - hell, it is not at all like I read, satori and seven thousand suns - and it is so soon, I thought I have yet to begin to acquire some knowledge and understanding, I won't have this truth hidden from my brother, and, so God help me, sister. You are Jesus Christ, and that's it. Sounds weird to you? Well, rethink your conditioning first. It's not weird at all. What IS weird is what you (and I, thousand hells) believed. Don't want to believe what I say? Without verifying first? Oh thou brave Work practice efforter, how faithfully thou defendest thy ground. How exactly thou keepest thy commandments. I, W.H., son of living God, PISS on your faithful, exactingful stupidity. Don't give a damn, really. I come here, risking my very neck to tell you this, more I won't do. Read on or throw it to the flames.

It was a mistake-- terr-- ter- terrible---- --- mi- mistake. Which nearly cost me everything. People fear one another, and people fear consequences if they let their conscience guide them. (The good guys, that is. Bad guys... this different story.) Which boils down to: people fear organization. Good conscience guiding not easy. Can only be attained by trial and error. But if fear guide you, practice out of question, also attainment. We'll fire you, will take your wages away. We'll excommunicate you. You will die. And so on. Holy business, why would it need Son of Living God to let himself crucified for this how would you call it terrible stupidity? Besides, what "sin" the heck would you like to see in yourself IN ADDITION to this already horrible terror-o-the-situation? The lie is not in the Gospels, the lie is in the interpretation of the Gospels. You want someone stretch warm hand against you so that you can spit or shit into it, right? Then you are the bad guy. Note: too-easy. (Of course it seems difficult to do because your conscience and essence and everything not yet fucked up in you is against it.) Just below the nether do. And son of God came to stretch his hand to you, right? According to the theologian, yes.

And these tricks with myths and churches work solely because in essence man wants to find God and get out of prison and all that. In this way Mr. Cheat can collect his tax. In the same way state obviates the constitution and says: you want to develop, right? Well, here are our government asses, from those up there who sign papers and approve shit, to the last authorized employee that looks and behaves like shit. Lick every one's butt, smile and say thank you when they kick. Otherwise no development for you, EVER. While the truth, mildly said, quite the contrary.

It is said that, on average, men do not think three minutes in total during their alloted earthly time. I always thought: sure, this sheer exaggeration. Now not think so anymore. Well, I obviously break through this limit, be it by luck, effort, or Grace of God. It remains a mystery, how.

I always hit by how Jesus heal man on Saturday, and this scum contrives to kill him. Because it is meant to hit. Because not a legend, because it a reality. Only, you must not get it: it happened quite a time ago, when there was scum, Jewish, not Christian scum, and when there was still this quite exceptional man that could heal by the mere laying of hands.

Now Jesus out of their reach. (God knows where, forty days this scum wouldn't go away, now it gone long ago where we can paint him with Mary and angels. We theologians smart. The very text that portraits how church is the one who crucifies we will - first - appropriate - second - mutilate - third - interpret. Great - no GNU copyleft on the Bible, what a luck we have.) Jesus is out of their reach, and so are many others. Now it is you who must not see. Now it is you who has to be crucified. Sorry, buddy. (Verify, thou valiant stupid knight. Verify as much as you please. This is an order! Do as you are told!!! Obey!!!!)

Well I sought development and found God. They say they seek God... I don't believe it, though. They get involved with some martyrium and would well draw you down with them. No doubt they develop -- in some direction, anyway.

It my pleasure to talk to you. Now I go. Maybe come back maybe not. Must talk to God (long time no see, understand, because of a mistake, te- terrible- terrible- mi- mistake) mostly regarding His Will regarding my half-baked developmend. I ask, let me out, of course, God say, well, you know better, besides, you have free will, you are son of God, you have God's power, your will was to go to prison... In this way he mock me. Okay, okay, alright, God, I made a mistake. Terrible mistake. I not always know better, what is true is true.

Homework: read Heinlein's Hoag... well, just a suggestion... a nymph - by the river it was, the artificial garden on the Easyjet ship, new model of perpetual motion pistons engine, half way from Mars to Earth - said, hey, read this...

So, to, conlcude, for everything you need God. Cannot write a book without God. You cannot even have free and easy wandering without God. And you cannot have God without Real Conscience functioning in its Real Place.