One day, a long time ago, strange things happened. Or, perhaps, they happened a few times, a little bit differently, in places all around the world. And people started telling stories about these things, these strange things, that happened or were happening. Or even things that were said to be yet to come.

Now this by itself was all very interesting, but in every case, the stories -about- these happenings were really very different from the happenings themselves. When people began to notice this, some of the stories simply admitted this fact. Others, however, took up arms, so to speak.

These particularly crude stories were, in many cases the remnants of a kind psycho-spiritual armor of warriors or barbarians. In order to more ferociously insinuate themselves into the lives of other persons and cultures, the stories developed codicils of cursing and death, damnation and exile.

From then on, adherents of these particularly virulent and deadly stories would somehow decide that because certain words existed on papers, they were divinely instructed to judge, condemn, kill, and otherwise threaten or abuse anyone who thought otherwise… and particularly such people as would simply openly say ‘that’s an amusing story, but it sounds silly, and when you arm it so severely, it doesn’t make it look more authentic, it makes it look more like a cartoon’.

Such people actually believe that threatening others with torture and agony ‘for all of time’ is, you know, an act of spiritual charity.

Right.

Now, anyone who thinks that the fundamental intelligence operant in and beyond all moments of all beings in timespace would in any way become involved in these kinds of completely ridiculous goings on should probably more carefully examine the basic relationship between the conscious mind and the unconscious mind. For it is here that we find the paradigm writ large in our own forms, and it is here that we are, indeed, ‘made in the image of all that is holy’.

How peculiar that we may so vigorously prefer virulent fictions to the actual kingdom so unexpectedly ‘near at hand.’ Yet this is the common nature of skeletal remnants: to take over living minds, and replicate their strange, funereal agendas.