Monday, January 14, 2013

One of the most common responses to my complaints about the desertification of the land is: "But the trees, once grown, need to be culled in any case." The answer is indicative of the nature of the "soul" of our contemporary human being who has gone through several brain washings administered by the sandpaper of our urban environment.

The answer also shows a creature of no concern for wild life and the thousands of life forms that make wood their home. It is also a portrayal of a creature that has become so used to living in an urban desert that he-she no longer knows how to differentiate between an environment that is by its nature alive and an environment that by its nature is dead. The latter mindset is  captured in the following link of paintings in which the forest has been removed.

This writer has struggled for many years to tell his world-view and perspective as a story. It has been a difficult task, because it involves "overriding" or "striking through" much of what we have been tought about the history of the world. The result is neither a novel, nor a history book, but an essay, a science fiction history of the last thousand years or so of civilization on our planet. The effort, such as it is, has now come to an end. It is available at

The story begins with a retelling of the Passion of Christ and discovering in it the Passion of Jesus The Bogomil. The body of the blogs argues that civilization did not arise by way of agriculture, but by way of wood dwellers, whose economy was NOT FOR PROFIT, but A SUBSISTENCE economy.

The series ends with two blogs, which are among a few such, that tilt in the direction of justifying Stalin. Which is not to say that this writer favors either cruelty or torture, but perceives that what drove the so-called Russian Revolution was not Lenin's borgeois concern for the industrial worker or the worker's revolt against capitalism (though it made its contribution), but above all the forest dwelling peoples long repressed yearning to recapture their once upon a time SUBSISTENCE economy, which they enjoyed when they lived in the wood.

Not so incidentally, the above perspective necessarily leads one to perceive that what we call "democracy" or "democratic government" is an urban pipe dream, a longing for the democracy that once did exist in the wood and that still can exist only in a wood.

A story that runs a close parallel to Jesus The Bogomil is that of Oedipus The King, which can be found at Here the Sphinx is not seen as some monster, but as the "wood" itself. From the point of view of literary criticism, the story implies that Oedipus Rex is a version of the story of Jesus portrayed as Christ. This version surely will be ill received by most orthodox Christians. All the same, a case can be made that the biographies of Queen Iocaste and Mary, both, are sufficiently vague to allow for reading into them similar past experiences. These experiences are common to young destitute women (as Stalin's mother 'Keke') managing to eke out an existence as concubines to inkeepers, soldiers, and priests who have taken celebate wovs. The relationships, when resulting in the issue of a child, may prompt such women to tell their sons that they have no physical fathers. When one such young woman known to this writer was asked who the father of her son was, she responded: "He came by a feather". No doubt, this young woman does not know that a similar 'feather' is what the Aztec Goddess Coyolxauhqui told brought into the world her famed son Huitzilopotchtli, who, perhaps in no lesser despair than Stalin so many centuries later, killed ALL earlier Aztec Gods, and ruled until the Spanish lier and conquistador Cortez arrived and installed the even more cruel capitalist Christ.