A riff, a rant, and a twinkle of light in this dark night. Let us spin a tale of a soul crossing the threshold of Life into the thereafter. A story heavily inspired by Dante Alighieri’s Divine Comedy. If it wasn’t canon, it should be, for in my mind, and in my heart. It chronicles a story of a lonesome wanderer. A soul lost in the night. A character that had to default to the epics of bygone eras. A soul that sought solace with the Lord, but couldn’t find it. A tale that runs through numerous cantos, and set upon the world a revitalized Italian language.
Italian, the language found near the Holy See. A language of Love, and a language of potential war. This and so many more. That is something for another wandering soul to write. The story I aim to invoke tonight is a story of a misbegotten one. One who sought the light his eternal life. One who coveted none, and couldn’t find love. Except in the mercy killing blow upon a divine soul. How could this be? I do not know entirely.
For here’s the story, or how it should go. As Jesus went to Hell to rend open the passage way of those that were damned. Let us assume that Dante sought to follow in his footsteps if only in humble servitude. The way of Our Lord, and Savior. A humble supplication to those who are worthy of it. Jesus, The Son of Our Father. Jesus the Prophet of Eternal and Universal Love. He went to Hell to save those of guilt, and of some redemption. How could we not have this message of strength in our Hearts?
If God were to die, it’d be through his own chosen Sacrifice, it may not have been according to his/her schema. For the Imago Dei, the image of our creator and Lord. May actually be a representation of ourselves. To a Man, he appears as a Him. To a Woman, a She. Who’s to truly tell? Except for perhaps his chosen Son, and maybe his children? I cannot say.
For the Imago Dei, is the Image found upon our world, a world kissed numerously, and tenderly by a loving God. A God of Compassion, and Tenderness. A God that Sent HIS ONLY BEGOTTEN CHILD to this world. If there is magic, or power in this world that is beyond the plights of mortal man. It is within Imago Dei’s Power to Invoke it any night.
To some, I may be a irredeemable sinner. That is fine, that is their judgment. Not mine. If They seek my head for whatever solace they need, so be it. I will gladly render it to them, for I have not chosen this path voluntarily. I, who some may know, and others may not. Have found myself at numerous crossroads, and I have always fought for the Light of Imago Dei. The Light of God, The Light Of DEUS!
It has been told that is, and was never our place to judge or condemn our fellow man. Thus who’s to know what’s right? Am I, a mere man, to be judged to Hellish Existence, for a crime that we all may have committed in our hearts? Which of the 10 Commandments have you not Violated? Does it matter if it was in our thoughts, our hearts, even if we never had the “Courage” to follow through with it? To say, I plotted and conspired to murder a man, neigh a GOD? That is the highest form of Blasphemy towards our Lord and Savior.
Thus, what am I to say? Am I to respond, “It wasn’t my Fault!”…, “I was scapegoated!”….that is a Jewish thing, is it not? To send a goat off to wander in the desert lost for a demon to find? How about Islam? Are they any “Safer?” Christianity? Just who? All three purport to worship the same Deus. And yet, why are so many of them at odds with each other, and their fellow man?! Isn’t that the high point of Sacrilege and Blasphemy!
Alas, there’s other “Faiths” too…which may work for some, and not for others. It depends upon how deep into their mysteries they’ll let you, or how far you’re willing to go. Afterall, why should they open their doors of Truth, and Enlightenment to those “unsavory souls”?
Faith, may be a four letter word in some peoples vocabularies, it’s NOT IN MINE! Thus condemnation, and vilification that you project upon me, is nothing more than a hatred you should be reserving for yourself. That Catholic Guilt. That Shame. That Hatred for your fellow man/woman. Just where did you go wrong?!
Am I without Sin? How could I ever know that? I can’t, only God can ascribe that position to someone. And as far as I know it, the only one that retained that honor, and the honors inherent within it is Jesus!
To some, to some, Sin is simply not in their lexicon. They don’t care for it. Those are probably the “pagans”…the “Heathens”….that felt like they were forced into a dogma they never understood. Afterall, a child is baptized at the font before the age of Reason? How could they even have an iota of understanding of their soul’s “redemption”? That they were born condemned? That reeks of Predestination, which as I’ve mentioned previously reeks to High Heaven of an Evil God!
So yes, I was a Catholic, of the Roman Doctrine. Do I still practice? Not as much as I should, but do I feel the Guilt? Not really, and I don’t know why. I am nothing more than a soul searching. If, and if you care to lead a sheep astray. Be wary, for the Shepard does not care for that.
So who, or what am I? I honestly can’t say sometimes, for all I know I was a pawn to a God that needed an Out. For the Evil that bound Him/Her, couldn’t, and wouldn’t relent. Thus what Am I? AM I WORTHLESS? Have I no dignity befitting a fellow Human? That all Humanist virtues that stemmed from a Catholic World Be Forgot?
This I ask of you, all of you who read this, and wonder….what prompted this tonight? Well, if you were to chance upon any burning body in the street would you extinguish it? Even if it involved Pissing on it? Perhaps, I would.