The cross as a backbone

The dammed whore, and the virgin.

The many subtle undertones of how the christians keep the peace in times of chaos.

The woman men fuck with until she becomes crazy, then damned.The evolution beyond that is that everyone becomes the whore to sell ones service. Or be the born beggar, something only men can be born into. To ask for money instead of scheme for advantage, instead of learn to use intellect and knowledge as a power. As power is something we must trust someone with. And if everyone becomes empowered then the complexities of governance compound. To beg is to remain powerless yet maintains a “purity” of soul.Yet also maintains the dependancy.The faith in another. The inability to stand alone for independance, so a higher entity can control the way. Someone needing to feel empowered in their standing as one with more. Or for faith in another to be solidified.Ways for faith to be solidified as a means to navigate the injustices of how humans treat one another. Something every religion has a means for. To repair how men treat other men and women. How women treat other women and men. Yet within the christian faith a commodification of humans is born from this space in a way. The patriarchy or misogyny in the system. How men can always demand for something yet a woman must learn to wait, for patience is a virture or be the demanding whore. Then risk being exiled as a madwoman.Maybe one of the reasons why as born a christian I no longer align with it as my predominant faith. The cross, the four corners, the stability in the system in a way yet not the only faith to guide a civilization per se.

As the Christian backbone to Australia was significant in bringing harmony to the land. Or in a way a forced indoctination into values to harmonise the vast country.

Hence why Sydney accepted multiculturalism with open arms, as we knew something more was needed for eternity. Yet each faith has it detriment as it has evolved to factor in sex and control of the urges beyond procreation. The sex slave dynamic, and muslim religion for instance. Why many muslim women created and maintained safe communal spaces and how men then defaulted to try take them away for fear of what they might lose to the softness of lesbian love.

So as the hindu swatzita is engraved in say the walls of churches in lalibela, on the chest of buddha in fansipan. The crossing of the sea by moses as part of the lalibela cross similiar to the two swords of the sikhs. The overlappping of faith and fable to determine what we revere to have depth of culture and fable to fall back on. Yet the competition between faiths is in a way how to determine what religion is the most effective for times in need. In longing. What we revere though, collectively, the road not travelled, the ingenuity in design. The foresight. The aspects that still binds us as people regardless of spiritual sects of religious difference. And purity of religious difference must be maintained as a baseline to see what the core of the faith is and that is only possible without. As faith is always needed, needed without commodification of person to person interaction for there to be hope.

To have hope.

Yet hope means different things in different places. Say the difference between a place with no mental health facilities, the recoil of trauma for a collective from conflict or disaster. How to navigate as a group to survive, even with a faith for stability and potable water and soil health.

Hope for me.

Maybe I could go back to yangon and fall in love with the guy who had hooks for hands.

Or just maybe one day have a slow dance with my head resting on the collarbone of another. Trusting that person as real to me.

Where to live, where to be.

To pull up all my roots again. Be the walking tree.

Time as a commodity, how to commodify time. The amount of people who demand our attention yet who are worthy of it over the span of our life. The detriment of tourism and how we value time in each society. The basics that never seem to shift as a detriment to the whole. That male time is more important than female time. Yet female time is more important than male time when factoring procreation in reality.

That those with skill and learnings and knowledge can value their time. Yet those without skill or learning that adds value can still demand monetary value for their time.

Published by Redb

I am not important.

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