The evidence that our ancestors were fish is written in rock, our DNA, our anatomy and our language that goes beyond words and filters out most lies. Before life on Earth there was life on comets and meteorites. The countless comets are likened onto our own reproductive system. The Earth has been in a state of life bearing for about four billion years. Before then it was far too hot. A mass of cooking elements that had been spit out of the star we call our sun.
Comets and meteorites have crashes like sperm into an egg. And life has taken hold. More than three billion years it took before life had mutated into cellular life. From there it took a trial and error course at mutation. Multi-celled creatures coming and going. The most fit, most adaptive, most industrious became the species to survive. And the most adventurous took the step from below the surface of the water onto land.
Until very recently in Earth’s evolution a brain was little more than a central nervous control center. Millions and millions of years of practically unconscious survival for these new multi-celled creatures.
Then came the mammal. And after much mutation, one of these mammals was a primate. And one of these primates, in very resent history, developed a most curious nature. Whereas most creatures ran from fire, this creature chose to take hold of it. It made eating a new adventure and the creature’s brain grew at an alarming rate. So much so that having offspring became quite a strain on the females. Some religions have chosen to call this a curse.
But let us not get bogged down in detail. We will visit a small community where the primates have developed some technology. The primate is a fairly ignorant creature but has begun to wonder. A new event in the cosmos. For the first time, at least for this solar system and very unlikely often repeated, there was a beginning to questioning. The first questions were likely that of hunting of animals and gathering of food and most confusing, the question of death. There was then a beginning to telling the stories around the campfire at night.
And there were the opportunists. The somewhat more clever and brutal characters. Those more equal than the rest. The first mighty dictators. We will introduce one of these isolated little stories now.
“I am your God and you will do as I say or I will kill you.”
High Priest Cultus smiled and returned to his holy tent to speak with his holy advisor.
“I sense unrest in some of our subjects. The stoning of the insubordinates does not seemed to be enough. I think we need something more.”
Priest Servustus smiled. It was the day he had been waiting for. He was wise enough to never put to question the decisions of High Priest Cultus but this day had brought on a new opportunity. The dawn of the active advisor to the holy dictator.
“We could select the most beautiful virgins to sacrifice on a grand monument every full moon.”
“Servustus. I see you have had some thoughts. Please do elaborate.”
“We will have the subjects build a grand monument of stone. It will be a symbol of your power.”
“A symbol. Very good. It will be for the good of the subjects. It will be our gift to them. We will put meaning to their hard lives of servitude to us.”
High Priest Cultus waited for elaboration.
“Yes. Very wise. For the people. They will see how you love them and have it in their best interest when you dictate to them their obligations.”
They both smiled. They could see a grand scheme opening up before them.
“I will perform the ritual in front of the entire population. It will be a ritual for all time. Every full moon all will gather to watch the sacrifice of a beautiful virgin. And what is it we are sacrificing to.”
“To your continued wisdom, of course. And.”
“Yes, of course, and I have it. So that the sun does not go out. So that the moon will continue to bless our crops. So that our women will bare children.”
“Of course, it makes perfect sense. Without the sacrifice and the obedience to the High Priest and the holy ritual, we would surely die.”
“We must select young virgins and hold them in our temple monument for 13 moon cycles. They will be our sex slaves.”
“We’ll cut out their tongues so they do not speak against us.”
“We will rape them twice a day to keep them meek.”
“And when the evening of the full moon is upon us, a virgin will be selected and be given great honour. Her family will be given great honour for baring such a creature to please the High Priest and the Sun and the Moon.”
“And we will dress her in fine clothes and make a ritual of following her to the top of the monument. We will speak grand speeches and call out to the Sun and Moon.”
They sat for a while and thought about their grand idea. Such ideas, being so grand, would certainly have their symbolic meaning for all time and a High Priest would always rule over his subjects.
“And she will be tied to the holy cross of the Sun and I will drive a knife through her chest and rip out her heart, hold it to the sky with the full moon high in the sky until she is done screaming, then I will take a bite out of her hot pumping heart before throwing it to frighten creatures who are to bow down and chant that I am their one true god. And we will burn her and have her ashes thrown to the holy wind by her mother. A most holy honour.”
“I can’t see why anyone would question this new ritual if we kill anyone who does.”
“Send me the designers. Send the subjects to cut and gather the larges stones. We must start today. This is a most holy undertaking. We are the most holy creatures. All will pay heed and follow our ritual or they will die.”
“Long live High Priest Cultus.”
“Long live Priest Servustus.”
Oh, that this was only a tale.
one word religion
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Steve Howard Writes
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