Eat Fear

Fear.

It is easily the single presiding factor in human decision. Christian religion does not make fear a sin; that’s a cultural fable. Faith pulls fear in and drowns it, overwhelms it with love and commitment. Love and commitment are simply synonyms for faith in that sense. Once drowned, fear is still there, but pickled as part of the extra baggage of living in this world. It becomes food for the journey. The same energy can be used another way. We seek to feed and strengthen the spiritual power of decision to eclipse human decision.

So fear remains the one best weapon of our Enemy. Sift all that you see manifested in human motivations, all the energy exposed by the vast ocean of rhetoric. Rinse away all the fluff and you will often find a bitter core of fear. Too much assumes that outcomes can be steered if only we…

There is a sense of vested interest in the outcomes. That supposed happy outcome is seldom well defined, of course, because those making all the noise fear that defining it too clearly will allow you to recognize you really don’t want that. So they offer instead colorful prints of suggestive renderings that are nothing in reality. Artistic and winsome, but just a vapor. All they really have to do is awaken that itching backside of fear and it will sell.

Fear, like fire, is an awesome servant and an consuming master. I fear that too many of my virtual flock here will never catch on to this. I fear that somehow you will never quite let go of this world, that you will suffer unnecessary pain — we can’t actually dodge pain and sorrow, but there’s plenty that is just without adding all the unjust sorrows. Fear not what mere man can do to you.

Fear is the naked backside itself of reverence. Reverence is fear properly robed in trust. The hard hands of God’s wrath are the warm hands that wipe away our tears. Past the Flaming Sword is the Garden where we can bare our purified selves before the Almighty.

Can I stop there? Will you take this and absorb it into your soul?

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Crisis Averted: Allergies Reduced

Re: Prayer Request: Endless Allergies — Thank you all for your prayers. The Lord has heard.

It’s not a healing miracle as you might think of it, but the Lord has revealed what it will take to avoid so much suffering. To the best of my understanding, this mobile home has a permanent source of mold in the insulation. When the weather is cold, naturally it’s not as prominent. Cooler temperatures have come, and we are in the path of that massive frosty storm coming across CONUS. It should hit Oklahoma sometime Tuesday. That will slow down the problem significantly for the rest of the winter.

Meanwhile, I’m following the advice of Sister Wildcucumber; I’ve added a few supplements that empower my system to resist better. I’m also changing a few of my routines and habits to accommodate the necessity to reduce my exposure. Mostly it means spending time away from the house. Indeed, this little hilltop trailer park has a big mold problem, so I leave the whole area when I can. Given our vehicle problem, that means a lot of cycling and schlepping the laptop around. It’s an adventure! (And the transportation issue is close to resolution, too.)

For the time being, we are praying for guidance on a room air purifier. If one of you readers knows of a good one, let me know. I hope to avoid the models that require frequent and expensive filter changes. I don’t mind cleaning one regularly, but I am not fond of the marketing model used by most every inkjet printer manufacturer in the world — selling the device at a loss and charging a fortune for the proprietary refills. It doesn’t have to be a total removal of all particulates, only a reduction in the mold spore count. There seems to be a threshold below which I am relatively comfortable.

There are more remedies coming in the mail already and I’ll be using those, as well. The proper ethic is asking God what He intends to do with this problem, not demanding a particularly easy solution for myself.

Again, I am grateful for all your prayers and support. God bless you all.

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Spiritual OpSec

Terminology first: spiritual — relating to matters of the Spirit Realm; OpSec — broadly recognized as a bureaucratic acronym for Operational Security, those considerations that help to protect some operation from interference and hindrance from any source, whether internal/external, natural/artificial, etc.

We seek to promote the power and influence of the Spirit Realm over this Fallen Realm. That promotion is a sort of placeholder for promoting God’s glory. We are well acquainted with the idea that His glory shines primarily through people who live His character, as revealed in various Law Covenants. We at the Kiln of the Soul online parish discuss these things constantly, seeking to improve the obedience of our minds to the move of the Holy Spirit.

If someone needs a legitimizing statement, it’s really simple: God designed and made this universe, and hints at making a lot more outside of this universe. For Him, this universe is just a minor project on His workbench, as it were. The project is folded at the point when His glory here has ripened. Those of us committed to His glory leave here to be with Him in that other dimension, and it’s so unspeakably good, we are eager to leave. He grants us a taste of things to come via the power and presence of His Holy Spirit in us. Departure comes when He can gain no further glory from us. When we do it right, that means we have worked so long and hard that He is satisfied. When we do it wrong, it means He can’t get anything more out of us, and we are more trouble than our lives here are worth.

Don’t lose the thread there: A critical element in training our minds to serve the living Spirit He has linked into our souls is Spiritual OpSec. We have to learn to operate in such a way that counter-interests in this world are neutralized. We must not allow this world to obscure His glory. The primary field of battle is internal, because we are fallen in our human natures and whole swathes of our beings are allied to those countering interests. However, because of how the human mind works, we measure our internal conflicts in part by observing how it seems our world responds to what we say and do.

All of this is parabolic chatter to help set the tone for important lessons. You see, the world of evil has OpSec, too. If you understand the spiritual viewpoint, then you realize that the very nature of our existence here is properly characterized as a world of shadows. There is deception in virtually everything coming into your soul through the senses, and even when processed by our intellects, we discover that reason itself is deceptive. It works against us, calling us to believe the lies and deceptions, telling us this is what’s real and there is nothing beyond it.

Here’s a popular lie: “You can’t hide something that big. There are too many people involved.”

Yes, you can. It’s done every day, has been done since before I was born. The key is compartmentalization, with most of the people involved themselves deceived in various ways. It’s not very efficient because just about everyone serving in the system is occupied much of the time chasing ghosts of disinformation. Thousands of employees are living in a manufactured reality. Most people know some real secrets, but then most secrets are pure bullshit. A tiny handful of elite know the real story, or anything approaching the whole story. But then, there are multiple story narratives.

It is not certain who the ultimate elite are because quite a few groups believe they stand at the apex of all of this. As long as they get what they believe they really want, they are content to “rule.” One of the biggest lies is that there is some unique global elite at the very top of things, that they really do seek global dominance. To the degree it’s true, these “elite” are non-human. Not alien beings, as popularly asserted, but demonic beings. They are confined to this realm as subjects of Satan. There are distinct limits on them in the very nature of how Creation is designed. Satan is the only real Ruler of this World, but his authority is limited by the ultimate Ruler of All. God permits Satan a limited authority because that’s part of the Devil’s job. The Devil is God’s Lictor and Jailer and this realm of existence is the prison. It’s impossible for a human to depart from serving Satan — unless God intervenes to set that person free.

Our OpSec is run by a countering elite force: the angels of God. Don’t believe the lie that elitism is inherently evil; that’s just an excuse to keep the evil elite out of view behind the mechanisms of their rule. While it is often entertaining to search and discover various human entities secretly wielding their power and influence and gaining whatever form of profit they seek (bear in mind the Three Lusts [PDF]), it is little more than entertainment. A different effort from a different perspective yields a different discovery, sometimes the same people, but seldom the exact same plans and goals, nor the exact same profits. The point is that our divine elite is trustworthy; the human elite can’t even trust themselves.

Nor do we trust ourselves, when it comes to that, but we are conscious of it and see it as just. We know we are fallible and at war within ourselves. We drag this hulk of resisting flesh around day after day, forcing it to show the glory of God, and knowing full well the ultimate results of things really aren’t in our hands in the first place. The greatest victory is simply bringing to our conscious minds the desire to glorify God. That in itself is miracle enough, and God counts that as obedience.

We are compartmentalized by the nature of our situation. I have my calling; you have yours. We cannot possibly see the same exact picture and cannot possibly think the same thoughts. We aren’t being used and abused by someone above us keeping us deceived. We are permitted to see more than we can understand. When we surrender to the flow of the Spirit, it is most certainly the greatest possible benefit to us because His glory is just that: the greatest possible benefit to us.

So long as God grants that we have this Internet as the place to operate, it permits a very high degree of decentralized and compartmentalized operation. But instead of keeping secrets, we do all we can to reveal. Yet it remains hidden by the very fallen nature of those who work against us. I lose nothing by openly explaining it here because it remains incomprehensible to anyone spiritually dead. All we really need is some idea of how to maintain a limited control over the means of communion left to us in our virtual fellowship (the subject matter of all my computer tech support chatter).

That is our Spiritual OpSec here at Kiln of the Soul.

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Psalm 23

Easily one of the most memorized and thoroughly analyzed passages of Scripture, the Shepherd Psalm is still often misunderstood. It is seldom seen as a simple Hebrew parable. Here is King David near the peak of his dominion, when most of the surrounding nations are in decline and the reach of his power expands yearly. Yet he regards himself fortunate to be in the flock of the Good Shepherd. However, not every line of this song remains neatly inside that image.

If there’s anyone who understands what shepherding requires, it’s the seventh son of Jesse, the shepherd boy anointed as king fresh from the fields. Please don’t imagine that David worked alone; a noble son always had a retinue of servants. He did sleep out in the field with the servants, but they were his family’s flocks and he was overseer for several scattered herds. But David was quite obviously a hands-on manager. It’s his voice the sheep were taught to follow, while the other men ran along the edges of the flock to pick up stragglers, ward off threats and keep the sheep from wandering.

He knew that sheep primarily focused on two things: eating and making more sheep. The latter required the former, of course. So David speaks of how God takes care of all the shepherd’s worries and he can focus on the simple things of following the Lord. Sheep waste less energy chasing food if the pastures are green. Most of us have been told that sheep will not drink from busy, noisy water, but it requires the shepherd create a quiet pool along the edge of the stream.

Sheep tend to follow their one chief shepherd’s voice if he calls to them while hiking to the next pasture. In David’s case, the Shepherd of his soul sings and builds an atmosphere of joy and trust. It means the place where a sheep feels on top of the world, because it has no memory of bad times. By definition, the path of the Lord is the way of divine justice. You can’t go wrong following His commands. All you have to keep in mind is the very simple necessity of His glory. How hard can that be?

Sheep seldom noticed much of anything when pasturing except that next bite of grass. If the shepherd was really good, they’d never see the threats he killed or chased off. So in the proverbial Valley of Death, David was nearly mindless about fear, since God was so completely equipped to handle trouble. Please note that the words for rod and staff in Hebrew have no useful distinction in this text and there’s no point in getting hung up on the difference. The primary meaning is a symbol of power and authority, not as a weapon. It’s rather like saying staff in both senses of the word, because the Lord would have a retinue of servants, too.

There’s no experience in a sheep’s life that calls for a dining table. Thus, David departs from the strict sheep image and refers to serving as a retainer in God’s courts. How nice for your opposition to wait tables while you eat! And then he is anointed as their king. It’s enough to make a man giddy, almost drunk, with the unspeakable joy of God’s favor. The power and richness of that divine favor chases David wherever he goes. David has no doubt when he passes from this life it’s just entering an even better version of the same, for he will see His Shepherd face to face.

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In Which the Gloves Come Off

Some of this is hyperbole, but you’ll have to work that out for yourself, because I am a radical, a total nut-case.

You know, that English word drawn from the Latin radix, meaning “root” — as in, getting back to the roots. You’ll have to set aside the politicized meaning of the word in our modern discourse, wherein we shout slogans at one another, but nobody actually talks to people who think differently. Not just the roots as in “the good ol’ days” of whatever you imagine things might have been, but way back beyond anything you probably know about.

I’m all about getting back to the Garden of Eden, of walking through the messy disemboweling of our human lives at the Flaming Sword of Divine Revelation, the voluntary act of repentance, literally turning away from all that man has built up to prevent naked communion with God. And if I have to bend and break rules of grammar and English usage along the way, you can either hang on tight or get the Hell away.

Jeremiah was a radical, and technically a traitor to boot. He preached about surrendering to the invading Babylonian forces. Elijah was a traitor, too. He called God’s fire down from Heaven onto the arresting posse of troops sent after him. Jesus was a radical in that sense, since everything He taught condemned His government, and wasn’t too easy on those in charge of the lawful worship in the Temple.

So while I can’t pretend I’m in the company of those men, their lives indicate it’s not inherently wrong to challenge the existing system.

I carry on like a clergyman. I am well aware of how that works in our society. Except there is not a single organized religious institution suitable for my calling. Not a one of them that I’ve encountered is doing enough right that I could stand to participate. You belong to a church? I reject your church, and if the leadership knew enough about me, they’d reject me, too. In other words, just about all the baggage one expects to find with a clergyman is missing in my life.

We are in such bad shape that we can’t do anything righteous without starting all over from scratch. And on a another planet. In a different dimension. It’s as if we all come from other star systems, so totally alien we can’t imagine who Christ is. I’m that radical.

But I’m not carrying any swords, bombs or torches. I’m not calling fire down from Heaven on folks who don’t agree with me. All I’m doing is standing out in the wilderness, a very far and safe distance from our damned rotting civilization, and calling for folks to come out of that world. Stop being Western; stop being “Christian” by the commonly accepted meanings. Stop being “civilized” in accordance with the biggest lie the Devil has offered so far.

What do you have to change? You are the only one who can know the answer to that. That is, you have to get that directly from God yourself. I’ll offer suggestions in the form of what I am doing, but you’ll never catch me insisting you have to do it my way. But I will always insist that the way you see it done all around you is wrong, wrong, WRONG! I assure you that if people aren’t shitting their pants at your words and behavior, you are not trying hard enough. They crucified Jesus for what He said and did.

If you are not some kind of living, flaming challenge to everyone’s assumptions, then you are moral chickenshit. But I’ll wait for you to catch on. I’m not in any big hurry. Meanwhile, if pagans, Buddhists, Muslims, atheists — and folks who don’t fit any useful labels — cluster to this blog while Christians throw flaming darts, I think I’m doing a good job of talking about Christ.

I’m not going to come after you and drag you away from your current life. You have to volunteer. You have to throw away all the stuff you have now and take that long damned hike out where I am. You’ll never make it unless God is with you. I’m not out here to offer an example in the sense that you need to ape me and join my little cult. I’m pretty hard to find (sometimes hard to understand) in the first place, so every escapee is likely a friend. If you simply opt out of the mainstream, chances are you’ll think of me as an ally at the minimum. There are so few of us, that I’m glad for that little bit of company.

This ain’t no movie with a happy ending. Welcome to my insanity, if you can handle it.

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Prayer Request: Endless Allergies (Updated)

Update: It’s the house, folks. Apparently it’s mold and it’s getting critical. When things freeze, I’m sure I’ll be okay for the most part. I’m going to check into dust masks, etc. And I could feel your prayers today.

Original post follows…

Aside from the ongoing vehicle hunt, I’m facing a personal health issue.

Keep in mind that I am not in full control of all the circumstances in which I live. I’m stuck with a trailer house I can’t afford to sell because the payments are lower than rent on just a patch of plain dirt. Yet, it may be that the house has something in it that’s causing the problem, but there is no simple human solutions right now. That’s why I need your prayers.

For most of my life I’ve suffered from rhinitis and related allergy issues. Living in Southeast Texas for a few years nearly killed me due to the high mold and pollen presence. I was sick often and pretty badly. Here in Oklahoma it was at least seasonal. I’ve found a way to survive the seasonal stuff until it went away on its own. It never lasted that long.

Until now. Nine days so far, though with a bit of ebb and flow. Here are some things I’ve done: I’ve typically flushed my sinuses with saline at least monthly, and more like 2-3 times daily in this bout. I’ve run a heavy-duty vibrator across my head and face, which breaks up nascent impactions. If I have the strength to work out, that always clears things up for a while. Sometimes I’m zapped, and like it or not, I am reduced to taking benadryl just so I can sleep. Without it, sleep is fleeting at best. I refuse to use cough syrups, despite the near constant phlegm in my airway and coughing. I also won’t take Phenylephidrine or Sudafed; they are pointless in my case and frankly harmful. Most of the herbal remedies I could get are commercial and suspect.

Our area has been heavily polluted with various kinds of defoliants due to utilities work, so we have almost no natural herbs. We are in the looping flight path over Tinker AFB — it’s constant and you can smell the jet fuel and soot some days. This is a major maintenance depot. I believe our house may have a large wet spot in the insulation on the bottom side, probably there for years. No, I can’t afford to fix it.

Right now, I strongly suspect the combination of factors is worst when I’m home. Tomorrow I’ll start planning on spending my days at the library (free wifi for my laptop) and out of the flight path. I’ll be close to the gym and I can tote my lunch and drinks easily on my bicycle. If that turns out to help very much, I’ll need to pray about moving, and that would take a miracle.

You probably know I’m hardly afraid of dying, but I’m pretty sure this is not my time.

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Opera Beta for Debian on SL 7

It works fine on Scientific Linux 7. Instead of holding your hand, I’ll tell you how I worked it out.

Get the package from here. It’s for 64-bit only right now. Since all the current 7.x series for RHEL/CentOS/SL is 64-bit only (CentOS team claims to be working on a 32-bit), if you are running one of them, you should have no trouble.

I opted to run it from my home directory. It’s easier to update that way. It comes in a DEB package format, but any of the archive tools should easily open it. I used Engrampa and extracted it in a separate “opera” folder. All you really need is the zipped data.tar.xz part. From the CLI, I ran unxz and then untarred it. What you get is a set of folders to match typical installation on most Debian Linux systems. However, I moved them all as they were in that “opera” folder into my home directory.

Given this is not written for any of the RHEL clones, I knew I needed to test it on the CLI to get back useful errors. Drop down into the localized “/usr/bin” folder and find opera-beta and launch thus: ./opera-beta.

The first error was regarding libcrypto. It’s coded to look for a specific version and we only need to use a symlink for this. As root, create a symlink: /usr/lib64/libcrypto.so.1.0.1e > /usr/lib64/libcrypto.so.1.0.0. Try again and you’ll get a complaint about libudev. Just use the cues provided to see what to name your symlink. This is going to work just fine.

The next attempt to launch gets a complaint about the sandbox in Opera-beta: It needs to be owned by root and have 4755 permissions. Make it so; on my machine that worked out like this (as root):

chown root:root /home/ed/opera/usr/lib/x86_64-linux-gnu/opera-beta/opera_sandbox
chmod 4755 /home/ed/opera/usr/lib/x86_64-linux-gnu/opera-beta/opera_sandbox

After that, it ran very nicely. It creates it’s own new config in your ~./.config and caches in ~/.cache. Now you can create a desktop launcher and make sure it’s marked as a binary.

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A Little Scholarship, Please — Part 2

We are the bride of Christ.

You can’t make a parable walk on all-fours, but symbols are chosen for a reason. The most manly shepherd in the Kingdom of Heaven still has to understand the bride’s perspective on things. You can’ tell me that King Solomon, the biggest skirt-chaser in Hebrew history, didn’t have a grasp of the godly bride’s point of view in his Song of Solomon. We who follow Jesus, as a whole, are that woman.

And we are His exclusive domain. The Hebrews were pretty prickly about keeping the sexes from mixing in public. That is, random adults who weren’t related could not speak to each other if they weren’t the same gender. We should hardly be surprised that they had no trouble extending that to the metaphor of Israel as the Bride of Jehovah. Israelis traveling in a polytheistic world would avoid any hint of unfaithfulness to God. Acting differently was the primary means of evangelism.

“You shall have no other gods before Me.” So long as you expect to live in His Presence and under His blessings (the feudalistic term “before me”), you weren’t permitted to dilute your religious devotion with other deities. The Law made much of rituals on this point.

Here’s what’s crazy: The rituals of Moses were fairly consistent with the rituals and symbols acceptable to a wide range of tribal nations in that part of the world. The primary reason Israelis kept drifting off into worship of Baal was the broad similarity. Hey, a Hebrew woman called her husband “baal” — meaning “my lord.” Again, there’s that ANE feudalism as the assumed background. And if one worshiped any Baal, there was always his consort Astarte. As noted yesterday, a rhinoceros in the room was how sexually depraved the Canaanites were in everything they did. To them, depravity was required by their gods.

So while a great many ritual items in the Law of Moses were nothing more than avoiding the rituals of pagan idolatry, there was plenty of overlapping symbolism and ritual. A major point was that God insisted their could be no physical representation of Him, against the utter requirement of having idols in virtually every other religion. Even then, there was some hedging. The Golden Calf was not the god they worshiped, but symbolized the mount ridden by the invisible god. The details have been analyzed to death by some truly great scholars, and any summary would be an injustice. But it boils down to God’s declaration: “I am not like the others.”

At what point does social reverence become idolatry? When does a hero become a demigod, or a genuine deity? Where do you draw the line to avoid idolatry? In our modern English usage, “idolize” hardly means genuine worship. It’s a figure of speech.

Something becomes an idol when it comes between you and Jehovah. It becomes idolatry when reverence and pursuit of something hinders your divine calling.

Every culture has a mythology. The academic meaning reaches far beyond the common usage. Mythology is the bulk of values and beliefs about reality that are seldom discussed and virtually never questioned. The Hebrew people had a mythology in that sense. In the latter stages of the Judean kingdom, that mythology became an excuse for all sorts of idiocy. When the meaning of the language changes, the stories that illustrate the meaning of life also impart a different meaning. The Jews of Jesus’ day idolized their theology, a body of intellectual assumptions they didn’t have before the conquest of Alexander the Great. His Hellenism completely altered the meaning of the Hebrew mythology, making it a false mythology, diverging from revelation. It was just a step away from worshiping their own intellects.

Their theology excluded the Son of God, who was very much an Ancient Hebrew Messiah.

I can tell you where and when Western mythology contradicts the Bible. There is a wealth of heavy-duty scholarship I can point to, backing my claim that a Western orientation is contrary to following Christ. I can tell you generally how other religions in that part of the world might be a problem for Christians. I can describe a reasonable facsimile of what Abraham likely believed before he left his tribal home (he was a polytheist), and how it was quite different from the eventual revelation in Moses. I can also show you how Moses absorbed some ideas previously unique to Egyptian mythology because he saw it was consistent with revelation. I cannot tell you when your various religious reasonings cross the line. In truth, I really can’t say when your fruit is morally rotten, but I can tell you when I won’t be working with you. I can tell you when you’ve crossed the boundaries God laid for me.

We are not at all like the Zoroastrians, for whom all deities were like a college of associates (over whom Zarathustra presided). We assert there may be a lot of mythology and heroes, but there is only one Creator. Paul notes in 1 Corinthians 10:14ff that to the degree you actually worship something other than Jehovah, it’s messing with demons. He is quite squeamish about engaging in pagan rituals. I suppose if we paid more attention to Corinthian religious habits, we would understand better. It was almost as depraved as ancient Canaan. You can’t afford to have women chanting and speaking in esoteric languages when your place of worship is on the same street as a temple with ritual prostitutes making the same kind of noises. Context is everything; try avoiding any activity that might be already used as some kind of religious ritual in that crazy place.

But Paul echoes something Moses struggled to get across: There is no other god. Sometimes we can see where a pagan religion is struggling out of darkness for whatever truth they can see. So Paul talks about how pagans can sometimes be morally more acceptable to God than some Jews or Christians. He also noted how going to Heaven was not dependent on having the right theology, but that spiritual awakening is the beginning of a search for a useful theology.

I have a bigger objection to most mainstream Western Christian religion than I do with a lot of pagan religion I’ve encountered. If your morals match my understanding of God’s character, we can work together. If you claim Christ as your Lord, we can worship together. I’ll leave a lot of room for you to be different from me because I have doubts about my own righteousness; we remain fallen creatures until we leave this world. Still, I have to paint the boundary markers in this world that I find in my conscience. So do you.

If you can swallow what I write here, then at the least we’ll be friends.

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A Little Scholarship, Please — Part 1

Most people have no clue.

When I rant a rave about the difference between our perverted Western Civilization against that of the Ancient Hebrew, I’m pointing to a really huge shift in thinking. I struggle to get that across, despite the wealth of information about that available in Christian academic literature. However, if I take you farther back along the story line to Abraham’s time and his cultural background in Sumeria, I confess it is so alien, you can scarcely imagine it, unless you’ve studied it yourself.

It’s every bit as murky as Egyptian Civilization. The narrative was in constant flux, and not least because of politics. Every new ruler wanted the mythology changed to support his “divine right” to reign. Everyone knows that the official propaganda was one thing, but what the common man was likely to believe was another entirely. Sadly, we are far more familiar with the official propaganda because the common man had no one to record his thoughts. We do well to catch glimpses in their behavior and hazard a guess as to what it might have signaled.

And then we have to filter all that through the modern political agendas and propaganda, which most assuredly affects academia today. Whole armies of college professors are little more than one big echo chamber for some current political orthodoxy. Here’s the deal: Do your own homework and don’t expect to ever really understand any better than some common fellow in ancient times who couldn’t even spell his own name. What matters is not what you know, but whether you have surrendered to God whatever resources you have and made an honest effort to know what He wants you to know.

Permit me now to offer the results of my own research regarding the vast territory of learning in the Ancient Near East. I am far more familiar with Mesopotamia and European mythology than that of Egypt, but I’ve studied all of it some. For the most part, I’ve studied all of that in the context of how it touched the Hebrew people and the resulting Bible narrative.

Today I want to mention Astarte, the name for a whole range of Canaanite goddesses. In the Bible, it’s pretty much all one thing. In general, she was the patron goddess of ritual prostitutes. That is, if a man in that day and time visited a prostitute at all, it was likely her services were in the name of Astarte. The Canaanites had their own take on her. The associations varied widely across the context. For example, in Moab, there was a period when a significant portion of all females in the nation were obliged to serve her periodically, such as during certain festivals. This is related to Balaam’s teaching King Balak how to subvert the invading Israelites during the Conquest Period.

First, let’s strip away all the cultural meaning for a moment: God’s eternal moral standard is one man and one woman paired for life, exclusive to all others. There was a bit of room to fudge in various Law Covenants, but Jesus nailed it down as to what God had in mind. The underlying principle was that social stability depended on the sanctity of the marriage bed for both partners. No deity has any business asking for you to spread it around just to fund their temple building project. To be honest, the Hebrews were rather unique in one thing: Virtually ever other culture expected men to spread it around and get their rocks off with almost anything. Israel gave wives ownership rights to the husband’s sexual vigor. The Levant was generally surprised when a man of wealth and power did not try to copulate with all and sundry.

Everybody in ancient times knew the Canaanites were the most perverted nasty scumbags when it came to sex. The Romans and Greeks both thought the Canaanites were degradingly perverted by comparison. For the bulk of Israel’s history, their entire experience with the name Astarte reflected this brazen debasement of womanhood. In the Hebrew mind, there could be no harmless female deity, since they were uniformly associated with rejection of the Covenant of Moses.

The Hebrews lumped together names that were linguistically similar, even if the meaning of the names were quite different. So Astarte was the same as Ishtar and Oester in their minds. In the case of historical associations of the name Oester, that’s not far from correct. That is, in terms of how her mythology influenced things in Europe broadly, she represents today the source of Western feminism. However, Ishtar is not unanimously so associated in the minds of people like Abraham. In some cases, she was simply the goddess of the hearth and noble motherhood — an entirely different meaning. Moses would have been familiar with Isis in a similar vein. The names could represent a certain amount of moral decency. Moses finally concluded that there was no other God but Jehovah, but he also knew that was a radical notion.

We are not under Moses. I’m not going to tell you what to believe. You can form associations in your own mind with the symbolism of this or that deity and name. Let me remind you of something Paul wrote regarding the Old Testament: We should be diligent in our own study of the Scripture to rightly divide what parts of Moses apply to us, while realizing that some of it cannot possibly bind us outside of the people, time and place of Ancient Israel. Most especially be careful to recognize that names and labels from that ancient world cannot possibly be nailed down to one precise meaning.

For that matter, there’s plenty of things associated with the name of Christ today in Western Christianity that surely embarrasses Him. If you come from any traditional Christian background, be aware of the broader meanings of pagan mythology. By the same token, if you come from a pagan background, don’t be shocked at the harshness of narrow Hebrew associations for things. We who are spiritual can afford to be indulgent of folks who don’t know what we know.

One of the biggest problems I run into is this knee-jerk reaction that our cultural substrate is the human default. It seems nobody wants to understand that what we have today is an anomaly, an intellectual tradition more radically different from all others than any of the rest are from each other. With this faulty assumption comes a typical Western Christian attitude that the Scripture canon is the compendium of all there is to know about the things it addresses. It was never meant to be that. It was the narrative of one particular nation and reflected what they had to know for their own covenant with God. Some of that narrative trumps all others, but not every bit of it.

So while I have a big objection to introducing Lilith into the Eden narrative because it changes the entire meaning of the story completely, that doesn’t mean every item of external mythology is relentlessly evil. You shall know them by their moral fruit, not so much by their words. Labels are fungible; the moral character of God is not. Our Western heritage has elevated the meaning of “truth” to some self-existent deity equal to our Creator. We tend to think language is objective, too. The folks who gave us the Bible would snicker at such nonsense.

Truth is not objective, but is the Person of God Himself.

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Kubuntu Guide Published

Cover image for the book

Cover image for the book

Yeah, I’m a busy boy today. I was persuaded to charge a very small amount for this one. However, if I know you as a regular reader or you can contact me with a decent sob story, I’ll get a copy for free. However, the piddling charge goes to computer ministry. Later on I’ll have a print-on-demand version at Lulu. I changed the title because Canonical is crabby about their trademarks.

The Shortest Path to Linux

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