Good vs. Evil.
If god is great then he is not good. If god is good then he is not great. I heard Rob Hand explain that in seminary school, this is one of the first epithets the young pastors learn to deal with. The resolution is beyond me. It seems circular and unsolvable.
Of the many tropes we Modernians love to wrestle, good versus bad is high on the list. The sacred struggle between Yin and Yang is expressed in every moment of consciousness. I believe it IS consciousness. If we can see the good in the bad and the bad in the good, we are on the right track to salvation. Otherwise, you are still blaming victims.
I declare that being conscious is awareness of the ongoing rape of Yin by Yang. The willing defilement. The Whore is always asking for it. The Rapist is always wanting to do it. Boys and girls are different.
Fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree. Humun urges are physical demonstrations of divine energy. Everything taboo and all is sacred. That does not mean you have to pray to the devil. It simply means that you must know what is in you and bless it some way.
We are made from both urges. The male recipe is different from the feminine recipe but they are both made from the same cupboard. The same garden. The garden where the sun shines in the day and sleeps in darkness by night. The place where ideas project us into the future and dreams seal us into a blissful continuum.
Yang - What happens when you are good and you know it? How do you feel about others when that happens? I feel righteous when I am good, when I do good. I help a person or recycle my plastic. That person is grateful and earth is preserved. I am proud of my choice to do these deeds. The person is better off. Can this scenario be wrong, bad or evil? This sounds perfect. Cut and dried goodness is just all right with me.
One God cultures tells us that Yang is good.
End of story?
Yin - What about the evil side of the story? What happens when you know you have been terribly naughty or pure evil? I feel self righteous. I try to justify my behavior. I twist logic around the wrong doing in attempt to excuse my evil ways. I blame others for this lapse in judgment. I blame genetics, or childhood, or the perceived motives of enemies. And the stars. Do not forget the stars.
One God cultures tells us that Yin is bad. They call her weak and yet they tremble in fear of her death dealing ways. The pussy gobbles the cock. Makes it disappear. Literally the most observed part of a male person as he tugs at it for two reasons many times every day of his life. He grabs it to shoot pee and jizz. He calls it Little Man. And in a moment of faith and courage, he plunges his beloved Little Buddy into an abyss, only to lose his strength, to give up his power. He calls her Devil.
This is why Christianity is what it is; a man’s religion about the male sexual experience. Jesus is god’s penis that is plunged into the dark feminine world of three dimensions. He dives into this fallen place where he dies a tortured death but he doesn’t mind because his death saves the species. Yin cocoon transforms Yang jizz into divided cells and life goes on. They use the word, fallen, to describe life on earth.
The struggle that can only be overcome by not struggling. Fall. Be Fallen. Is that really so bad? The Fallen World. Pastor presents this scene as a bad thing. But if the electric energy of god did not fall into the physical feminine place, no one would know him.
Praise the wine. Praise the cup. When the Traveler arrives, is he still the Traveler, or does he become the Settler? When motion stills, it is not motion.
I am more than willing to take full credit for my Yang deeds Yay me! I am even more willing to blame another for my Yin deeds. Boo you!
“The devil made me do it.” Popular in religious and secular circles.
“Your mean words made me do it.” Popular in cancel culture.
“Your ancestor hurt my ancestor.” Popular down through the ages.
Believe the Word.
How do I redeem myself from failure? Christians tell me the Vicarious Atonement should do the trick. I must fall on my knees and accept Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior. Get baptized and walk away clean. No introspection required. No evil on or around my person, my mind or my soul. I can be as self righteous as I please now because no matter what I do, I am absolved by faith, not deeds.
Believe the Deed.
The Jews have the opposite ideal. They say that I must do the right thing to achieve Atonement. Pray and do stuff. Jews invented the One Male God ideal, yet they live the feminine Ess experience. They also have the book with words to heed.
Before the written words of Modernity, religion was practiced by memorized ritual. The feminine/yin part of creation was and still is remembered through reenactment. From birth to cataclysmic death, they saw themselves as pieces of creation rather than exempt from it.
Science, the modern religion tells us that we are separate from ourselves. We are killed and dissected for life. None found. Move on. When modern wimmin joined into scientific research we got Margaret Mead living with people. We got Jane Goodall living with chimps. Wimmin are the experiencers. Science is feminine-matter. Ideas are masculine-no matter.
Ironically, yin does and yang thinks but does nothing. Why is that ironic? Because we have learned that Yin is passive and Yang is active. Well, here’s a thought.
Yin is magnetic. That is why we call the femmes the harlots, the sluts, the whores. Aphrodite, the maiden, calls Hermes the dude into her body. She asks for it. It cannot be otherwise. Either she invites him into her, so she chooses; or he imposes himself into her, she is raped. Either way, there is sexing. Good sex. Evil sex.
Sex is happening in every moment. Two Gods Fucking. Eternally. If they stopped, we would disappear.
The conjunction of Yin and Yang is the nexus of our awareness. This is where we are. Good and Evil. The two gods. Swallow both and become your true self. Good creates evil and Evil creates good.
Rather than condemn a slob for her slobby habits, I am learning to appreciate her habits. What?! I love to tidy up. I feel wonderful when the forks are lined up in the drawer. Color coordinated sock stashes make me feel like all is right in the world. These results, although rewarding, are not my reward. The doing is the thing. The slob provides me with my doings. Her mess is my salvation. Salvation is in the doing.
My slob is not evil. I no longer hate the slob. I am grateful to her because she has given me agency. Agency, supposedly the thing of singularity, is the real product of cooperative interaction.
Swallow your demon. Greet your shadow. Be happy.