Showing posts with label Moses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moses. Show all posts

Monday, 16 December 2019

Stand Up and Make a Start.

I’m not suggesting the deep alienation that Late Capitalism engenders can be rinsed away by joining a bowling club, but it’s a 

Now the priest of Midian had seven daughters: and they came and drew water, and filled the troughs to water their father's flock.

And the shepherds came and drove them away: 

but Moses stood up and helped them.

"Sometimes in my live shows I ask the audience if they belong to any groups: a football team, a religious group, a union, a book club, a housing committee, rowing club – I am surprised by how few people have a Tribe.

Whilst the impact of globalisation on national identity cannot yet be fully understood, I can certainly appreciate the reductive appeal of statist myth. I become ultra English during a World Cup, the last one in particular was like a jolly revival of the ‘death of Diana’ in its ability to pull a nation together in collective hysteria.

But soon enough the bunting comes down, the screens in public squares go black and we are atomized once more. The space between us no longer filled with chants, ditties and ‘in jokes’, eyes back on the pavement, attention drawn within.

I’m not suggesting the deep alienation that Late Capitalism engenders can be rinsed away by joining a bowling club, but it’s a •START•.

And having a Teacher within the group to which you belong provides intimacy and purpose. In the guru traditions of India the love between teacher and student surpasses all other forms, for here it is explicit that what is being transferred in this relationship is nothing short of God’s love and how an individual can embody the divine.

We live in lonely and polarized times, where many of us feel lost and fractured. It is evident in our politics but political events reflect deeper and more personal truths. I’ve been trying for a while now to explain what I feel is happening in the societies that I’m familiar with, by which I mean Europe, Australia, the United States – not that I’m claiming to be a sociologist, I don’t have a clue how to approach whatever the hell may be happening in Pakistan or China, but here, here in our post-secular edge lands where the old ideas are dying and the new ones not yet born, I feel a consistent and recognizable yearning for meaning beyond the dayglow ashes of burnt-out consumerism, lurching dumb zombie nationalism, starchy, corrupt religion and the CGI circus of modern mainstream media.

I’ve been watching for a long time and I knew before Trump, Brexit, radicalism and the ‘new right’ that something serious was up.


Sometimes we despair and sometimes we distract because it seems like too much for one person to tackle and we’ve forgotten how to collude.

Yet alone, I am nothing”

Excerpt From
Russell Brand

Thursday, 5 December 2019


(The phone rings in REYES' bedroom. Her alarm clock shows the time as 9:09. REYES' picks up. The screen splits in half.)

REYES: (into phone) Hello?

SCULLY: (into phone) All right. I need to know.

REYES: (into phone) What?

SCULLY: (into phone) What my numerology is. My number. Whatever you call it. What am I?

REYES: (into phone) You're a nine.

SCULLY: (into phone) Which means what?

REYES: (into phone) Nine is completion. You've evolved through the experiences of all the other numbers to a spiritual realization that this life is only part of a larger whole.

(SCULLY is silent, and looks happy at what she's hearing.)

Have you heard of Jerusalem Syndrome?

Yeah, it's when people who visit the Holy Land suffer religious delusions induced by the journey.

Yeah, they return home convinced they're the Messiah, Moses, the Virgin Mary, even the Devil himself. 
Well, if that's what Simon Gates believes, he's just as delusional as Michael Kryder, only a lot more dangerous.

Yeah, but it still doesn't explain how he was able to burn his fingerprints into Owen Jarvis' flesh.

Wednesday, 17 April 2019

God as Judge and Redeemer

Jordan Peterson Reads Cardinal Ratzinger - Qualitative Judgement And Aim - God and Judge and Redeemer



“ One of the things that Piaget says about kids is that they first learn to play a game, but they don't know what the rules are. 

Meaning that, if you have a bunch of kids together, they can play a game. 

But if you take one of the kids out of the game when they're young, say six, and say, what are the rules? 

They can only sort of give you a representation. So you take six-year-old one, and he’ll tell you some of the rules, and six-year-old two will tell you different rules, and six-year-old three will tell you different rules. 

But, if you put them all together, they can play. 

They have the knowledge embodied, either individually or in the group. 

The knowledge is there to be extracted. 

Then they get a little older, and they can extract the rule. Then they start to play by the rules. 

Piaget’s last step was that it’s not just that the kids play by the rules: they learn that they can make the rules. 

He thought about that as moral progression. 

First, you can play. 

Then you can play by the rules. 

Then you learn, maybe—because he didn’t think everyone learned this—that you’re actually the master of the rules. 

That doesn’t mean the rules are arbitrary, but it means that you can be the generator of the rules, assuming that you know how to play the game. He thought about that as a moral progression. 

I thought, well, that's exactly what happened to Moses in the story of Exodus. Moses is out there leading all those Israelites around. 

They don't have a law, and they don't have a law-giver. They have a tradition. 

They’re all crabby because they’re in a desert. They were in a tyranny, but now they're in a desert. That's no improvement. 


So they're really getting pretty bitchy about it. They're worshipping false idols, having one catastrophe after another, and they get Moses to judge their conflicts. He does that for God only knows how long—forever. 

Crabby Israelites come to Moses and bitch at him. 


‘He did this, and she did that.’ 

He has to figure out how to make peace. He does that for so long that one of his relatives—I think it’s his father-in-law—tells him he has to stop doing it, because he’s going to exhaust himself. You think, what's happening? 


I’m not assuming that this is a literal, historical story. I think, again, it’s a condensation. Any group has a set of customs, just like a wolf pack does. The customs are being manifest, and someone who’s a genius is watching, and thinking, ok, what's the rule in this situation? What's the rule in this situation? What’s the rule in this situation? And then, in his imagination the rules turn into a hierarchy. He goes up on the mountain and it goes, bang! And he thinks, oh my God! Here’s the rules that we’ve been living by all this time! That's the revelation of the commandments. How else could it be? The rules came first and obeying them came second? No. The actions come first, and then you figure out what everybody’s up to. You say, ‘hey, look, this is what you’ve been up to all along, and everybody goes, oh, yeah, that seems to make sense.’ If it didn't, who would follow them? No one is going to follow them if they don't match what’s already there. You just think about that as unjust. “

And after these things I heard a great voice of much people in heaven, saying, Alleluia; Salvation, and glory, and honour, and power, unto the Lord our God:


For true and righteous are his judgments: for he hath judged the great whore, which did corrupt the earth with her fornication, and hath avenged the blood of his servants at her hand.


And again they said, Alleluia. And her smoke rose up for ever and ever.


And the four and twenty elders and the four beasts fell down and worshipped God that sat on the throne, saying, Amen; Alleluia.


And a voice came out of the throne, saying, Praise our God, all ye his servants, and ye that fear him, both small and great.


And I heard as it were the voice of a great multitude, and as the voice of many waters, and as the voice of mighty thunderings, saying, Alleluia: for the Lord God omnipotent reigneth.


Let us be glad and rejoice, and give honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come, and his wife hath made herself ready.


And to her was granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.


And he saith unto me, Write, Blessed are they which are called unto the marriage supper of the Lamb. And he saith unto me, These are the true sayings of God.


And I fell at his feet to worship him. And he said unto me, See thou do it not: I am thy fellowservant, and of thy brethren that have the testimony of Jesus: worship God: for the testimony of Jesus is the spirit of prophecy.


And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.


His eyes were as a flame of fire, and on his head were many crowns; and he had a name written, that no man knew, but he himself.


And he was clothed with a vesture dipped in blood: and his name is called The Word of God.


And the armies which were in heaven followed him upon white horses, clothed in fine linen, white and clean.


And out of his mouth goeth a sharp sword, that with it he should smite the nations: and he shall rule them with a rod of iron: and he treadeth the winepress of the fierceness and wrath of Almighty God.


And he hath on his vesture and on his thigh a name written, KING OF KINGS, AND LORD OF LORDS.


And I saw an angel standing in the sun; and he cried with a loud voice, saying to all the fowls that fly in the midst of heaven, Come and gather yourselves together unto the supper of the great God;


That ye may eat the flesh of kings, and the flesh of captains, and the flesh of mighty men, and the flesh of horses, and of them that sit on them, and the flesh of all men, both free and bond, both small and great.


And I saw the beast, and the kings of the earth, and their armies, gathered together to make war against him that sat on the horse, and against his army.


And the beast was taken, and with him the false prophet that wrought miracles before him, with which he deceived them that had received the mark of the beast, and them that worshipped his image. These both were cast alive into a lake of fire burning with brimstone.


And the remnant were slain with the sword of him that sat upon the horse, which swordproceeded out of his mouth: and all the fowls were filled with their flesh.


Friday, 12 April 2019

Alternative Easter Movies : DOGVILLE

“I don't deserve that bread!

I stole that bone

I haven't stolen anything before —

So now, now I have to punish myself.

I was raised to be arrogant —

So I had to teach myself these things......”

- Grace

Hi all, Will...

Hello Tom

Grace, How is all going?

Not very well l'm afraid


No, nobody needs any help

Well, I thought that might be the case

Grace :
His plan to make everybody like me has run in to a few problems because nobody wants me to work for them — I would really like to offer something in return.

You're all running a terrible risk having me here...

l mean, l am willing to learn

There must be someone who needs help

Mr. McKay's sight is not so good

Grace :
Yes, l went to Mr. McKay
l went to Martha and to Chuck and Vera's, 
and nobody seems to need any help

They all think everyone else needs something and not themselves

Funny, that's exactly what Tom said

Grace :
I suppose he's pleased.

Just to prove him wrong, 
maybe you can lend a hand here!

But Ginger, there really isn't anything we need done
Grace :
Perhaps there's something you don’t need done?

Anything we don't need done?
Grace :
Something that you would like done,
but that you don't think is necessary

What on earth would that be?

Grace :
Maybe... maybe the gooseberry bushes

The gooseberries are just fine, thank you very much

Grace :
No, not yours
The ones that planted themselves in the tall grass

We don't grow anything there 

Grace :
A bit of tidying up -
Who knows, those bushes might one day bear fruit

Yeah, that's true, that's true

Who knows....

All right, girl

Those alabaster hands of yours are hereby engaged to weed the wild gooseberry bushes

Grace :
Thank you! this, you see
Anything to close them...
just be careful, that's all

After a few of the wild little gooseberry bushes had given up the ghost in the care of Grace's, as-yet unpracticed alabaster hands, things began looking up with the weeding and the town

ln fact, it turned out there were not so few things that the other townsfolk of Dogville didn't need doing either —

As Ben had no home, Grace's domestic experiments were absolutely things he didn't need,
but he put up with them anyhow, appearing with astonishing punctuality when the act of domesticity had been completed, no matter how unpredictable business hours in the freight industry might otherwise have been; as hitherto
they had coped splendidly with Olivia's excellent
diaper arrangement.

If Jack Mckay had needed a partner for conversation he would surely have gone out and
gotten one for himself in the town —

So it was not out of need that he allowed Grace to sit with him in his dark parlor with the dramatic drapes on one wall for lengthy discussions regarding the underestimated qualities of the light on the East Coast.

As Martha wouldn't dream of burdening the parish with wear and tear of the pedals and bellows while waiting for the new priest to be appointed — she practiced without a note ever leaving the organ and was therefore not really in need of anyone to turn her pages;

And God Knows that Mr. and Mrs. Henson's son did not need any help with his books and that the family had taken Grace in for her own sake;

And although Liz's hands had improved through Grace's good counsel, Thomas Edison was a doctor and of indisputable health and he did not need care, or help with the pills from the medicine closet with its many secrets
Actually Chuck was the only one ''not yet hooked,'' as Tom put it —


You sound so arrogant!

Arrogance is The Worst Thing!

“a manifest feeling of superiority of one's worth or importance, combined with contempt of others,"  

From Latin arrogantia, present participle of arrogare "to claim for oneself, assume," from ad "to" (see ad-) + rogare "to ask, to propose (a law, a candidate); to ask a favor, entreat, request," apparently a figurative use of a PIE verb meaning literally "to stretch out (the hand)," from root *reg- "move in a straight line."

You know which words DON’T appear in the Etymology of the word ‘arrogant’...? (Or any like them..?)

“Delusional”, “False”, “Inauthentic”, “Wrong”....

Also — it’s contempt “OF others”, not contempt “FOR others”.... it doesn’t preclude the possibility that those you express contempt for might be contemptible, or that you are actually Better Than Them (the person or persons who are calling you arrogant)

Grace was no expert in exclusive automobiles
Yet, she recognized with no difficulty the sound of the vehicle that was rounding the corner from Canyon Road at that very moment

Alas, in Grace's memory the legendary purr of
the Cadillac series  C was inextricably linked with another rather less sophisticated sound — that of gunfire directed against her person

Don't you need to justify your actions before you shoot us

That's new
That could be interpreted as weakness, Daddy...

l'm disappointed in you!

l'm not gonna shoot anybody

You shot at me before

l'm sorry, l regret that - You ran away
But shooting at you certainly didn't help matters

Of course not

You're, far, far too stubborn

lf you don't want to kill me then why did you come?

Our last conversation the one in which you told me
what it was you didn't like about me never really concluded as you ran away

l should be allowed to tell you what l don't like about you

That l believe would be a rule of polite conversation, you know
That's why you showed up?

And you call me stubborn

You're sure you're not here to force me to go back and become like you?

lf I thought there was a chance of forcing you but of course that will never happen

You are more more than welcome to return home and become my daughter again anytime and

l would even begin to share my power and responsibility with you if you did

Not that you care.

So what is it?

What is it, the thing... the thing that you don't like about me?

lt was a word you used that provoked me
You called me arrogant

To plunder as it were a God given right
l'd call that arrogant, daddy

But that is exactly what l don't like about you
lt is you that is arrogant!

That's what you came here say?
l'm not the one passing judgment, Daddy, you are.

No, you do not pass judgment because you sympathize with them —
A deprived childhood, and a homicide really isn't necessarily a homicide, right?

The only thing you can blame is circumstances
Rapists and murderers may be the victims according to you, 
l call them dogs 
and if they're lapping up their own vomit 
the only way to stop them is with the lash       

But dogs only obey their own nature
So why shouldn't we forgive them?

Dogs can be taught many useful things
but not, NOT if we forgive them every time
they obey their own nature

So, l'm arrogant
l'm arrogant because l forgive people?

My God —
Can't you see how condescending you are when you say that?

You have this preconceived notion that nobody, listen — that nobody can't possibly attain the same high
ethical standards as you so you exonerate them

l can not think of anything more arrogant than that

You, my child... my dear child you forgive others with excuses that you would never in the world permit for yourself



Why shouldn't l be merciful?

No, no, no You should, you should be merciful when there is time to be merciful

But you must maintain your own standard
You owe them that

You owe them that

The penalty you deserve for your transgressions, they deserve for their transgressions

they are human beings

- No, no, no

Does every human being need to be accountable for their actions?

Of course they do

But you don't even give them that chance

And that is extremely arrogant

I love you, I love you
I love you to death

But you are the most arrogant person I have ever met

And you call me arrogant!

l have no more to say
You are arrogant, l'm arrogant
You've said it, now you can leave

And without my daughter, I suppose?


I said without my daughter?

Hmm, yes!



Well, you decide, you decide

Grace, they say you are having some trouble here
No more trouble than back home
I'll give you a little time to think about this

Perhaps you will change your mind

I won't

Listen, my love... power is not so bad...

I am sure that you can find a way to make use of it in your own fashion...
Take a walk and think about it

The people who live here are doing their best under very hard circumstances

If you say so, Grace.
But is their best really good enough?
Do they love you?

Grace had already thought for a long time

She had known that if she were not shot when the gangsters arrived she would be faced with her father's suggestion that she return to become a conspirator with him and his gang of thugs and felons and she did not need any walk to reconsider her response to that

Even though the difference between the people she knew back home and the people she'd met in Dogville had proven somewhat slighter than she'd expected

Grace looked at the gooseberry bushes so fragile in the smooth darkness

It was good to know that if you did not treat them ill they would be there come spring as always
and come summer they'd again
be bursting with the quite incomprehensible quantity of berries that were so good in pies specially with cinnamon Grace looked around at the frightened faces behind the windowpanes that were following her every step and felt ashamed of being part of inflicting that fear

How could she ever hate them for what was at bottom merely their weakness?

She would probably have done things like those that had befallen her if she'd lived in one of these houses to measure them by her own yardstick as her father put it.
Would she not, in all honesty have done the same as Chuck and Vera and Ben and Mrs. Henson and Tom and all these people in their houses?

Grace paused



And while she did, the clouds scattered

and let the moonlight through



and Dogville underwent another of those

little changes of light



lt was if the light, previously

so merciful and faint



finally refused to cover up

for the town any longer



Suddenly you could

no longer imagine



a berry that would appear one day

on a gooseberry bush



but only see the thorn

that was there right now



The light now penetrated every

unevenness and flaw in the buildings...






in... the people!



And all of a sudden she knew

the answer to her question all to well



lf she had acted like them



she could not have defended

a single one of her actions



and could not have condemned

them harshly enough



lt was as if her sorrow and pain

finally assumed their rightful place






What they had done

was not good enough



And if one had the power

to put it to rights, it was one's duty to do so for the sake of the other towns
For the sake of humanity
And not least for the sake of the human being that was Grace herself 

If I went back and became your daughter again when would I be given the power you're talking about?


At once

Why not?

So that would mean that I’d also take on the immediate responsibilities at once I'd be a part in the problem solving...

Like the problem... 
of Dogville

We can start by shooting a dog and nailing it to a wall
Over there beneath that lamp, for example
Well, it might help it sometimes does
It would only make the town more frightened, but hardly make it a better place
And it could happen again
Somebody happening by revealing...
...their frailty

That's what I wanna use the power for if you don't mind

I wanna make this world a little better


That damn kid won't shut up

Says he wants to talk to you, Miss

Can we just shoot him now?

No, no, no let me talk to him


What is it?

A man can't really be blamed for being scared now, can he?

No, that's true

No, l'm scared, Grace

I used you, and l'm sorry

I am stupid, I am
Maybe even arrogant sometimes

You are, Tom

Although using people is not very charming

l think you have to agree that this specific illustration has surpassed all expectations
It says so much about being human
It's been painful
But l think you also have to agree it has been edifying

Wouldn't you say?

Not now, Tom
Not now

lf there is any town this world would be

better without, this is it






Shoot them

and burn down the town






Something else, honey?



There is a family with kids...



Do the kids first

and make the mother watch



Tell her you will stop

if she can hold back her tears



l owe her that



l'm afraid she cries

a little too easily



We've better get you out of here



l'm afraid, you've learned

far too much already



Are you cold, Sweetie



Do you need a wrap?



l'm fine



You want the curtains opened?



You don't need them anymore



What do you think?



l think we should open them



l think it's appropriate






No, no

Oh, God, no!



No, no, no!



- Mom, dad!

- No!


Mom help! Help!

Bingo Grace!
l have to tell you, your illustration beat the hell out of mine.
It's frightening, yes but so clear

Do you think that l can allow myself to use it as a inspiration in my writing

Goodbye, Tom

Some things you have to do yourself


That one you're gonna have to explain to me on the way home

Suddenly there was a noise —
Not so persuasive and powerful as it had been on one rainy night in spring but loud enough to work its way through the final sighs of the timber that was rapidly burning out

It came again

Everyone heard it

Grace was the first to recognize it

That's Moses

That's Moses, she said and jumped out of the car

She quickly covered the distance
to the dog pen over what now the buildings were gone could scarcely be called a street and certainly not Elm Street as there wasn't a tree left on Dogville's little mountain ledge let alone an elm

It was Moses
His survival was astonishing; a miracle

No, no.
No, just let him be.
They will have spotted the flames in Georgetown by now —
Some one will come and find him
He's just angry because I once took his bone

Whether Grace left Dogville or on the contrary Dogville had left her and The World in general is a question of a more artful nature that few would benefit from by asking and even fewer by providing an answer
And nor indeed will it be answered here!

Monday, 18 March 2019


Alright, look at it this way - in
archetypical terms, what are the
characteristic SIGN and SIGNIFIERS
that allow you to RECOGNISE The
And it's clearly one of those.
So you can get rid of it if you like,
but it won't work (and it didn't) -
because Archetypes reassert

Yes and No -
As has been noted, in both of
Christopher Bailey's Mara
stories, The Chorister spends a
whole episode in Prison - Kinda
episode 2 and Snakedance
episode 3 - and has to be let
out of his box/cage by some
outside agency - the
enlightenment and revelation
inside of the Box of Jhanna in
the former and the faith, belief
and compassion of an ordinary
man in the latter.

"phase oscillator, quantum charge
The end result would have been
the same, whatever tool based
task he was doing either worked
or didn't.
It shouldn't be a magic wand that
substitutes for a lacking on the
part of the doctor, it should make
the doctor more effective, not be
what makes him effective."

And it isn't, and it doesn't -

• Moses and Aaron and
Rassilon carry Rods because
they are the embodiment of
The Law,
• Thor carries a Hammer
because he smashes things
and builds stuff,
• The Doctor carries a
screwdriver because he fixes
things and makes people