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It's a terrible burden to be born a provocateur unasked. It's certainly not what my childhood caregivers intended for me or for whoever possessed this body before I got it. He told me he was a virgin and I believed him. But, that's how it goes when you're a passerby. "Beggars can't be choosers."
I learned a lotta stuff about human desire in my youth when I lusted after having sex with as many other humans as possible. It's a yearning that virtually groaned for me to go out cruising for action. A bottomless pit sort of yearning that "pules for it's own pity". I can almost remember physically what that used to be like. I knew where to go and how to get what I wanted when I got there. I never asked for permission. Who?
The going to get there was exciting beyond words, but anticlimactic, because when I got there and instituted the rituals of conjuring, over time, I began to realize my rituals were unusually like the "fishing for men" rituals that I was taught to employ as a boy in Sunday School, that likeness is stunning.
As far as I was concerned while I was growing up I knew my fate in life from an early age. Becoming an expert fisher of men was what I took to have been promised by the Southern Baptist/Bible Belt/Jim Crow world that raised me. There was even a specific song we sung repetitively, hypnotically, over and over again, "I will make you fishers of men, if you'll only follow me. Hallelujah, what a savior. I'm from sin set, you're from sin set, we're all from sin set free."
Having been raised from childhood to believe "following me" was the only way to fly, I went outta my way to find out who this mysterious "me" was that I should follow. Perhaps that is my most powerful delusion. Practicing the religion of Christianity meant an apprenticeship for be-co-me-ing a "fisher of men." No holds barred. No stone unturned. Fisherman of men or bust! I honestly can't think of a more rewarding way to conduct my affairs.
Learning to become a fisher of men set the stage for my penchant for being a pesky provocateur. Yin and yang. The Creative/Provocateur vs The Receptive/Fisher King. The Sun and the Moon. Beach taffy. Polarities and worm holes spiraling out of the center of the obverse image of a black hole and into the pearly gates of the white light.
It must be strange for a Jew to live in Oklahoma so far away from his tribal ho-me land. Oklahoma? I don't know why I write that because I'm not a member of any Jewish tribe. I sorta belong to a tribe, but it's not necessarily based on blood, but it might be. Not that I know of. It's just that so-me people tell me I'm one of them. Either by slight of mouth or straight to my face. I seem to know what they're implying. In a lotta ways it has to do with discrete mannerisms such that "it takes one to know one."
There are Indians who live in these parts that know they're blood kin, but they can't get recognized as a tribe. They think they're a tribe, but it's easy to understand why so-me consider that wishful thinking. The coastal plains of the South Atlantic states, and the states around the Gulf of Mexico are full of swamps like the "reed sea" Moses used as an escape route to the promised land.
Here, using a similar tactic during the Revolutionary War, Gen. Francis Marion of South Carolina, the Swamp Fox, used the "reed seas" (cane breaks) of the coastal plains as escape routes after he made sneak attacks on the British troops, and it wuz the sa-me lak wot happened in the Battle of New Orleans.
The problem with these swamp fox-like Indians being recognized as a unified, blood-kin tribe is that lots of folks who hid in the swamps from Jim Crow and other wild beasts were not noble savages or savages at all, but run-away slaves, and po' white trash. They just gotta get over it, but it's hard when they all worship Jesus instead of their native Gods. They don't remember them.
Did you know that all the major Indian tribes in the United States kept black slaves that they bought and sold just like the Europeans did? That's what was promulgated by some black Harvard professor named Gates. The DNA tests done on the present relatives of the black slaves revealed very little American Indian blood in the black Americans, yet a large majority of blacks think they do have some Indian blood.
The Mormons claimed that the Indians in the Western Hemisphere were the lost Jewish tribes and they were visited by none less than Jesus himself, yet the DNA tests reveal that the Amerinds were from Asia instead, with no apparent genes from the MidEast races at all. The Mormons don't appear to acknowledge the DNA results. It don't fit with their dogma.
When the DNA tests became admissible evidence in a court of law that facticity put a mojo on the religions of the world in a very powerful way. I don't claim to know the truth about the future results of DNA testing, but it's gonna mess with a lotta people's claims to fame.
A lot of energy and emotional investment goes into controlling blood lines. It's fairly understandable that this is prevalent throughout nature with pretty much all forms of life. But, the real problem with enforcing this are the baby factories themselves. Women.
Women, as biological units, are gonna have the children of the most powerful man available no matter who or what their culture tells them they have to choose. I'm suggesting this is the default attitude of females in general. Where this dynamic can happen, it's gonna happen. Selah.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
