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Christianity – A Curse of the 21st Century

September 26, 2012

“Render therefore unto Caesar the things which are Caesar’s…”

Matthew 22:21

That stumped paraphrase there is the root of late America’s greed and inequality. Sure, Christianity has been and often is a source of Good. In fact, Jesus is credited for garnering the cooperation of the early Christian cult with all-powerful Rome. Memory of the figurehead is said to have preserved His followers through trials and tribulation severe as many faithful having been tossed to mad lions for the pleasure of sadistic pagans. The verse made those sorry folk meek and compliant. But modern readers must know, that particular gospel is a work of embellished fiction. It is no more real than the story of Noah’s deluge or even the quickness of all Creation.

The gospel of Matthew is not more than the original, predictive Jeffersonian version of the gospel of Mark – those two others, John and Luke, are also. Some long-dead Gnostic or band of exponents had added the magical components of a virgin birth and resurrection to the stories they had conveyed word-of-mouth. He, she or they had been forced to include fairytales in hopes of gathering and retaining an attentive audience.

Back in the Iron Age, Christianity had faced competition with hordes of other gods  – Mithra, especially. Mithra was the Zoroastrian deity popular with the unparalleled Roman military. Stretching the comparison, he and Jesus Christ share similar origins, lifetimes and fates. Rumor suggests the mistaken sign of this Persian divinity had compelled Constantine to convert his Tuscan civilization wholesale to Christendom. And as had Rome, Western civilization followed his dictated model. Back then, it had been easy to impose upon barbarians whom lacked the advanced technology of the smithed sword. Christianity then kept them inert and at the mercy of a more advanced culture – one of who’s power grew with wealth.

For the curious, Constantine is said to have prayed and witnessed the ankh-like Chi Rho in a sunny sky during a critical episode of stress. His efficient and then-modern armies then prevailed in the Battle of the Milvian Bridge, 312 AD. Constantine then spontaneously converted to the blind worship of Christ. And like many signs and holidays, Christians later adopted the symbol of the Chi Rho into its own religion.

Yet the argument does not concern Mithra. Rather, the etymology of the Bible and Roman sentiment is responsible for America’s dire consequence. Another popular phrase corrupts the Biblical verse. That is “A Man’s Home is his Castle.” The perspective also dates back to the Roman era. Alas, colonial and industrial America had been obsessed with all things of the period and that phrase, too, perseveres.

Always the nature of the human male, every man considers himself a king of his household. His household includes everything he owns… his horse, his car, his business, etc. And yet again at risk of promoting Socialism, here is the incorrect perspective – the sin. The phrase promotes selfishness and, worst, righteous ego. The transgression is not so much suffered among the underclass, but the owners of the United States.

The richest Americans own ninety percent of American wealth. These people constitute no more than one percent of all citizens – of everyone living in the USA including those with no where else to go and without assets to take them no place. Expanding the vision of people considered wealthiest, the top twenty percent own forty percent of the assets once belonging to public of the Land of the Free. And each of these billionaires have grander visions.

Many of the uber-wealthy consider themselves greater than kings. Uncontested and unassailable, they believe themselves Roman emperors. This sliver of the one percent think themselves as gods and they demand tithing and the worship from mortal beings. Why? To compete with themselves. They need no more. But as gods do, they play games with each other so that one may claim monetary superiority within their omnipotent modern pantheon.

And as powerful mortals, they become as the Antichrist. They exploit scripture and quote to themselves “Render therefore unto Caesar all.” They say so because there simply isn’t much yet much available in this physical world. Here is the Hell they have humanity suffer at their whim. And theirs is the scripture the rest of us are expected to uphold. Law demands acquiescence. And if the Word is not enough, they have the assets to rain down upon us the impersonal wraith of military science. Here is where the fable of Christianity has brought us. And now we know, there is no God to save the masses of the human race.

As the Founding Fathers of America have given us, there is only Democracy. But unlike Justice, Democracy must not be blind. Knowledgeable application is crucial or our freedom, too, or that will also be corrupted by money. All humanity must see outside personal possessions. Raise up the underprivileged with education, food, shelter and medical care. Uphold the principles that truly make us great and not just guarded and afraid because the fact we ourselves still wield swords.

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I’m Not Trying to Confuse Readers

September 24, 2012


A
dmittedly, there have been so many revisions of my Pazuzu Trilogy. Answering my mostly silent detractors, I’ll own up to this obvious obsession with my story. I’ll also admit I began as a technically poor writer driven by heedless passion. I still insist the story is an epic contrary its poor reception. And if that sounds desperate, then you’re mistaking my honesty. I’m transparent and want to share my progress with a largely absent audience.

Although no one has said, I’m certain it’s been ignored because of my shoddy carelessness. And that’s why I’ve put so much time and effort into making the whole work legible. After a third round of scrubbing out bugs and grievous self-edits, I started numbering the revision right there on the first pages of each of the books. That’s also when I claimed the very early copy available at Llumina Press (until February 2013) is a collector’s item. I’m not happy with that copy’s Passive Voice and it’s only half the story so I don’t market the book.

Hopefully all the tattered revisions before and after Pazuzu Book One are no longer available to the public – except the Ninth. That’s the revision with which I’m content with the shine. But I hadn’t stopped with my changes. With the Ninth, I had come to a point where I needed to make pronounced variations instead of simply fixing tense errors and typos. Currently, besides the bastard at Llumina, there are three different versions of my Pazuzu Trilogy.

The original Ninth is now available, but so are the unofficial Tenth and Eleventh. Those two latter revisions tell the same tale but the setting and characters have changed. With the Tenth, I stated the story had lost its rusty aftertaste (referring to the Cloak of Awarwan – if you’ve read the previous books). There’s more to that implication, so let me highlight the changes in one central blog post. Meet the revisions, these regenerations for you Doctor Who fans. If you haven’t picked up a copy since the popular Fourth Revision, I know you’ll find the world has changed.

The Ninth Revisionthe original story

Matthew Sawyer's Pazuzu Trilogy

The Ninth Revision is told in the original, fantasy-horror genre in which my Pazuzu Trilogy had been birthed. There are three volumes in the story – Manifestation, Emergence and Abeyance. Despite the focus on human characters, the books are about a demon and alien gods. The titles of each of the books reflect their presence and roles. For example, Pazuzu manifests as an incorporeal demon in the beginning of the first volume and the alien god, Awarwan, emerges in the second. The trilogy is the respectable progenitor of subsequent incarnations of its tale. It’s also my favorite because it is the abeyant father.

The Tenth Revision – The Waste by Mr. Binger (no longer available)

The Waste is the unofficial Tenth revision. It carries my pseudonym, Mr. Binger – that’s a mister with a period, sir or ma’am. These fat, two volumes harken back to my intention for Pazuzu Book One. They reflect my desire to steer this story onto the more solid soil of the real world, but not quite. The Shur is a real place. On any Biblical map, that hypocritical wilderness is the northernmost section of Saudi Arabia – in a corner between Egypt and the Mediterranean Sea. That’s where I place the setting. Therein, I’ve taken extensive literary liberties and have shuffled around the ancient cities and place names.

Re-branding these elements and giving the characters new names was essential. Everyone yet suffers in the Shur waste but I’ve assigned the mythical desert a historical location full of innuendo and implication. The definition enhances the story a hundred-fold. Here is where I’ve escaped the drudgery of improving my writing and I give birth to two new beasts. Like their halved great grandfather, they bear the distinction Book One and Book Two. Ebooks are available, but I’ve confined the printed copies to expensive hard cover volumes – don’t blame me, LULU consumes over 80% of the cost of the books. I’m fortunate if anyone buys printed copies anymore.

The Eleventh Revision – Dubya’s Apocalypse

Dubya's Apocalypse

Dubya’s Apocalypse is the satirical political revision of my Pazuzu Trilogy. Although, there’s hardly anything funny about it. Seeing readers hunt for a single, free ebook volume of my Pazuzu Trilogy, I found a practical means to deliver that want. The whole situation with Occupy Wall Street and the divisive nature of American politics lent themselves to reinterpretation. In fact, I was able to plug the verbiage generated by these real-world entities straight into my story. Although I do confess, I had originally been inspired to write my trilogy based on their foundations.

The most distinguished feature of this unlabeled eleventh revision is I’ve placed the story in Post-Apocalyptic America. I’ve given contemporary Republicans their dream – and consequently, all good has abandoned the planet. This is the world they’re left with. I’ve also changed the names of my original characters into those of popular, public figures – Mitt Romney, Scott Walker, Barack Obama as well as political pundits for the hopefully soon defunct and dysfunctional GOP. They fell straight into the characters I had already developed and the opportunity was ripe. This revision is also temporary. After the November 2012 US presidential election, this revision will possibly fall into obscurity – unless of course, Mitt Romney becomes president. In that case, Dubya’s Apocalypse becomes a bleak prophecy.

Dubya’s Apocalypse is available only as a free ebook. In using names of mainstream American figures, I wanted to exploit Fair Use copyright laws. All characters, names and locations are characterizations of public figures fit into a fictional story. Any resemblance is lucky happenstance. Besides, sharing profits with their likenesses and paying for print would leave me with nothing. I imagine we could be kind and promote each other.


Matthew Sawyer's Pazuzu Trilogy

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I Amuse Myself

September 23, 2012

I take feedback very seriously. Criticism is always helpful and usually beneficial, so I hope I don’t offend anyone who makes an effort and personally communicates with me. The last thing I want is to impress anyone I won’t answer my phone or read my email. The second to last thing is that I don’t want to suggest I close my ears. Bearing that openness in mind, I own my irascible self. I don’t know if the character is in my genes or a product of my environment – or even a product of my imagination – but there is that questionably negative aspect of me. And I entertain myself when I assume its persona. In this respect, I’m a glutton or an addict.

So now that I’ve warned folks and set readers on guard, I thought I’d share an email I received this morning. I haven’t yet communicated with the sender so I won’t include his or her name, but I will share the message on my blog. I do so, so people that can read my reply in full context. Mr. or Mrs. Anonymous wrote (not THE ANONYMOUS, merely someone I’ve temporarily rendered esoteric) -

“There are strong undertones of desperation when you talk about your own work. With this in mind, I’m going to give you a piece of writer’s advice that’s been past on through the ages. Write what you know. I don’t see your stories working out, honestly. But as a reader, I’m fairly entranced by your personal reflections. If I was you, I’d focus on essays…”

To which I’ve replied -

“Hi xxxxxxx,

“That strong desperation comes from the fact I’m unemployed and straining my assets. Pertaining to my story writing, I’m narcissistic and I constantly overstep myself, I reach beyond my height – but that is how anyone grows. That narcissism is an inherent quality of creative individuals and not just myself. I am conscious of the fact and occasionally reflect aloud. Pardon the Doctor Who reference, but I imagine myself as the Doctor without a companion. Unwatched, I go too far under the pretense of arrogant righteousness – kinda’ Colin Baker-ish. So, that is what I see myself lacking – bounds and the feedback they dictate. At the same time, my American spirit resists and bucks constraints. I hope imparting that expression adds something to my stories – they are my paintings, after all, and they’re why I write. They are my very character. I only hope I find readers who appreciate that morbidity.

“PS – would you care to do some proofreading and editing? I’ve got no cash, but I can add your name to anything you make me ashamed I create.”

Self-centered as my reply sounds, and maybe flippant, I’m serious about my invitation to proofreaders and editors. I wish I had them – twelve actually. I wasn’t joking about my messiah model. I believe thirteen of us can spread my fiction to ten percent of the world’s population. Achieving as much, my stories will influence society upon a historic scale. I just need help to attain that dream. Together, we can achieve a relative immortality. I say relative because, c’mon, face the inevitable. We all die. Here on Earth, our only goal and hope is to make ourselves immemorial – that I suppose and to not die broke.

If you can help or have to something to say, comment here on my blog or send a message to me at pazuzubyms@gmail.com

Thanks,

Matt


Matthew Sawyer's Pazuzu Trilogy

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Both Enlightening and Blasphemous

September 17, 2012

Opposed my usual boldface self-promotion, anti-organized religion fulmination and scorn for the Republican Party my father had never known, I thought I’d host a more source-based Zeitgeist-inspired presentation. I do so in the spirit of egalitarianism so I might be considered a universal religious bigot and I’m not cursed for dogging Mormonism and Scientology alone. My last ex-fiance (yeah, there’s been more than one) had cited my lack of spirituality as a reason she broke our engagement. That may be true, but I must express, at the time she was being romanced by a vegetarian millionaire. And if that’s not very satisfying, well on to the show…

(Oh, I didn’t create this video. Go stone pendeathlington at Youtube)

BTW – I did try a vegetarian diet, but a lack of protein usually gives me the runs. I’m Wisconsin born and raised. I need my meat and dairy in order to retain my essence. And for those who understand my meaning, let me remind you folks I write fiction. I’ll tell you anything. If I have your attention, I admit I am an indeed an unrepentant apostate. Like my ex, I’ll sell my savior for a few pieces of silver.


Matthew Sawyer's Pazuzu Trilogy

Purchase Pazuzu Trilogy Pocket books and Hardcovers at LULU.

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Heaven is NOT Infinite

September 3, 2012

More familiar with psychology than much of anything else, I tend to be conscious of my mental state. Even more and because popular American culture, I adopt a personal nomenclature. We all do. Let’s be objective and agree Sigmund Freud’s been ascribed, as has Jesus, many catchy phrases he’s never said. I’m not misquoting Freud today, or the good Lord. I’m distorting the Kübler-Ross model. That’s a hypothesis the mortal Elisabeth Kübler-Ross introduced and called the Five Stages of Grief. The woman apparently anticipated my writing trials and my preordained lack of tribulation.

My three-plus years of lacking success in all aspects of my politicized life have taken their toll. If I were a younger and dumber man, I’d be ripe for the onerous machinations of cults such as Scientology, or God forbid, the Tea Party. Lucky, I’m debatably wise and recall a lexicon – a map, I believe it’s been implied – of my subjective reality. Dr. Kübler-Ross would say I tread five distinct paths.

Heaven and Hell

That first step off my front stoop has been taken with unkempt with feet. And there, I’ve met Denial. The fact is plain in all those overlooked typos and grammar errors. Yet today, I insist I scrub them out with each revision and only grow new pimples to which I’m curiously blind and don’t see. Before I find them – and many times after I do – I get angry.

My Anger comes expressed as righteous and useless threats. Convenient or not so much, its vitriol has been especially cast toward Republicans. Now, if I were to adhere to fairness and meditation, the blame truly rests with the Tea Party. I like RINOs. But a funded band of retired, SSI-collecting racists has yanked responsible leaders ever Rightward. Or, more accurately described with every adverb: backwards, downhill or Southward. Here it is 2012 and the Confederacy rises again in the plugged hearts and senile minds of a once United America. Gop-inducted citizens (pronounced a coined ‘gawp’) act as the evil Moral Majority buried last century. And that just makes my skin burn and itch – which I’m sure had been their everlasting intention.

There is no debate anymore. Who can I possibly strike a Bargain with? I don’t talk to myself. I’m sure many people do and I safely assume they find there is no solution other than the conclusion they are truly helpless. Then comes a cornucopia of flimsy coping mechanisms. Not me. I can’t afford fresh fruits and vegetables – not living in a small apartment at the corner of the largest sprawled metropolis of the United States. Instead, I apply gray muscle and manpower and re-write. All those revisions are evidence of my mental state – especially those nine manifestations of my Pazuzu Trilogy. Alas, rejection from the field of professional publishers make me Depressed.

I fight away that unproductive dismay tooth-and-nail. Many artists embrace such sour reflection and insist they grow. Yet, personal revelation is not my goal. At my age, I want evidence of my living efforts. Something tangible must exist before I die. In that respect, I’m like the pharaohs and prepare for a corporeally-present afterlife. We all do and most fall short and merely dream for a lazy heaven. For me, death and Depression are as being asleep. Nothing gets put on paper.

Hardened by fear and urgency, I can’t Accept failure. The prospect doesn’t exist – ask any successful someone in the field of Business. The prospect is simply unrealistic and the only “out” is to die trying. Me at this point, I’ll likely die depressed or angry. That’s depression making my options flowery. I’ll very likely die angry because I haven’t gotten my revenge. That what’s my life is really about. It’s the same for everyone, isn’t it? Vengeance has been an American value since 9/11/2001. It’s new – Pearl Harbor was a whole other scenario and only old, wayward voters really remember WWII. We live in a different world.

More modern-day and personal, I once had a roommate who had already made arrangements for vindication in his afterlife. The man planned to crest a burning hill in Hell and piss upon all his enemies. He assured me they’d all be present and there with him. I’m sure Jerry Falwell is there already and prepares a place for me. I’m certain no one’s awarded his wickedness. Anyway, heaven is said to have no vacancies. The Jews, Mormons and Jehovah Witnesses have all made their reservations and have taken the full limit of the available space. Infinity my butt, mercy and justice are incompatible. Someone has got to stand forever at the bus stop – or the shore of the Styx, if that’s one inclination. The Bible even says God won’t bother to build subdivisions. And after an eternity, I suppose one’s soul will be motivated to walk itself into everlasting furnace just to get warm. So therein is your reason to help a brother. I’ve heard there’s some incontinent and harried fiend waiting for us all atop a sodden brimstone hill. You folks really should read my writing. God only knows my plans for any one of you.


Matthew Sawyer's Pazuzu Trilogy

Purchase Pazuzu Trilogy Pocket books and Hardcovers at LULU.

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