Thursday, January 19, 2012

Cowboys and Aliens - A Metaphor, Addendum

After writing this post a few days ago, I thought about a couple of things I wanted to add. One is a critical part of the movie I neglected to point out was profoundly allegorical, and the other a striking example of the way World inhabitants catatonically stare at that light. (Spoiler alert again, just so you know.)

A week or so ago there appeared this piece in the Los Angeles Times by Meghan Daum titled "The Mythic Power of Zealots." She lights into Rick Santorum for having such "boneheaded" (her word) beliefs as protecting the lives of unborn children and the sanctity of marriage, and concludes (in so many words), "Zealots really don't have that much power after all -- well, we hope they don't but we'd better expose them like I am here before they do; it's a good thing us mainstream folk are vigilent enough to prevent it."

Ms. Daum gazes intently into that light because she believes she is the one who is above it all by being mainstream. Rick Santorum, he's the one who's the zealot and we'd better watch him carefully.

I could get into the issue of abortion and same-sex marriage, even the issue of how the Catholic Church exploits it all to begin with (Santorum is a declared Roman Catholic), but the point is how Daum's argument is self-defeating. My real question to Ms. Daum is:

"Are you zealous about your mainstream position?"

For you see, if she says she isn't, if she backs off and confesses that she isn't a zealot about anything, really, that she's open-minded and tolerant and all the rest of it, then she's admitting there is no reason we should listen to her at all. If she doesn't believe what she's saying about the danger of zealots, then why pay attention to her? She really has nothing to say.

On the other hand, if she does concede that she is a zealot after all, that she is a zealot against zealots, then why is she any better? It's like those who holler, "No haters!" Excuse me, but are you saying that you hate haters?

She may take a more sophisticated approach and say that she's only against zealots who believe x, y, or z. Then why doesn't she say that, and then we can argue the merits of each issue. Instead she wimps out and slinks into one of those typical refuges of a fool: "I'm just part of the mainstream."

She can't win. No matter what, she is the one saying boneheaded things. Either she doesn't see it and therefore just a toadying handmaiden, or she does see it and she then reveals herself not merely one of the harmless Cowboys and Aliens people gazing into the light...

She is an alien herself.

She is an alien in human clothing doing her duty to wrap them up in her splendidly rhetorical folly, and if she doesn't even know she's doing it, a huge powerful publication like the Times does. And if the Times doesn't,

Then powerful operatives making it all happen do.

So yeah, I don't think Meghan Daum really knows what's going on, how she's been played. It just sounds really good. Only those with the mind of Christ can see through it, see the rank humanist manipulation, and understand that it is reasonably designed to keep spiritually destitute people in line.

What people need is not these pundits, media, or General's officers to keep things looking and feeling good -- wow, that light in the movie did look really enchanting -- whoaaa...

What they need is Christ.

And that was the key part of the film that I totally forgot to mention.

The character played by Olivia Wilde was indeed a Christ figure. She dies in the film, interestingly being whacked so hard by an alien and its sharp claws that she loses too much blood. Later she comes back to life (she is some rival alien being and as such can do that kind of thing I guess) and in the film's climax she willingly gives her life to destroy the alien spacecraft and save the universe.

Again, World inhabitants are entranced by all the World nonsense, like "I'm not a zealot, really, I'm zealously not!" World operatives industriously work to keep them there, again for good reason -- World inhabitants ask them to do so because they need it so.

Unless they'd actually come to Christ -- who is life.

Real, authentic, rapturous, dying-to-self-and-living-to-love, resurrected life.
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My latest home page piece addresses another bit of that foolishness coming from the mouth of someone intellectually basking in the light emitted from the General's ceiling lamp.

Monday, January 16, 2012

Cowboys and Aliens - A Metaphor

Recently I put into effect a Google feature that alerts me to items that interest me. I've put in a number of Catholicist Nation items like "Legacy of Cain," "ungrafted church," and "value extraction." Needless to say, these things never come up because no one knows anything about them. Oh they are very truthful and veritable aspects of life, of the critical contrast between the World and the Kingdom. But they aren't in the discourse because so much of the what's out there is of the World System, and bazillions of people who follow Cain right out of the presence of God and into the law enforcement clamps of Caesar don't have the faintest idea.

There is a Google Alert item that does come up every once in a while, however. It is "human sacrifice." It's just that when it comes up, it comes up as that thing people do when they carry out some ritualistic murder of an individual, much like the Aztecs did when they hacked out the pulsating heart of a prisoner of war at the top of the ziggurat temple or wherever they did that kind of thing.

It never comes up as the human sacrifice that happens all the time, all over the place in today's world.

That kind of human sacrifice is when an individual takes someone else's value and hacks it off to appropriate it and make oneself feel better, more whole, more complete. There are dozens of very typical ways this is done, and many are listed here on this webpage.

I don't think there are many people out there who would agree that these things are really human sacrifice. But if one carefully looks at the evidence with thoughtful and biblically sound wisdom and insight, I don't think there can be any other conclusion. The reason too many of even the most wholesome church people refuse to see it is because of their declared devotion to the World System.

I bring this up because I watched the film Cowboys and Aliens last night on video. (Note: there will be spoilers in this post.) I remember when it came out a few months ago and it looked so wonderful, but it got ravaged by the critics. I don't know what they were so pissy about, it was terrific western fare, and I generally don't like westerns. I'm sure they were expecting some pithy, meaningful, revelatory something from it, but hey, it was just cowboys and Indians with the cowboys joining up with the Indians to have gunfights against aliens. Cool.

But a couple things just struck me, and made me think about how much the film was a metaphor for actual real-life modern-day human sacrifice.

For one, the aliens were these ugly (how could they not be), pasty, grey-colored creatures who had a gangly and hunched-over look to them -- They reminded me of the image of Saturn in Goya's Saturn Devouring His Son. I went ahead and included it here.

Now I wouldn't have thought this except that when the aliens went after people, they didn't just stab them with their extra long claws, which they could've done very easily to any of those against whom they were battling. No, for a few of them, the alien actually started eating his victim. The alien even had an extra physical feature: small arms that emerged from their gut, each with three "fingers" with which to further grope or grasp at something. The metaphor: People grope and grasp at others for the purpose of eating them. Maybe not in the cannabilistic sense we think about, but in the sense that anytime someone is trying to schlurp up more for their retirement than they would otherwise get from simple, honest human value transfer, they are still doing human sacrifice.

When the aliens abducted people, they held them in a room, but they didn't have to tie them down or chain them up. The people were just standing there, completely immobile because of the brilliant hypnotic light that transfixed them. They were all in a semiconscious state just gazing at that light. The metaphor: How phenomenally powerful is the light of the World System, keeping people in a state of complete disunderstanding about the true nature of things. How many Jesuses are out there distracting people from coming to the real One who offers them forgiveness, salvation, righteousness, truth, grace, eternal life. They look like they are up and about and with-it people, but they are slaves to Cain -- perfectly reasonable because the agency of Cain was set in motion to keep sinful people from tearing one another apart in days. They still do human sacrifice, however.

The aliens did their gratuituous probing of their captured humans on "tables," which could easily be considered an altar, and what they did to their victims could easily be a metaphor for what powerful people in society do to try to get their value extraction cut. Sure it's all good alien abduction fare, pretty typical for these kinds of movies. Nothing really unusual there.

Except, why exactly do we get all squirmy and feel repelled by the idea of aliens snatching us up to have their way with us on their exploratory tables?

And why don't we feel the same way when people do that with us and our value assessments in real life right now?

I wrote a bit more about this in an old home page piece. It is here. My most recent home page piece is on the ultimate destination for those who spend their entire lives successful in other-sacrifice.
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Sunday, January 08, 2012

Is That a Hand in Your Pocket or Are You Happy That You Can't Be Sure?

Last night driving home from an event we attended far from home, I was listening to a radio station that was playing some good alternative music -- some brand new and some I hadn't heard for a while. One of the latter was Alanis Morissette's "Hand In My Pocket." I'd heard it a million times back in the early 90's, and was enjoying its smooth, breezy feel when I heard this line:

"What it all boils down to is that no one's really got it figured out just yet."

Earlier in the song she confesses she herself hasn't got it figured out just yet, and again the entire tone of the song is to just live life as it is whatever it is. Okay.

But this line just made me think about the rank abuse of logic that so many pass off as just-ever-so-with-it.

Simply, how does Miss Morissette know for sure that no one has got it figured out? Has she met every single person in the universe to conclude there is indeed not a single sentient being who does have it all figured out?

I understand she speaks from a very common perspective of observing so many people who just don't get it, a lot of whom claim to. I myself can't say I've got it all figured out, but I can say for sure that I do know of the next best thing. That is --

I know of Someone who does.

Yes, I know Someone who does have it all figured out. The One who created it all to begin with, and also who loves His creation so much that He gave the ultimate measure of devotion to make sure its centerpiece, you, could eventually have it all figured out -- joyfully, wonderfully, rapturously figured out.

Many would leap right into the cesspool of illogical thinking and spew the typical and quite widely accepted position "You can't know any of that for sure." My question is then this:

Are you sure about that?

"I can't speak a word of English." "This statement is false." "I know for sure I don't know anything."

The simple violation of the laws of logic are so obvious, it is amazing so many are captivated by radical skepticism. But I think they are because extraordinarily powerful people convince them to live by so many radical selfist precepts that they must swallow the idiocy along with it.

One recent example is one that has been around for ages, but since I love doing apologetics I just couldn't help myself -- I was chomping at the bit to tackle this one. It is:

"No one knows about hell. So shut-up about it."

Oh? No one knows about hell? And if what the things some people do claim to know about hell (even if you don't believe it) are indeed true, then shouldn't it be talked about as much as it can be in order to keep you from it?

All of this is what my latest home page piece is about, and I invite you to enjoy it. I'd also love to know what you think. Share your comments if you have a moment.