Christianity is a heresy to the Jewish Faith

I came on this by chance and it certainly made me think

Does Judaism Believe in Original Sin?

From Moses’ last sermon

…if you will hearken to the voice of the Lord your God, to keep His commandments and His statutes which are written in this Book of the Law; if you turn unto the Lord thy God with all your heart and with all your soul; for this commandment which I command you this day is not too hard for you neither is it too far off. It is not in heaven, that you should say, “Who shall go up for us to heaven, and bring it to us, and make us hear it, that we may do it?” Neither is it beyond the sea that you should say: “Who shall go over the sea for us, and bring it unto us, and make us to hear it that we may do it?” The word is very near to you, in your mouth and in your heart, that you may do it.

(Deuteronomy 30:10-14)

If you do what is right, will you not be accepted? If, though, you do not do what is right, sin is crouching at your door; it desires to have you, but you shall master over it.

(Genesis 4:6-7)
For the architects of Christian theology, including Paul, Augustine, Luther, and Calvin, this declaration of man’s ability to restrain and govern his lust for sin is nothing short of heresy. , and My laws.

(Genesis 26:4-5)
“The Almighty did not give us desires that we cannot govern or commandments that we could not keep. The Torah was not delivered to angels or animals. It was given to the children of Israel long after our first ancestors transgressed in the Garden of Eden.”

Mary is shocked by adverts!

Dr Jim Jones, a psychotherapist in the USA was looking at a blog about Sin and Crime which Mary had begun but never continued with as beyond a certain point she did want to be very specific about these matters
Amongst the few posts she had written were many adverts for contraceptives, prostitutes,gloves so thieves won’t leave fingerprints and lawyers who prefer to defend rather than prosecute
Dr Jones was very angry that someone should make money out of such a blog.He himself made lots of money so he imagined other bloggers did and possibly more than he did
What was even worse was that Mary had plagiarised a post from his blog,so he thought.He did not see the link
Freud might have helped this poor man.Many therapists have a supervisor.And most people know not to write email when angry…..but poor Jim could not control himself.
Mary was sitting with a magnifying glass trying to read his email.
Oh,the poor man, he has not got much self esteem but his rage was impressive like a Hurricane in a Forest.She used an adblocker so had no idea of the evil on her blog and was so backward she did not dream of monetising it.[you can’t on a free blog]
If you want to make money, sin is a good topic for a blog!
Annie darted in wearing her yellow and purple track suit a
What’s that? she demanded as her makeup ran dow her face like a minor waterfall as it was not waterproof
I am looking at my blog without adblocker and I amused and shocked by the adverts I never knew were there
OMG said Annie.I suppose it might be useful to some people
I don’t write about sin to make it easier,Mary whispered.We have enough already.
Well, write about goodness and these ads will disappear as virtue does not attract capitalists,on the whole except firms that make rosary beads and crucifixes.
I don’t even want crucifixes on my blog,Mary said.
Well,maybe you should get a paid Blog,Annie cried.
What do you think,Emile, she asked Mary’s cat who was having tea in the kitchen on a turquoise plate
Oh, for God’s sake, come to your senses, the cat replied.
Stop thinking and start seeing and hearing the beauty all round you and also the sorrow of the grieving and the pain of the poor and the refugees
Why, Emile, you are not a cat, you are an angel, said Mary
No,I have a body and I dwell in it and in my girlfriend’s if she lets me.How nice it is to love and be loved
And so say all of us except poor Dr Jim.Still he works hard and will soon be famed for bringing back sin to the USA

All makeup from Stott’s of Wigan and West Mersea UK

There is an error in this story.Not everyone sees the same ads on blogs.It is based on what the viewer has bought online, where they live and other online activity famous

Against Cartesianism

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https://www.bu.edu/wcp/Papers/Onto/OntoDerk.htm

 

“Conway’s Criticisms of Cartesian Dualism.

Conway presents a total of six arguments for what she calls the convertibility of matter and spirit. By this she means that matter and spirit are not totally different substances but are able to change into each other. Material entities can become spiritual entities and vice versa. In the course of these arguments, she presents arguments against dualism since dualism denies the possibility of convertibility. Since her arguments are very extensive, I will only discuss a few of the points she makes against dualism in her third and fourth arguments.

The first point I would like to discuss is found in Conway’s third argument against dualism. (8) Conway here argues that dualists are inconsistent. On the one hand, they seem to be making absolute distinctions between body and soul and on the other hand they seem to admit that body and soul must have certain characteristics in common.

Dualists are inconsistent because they distinguish sharply between body and spirit, that is, the penetrable and the impenetrable, the extended and non-extended, the locatable and non-locatable, the divisible and the non-divisible, the figurable and the non-figurable, but they smuggle in concepts to describe the spritual substance which in fact are not as dualistic as they claim. Spirit, according to dualists, can in fact be attributed “extension, mobility and figurability”, (to quote Conway) all attributes of penetrable bodies. For example, even dualists speak of spirit as locatable somewhere, perhaps in the sense that a person’s spirit is seen as residing in the same location as his body because such a location allows a spirit to experience that which is happening inside and in the area around the body). Spirit is also seen as something which can move, for example, one can imagine oneself being in another place, an example which Descartes himself uses. It is also seen as having figurability, in other words, it is characterised in certain ways or even perhaps seen to have a physical form such as the form of an aura or ghost. Spirit is thus seen by dualists as having extension and divisibility, as locatable and moveable. But, if this is the case, Conway says, then surely spirit must also be penetrable, that is, it must be seen as sharing in the essential characteristics of matter. Conway wonders why “…the Extension of Body and Spirit, as they [dualists] understand it, do wonderfully differ…”

In Conway’s fourth argument, she argues that Descartes, in separating matter and spirit, has a view of the bodies as dead or lifeless, as not containing spirit. Conway objects to this that since all things can in principle change into all other things and that hence the animate comes forth from the inanimate, one cannot separate reality into spiritless, lifeless matter on the one hand and non-material spirit on the other.

As to the body of an animate creature, in Descartes’ view, it is a machine which moves itself. But such a body, because it is solely made up of matter is lifeless, Conway argues. This is because, for Descartes, even though the body is moved by animal spirits, the material from out of which it is made does not contain anything spiritual.

Conway’s critique of Descartes’ view of the body as “dead matter” must be seen in the context of the 17th century discussion of Aristotelian vitalism versus Cartesian mechanism. The vitalists regarded the soul as the form of the body, making it that particular body and as the source of the vital functions of the body, that is, the vegetative, sensitive and rational functions. The mechanists thought that all the vital functions of the body could ultimately be explained through the laws of physics, the ultimate science of the material world. Descartes believed that the body of animals was a machine whose functions could be fully explained in a mechanical way and that of humans as a similar type of machine, except that it is also the bearer of an eternal soul.”

The Last Post

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via The Last Post

Christopher Stone has written for the Guardian and other newspapers and also  has written books.He has been a postman to keep himself afloat.Fought privatisation etc… a very interesting man

DIY can the computer tickle you?

 

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Say,father.Give me attention
How about God?
He gets enough.
I thought he might give you some
How will I know?
Well,look at the Jews and weep
I don’t want to think about that
Neither did they.
Well, they must have done something wrong
And you have not?
Well not enough to deserve torture and death.
Who decides?
That’s what I wonder.
Maybe it  is beyond us.
You want to play?
Yes,  but what?
How about a DVD?
What is it?
Civilisation by Kenneth Clarke
I think civilisation is a failure.
It’s true there are more wars.
Let’s go out into the woods and climb a tree
Why?
So we can look into Mrs Smith’s bedroom window and see her get undressed
By whom?
That’s what we will find out
~It won’t be us!
How true!
Still  all men are voyeurs
How do you know?
I’m  just passing a remark
Well.I am living with a woman
That’s a sin
Well sex is a sin if you do it in a car so may as well sin at home
Sex is not a sin.But women get pregnant
Is that why some men are gay?
Well, they had mothers.
But they don’t want to harm a virgin by impregnating her
No, but God did and look what happened after that!
We don’t want to see anyone crucified
Yet we let them be killed by snipers,bombs and their own leaders
I know.
Let’s go to the pub and get drunk but not make passes at girls
Just boys?
Nobody!
So it’s all DIY now
It makes sense.In  a way….. but where is the whispering in the ear, the laughter and the petting?
You’ll have to get a computer programme to laugh for you
But will it cuddle me?
That’s what we are all wondering.Amen

Resolving conflict in cyberspace

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Conflict in Cyberspace:
How to Resolve Conflict Online

Kali Munro, M.Ed., Psychotherapist


Have you ever noticed how conflict can get blown out of proportion online? What may begin as a small difference of opinion, or misunderstanding, becomes a major issue very quickly. Conflict can be difficult at the best of times, but what is it about online communication that seems to ignite “flaming” and make conflicts more difficult to resolve?

There are a number of reasons to explain why conflict may be heightened online. One is the absence of visual and auditory cues. When we talk to someone in person, we see their facial expressions, their body language, and hear their tone of voice. Someone can say the exact same thing in a number of different ways, and that usually effects how we respond.

For example, someone could shout and shake their finger at you, or they could speak gently and with kindness. They could stand up and tower over you, or they could sit down beside you. How you feel, interpret, and respond to someone’s message often depends on how they speak to you, even when it’s a difficult message to hear.

In online communications, we have no visual or auditory cues to help us to decipher the intent, meaning, and tone of the messenger. All we have are the words on a computer screen, and how we hear those words in our head. While people who know each other have a better chance at accurately understanding each others? meaning and intentions, even they can have arguments online that they would not have in-person.


Projections and Transference

 

please read the article

Rumours about the infamous Lucrezia Borgia

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Alfred liked the Guardian but not for mating

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lucrezia_Borgia#Rumours

There was no shame about being the Pope’s daughter and no doubt they were too involved in politics and making money

Sexually active Popes

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_sexually_active_popes#Popes_alleged_to_be_sexually_active_during_pontificate

They were allowed to be married in the early Church but some like the Medicis  or Borgias had  children  but were not  married.

From the references:

George L. Williams, Papal Genealogy: The Families And Descendants Of The Popes, page 74: “Clement now made Alessandro de Medici “his illegitimate son by a slave” into the first duke of Florence” , McFarland & Company, 1998, ISBN 0-7864-2071-5

From: children of Popes

 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Illegitimate_children_of_popes

 

 

I thought he was fondling me

Before my husband died,  he was put into a rehabilitation unit and made to doe exercises.I tried to take him home but they persuaded me not to.After 1 day he had pneumomia.
Well,I nearly had to report him as when I went in on the Sunday afternoon,I sat on his bed and he fell over onto my bosom in a rather excessive manner.However his face was quite dark,almost black.
I asked him if he was depressed and he nodded
Then  the person in charge ran over to me and said, his blood  sugar is 2 and his BP is 60/40.Will you help me to put a special tablet full of something like glucose into his mouth?I helped him.But unless he could eat.. it was no good and he had pneumonia as well.
In fact my husband was dying.He had no oxygen in his blood and there was no doctor.
So instead of claiming he fondled me illicitly, in public I said he wanted to die on my bosom.Which seems a reasonable request.
He was taken to  hospital where he was treated so well it was very pleasant as he smiled again before he died.It was one of the most beautiful moments of my life and the saddest

So don’t let them send anyone  you love to Rehab when they need a hospice.

On the last train,Warsaw to Moscow,change Niegoreloje.1939

Elena,a baby wrapped in woollen clothes.
On the last train,Warsaw to Moscow,
[ change Niegoreloje.]
1939.Father,mother,brother
You passed through the Arctic Wastes of life.
Still as if travelling on a train
To an impossibly far destination.
As you left, the German Army crashed into Poland
Lost,your aunts
Your cousins.
Your culture.
How does God select the damned?
You had your own baby,here in England,
Not lost like all those others.
Your father died by his own hand,
The hand of history;
The fingers twitching,
Not sure where to point.
Then settling into frozen grief
A sculpture only your mother saw.
You saw too,Elena.
You always saw,though you can’t remember.
The long journey,your mother’s breast,
Your father’s silence.
Only the dead know that silence.
Only the dead weep
With the rocks and stones .
And the ice in each eye
Fell like snow down your cheeks
As you held your own infant.
Warsaw to Moscow,
Moscow to Jerusalem.
Always journeying
Looking for what they can never find:
The home they left behind
The presence of the dead
Lying in gaunt heaps
Like rubbish.
Your aunts, Elena.
Your cousins.
You never knew them.
But there’s a hole in your mind
Through which the Polish wind blows forever

A very old poem I have copied from myself without permission

Oh my  dentist is handsome,a very fine man
He seduces women with his frying pan.
He cooks them eggs and fries some ham
And just now and then, cooks up spam.
He knows all the wiles and the tricks of the trade
To win the hearts of the charming young maids.
but when they see him in his surgery
They pick up their handbags
And out they flee.
So now he’s decided to charm the older ones

By making jam and  baking scones.

He makes them tea and pours it out.
his tea pot has a very large spout!
He plays soft music and says a few kind words
Then he tells ladies how to see irrational surds.
It worked on me and now I am
Totally in love with this most intriguing man.
I boil his hankies on the kitchen fire
And write hime  poetry he says is rather dire.
But when we go to lie down on his couch
A spring is sticking up,so he screams.Ouch,ouch.
So now I suggested we use the surgery,
As that reclining chair is big enough for three..
For I always take the cat  along on dates with me
And he will lie just behind my knee.
But my dentist does not want to have Henry there
He thinks his dental chair will pick up Henry’s hair..
I offered to clean it with a kitchen cloth
As I’m sure I can get all those  cat hair’s off!
I sit here waiting,wondering will he call——-
A fate that is common to us women, men and all.
But when at last the bell begins to go
I am listening politely  to a very  loud radio.
So consummation is deferred again
I feel quite sorry for this lovely gentleman.
but now I’ve taught him how to send a text
but he ‘s not sent on yet so I am feeling somewhat vexed.
I have a feeling this love is too bizarre
Making out in the dentist’s surgery chair.
So now I’m thinking of how a doctor would be,
And wondering if he would allow me to sit upon his knee?

Oh Jesu

Affect matters more than numbers do
Reason without love ,so blind to ends
Rational means were used to kill our Jews.

Searching  Europe’s “haystacks” for a clue
Reason makes its wondrous,  obscene blend
Affect matters more than numbers do

When Belsen was relieved, who bought the glue?
The bones of  suffering  dead  might,did offend
Rational  calculaters  tortured Jews.

Was Jesus rational,  what the end he knew?
See his mother Mary, weeping,kind.
Affect matters more than numbers do

By the Christians, Jesus was abused
His brothers and his sisters barred, disdained
Factories were used to gas his Jews.

How  to see what matters in the end
Hate outweighed by Love, controlled not blamed
Affect matters more than numbers do
Rational  calculations ,G-d, oh G-d, Jesu.

Beautiful nature photographs by Mike Flemming

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http://home.btconnect.com/mike.flemming/butterfl.htm

Mike has been taking photos all his life but  now has more time to do it.Why don’t you get a camera or use your phone and  start a new hobby? I do  it although I have no technical skills.Again my technical skills in art are not very good but I still like to try.

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Essex UK.Drawing by Katherine

Success of the day

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My right forefinger is now only double its usual size
Burned my 10th pan.Cleaned cooker with brillo pad.Pan soaking as luckily it is not nonstick.
Broken  6 soup or ceral bowls..wedding presents
6 Mugs from 10th Wedding Anniversary
8 Polish dinner plates given me by a neighbour who was from Poland
Found 2 Kindles and a banana under the sofa.Failed to locate husband   there or under bed
Need a new  bed.Forgot to turn off electric blanket in March
Cleaned  bath and got into it and alas some Flash bathroom cleaner.Did wonders for my rear end.It’s still burning.No bath needed till Xmas.
Memo, clean bath after  not before using it,ditto WC
Thinks,safer to have a bed bath if only there was a nurse here to do it or Mother!
Grandad used to  bath us in a tin bath… can one still buy them?Much safer than running water
Do we really want all mod cons or is it a plot to rip us off?
Have  rehung a picture on the wall after 5 years behind a chair.Removed painting by husband to donate to Cancer UK as  some of us may need them more than  pictures
Had hair cut off to prepare for remote chance of very hot summer and to save money  .. looks like it will be a year before a trim is needed
Just a faint chance irate husband will rise from dead screaming, you know I don’t like you with short hair.But I am not optimistic.Neither is the hairdresser!

For as we’re nothing, we are free

Sacred the  love the rose dwells in;
Thorns protect what lies within.
Precious flower designed for bliss
Consummated with a kiss.

Eternity is one moment
When chattering minds are each silent.
The warp and weft of life  itself
Has value more than human wealth.

So passive be, with patience blessed
Focus wide and all relaxed
We wait like this  with music ‘joyed
So quietly played, all hurt’s destroyed.

The rose by nature of design
Gives peace to both the heart and mind.
And so it is with this  green world
Of  blossom,  bush,  and petals curled.

In a storm  small  butterflies
Dance in spaces small yet blithe.
Between the hailstones., they will  live
And of themselves entirely give.

We too  find our sacred space
When with nature we embrace.
We like flowers must grow and die.
We fall to dust and thus shall fly.

In the sunlight dust motes dance
As if by brightness full entranced.
We, like them, do not compete
For  that love which us completes

For as we’re nothing, we are free
For God made you and God made me.
As we have no pride or will
We trust in One who will fulfil.

 

Note : self-abandonment, which is a practice of the mystics .is abandonment to God.This desire for self-abandonment can be used by totalitarian regimes to make the crowd do their will.Like other of our desires, it has to be directed rightly.So we move between this passivity and active thought and will which guides us rightly.We must not abandon ourselves to governments or politicians and leaders,  especially Popes or other religious leaders.

Who are we to choose when loved ones die?

To fulminate against the hands of fate
To vent our anger on beloved friends
Will not repair our ills and our mistakes
But may bring friendships to a bitter end.

For who are we to know what is the best?
Who are we to choose when loved ones die?
And do not think this is a needed test.
As if on us God wastes his time to spy.

Once we were a joining of two cells
The lively sperm, a salmon riding high.
The egg awaiting without need for bells
Is fertilised and grows that which shall die.

Astonishing that we should live at all.
Unsurprising, that a loved one falls.

I kept telling  you to stop thinking! Now,stop dying

I’ve got writer’s block.
Oh,put your head on it

I have dried up.
Are you a river or a man?
I can’t write
.You lie,my friend.You contradict yourself

I think I am dead.
I kept telling  you to stop thinking! Now,stop dying

My eye offends me
Oh,cut it out.

I’m blocked
Get someone to plumb the depths of your mind
What with?
A teaspoon  will be  enough

Should I pray?
Who can answer that?

Can I wear a hat in Church
Only if you are a  Jew.
But they have a synagogue
You are so conceited you could get a synagogue  on yours and a mosque as well.Or St Pall’s Cathedrall
You think my head is swollen?
Take some ibuprofen and  follow the beat
What beat?
The heart has its reasons and it beats as well
I’ve had enough
Is it as good as a feast?

Don’t keep asking questions
Why not?
Just do as I say
Why?
Not everything has a reason
Why not?

 

Inventing logic and drowning under irrational numbers

‘Algebra’ is of Arabic derivation. It comes from title of the justly famous ninth century Arabic mathematical text ‘al-jebr w’almuquabala ‘by Mohammed ibn Musa Al-Khowarizmi of Baghdad and Damascus.

Have you never wondered about algebra
The Greeks are famed for genius  in the bath
Inventing logic and drowning under irrational numbers
Was it not Euclid who dominated your adolescence with his theorems
Those isosceles triangles, the very name chosen by the scholars of their age?
Those  strange numbers pi and e, the square root of 2 sent them running into conic sections
Straight lines and perfect forms.
Until Descartes with his fine drawn dramas of separation
Took the shape of geometry and rewrote it in abstract algebra
Unthinkable to the ghost of Archimedes with his sling and pendulum
The step into the higher realm left us grieving for our diagrams
And children wondering what the hell is x when it’s at home
‘al-jebr w’almuquabala”
Sacked Constaninople, now Istanbul, libraries looted as ideas ran like electronic rabbits
Up the spine of Europe,like giant fleas on LSD, like the manic humans we are on our dose of screens
Suddenly dimensions could be 4,5, 6… a million who could define a  limit?
Potent startled numbers shot out of fireworks, out of atom bombs, like   idiot stars
And the Universe exploded into God’s eye; a golden kite;  infinite attachments
Set fire to fields and borders as soldiers vainly shot the people they imagined
Were to blame.
If only we  didn’t know that there are no limits to our imagination
We could easily have lived  and died  bored into sanity by those diagrams
Flaunted by teachers, ignorant believers in hard facts
The whole world’s a fantasy, good or bad, algebra is the thrill up your spine
The hammer on your head
The beauty of the pattern  multiplying on invisible needles like God’s fairisle shawl
Tossed into the heavens and hanging forever, full of stars and  holes
Some black