Fascinating article in the LATimes about attempts by various Abrahamic cults to bring about the end of the world. Some of it's pretty damn harmless -- who cares if some poor old cattle farmer wants to raise a "few head of red heifers for Jewish high priests. Citing Scripture, Lott and others say a pure red heifer must be sacrificed and burned and its ashes used in purification rituals to allow Jews to rebuild the temple." But, as the article notes, "Generations of Christians have hoped for the Second Coming of Jesus, said UCLA historian Eugen Weber, author of the 1999 book "Apocalypses: Prophecies, Cults and Millennial Beliefs Through the Ages." 'And it's always been an ultimately bloody hope, a slaughterhouse hope,' he added with a sigh. 'What we have now in this global age is a vaster and bloodier-than-ever Wagnerian version. But, then, we are a very imaginative race.'"
In a sane society, people who ran around trying to bring about the end of the world would get therapy and good drugs.
Here's what I find so fascinating about these three (xians, jews, muslims) related cults. They're all monotheistic cults devoted to an angry thunder sky god who is the ONLY god. And, in the end, they're all devoted to being anti-life, anti-body, anti-Earth. Hastening an end to life is really the only logical goal that such a religion can espouse.
What if we had religions that recognized diverse deities and that worshipped sex, the Earth, life? How different would almost everything look?
I'm a woman, a Witch, a mother, a grandmother, an eco-feminist, a gardener, a reader, a writer, and a priestess of the Great Mother Earth. Hecate appears in the
Homeric Ode to Demeter, which tells of Hades who caught Persophone
"up reluctant on his golden car and bare her away lamenting. . . . But no one, either of the deathless gods or of mortal men, heard her voice, nor yet the olive-trees bearing rich fruit: only tenderhearted Hecate, bright-coiffed, the daughter of Persaeus, heard the girl from her cave . . . ."