Oh! this is Christmas.

So the story goes, a child was born of parents, a carpenter and his significant companion who managed to conceive by unnatural means as none before or since have managed to do, and as she was in companionship with a carpenter no less.
They have had to leave their home and journey great distance to pay tax to the lord of the land for the work done by the carpenter in voluntary exchange with his neighbors, work to which the lord of the land exercised no part, in an exchange he was not a party to.
The burdensome taxes which the collector expects to brought onto him or threat of violence will be forth coming, leaves nothing for proper secure lodging and despite the woman’s obvious condition of pregnancy no charity to secure lodging is given.
A shelter is found and although inconvenient for the baring of a child it does come to pass that the woman does bring forth a new child of innocence to the world.
Immediately three wise men come with gifts to taint and delude the child. One brings forth Gold, a second brings forth the Oil of Lebanon, Frankincense, and the third brings forth Drug, the heady medicinal Myrrh.
Then everybody vanishes and the sheep go back to sleep.
Bizarre Story, I must say.

Later the child, now grown, becomes a cause celeb with the peace, love thy neighbor, respect mother earth set.
The lawmakers will have none of this, or his rhetoric, and take him to account.
They point out their concocted tales by man (he-brew), as written in the great books they carry, is truth and nothing but truth.
They tell the child now a man that he as are all, children of GOD.
The man states, that can not be, for this is my mother and he was born from she.
The lawmakers taken aback by such brazen fortitude straighten their funny hats and retort with, you were born through your mother yes but as a child of GOD.
No, comes back the child now man, I was born through she as a child of man, my father a carpenter as am I.
Infuriated, the lawmakers charge blasphemy.
The surrounding crowd, in response, as a majority, democratically side with the lawmakers. It is written, and despite having no access to the writing or the literacy to enable them to understand the squiggly lines if they could glance a glimpse.
They call for punishment and cheer wildly when the sentence is given.
The lawmakers, now at the crowds behest, approach the king to ask his blessing to the sentence.
The king is hesitant as no apparent crime has been committed. There was no aggression and no one stepped forward to accuse of such.
The lawmakers make case that he blasphemed the word, the concocted tale devised by man (he-brew) as it was heard from god whilst under the influence of the heady incense of myrrh and anointed in the oil of frankincense as the dreams of great wealth in gold guided the quill.
The king still unconvinced of any misdeed turns to the democracy.
This majority before him side with the lawmakers in the funny hats and call for death to the blasphemer.
The king reluctantly passes the sentence and crowd screams wildly as spectacle is an exciting way to pass the time through day.

And so the child now man, is nailed upon a cross. He is placed with common criminals as spectacle before the blood lusting crowd and the lawmakers in their funny hats.
When the mans life has passed, it is declared that he died for all to sin, and it is through this belief that you can become one with GOD in heaven above.
The tale is passed forth through the generations and as like a parasite it spreads to infect all who are encountered to it.
Those that deny a heavenly father, and those that connect with mother earth are ceremoniously murdered, their lands are taken and given unto GOD. The ones given mercy are enslaved, forced to provide crops and labor for resource extraction to the lawmakers and the other representatives of the GOD as well as pay alms to live upon what was once their ancestral land.


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