Monday, September 29, 2003

Building a world that God can't enter.

The Genesis myth is interesting to goof on. Metaphorically it plays with loaded dice. I have been intrigued for some time now with some speculation offered recently by a woman who has spent a lot of time exploring the world view of the Gnostic sects in the early Christian startup.

She wrote that the scene in Genesis about the serpent and Adam and Eve, as perceived by the Gnostics, was that the serpent represented the docetic Christos that was sent to save the Earth from the demiurge, otherwise known as Jehovah, a nature god associated with volcanos, mountains, earthquakes, and thunderstorms with a temper to match.

The Gnostic sects, for the most part, seem to think when the spirit of the Christos entered the serpent to offer the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge that would give Adam and Eve to power to be as creative equals with Jehovah, his famed temper came into play with a bang! No blame.

What was given to Adam and Eve was first shown in the serpent who could talk. In the beginning was the word. What made Adam and Eve able to live as gods was that by eating of the fruit of the Tree of Knowledge they were imbued with the power of the word.

The entirity of modern civilization was built from use of the power of the word. Polarity as a tool of creativity. Oral tradition was created to express the difference in things both far and wide by categorizing and naming. It was enhanced by the invention of the written language. Mass distribution of the word became possible by the printing press. Further along, the invention of movies with color and sound brought the word to continuing adventures in multimedia, and is expanding exponentially by digitalization and algorithms customized to taste.

As equal creators to the nature god Jehovah we have constantly invaded his domain and built walls to shut him out of ours. Jehovah/Nature cannot enter the world we have created to escape his wrath. There are a lot of nature gods and goddesses. This condition leads me to crave, at the very least, a truce that would contain the possibility of complete peace.