Lassez Le Bon Temps Rouler!!!

In my humble opinion, most people want to touch the real through a medium. Last night, I was talking to the bathroom attendant at a Bourbon Street bar. (I was watching this spot on band called Tribal Butterfly). Anyway, this distinguish 54 year old man who earns his living handing out paper towels, cologne, chewing gum, and cigarettes in the men's room. Very intimate. He has two kids, both grown up. I asked him what was the one most important thing he has learned in life thus far. Without a missing a beat he said you can't see the face of god and live.

I was reading MarcLord's ramble on mormonism in a portion of a comment at Adored by Hordes (linked here) MarCo sez:

In the research, I studied every interaction of the best BS artist yet born on the American continent, Joseph Smith, founder of the LDS Church. His powers and wit were such he sometimes converted sane, prosperous, strong-minded men to his cult literally within seconds of chance first meetings.

Here's the thing: the biggest reason he was successful was he believed his own bullshit. Yes there's power in the dark side, in dissimulation, in fakery, in exaggeration, but it's the core belief that provides the greater power, not the cynical misuse of it. Smith was also guilty of that, and it's what got him killed.

Oh, the merged trajectories of desire and belief. After securing the financial support of enough followers, Joseph Smith had to deal with his expansive libido. So god revealed to him the eternal doctrine of polygamy, which is: more women, being inherently more righteous than men, progress to the highest plane of heaven, which is godhood, and each god creates a universe with spirit children and worlds. Therefore, in practising polygamy, we emulate the gods, the ancients in the Bible, and 70% of the earth's population to this day. Smith had a gift for tidy doctrine, yet I have no doubt he deeply believed polygamy as coming not from himself, but divine revelation.

Ole Joe Smith was a prophet (with a capital A), and he was real. I think he was really fucking cool. He did just what Jesus, John the Baptist, Sitting Bull, Job, Rilke, Moshe and others have done: They went out into nature and saw god. How cool is that? (even if it was just a finger)

Yeah, maybe it wasn't your god. Maybe you aren't willing to let that god near your root chakra, and maybe Smith started using his "I get it" for social engineering purposes, and he crashed and burned in a Butch Cassidy ending "Hyrum, how many do you think are out there? 10? 15?"

But I do think that if you keep going bank to the same spot in nature for four years (and you know he was back there everyday, I mean if you see god somewhere you don't wait 365 days to go back). Well, if you spend that much time in nature, you are soon going to see the truth about the garden of eden, and from there on out it is all downhill.

i.am.