The Whipping Post

“Sometimes I feel, Sometimes I Feel,*

I choose to believe that Jesus Christ was a real person. Carbon DNA testing proves that the bones reputed to be from John The Baptist were dated from a time and place that John would have existed, and he was the cousin of Jesus.

And after immersing myself in the teachings of Neville Goddard who wrote The Power Of Awareness {<Free Copy} which is on my top 10 list of best self-help books, I saw the deeper meaning behind many of the parables in The Bible {<Free Copy}.

For instance, I understand that the truth that sets you free, which is talked about in The Bible, is also the secret of how to get what you pray for, and how to use the law of assumption.

Like I Been Tied To The Whippin’ Post“*

It seems that whenever I turn the nightly news on, there’s always some group of people demonstrating or complaining about their lot in life, and I’m usually the stereotypical type of person that they’re whining about.

For instance, because I’m a white, heterosexual, English speaking man – African Americans dislike me because I’m white, gay people dislike me because I’m straight, here in Quebec, Frenchmen hate me because I’m English, and of course women dislike me because I’m a man.

And they all have some agency or advocacy that they can file charges with if I call them a slang name, or flirt with a pretty lady at work. Not that I would be so insensitive as to do so, yet what about me? I don’t have an agency that I can run to.

“Tied To The whippin’ Post“*

I grew up in Quebec during a time that the FLQ were bombing, kidnapping, and killing innocent people because they wanted to separate from the rest of Canada, so that their french heritage would be respected.

And in Quebec the license plates read, “Je Me Souvien”  Which means – “I remember”.

Of course, during the Oka crisis, the Frenchman wanted to rip up an ancient Native American ancestral burial ground to build a golf course – so much for respecting the heritage of others. Then they killed several of the Native Americans who had every reason to stand in their way.

Unfortunately, I worked with several Frenchman at that time, and I had to listen to them complain about the “stupid Indians”on a daily basis. I also worked beside a french separatist who laughingly called me a, “moudsi bloke” for eight years. That’s french slang for “fu#@ing Englishman.”

“Tied To The Whippin’ Post“*

I also grew up subjected to their prejudice because my mother tongue is English. I listened to them whine about wanting to separate from the rest of Canada, even though they get more Federal tax breaks and benefits than any of the other provinces, and two-thirds of Quebec is still native land, which of course, they have tied up in the claims courts for centuries.

Anyways, I don’t throw a parade to shout to the world that I prefer the doggy style position because nobody really cares what I like to do sexually except my partner, so I usually keep it to myself.

I also believe that if a woman works as hard and as skilled as I do, then she should get paid the same. Yet, I know that there are plenty of self-made millionaire and billionaire women who made their own way in life – against the odds. And you don’t see them taking a day off of work to hold a sign and demonstrate, “Whoa is me!”

Plus, I’ve never enslaved or lynched anybody, and I never would. Yet, I remember getting in an argument at work once with an African American concerning a mistake he made. Then he called me a “honky” and went to the boss, and played the race card, which had nothing at all to do with it, yet I had to take crap for it anyway, probably because the boss himself was East Indian.

“Good Lord, I Feel Like I’m Dyin'”

Anyways, when I think about how Jesus was tortured and crucified because He went against the religious hypocrites of that time by spreading the word that we are all created equal, and that we all have the God-like powers within our own minds to virtually be, do, and have whatsoever we choose to be, do, and have, I rise above the narrow minded pettiness of those who complain about how things are, instead of paying the price to make things the way they want them to be.

My motto is,”do your own thing”, but that’s as long as you don’t hurt another person. I’ve been called many bad names in my life, but I don’t really care what anyone calls me because it’s just words.

Besides, if it’s not the color of your skin, your sexual orientation, or your gender, then it’s the language that your parents raised you to speak. Either way, some people that were brainwashed by their parents to hate others just can’t seem to think for themselves, and take others individually.

I know who and what I am, and I might not have an agency to complain to when some dumb-ass french separatist calls me a moudsi bloke, or when I’m called a honky, but then again even if I had one, I would still choose to rise above those who would love to crucify me and like Jesus say, “Forgive them Father, for they know not what they do.”

Vaya con dios, – The Unknown Musician.

Quotes, – *The Allman Brothers Band.



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