Beluga flukes. Prettiest thing I ever saw . Saw'em in a zoo. Photos too! Like Winged hearts. White and light like some Bible Angels wings. Angels? Paintings only.. No photos. I guess angels only pose for painters. Camera shy maybe. Soul get stole.

Imagine-a winged heart taking you where you want to go! Undulating along smooth as silk. A few swooshes of those neat flukes and they were gone. Swirling water, no Beluga..

Made cars, trains, subs and planes look awkward. Beluga flukes got neat thin edges with subtle changin' curves like those long lines of pelicans gliding up and down slow over ocean waves.

And those flukes worked great under water-go anywhere. Arctic, anarctic, under icebergs, through iceflows-you name it. But keep it cold and wet!

Beluga flukes made feet look awkward too. But talkin' awkward, wings on Bible Angels always seemed contrived. Too thick. Extra feathers. Down sleeping bag extra feather stash maybe. Flight Wings? Go some where? Unlikely.

Bee's barely made it with those clear thin fast ones. An angel'd never clear the ground. FLAP FLAP FLAP. Big dust up.. And if they did, they'd be so dusty they'd never let them in the Bible. Had to be spick and span to get in there.

Dirty from having Smited some whole crew of unbelievers, Preacher might look the other way. Mom washed behind both my ears for church.  

Big wings like Condors aren't always needed. A Penguins' great in water. Their short wings work. But their Pope penguin Nun proxies would never even float. Wings all wrong. Worse'n angels. A few wild thrashes an straight to the bottom.

Church creation story was a laugh. Death Insurance. Mind Bandage on the heartwound of death. Wound needed air and light. You'd recover! Death's O.K., you'll be there long or soon. Bandage only made it fester.

Church folk wore these ties around their necks, too. Folks must think they need to be led. The Flock. Bishop carries a sheepherders staff. Pretty obvious. If the Flock can't face the simple fact of death they probably do. Flocked! Or maybe the Power ties are helicopter rotors for the Ascension. Get your head back out of the way ... varoom fire up the power tie and you're out of there! Amazing race. Straight up.

What could be more obvious than death? Clear the way for the next batch. Give 'em all the new good stuff too that all you guys and gals gave! Life's a thrill, consciousness a total bonus. Death's the mom of beauty.

Bob thought church was like an appendix, didn't do much but kill you when it went bad. He said it had always been bad but now you could all see it. Worn out Myths. Church guys killed the science guys early but a few got through and showed them up.

"Up there, look up," Bob would say, "the now known Cosmos. Space stations, planets, moons, stars, Galaxy's, Clusters of Galaxies. Science sure trumped Religion for Nature's truths.

But facts don't impress True Believers. All just Satan tempting them. While they do mind circumcisions and grafting. Nip those Cosmic questions in the bud and graft on their answers.

But the cosmic questions were a lot better than the human answers and they stole billions of young virgin Mind's only turn at the fountain of truth. Mind rape, Bob called it. Wanted your mind in a neat clean package that fit their needs. Payed for their pleasures. Going for your tithes and titles- bucks and land. Biggest landowner. Preyer. Casholics. Biggest land owner.

Church turd in Life's punchbowl. Party's over. No wonder no one's laughin'. Serious mistake. Appendix ruptured.

Nice folks everywhere seemed to take it serious. Maybe I missed the joke somehow : Truth impossible so choose a Noble Lie, or something. That's how it's always been 'til now. "til Science.

DNA, NMR, e=mc2. Things changed. Hallelujiah, you'd think those serious truth knowers would be Jumping for Joy. Nope! Exposed their game.

They didn't laugh in church. Serious plus. Their guy got hung worse than your normal horse thief an they were comin up with these lame excuses. HE DIED FOR YOU. Putting the best face on clumsy. Can you picture a dogcatcher shoveling up a flat cat roadkill and sayin' something like that? Nailing them on a cross?

Their guy made these wild claims ... Eternal life if you love me more'n mom. Like that! Eternal Life, Who's he think he's kiddin? Greed rules Love can last? Didn't work for him, nobody seen him since. 2000 years of looking, not a trace. Good riddance! But the greed mindvirus Eternal and cheapening of Mom's love infected us.

Love him and his Big Daddio Idea More'n Mom? He bake cherry pies with criss cross crusts an' float a slice in half an half? He give birth to kids ands raise em up kind in a tough world?. He evolve ten million species in 4 billion years? Nutcase, certifiable.

Another lost and dangerous loner male, risking the world, sedition for civilization, for his imagined ends.

Why hast thou forsaken Me? Kindergarten! The Universe is indifferent. Mighta gone Postal if they didn't get him early. Right man at the right place at the wrong time. Too late, the infection spread. Stopped the Liar, but the big Lie slipped out.

Pilate's court, Playing God? 10 days max. Next case!

Pilate's Restaurant? Different story! JC Maxed his card an couldn't pay for supper for his guys? Stiff him, Pilate, for the bill? Way outa line! Last supper! Nails, Cross, next!

And then the church take his bad example and pretend it worked? Shell game!

Revelation, Sacrifice and Eternal life were the 3 pillars of the church deal, all of them lies, Bob Said. The sacrifice was to prove they're serious. They sacrifice your Mind.

And you hate yourself for believing lies, but they got you early with guilt and mindpruning-the apple of knowledge is bad- so you attack yourself rather than them. They reward gambling, greed, and cowardice if you swallow their answer to Death. No wonder Fear got such a head start on Love.

Laws on treason everywhere. Church defends the guy? Plenty reason not to go there much. The preach part. Church socials were great! I liked the variety of food. It was hot and smelled good and there was lots of it. And I pitched for the baseball team.

I got baptised in there once. Skimped on water. I's used to riding waves with joe. Snow would have impressed me more. If you're baptising surf kids and you can't lay em on a tube ride, use snow. More rare in Long Beach. Get their attention, brrrr, harder to forget!.

Thinkin' must be too much trouble. Let the Angels handle it. Angels underwater? Dolphins Maybe got the Underwater Angel contract! Topside flyin'? Whole lot of flappin' going on going nowhere. Total dustup! But they were the right image for religion. Never saw one myself.

 Any kid that plays with paper planes can plainly see that angels got no glide. I tried 'em. No glide in'em. Overweight! Now if their heavy flappin' might have made the wind for waves for surf ... I'm with'em!.  

The Human game without a plane is mostly played in flatland. Plenty obstructions. Trails around them. Whales trails soar! They're water flyers. Why make streets if there's no obstructions. Without our feet there'd be no street.

Never heard an Angel'd signed an affidavit. Maybe Angels leave no legal trails ... like Beluga flukes in water.

The whole church and Angel story was pretty hard to figure. Made sanity impossible. Know uncle Joe would have given me the inside joke if there was one. "Don't rock the boat" isn't funny. Hold still. Freeze.

      "Rigor Mortis of the mind" Doc said.

"Churchectomy," was his recommend.

Hold on there Doc, I pitch for the team. Game a week. Don't mess with my hot food socials or baseball!

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