Time Less Images

The procession of the "dead Christ"

My brother and I are heading out in the morning to visit our younger brother. I actually have never, to my knowledge, given him any of my prints from the Passion Procession we observed in Cholula, Mexico. Of the three brothers, he is the only one to have remained active in the Church.

In addition to the various forms of popular piety on Good Friday such as the Via Crucis, the passion processions are undoubtedly the most important. These correspond, after the fashion of popular piety, to the small procession of friends and disciples who, having taken the body of Jesus down from the Cross, carried it to the place where there "was a tomb hewn in the rock in which no one had yet been buried" (Lk 23, 53).

The procession of the "dead Christ" is usually conducted in austere silence, prayer, and the participation of many of the faithful, who intuit much of the significance of the Lord's burial.

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"I continue to seek exquisite beauty in my images, exploring all techniques, old and new".

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Be prepared

I must admit, that on the eve of this long weekend I was worried. I stocked up on cans of tuna, (they were on sale for $ 0.89 a can) and bought, and packed my freezer, with the only fish (perch) that was on sale. Shrimp was already marked up...I am resolved to the fact that I will probably never eat shrimp again, unless it is served as part of a "all you can eat" buffet. Fat chance of that happening!

I had only recently filled up all my change jars. They had been depleted over the last few years from all the offerings I had made for the damnation of the souls of the members of the College of Cardinals of the Catholic Church (a story for another day). Now I've again pretty much emptied out all those Mason jars that weeks ago were brimming with change. I've lit a candle and offered a prayer in every Church I've passed. I've lost weight riding my bicycle from Church to Church. I'll be honest, almost every offering has been accompanied by a silent prayer. It usually requests that enough places be reserved (nearest the hottest coals ...and that novice devils be assigned to start planning now, for new, hideous punishments) for the souls of every BP (Summed up by two words 'beyond petroleum') executive who has received an average salary greater than $ 500,000 per year (averaged over the last five years). They're my quarters, my prayers, my knees pressed against the hard boards, so I get to set the bar. In my mind, anyone making that much money, had, in some manner shape or form, a hand in the recent disaster.

I have started a new change jar in anticipation of future candles being lit for the damnation of the government officials who seemed to have been in on the fix, or just appear to be dropping the ball or passing the buck. Since I won't be buying any more fish, my jars will fill up quickly.

My efforts may amount to naught. But if no one makes the effort... And, who's out there speaking for the fish, the seals, the birds? In 1986 Orson Scott Card published the book Speaker for the Dead, which dealt with the aftermath of the xenocided Bugger civilization. I'm pretty busy at the moment praying for the damnation of a heck of a lot of souls, so there is a pressing need for a "Speaker". No experience necessary, but must be willing to travel. Vegetarian pet owners preferred. And, of course:

Be prepared! that's the Speaker's marching song,

Be prepared! as through life you march along.

Be prepared to hold your liquor pretty well,

Don't write naughty words on walls if you can't spell.

Be prepared for the murkiest scam....Yes, my teeth and ambitions are bared.

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Fortune has allowed me to come full circle and return to my earlier interest in photography. I am at that age were some weight loss would be beneficial. I certainly don't believe all photographers need to starve, but my initial goals are realistic, if not humble. The industry has changed tremendously, but the possibilities are unlimited. I am grateful that my parents' gave me a generic name. It's allowed me to explore numerous paths unhindered.

"I continue to seek exquisite beauty in my images, exploring all techniques, old and new".

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They will take up serpents

Faith in a higher being is as old as humanity itself. But what sparked this? Did our earliest ancestors gain some evolutionary advantage through their shared religious feelings?

In the early 1900's, George Went Hensley a former bootlegger took to the pulpit in a rural Pentecostal community in Grasshopper Valley. One Sabbath, while he was preaching a fiery sermon, some of the congregation dumped a large box of rattlesnakes into the pulpit (history does not record whether they were angry or just bored). Without missing a beat, in mid-sentence, Hensley bent down, picked up a 3ft-long specimen of this most venomous of snakes, and held it wriggling high above his head. Unharmed, he exhorted his congregation to follow suit, quoting the words of Christ: "And these signs will follow those who believe ... in my Name ... they will take up serpents."

Hensley himself perished from a snakebite in 1955, and shortly afterwards the US government wisely acted to prevent the practice - although it is still legal in parts of the States.

Is possible that strong levels of belief in God, gods, spirits or the supernatural might have given our ancestors considerable comforts and advantages? Many anthropologists and social theorists do indeed take the view that religion emerged out of a sense of uncertainty and bewilderment - explaining misfortune or illness, for example, as the consequences of an angry God, or reassuring us that we live on after death.

This is the time of year that I re-examine my own views on religion. Of one thing I am certain: a world without the "hope" of a God, without the chance of a final "destiny", would be a cold, empty, even dangerous place.

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In my not too distant past, if I were to see a street person, a bum, sleeping in a door front or on a park bench, I would have kept my distance and perhaps shrugged my shoulders.: He had the "smarts" to ask someone where to go, I didn't

Fortune has allowed me to come full circle and return to my earlier interest in photography. I am at that age were some weight loss would be beneficial. I certainly don't believe all photographers need to starve, but my initial goals are realistic, if not humble. The industry has changed tremendously, but the possibilities are unlimited. I am grateful that my parents' gave me a generic name. It's allowed me to explore numerous paths unhindered.

"I continue to seek exquisite beauty in my images, exploring all techniques, old and new".

web blog: Epicurean Health

web blog: Comics Legends and Lore

web blog: Timeless Snippets