JAMES M. EMMERLING

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James M. Emmerling

James M. Emmerling
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SEPTEMBER 1, 2011 2:01AM

How I Was "Smited by God" For my Foolish Sacrilege

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By a number of factors. Different levels of influence & thus importance.

 

I wrote an abominably juvenile post yesterday evening in a paroxysm of “humorous” sacrireligious fury.

 

About Jesus (The “christos”, or “anointed” ) and the ever mysterious Mary Magdalen, in which I speculated that if his authority was from God, then so was hers’, since she seems to be a recurrent character---indeed, a favored one---in his life-story, as reported to us by the redacted (but recoverable?) so-called Gospels (“good news”). 

 

It certainly has been good news to some throughout these twenty centuries that this man has haunted our collective consciousness. It continues to be, for those who practice religion seriously, which means to be light of spirit and often “like unto little children”.  These people are unmistakable, for they have FAITH. The best definition I have ever heard of “faith” is, to paraphrase, “knowing, trusting, that the next step your feet take will meet solid ground.

 

Vertigo is not uncommon these days.  Very much as in the archetypal dream of falling into an abyss. We are assured it is a common human condition, and, if it gets too bad---if it affects your ability to effectively conform yourself to the shared social reality---it can be  sedated by the latest marvel of pharmacology, perhaps just the “miracle” you need for your life in order to remain “a productive member of society”.

 

Sure it helps, this synthetic chemical. No doubt.

 

In a world where “synthetic” means “artificial”, made from Man’s artifice.

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All three words are darn fine words, if understood fully.

Artifice means not only “modeling, rendering” and “a clever or artful skill”, but also , usually pejoratively, “a clever trick, deception by subtlety.”

 

I am split right now on whether to define this word in the former or latter sense.

As for “synthetic”, it comes from “synthesis”, the old version of  one of our favorite new trendy words that only time will tell can survive  Her “test”: namely, perserverence, and  continued relevance to our daily lives.

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Like this word, “Christ”.

Used “in vain” in many connotations of “vain”.

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It is probably vain, in all senses,  for any one of us to compare themselves to Christ.

It smacks of 1.megalomania , 2.narcissism, 3. A symptom of the pernicious “mania” we certainly no longer use in the old sense,

“enthusiasm”,

 which itself is rarely used in its ancient  sense.

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My over-analytical mind, which I am endlessly criticized for by all my friends and acquaintances, deigns now to make a (sweeping) synthesis, a “combining of separate (possibly diametrically or dialectically opposed)

 elements to

 make a whole…

a process, a verb,

with a noun form meaning “the whole so formed”.

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(Actually, now that my SYNERGY has kicked  in and is being utilized in my usual useless way,

combining connotations to form symbols

which have multiple denotions,

I find myself prolific and profligate in my language as always)…

 

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CHRIST: 1.A MYTH, OR 2.AN HISTORICAL FACT.

ANSWER: A MYTHOPOETIC FACT.

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Goshdammit, I wuz so good in my grammar up til now! but heavens to betty boop

and her sister billie jane , I am swept away in synchronicity-addicted silly woolgathering from reluctant sheep!

I am assured by the Christ,or jesus, or Joshua, or the holy roller spirit or simply the Quakers’ divine spark or allah or Buddha or just the’‘higher power”in my immortal stupefied soul

( that surreptitiously gains clarity and may even achieve some semblance of accepted Queen’s English, if the f-ing Queen is a big bore

Like this piece was,

Except it wasn’t for some,

Another synthesis!

 

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Excuse my eccentricity of syntax and vague semblance of anything passing for “sense” in the immediately preceding paragraph. I shall endeavor to do better. I have been, as they say in the vernacular, enthusiastically “smited by God”.

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At first, I read "smited by god" as "smitten by god." Or maybe it's the same diff? Were you literally smote (or smited, or whatever the participle may be?), like the six-story-tall foam & fiberglass statue of Jesus in Ohio that was hit by lightening last year (true story)? In that instance, the adult video store across the street was left, um... unmolested. In other words, god likes X-rated videos more than foam and fiberglass statues of Jesus...
"Just for smite he smote him"-J. Roth

Not sophistry but legitimate, well written questions. After all to whom did Jesus first appear after his resurection?
Rated.
I was literally (or as is often in my case,
simultaneously figuratively)
smitten by God. Smited too. It is the same diff somehow.
I am too goshdarn erudite and dry as the proverbial
"valley of bones" to wager a guess which is the real me.

Your 100% TRUE FACT, about the hapless foamy Jesus
fucked up by an act of nature
(or, God) (again, indistinguishable often)
is , as well as being richly ironic, a good step toward proving
my secret hypothesis: that God exists and has a delightfully black
sense of humor,

kind of like
SCYLLA,
the self-described Foresaken of God, a man with few redeeming
qualities to the
phony God who "randomly selected" the existence of a Roth or a him
or a Polly for some purely animalistic and unimaginative
advantage that has to do with his ability to re create himself
merely biologically and not spiritually as well,
which in my case
he has done a damn close rendering of...
"good enough for guvmint work"
as they love to...well, endless tiresomely say in their
moray eel wisdom.
I hope I lose this burdensome erudition
and its attendant incomprhensibility
(in an opposite way to my usual incomprehensibility)
(fun)
soon. Alas, I have mayhap been smitten or smote by Sophia?
An harm ye none, do what ye will....

You did not harm, so why would God smite you? or any one smote or smite you?

LOL :-) Anyone that took offense should pray for you then instead of busy smiting you for I do not think any God or Goddess or whatever any one person believes in would be happy at the negativity they exhibit if they go around smiting people. :-)
You will be protected and all good things will come to you. :-)

Believe and it will come true....
James,

Are you mayhap talking about the very Sophia in the Pistis Sophia originally written in or around the 2nd century. I found the book of Mary to be an interesting read. Also how they found it.
I absoolutely, positively LOVE your writing, it has character, and I know WSYWYG does not exist on Salon, so the formatting must be a bitch, if it isn't tell me your tricks.
But again, truly a fun way of writing, thus, reading.
Rated D
I think the post you wrote yesterday was really great. I am a Christian, but I have no problem with people writing from the point of view of Christ or other religious figures, or about them, be it in a traditional sort of way, or something more daring, like your piece. For me, your piece wasn't even daring in terms of how you handled the subject, because it humanized Christ, which is what I think is so important about Christianity; here's this good man - he has powers and isn't exactly like other men, but he is a man nonetheless, and when it comes time for him to sacrifice his life, that does mean something to Him - and that's what makes his sacrifice so important. Maybe Jesus did love and/or lust after Mary Magdalene. Maybe not. But I don't see anything wrong with that - love/flirtation between two consenting adults. Jesus loved humankind and the world, so why wouldn't he know what romantic love is like? Or lustiness? It's all a part of life. I thought what you wrote yesterday was fun and beautiful.
James, some of our writing is later regretted and some of it is better, years later, than we thought it was the day we wrote it. In all things, it is the stuff in our hearts, which God knows...and is not threatened by. You truly are a creative being, and He knows that, doesn't He?? I can guess that he smiles over you...and we all do, too.
I actually like that ancient Rabbi. Like me, he'd be made ill by what's done in his name. r.
I missed your prior post, but I see Jesus in the same light as Buddha or other spiritually enlightened figures. But we are all somewhere along the path to enlightenment, or we are in psychological hell...
James M. E. Patrick Frank is right.
Righty tight. Lefty loose. You no nut.
Thick Nhat Hanh wrote the easy read:

a book titled: Living Buddha - Living Christ

I recommend interfaith wed couples get along.
After a brief discussion strike a deal. At Easter
Fill straw baskets with macaroons and arugula.
Green grass can be ate. No fill belly with plastic.
Eat four-leaf clovers and red wine vinegar on`
`
Jesus birthday.
Cook devil eggs.
Poach duck eggs.

Ducks give double yokes.
Scramble eggs and play.
Play scrapple on
The Yom Kipper.
Day of Atonement.
`
I met a homeless man in the VAMC's Homeless Veteran Program. His name was Patrick O'Hare. I thought I was speaking with that same Patrick who was born in France. Then he went to Ireland. Saint Patrick. Yup.
His voice soothed.

He was so eloquent.
I'll never forget it.
I'll never see again.

Memory ... J.M.E.
Rage and bile has
kept me alive and
I wander off and
ponder mystery.

Let's pilfer coins.
Give to the poor.
Scoop pennies up.
Rob from 7- 11 too.
The clerk may call?
She call 9-11 again.
James M.E. Be in
a 'Jail Cell Motel'
Free square meals
and no food bills.
Break Free to buy
a pink Mercedes
and wax it so it
go rains on the
green beans.
Don't worry; nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. If there is a God, he probably has a sense of humor (or at least I hope so) otherwise He would not be worthy of worhipping
The best definition I have ever heard of “faith” is, to paraphrase, “knowing, trusting, that the next step your feet take will meet solid ground. Vertigo is not uncommon these days. I liked that transition.

Combining separate (or diametrically/dialectically opposite) elements to make a whole sounds quite all right to me. In fact it seems a little yin yang-ish. Carry on.

pernicious ennui or pernicious anemia
watch hitchcock's Vertigo
and see how you feel
dizzy? paranoid?
pleasurable
perhaps as polly says
you are smitten by god
that's how, at first,
I read it too
Try the decaf.
It's like sex in a canoe.
Near water.
Hey man, Dan Brown made gazillions of dollars working the JC/MM thread, so maybe you will too.

THIS, though, is utterly brilliant and perhaps is even more what was actually meant by the commandment.
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Like this word, “Christ”.

Used “in vain” in many connotations of “vain”.
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All those athletes, politicians, beauty contestants, proselytizers who claim Jesus or God gave *them* some special blessing, gift or favor. What could be more vain?

You have an awesome* mind, my friend. I'm glad we get a peek inside.

*awesome - inspiring awe or admiration or wonder
Can I please use "holly roller spirit"?! I love that! I was briefly acquaintances with a man who said "You can call me Steve," every time I would say "Jesus Christ!"

It does smack of megalomania and narcissism when people think they are the messengers of God or the be all end all. I wonder what the big JC would have to say about/ to them?
Smite. Smitten. Smote.

Potato. Potato. Tomato. Tomato.
How long can you use that excuse James Em?
Yeah, God smited me too..Ha!
Agree with Alysa Salzberg and Brazen Princess.

We all make errors. And then we all do good things.
Any God that smites is no God of mine.
If God smites, then I am sure
to keep to my Goddess
She only knows how to love
My brother's favorite prayer
with a bit of poetic license
"Rub a dub dub thanks for the grub
Yeah! Goddess"
Don't know why I thought of that silly thing
after reading this glorious post of erudite semantic maturbation.
rated with love
Any God that smites is no God of mine.
If God smites, then I am sure
to keep to my Goddess
She only knows how to love
My brother's favorite prayer
with a bit of poetic license
"Rub a dub dub thanks for the grub
Yeah! Goddess"
Don't know why I thought of that silly thing
after reading this glorious post of erudite semantic masturbation.
rated with love
I've read this twice. You owe me some time, you can pay me later!
I used to moderate a private message board where instead of reporting the members, we'd smite them. It was ridiculously fun to see how many smites we could hit each other with. Good times, good times. Sadly, we could only smite one per hour.
I have faith. Most of the time. I consider myself a Christian, always remembering that the Bible is not God's dictation but Man's attempt to understand the inexplicable, and that while it very well might be the divinely inspired word of God, I once made a collage in Art class inspired by Picasso's Guernica and though pleased with the result, it certainly didn't make me Picasso.
By the same token, who's to say your words are not divinely inspired? For doubt is part of faith. Keep challenging us, my friend.
alsoknownas' comment is hilarious.
I'm going to steal it to refer to lite beer.
Isn't God's maiden name Smythe? Maybe you just heard wrong and she was anointing you. James M. Emmerling-Smythe. Has an ecclesiastical ring to it, don't it?
I became fascinated with the comments on this one. You excite so many people with ideas, thoughts, you make them think. What a grand thing that is. This is one of those that I will read a number of times because it is just so filled with so many different images.
Wonderful. Rated.
The Chicken Maan stole the words right out my mouth! Then so did Micalpeace. I wanna smite em. Instead, I'll just agree with them, and move on.