Speaking of 'God'

When I use the word, the name or term 'God' I am only referring to that bearded man, who dons a long stainless white cloak and ports a jeweled scepter or splintered cross upon his bloodied back. Those unforgettable effigies, soldered into the susceptible psyches of conformists and children drunk on wine, incense and bite sized chewy bread. Did Sister Mildred in fact exist or was that going to hell story all but a dream?

No, I no longer feed on the crumbs embedded in the beard of a judgmental old man. And as far as Goddesses go, how reminiscent. Terrific tales about deities, fairies dressed in the eminence of femininity alone. Pellucid maidens whose magnificent manes whisk at whim, in the holy wind, twirling amidst the stars of her own frequency. Such caricatures and fantastic fables bubble to the surface of mind whenever the heat intensifies from the rising fumes of doubt and fear. These wicked vapors corrode the joints of our skeleton and burn the joy of our spirit, those structures that hold us straight and build us strong. Let us all, men and women, reach for the emergency valve and stop the gaseous leak for it only reduces the wholly being to little but weak and meek.

With utmost consideration and respect to all, I humbly propose that to keep our minds sure and strong and our spirits joyfully open to one another we refer to the creator of the universe as simply 'Creator'.   So, for example, the next time someone nearby sneezes... "The Creator blesses you".  A bit long but less confusing.

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