“CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD” (CHAPTER #3)
INTRODUCTION: The author’s name is Felix Altamonte. All rights reserved including the right to reproduce this book or parts thereof in any form. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental. There will be occasionally the mention of a real person whether still alive or not, but it will be done only when the story requires it for in this book appears fictional characters and historic figures past and present and non-historic figures as well like every day Joe Botella for example. In other similar words: Reference to real people, events, establishments, organizations are intended only to provide a sense of authenticity, thus these later ones are not just fictitious in many cases, but real. “Christianity vs. God” is a work in progress, in other words: In Real Time. Its completion and publishing time is up to Felix Altamonte, its author. In the meantime everyone is welcome to read and witness the writing of a book, again, in Real Time, a task never attempted before. Past true History at its best plus History in the making as it occurs, not given preferential treatment to any side of the many Aisles throughout the ages, whether religious, royal or political. Equanimity is what is pursued here, a quality always absent everywhere and all of the time past and present, Equanimity that is. Yours: El Batuta the narrator/.
(P. S. All the Bible Verses Chosen by the Author are from the “Versión Reina-Valera 1960 & Authorized King James Version, KJV 1611”, both considered by the author of “CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD” as the most Faithful to the Original Ancient Manuscripts in which God Wrote His Word for the Good of All the People of this Earth. The Bible Verses will be found between parentheses with an asterisk*)
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PREFACE: In the small town of Restitution in the south of the Nation, the name of which State the narrator has no desire to call to mind, there lived the man of this story. Things are not what they seem, however having said that, things might appear to be as one wants them to be, which is fine as long as no one is hurt in the process. The World takes care of that, hurting many, or maybe I should say: Those that have taken the responsibility on their shoulders and on their own initiative, for nobody forced them, not even God, to direct the things of this World.
PROLOGUE: Disaster Pending in the Courts of Justice in the Land: As the Judge entered the courtroom everyone stood. The pile of cases he ought to go over was quite high. As he sat looking at it he said to himself: Darn, it keeps on growing every day. After the people present in the courtroom took their seats, he banged the gavel and said: “Let’s begin. First case”, but immediately said, “wait”, as he looked at the thickness of the binder at the bottom of the pile. He asked the bailiff to pull it out and read it to him aloud: “CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD”. “What”?, he exclaimed. “What’s that doing in my courtroom, whatever it is; this is a Family Court”! “I do not know, your honor”. “Well, bring me somebody that knows more than you do, please”, said the judge visibly irritated. Indeed, the file was voluminous for just that one case: “CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD”.
(CHAPTER #3) THIRD INSTALLMENT (12/25/2020): As time went by swallowing days, weeks and months, shortening the lives of many, including any Empire left on Earth, we have arrived at the end of the year of disgrace 2020. All things considered and considering all things and having written that, I must add something more, something pivotal to the understanding of Time. Well, Time, it could be said, is many things. One of them, the most pronounced one, is that Time is a killer. But how could that be when Time doesn’t exist? It cannot be touched, seen nor heard; it is more like a concept, it’s there and isn’t there at the same time. I daresay that Time is static in its non existence. It doesn’t move forward nor backwards. It is us who move ‘através’ Time with no chance to go back. Our lives go through Time and there is no way back, and as time goes by, so we get closer to that day, the final day, our own D[eath] day from whence we’ll not return alive to this life of ours on this Earth.
PASAJE#1
(12/26/2020) “TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE”
It has been said for the longest time: Time is of the Essence! It might sound redundant, but who said it almost always are the same suspects: The Big Honchos, you know amigos, those in High Places and those that inhabit Ivory Towers. But speaking truth to power is urgently needed to be said now and then: That it has always been that way: Time is of the Essence! A short Old Castilian adage, amigos: ¡Quien hizo la ley hizo la trampa!
However, Mankind being very shrewd [no pun intended, Monsieur Peoplekind], for God is not in the business of creating robots, has used Time in a bottle for the advancement of Mathematics and Science and so on. So much so that we had turned to even above and beyond the Stratosphere, in other words: Más Allá de las Estrellas.
Now and then we’re being sort of foolish [Behold, it isn’t me saying it, is God that inhabits ‘más allá de las estrellas’] embarking on a march of folly (desatinos). Because, what in this hellish world are we doing up there when the World is a total disaster? After all this timeless time there is more misery in the World today than ever, for there are more people today alive than ever and Math does not lie. There has not been an improvement, except for those, and you know who you are. What are we doing disturbing the Heavens when we are not able to fix the problems on Earth, not even the easiest: Hambruna, Famine, Hunger? Wishful thinking indeed, amigos, folks and blokes, if we ever saw one. Sounds like a marathon is going on among the likes of fake coin Pence, the honorary ‘comandante en vuelo’ of the Space Force, like we need more forces forcing their way up to escape the odors of their ‘desatinos/folly’ down here on Earth.
What’s the rush, is it the planting of a flag and the building of “The Pillars of the Moon” first and then beyond? The true story sadly repeats: (*And they said, Go to, let us build us a city and a tower [no pun intended, Mr. Trump] whose top may reach unto heaven; and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.) (Always Spanglish, mind you Triumvirātus?)
But enough about a Time in the bottle per se, for now; nonetheless let me finish with this fact: Nothing on Earth and Heaven has been born of ‘la nada’, someone has brought it to be, whether visible or invisible, whether it is a real concept or not, Time that is in this case. The maker of Heaven and Earth made it all possible even if we quite don’t understand, and that includes Time in a bottle or in Space, and yes, He did it for mankind’s benefit, for He does not need Time, He is Timeless. Another fact that we all need to know is that the very Someone will do away with it in Time: (*In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beginning with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not anything made that was made… And the angel which I saw stand upon the sea and upon the earth lifted up his hand to heaven. And sware by him that liveth forever and ever, who created heaven, and the things that therein are, and the earth, and the things that therein are, and the sea, and the things which are therein, that there should be time no longer).
WE ARE BACK! How do you like my introduction after the one-year time lapse, 2020, that looked more like time stopped in its tracks, or nearly collapsed? Whoa, hold your horses, who are you referring to by saying we are back? Well, you Felix Altamonte, the author, and me, Batuta, your faithful narrator, of course. Ah, Felix said resigned, now I understand. And then he thought to himself, it is my fault, I brought Batuta to the literary world and now he has a life on his own. What can I say and to whom can I say it. I cannot stop the book now and start from scratch in order to eliminate Batuta. We’re running out of time, time is of the essence literately speaking, the book must continue regardless. That’s what I say, said Batuta, CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD must continue. What? Can you read my mind as well, Batuta? You bet, Felix Altamonte, we’re literary ‘gemelos’; one and the same so to speak.
LET’s stop the blame game before the game ends, Felix. You were the one that found me, remember, at the beginning of the book, as I was having a nice nap ‘en un banco en el parque’ and you woke me up from one of the most wonderful dreams [I dreamed that I wasn’t dreaming] that I ever had and hired me to be your narrator. So here I am, alive and well, so learn to live with it; well to live with me during the total writing of the book, for “You’re Fired” won’t work here and no resignation power either. It is what it is: Historical Facts at its Best, regardless ‘le duela a quien le duela’. Alright, Batuta, you win for now, let me continue the book saying that “2020 has Frozen in Time” and it could break in several time-encapsulated pieces instead of thawing gradually, meaning that the World won’t be or look as it looked previously. The time to pay the Piper has arrived!
ONE thing I need to do first before we continue in full force the writing of CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD. What is it, Felix, and I rather you say we need to… by the way? Again, alright, Batuta, we have a ‘cita’ with señor Mosca in a couple of days, the 25th, and I’ll be doing all the talking, understood, Batuta? Alright, Felix, if that makes you feel better. It is not about ‘sentimientos’, Batuta, it is about not spooking the man, if you know what I mean. Well, Felix, I doubt he’ll be spooked, I have been reading his webpage; nonetheless I’ll keep my mouth shut, spookiness ‘brillará por su ausencia’.
PASSAGE #2
THE 25th came and went, and dinner with señor Mosca went well, a very productive and successful ‘cena-cita nocturnal’ in the heart of ‘Restitución/Restitution’. To say the least, Felix Altamonte felt afterwards ‘exuberante’ as well as Batuta [can’t leave that guy behind]. A meeting of the minds over ‘cordero asado’ at ‘El Meson la Cartuja’ accompanied with a bottle of Ribera del Duero and a bottle of non-alcoholic Siserio/Pomaria Asturiana for señor Mosca. And it went this way: Twas another night in Restitution when we arrived at 9pm at ‘El Meson la Cartuja’. We walked through the streets on our way to meet señor Mosca, watching people passing by, peacefully and with ‘una sonrisa a flor de piel’. Not a strange creature stirring about, another joyful night full of gladness ‘en Restitución’, the Comuneros’ town. There were no stockings hung by the chimney in the center of ‘El Meson la Cartuja’. No one was waiting for Nicolás, though señor Mosca was already waiting for us.
WHEN we enter ‘El Meson la Cartuja’ the Jukebox was plying ‘un himno cristiano with its new lyrics: ♪♪♪AMAZING DISGRACE♪♪♪ ♪Amazing Disgrace♪♪ ♪How Bitter the Sound♪♪ ♪That Enslaved a Wretch Like Us♪♪♪ ♪We Once Were Lost♪♪ ♪And Now We Aren’t Found♪♪♪ ♪Were Blind♪♪ ♪But Now We’re Deaf♪♪♪/. As we were taken to the table in the spacious dining room of ‘El Meson la Cartuja’ by the owner señor Ibáñez, to a quiet corner where señor Mosca was already waiting, another cantata popped up out of the Jukebox: ♪♪♪I WONDER AS I WANDER IN MY FRUITFUL MIND♪♪♪ ♪I wonder as I wander that’s nothing new under the Sun♪♪ ♪I wonder as I wander like in a dream♪♪ ♪Where ‘un atleta’ gets a hundred million dollars to bounce a ball♪♪ ♪And ‘una estrella de cine’ earns twenty five million to act in a ‘viruta’ film♪♪ ♪And ‘una modelo diez millones’ walking around on the catwalk ‘en bragas’♪♪ ♪Where even a teen can make billions selling ye the people ‘más cosas’ that nobody needs faster than ever on the Internet♪♪ ♪It’s a free market, ‘canutos’, not a free World♪♪ ♪How the rich are getting richer and the poor getting poorer♪♪ ♪I wonder how in the wealthiest nation there is a need to call some of its citizens working-poor♪♪ ♪As if they work hard to stay poor♪♪ ♪One has to wonder and wonder and…♪♪♪/.
THEY greeted each other ‘efusivamente’ with a brotherly kiss and embrace. Felix Altamonte noticed three table settings and said: “Are we waiting for someone else, Mosca?” “How could we forget Batuta, even though he is not visible and I would not be able to hear him?” “I got you, Mosca, it is like you ignoring, ‘la ‘mosca gringa sobre la Biblia’ on the other side of the border, the border of Restitución and the outer World, your other you, correct?” “He’ll be here soon, not to worry Felix, he wouldn’t miss for the World such a ‘cumbre’, a summit of the four, two that could be seen and heard and the two that could not, the latter ones being Batuta and ‘la mosca gringa’, for ‘el mesonero de Castilla’ knows when to bring the table setting for the fourth ‘comensal’. Remember that saying, Felix, of which I am certain you already know: “When in Castile, do as Castilians do”, amigo”. “Got you entirely, Mosca”, responded Felix.
THE friendship of these two goes back to the early 1980’s, when señor Mosca worked as a ‘cameriere’ at “L’Originale Alfredo di Roma Ristorante”, at the “Italy Pavilion at Epcot Center” in Orlando, Florida, U.S.A., to be precise. Felix Altamonte was visiting Orlando on his way back home, Seviya, Espanya, coming from Miami and accompanied by his wife Dolores after participating in what he called an International History Symposium. Lots of muddy waters under this Mondo Cane’s bridge has flowed through since then to keep pace with what is known to be the normal: The scuffle of the “haves and the have-nots”, something there’s no need to venture who is always the winner, History tell us so, although not all is told.
AFTER the disastrous results of the ‘susodicha’ “Conferencia Universal de Historia” in Miami [nothing new under the Sun, must be added], two years to be precise, appeared the publication of the book in a bilingual format, Castellano e Inglés, with the title: “Historia de los Have-Nots of the Last XX Centuries” by Ezequiel Calatrava. Curiously the book starts with the following words: “You're out of order! The whole cradle of Historians is out of order! The whole Conference on History is out of order! They're all out of order!” [nothing new under the Sun, must be added]: “The Haves, “Clergy, Royalty, Courtiers” [The Triumvirātus], lacked nothing, not a roof, not health care and having plenty to eat [nothing new under the Sun, must be added]. Después de XX Siglos the Have-Nots are called “The Working-Poor” [nothing new under the Sun, must be added].
“WELL, well, well, here he is, no other than professor Felix Altamonte after fifteen years! Looking good I must add…, well looking just what you are, ‘un profesor’ of history, again I must add”. “And how should a professor of history look like, if I might ask, ‘mi buen amigo Mosca’?” “Well, again, old fashioned round glasses mounted on metal rims, light red corduroy jacket, ‘pantalones negros’, comfortable soft ‘botas the cuero para seguir y seguir la huella que la historia dejó’, because it is too long, the road to true history, and to seal the portrait, a ponytail, looking altogether like a ‘Verdadero Capitán Navegando los Mares de la Historia’. At least that is how you described it to me years ago. My memory is as fresh as ever, to the point that the first thing I have noted on you is the missing ponytail, Felix”.
“BUT let us, Felix, get out ‘de la tienda de misceláneas de la memoria’ for now, and get to the main-course asap, not of the ‘cordero asado’, but rather the motive or reason that you have called our summit so to speak, for I’m curious and thrilled”. “Agreed, elementary my dear Mosca; ‘elemental, nada hay nuevo debajo del Sol’, same old things, just two simple items of the motive and reason, simplicity I must add First: To thank you señor Mosca, and second, to reaffirm that I will be able to continue to mention and quote what you have written, but this time without any restrictions as I elaborate what’s next to come in ‘la trama’ of CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD”. “Total open doors you have, Felix, but with one restriction, only one, my good friend, do never mention by name “la pagina internauta [WWW]” of some of the quotes you’ll be referring to, where my other ‘yo’, ‘la mosca gringa sobre la Biblia’, does publish all its writings, let the readers figure it out on their own”.
PASAJE #3
(12/31/ 2020) ON SOME OCCASIONS [and it is Felix Altamonte writing now since Batuta is on a definitive sabbatical] after we have been reading a novel that we particularly like the ‘trama/plot’ and it comes to an end, we’re saddened that it has ended, or even though it ended still we’re glad. We all react differently, or at least, one way or the other mentioned here. This morning when I got up rather late after a long night in company of señor Mosca, the day was sunny, quiet, pleasant, something like “It’s a Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood” or “It’s a Wonderful World”, though none of them are present now, Mr. Rogers and Mr. Armstrong, neither in the Neighborhood nor in this Wonderful World. One was a Presbyterian minister and the other a great Musician, trumpeter and singer.
TWO lives in opposite directions, one kept the secret that he was clergy, the other well known and recognized but kept no secret of how he made his living, very successful at that, but couldn’t stay a night in the same hotels, nor eat at the same restaurants, travel in the front seats of a bus, nor go to the same toilets when the need arose as the Presbyterian minister could. One of them was White, the other a Negro. That should be sufficient to bring home the sheer hypocrisy of the system, so no one should be alarmed when Washington Swamp’s Creature, also known as the great “Trumpeta”, brought on the front burner the two-word phrase “Cancel Culture”, for what he says always means the opposite, or as the Old Castilian adage says: Al revés te lo digo, para que me entiendas. In other words, there won’t be peace in the valley until “The White Man’s Republic” ‘cese de existir/ceases to exist’, first here and then beyond! One last wise pronouncement of the same, the wisest Washington Swamp Creature, also known as Big Baby Boy: “It is what it is” [Aug. 4, 2020]. Bravo, Bravissimo your Mightiness. Now ‘díselo cantando’ to the Nation. Here I go, but first: Good evening, my dear fellow Americans: ♪Que será, será♪♪ ♪Whatever will be, will be♪♪ ♪The future's not ours to see♪♪ ♪Que será, será♪♪ ♪What will be, will be♪♪♪/.
CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD will have an end one day that some, or many, will not like, but in it will be more true History than Fiction, true History in the making as well for all to know, mind you, Triumvirātus!
IT COMES TO MIND, my mind that is, what señor Mosca wrote a few years ago in “la pagina-internauta [WWW]”, which name I have no desire to call to mind, on the other side of the border, the border of Restitution that is, about the future of the town of Orlando if its number one job creator (not talking about Big Baby [disgrace] Boy in this case), but a bigger and greater Boy job creator, the Mouse and its Fantasy World burst as if it were a balloon after years of being inflated to a Maximum Pressure to satisfy stakeholders and the like. You see, amigos, folks and blokes, Mosca lived for one fifth of a century there in Orlando, Florida, Los Yunaites.
THE conclusion of señor Mosca “observation and pronto declaration” (*For thus hath the Lord said unto me, Go, set a watchman, let him declare what he seeth) on the Orlando matter, what could happen if the ‘imprevisto’ strikes, sort of like a needle that punctures the balloon called Fantasy, was that Orlando would become the greatest Ghost Town in the history of ‘Los Yunaites’ for starters. Even though it be told you, the ‘antemano’, ye the people would not have believed it, notwithstanding that, in a way Mosca pointed out such a wonderment from the Great Piper [a buen entendedor, pocas palabras bastan], with whole long sentences such as: (*Por lo cual la ley es debilitada, y el juicio no sale según la verdad; por cuanto el impío asedia al justo, por eso sale torcida la justicia). And here is more from where came the previous one: (*Behold ye among the heathen, and regard, and wonder marvelously: for I will work a work in your days, which ye will not believe, though it be told you). [Always Spanglish, mind you, Triumvirātus?]
BUILD IT AND THEY’LL COME: The Hunger for Fantasy in a Haunted Land. Once upon a time, a bunch of Puritans [the purest of the Christians] came across with their New Promised Land: AMERIKA DEL NORTE. The rest is a Horror Tale, a true one though in which they envision a White Christian Subcontinent: The White Man’s Republic.
THE following, a poem, is just a preview, a reminder, of the Horror Tale of what was to develop for the next IV centuries which continue today [Disclaimer: I take the liberty of copying in writing this powerful poem to bring truth to the homes of many, hoping its author does not get upset, for there is no gain, money or otherwise, in the publishing of CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD by this author: Yours, Felix Altamonte]: (Reading) Growing up, the iconography of the Confederacy was an ever-present fixture of my daily life. Every day on the way to school, I passed a statue of P.G.T. Beauregard riding on horseback, his Confederate uniform slung over his shoulder and his military cap pulled far down over his eyes. As a child, I did not know who P.G.T. Beauregard was. I did not know he was the man who ordered the first attack that opened the Civil War. I did not know he was one of the architects who designed the Confederate national flag. I did not know he led an army predicated on maintaining the institution of slavery. What I knew is that he looked like so many of the other statues that ornamented the edges of this city, these copper garlands of a past that saw truth as something that should be buried underground and silenced by the soil.
After the war, the sons and daughters of the Confederacy reshaped the contours of treason into something they could name as honorable. They called it the Lost Cause, and it crept its way into textbooks that attempted to cover up a crime that was still unfolding. They told us that Robert E. Lee was an honest man, guilty of nothing but fighting for the state and the people that he loved, that the Southern flag was about heritage and remembering those slain fighting to preserve their way of life. But, see; the thing about the Lost Cause is that it's only lost if you're not actually looking. The thing about heritage is that it's a word that also means I'm ignoring what we did to you.
I was taught the Civil War wasn't about slavery, but I was never taught how the declarations of Confederate secession had the promise of human bondage carved into its stone. I was taught that the war was about economics, but I was never taught that in 1860, the 4 million enslaved Black people were worth more than every bank, factory and railroad combined. I was taught that the Civil War was about states' rights, but I was never taught how the Fugitive Slave Act could care less about a border and spell Georgia and Massachusetts the exact same way. It's easy to look at a flag and call it heritage when you don't see the Black bodies buried behind it. It's easy to look at a statue and call it history when you ignore the laws written in its wake.
I come from a city abounding with statues of white men on pedestals and Black children playing beneath them, where we played trumpets and trombones to drown out the Dixie song that still whistled in the wind. In New Orleans, there are over a hundred schools, roads and buildings named for Confederates and slaveholders. Every day Black children walk into buildings named after people who never wanted them to be there.
Every time I return home, I drive on streets named for those who would have wanted me in chains. Go straight for two miles on Robert E. Lee. Take a left on Jefferson Davis. Make the first right on Claiborne. Translation - go straight for two miles on the general who slaughtered hundreds of Black soldiers who were trying to surrender. Take a left on the President of the Confederacy who made the torture of Black bodies the cornerstone of his new nation. Make the first right on the man who permitted the heads of rebelling slaves to be put on stakes and spread across the city in order to prevent the others from getting any ideas.
What name is there for this sort of violence? What do you call it when the road you walk on is named for those who imagined you under a noose? What do you call it when the roof over your head is named after people who would have wanted the bricks to crush you? Poem’s author: Clint Smith/.
PASSAGE #4
YES, indeed, ‘mis amigos, en efecto, dear wise and sober readers, build it and they’ll come, even if it’s built in the desert, even if it’s ‘un espejismo’, they’ll come. We’re back in Orlando, jumping from one place or theme to another, for I’m a white man that can jump, yes indeed: in the ‘mundo literario puedo brincar’. Breaking all rules established by who knows who, so I say to myself, the heck with ‘prosa oratio’, I couldn’t care not just one straw but even two straws, I’m not in it for ‘don dinero’. One thing is very true: I will never confuse ‘el tocino con la velocidad’!!!
ES un PÁJARO… ES un AVIÓN… IT’s a MOUSE!! 1971: “It Was a Very Good Year”; the sleepy town of Orlando came alive, it woke from the slumber in more than one way. And they came, thousands upon thousands came from the North to the South and from Sea to shining Sea many came to Bay Lake and Lake Buena Vista. Orlando was going places without moving geographically: Fantasy Land was born in a big way and with it money flowed like a tide, but not for all.
ANAHEIM was kind of left behind, though not completely, in the great need that the West meets the East. And so it went, the West, Anaheim, California, meeting the East, Orlando, Florida; a higher level of Fantasy. The Old and the New, the New more focused to Global audiences, a futuristic, if not utopian, concept of living on Earth, almost like the well known concept of a “New World Order” with a little tweak and twist: A “New Fantastic World Order”: Fantasy Land at it best! In 1982 “Experimental Prototype Community of Tomorrow (E.P.C.O.T.)” opened and the money flowed in the hundreds of millions, a hundred times over, but in that moment in time it flowed more like a world tsunami, but not for all.
BUT, lo and behold, another Entity was taking hold in a big way riding on the coattails of the Mouse in Orlando that wanted to do away or replace, as in “replacement”, the “old” concept of the “Pillars of the Earth” for the new concept of the “Megachurches”, what Christianity should be all about for the XX century and beyond. Away with the Old, welcome to the “New Fantastic Spiritual World” of healing and prosperity [the spoils of spiritual warfare] and ‘señales y milagros’ in the conquering of the world for ‘jesus’ with the new and most fierce display of ‘the great commission’ since the crusades of the Presidents’ Pastor around the World in the first three quarters also of the XX century. What is known as Central Florida became the Mecca of “Megachurches” and it seemed that a marriage of convenience has occurred between the “Temporal Fantasy and the Eternal Fantasy” as they flocked in the millions bringing a great harvest to both the “Mouse” and the “Rattus Spīrituālis”.
THE “Rattus Spīrituālis” flowed like rivers of stagnant water slowly but surely with “Volturnus” by the dozens of thousands through and through, laying eggs along their path rolling ‘like holy rollers’. Volturno [vulture, vulturis: buitre, vulture] flowed freely all through Central Florida, and many of them made their home in Fantasy Town where the Hartherns headed ‘los rios de agua turbia’ to come with a great temple that looked more like a mammoth in honor of ‘mammon’ that could be seen from far away and hit your face if you are driving through downtown on Interstate 4 (1-4), Calvary Assembly. Soon the Hinns, riding on the coattails of the Hartherns, made their presence known in Fantasy Land, and one of them married one Miss Harthern, thus the building of the very next Megachurch commenced: (OCC) Orlando Christian Center.
BUT, lo and behold, the “Hartherns and the Hinns and the Whites” were the tip of iceberg [Rattus Spīrituālis], others flocked to make a name (*… and let us make us a name) for themselves from everywhere in the expansive Amerika’s land, included, or more notably from ‘La Isla del Encanto’, one of them declaring himself to be the ‘Spanish Hinn’, known of late as ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelarium’ of the ‘Candelarios Familia’, solely responsible for “the dozens-of-millions economic fiasco” of CFC and CIF in Orlando of all the places. A ‘coincidencia’? No way José, more like an ‘incidence’ in the gathering of: (*… and is become the habitation of devils, and the hold of every foul spirit, and the cage of every unclean and hateful bird).
SOME of these “Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis” made it big in the eyes of their sheep and others of these “Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis” not so big. One of the most recent national successes has been from Orlando’s perimeter area of Apopka, of the Whites’ Spiritual Familia who became for the last four years the “Spīrituālis Pastoreta” even until today of the greatest ‘presidente’ in Amerika’s history, Big Baby “Bad Hombre” Boy, alias ‘Buenos Genes’. It’s a rotten Spiritual World out there, if you ask me amigos, folks, and blokes, but I rather you don’t ask me, that is, ask yourselves!!!
AT ANY RATE, “Candelabrium” [always upgrading ‘nombres inicuos’ in situ] almost made it to national recognition as a president’s pastor, but he was cut short, not knowing the reason, yet, for this luminary to fall like ‘una estrella fugaz”, for he was never able to drag his “fake gospel” as far as Miss White when she went to Washington dragging her “fake gospel’ all the way to ‘La Casa Pálida’. [Always Spanglish, mind you, Triumvirātus?]
PASAJE #5
(1/1/2021) [A soft landing interruption on the World’s #1 Fantasy Town of Orlando, Florida, Los Yunaites] And the New Year 2021 will hit us in the face with such force and fury as if the frozen 2020 Iceberg breaks in humongous pieces flying all over, it might be so bad that many would have rather stayed in the frozen 2020, at least for a long moment in time. Nonetheless we will make a musical entrance with a plea to the New Year for ye the people’s sake: ♪♪♪PLEASE ‘SUÉLTANOS’ BIG BABY BOY♪♪♪ ♪Please ‘suéltanos’, (Let Us Go)♪♪ ♪Because ‘no te amamos’ anymore♪♪ ♪Do not be a bad hombre, Big Baby Boy♪♪ ♪To waste ‘nuestras vidas’ would be a sin♪♪ ♪Oh Big Baby Boy, for all our children’s sake♪♪ ♪They all have good genes as well♪♪ ♪Let us all go once and for all, Big Baby Boy♪♪ ♪Please ‘suéltanos’, for the nation doesn't love you anymore, Big Baby Boy (Let Us Go)♪♪♪/.
JUMPING back to Orlando and hoping for a soft landing nonetheless, for I’d rather be in Seville, ‘en la tierra que me vio nacer, Andaluziya, y que otrora era conocida como Al-Andalus’; but here I am at the ‘umbral’ of 2020-2021 working on the loneliest job there is, writing a book, thus making the job of a writer, of a true historian that is, doubly solitary and close to a definition without exaggeration like “Quinientos Años de Soledad”, “Five Hundred Years of Solitude”, a magnum opus [chef-d’œuvre] to say the least and being a little ‘quijotesco’ at the same time, oh wise and sober readers, all of you amigos, folks and blokes, and thank you for your ‘quixotic’ enthusiasm, for the ‘sanchopancescos’ will be ‘muy agradecidos’ and in particular the ‘Miguitas y el Carbonero’ [ye all the people]!
PIETY & POWER: 2004 was the last chance for ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelabrium’ to make it into the Big Spiritual League when he appeared at Via Internazionale [International Drive], Orange County Convention Center in Orlando, Florida, Los Yunaites, where George War Butcher was scheduled to open a political rally for reelection to a second term to stay in ‘La Casa Pálida’ for another four long years. Before ‘Imperātus G.W.B.’ started to fire up the big crowd of Latino Pawns like in a game of Chess, the Spiritual Gavel, so to speak, was given to Bishop-Padre-Rector ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelabrium’ to give the benediction from the “Spiritual Bully Pulpit” that was installed on the main platform of Orange County Convention Center in Orlando, Florida, Los Yunaites. But at the end of the day, so to speak, the Chess Bishop was sent back to his Cave known back then as CFC and that was located at 4365 Kennedy Ave., Orlando, Florida 32812, Los Yunaites.
THE true tale of the ‘Candelabrium Saga’ of that moment in time, Saga of which it hasn’t ended just yet, deserves a Christian Cantata of ‘renombre’, something like: ♪♪♪AMAZING DISGRACE♪♪♪ ♪Amazing Disgrace♪♪ ♪How Bitter the Sound♪♪ ♪That Enslaved a Wretch Like Us♪♪♪ ♪We Once Were Lost♪♪ ♪And Now We Aren’t Found♪♪♪ ♪Were Blind♪♪ ♪But Now We’re Deaf♪♪♪/.
THOSE moments in time were “Days of Wine and Roses”. The Mouse’s Fantasy World broke previous records of attendance from around the world, and so the Prosperity Fantasy gospel of the ‘New Pillars of the Earth Centers’ did as well. Money was flowing in the hundreds of millions to the Mouse and to the ‘Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis’, to the latter money flowed like an ‘early and latter rain’ all at once, ‘como ríos the agua turbia’ as well, but not for all in Orlando.
SERIOUS pockets of poverty, entire neighborhoods [Mr. Rogers was missing in action it seemed], that were there before the arrival of the Mouse and the arrival of the numerous ‘Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis’, they were growing with more poverty, if that were possible, while the talking heads in ‘Big Media/Half’ and the numerous ‘Think Tanks’ full of holes where the hot air flows freely above the fruited plains and from sea to shining sea came out with a new name-denomination [no pun intended, Christianity] for these neighborhoods not just in Orlando but all around Amerika del Norte: Underserved Communities! Stop that, royalty, clergy and courtiers, they were and still are ‘Repressed Communities’, not Underserved Communities! Where is the ‘bizness’ of “Justice for All” ‘retahíla’ that ‘brilla por su ausencia’ then and now? There is no other way of putting it, but: You’re out of order! You’re all out of order! The whole nation is out of order!
STILL questioning where “BLM [Black Lives Matter]” & “BVM [Black Voters Matter]” come from? Behold, we were warned beforehand: (*Por lo cual la ley es debilitada, y el juicio no sale según la verdad; por cuanto el impío asedia al justo, por eso sale torcida la justicia. Mirad entre las naciones, y ved, y asombraos; porque haré una obra en vuestros días, que aun cuando se os contare, no la creeréis. / Therefore the law is slacked, and judgment doth never go forth: for the wicked doth compass about the righteous; therefore wrong judgment proceedeth. Behold ye among the heathen, and regard, and wonder marvelously: for I will work a work in your days, which ye will not believe, though it be told you.)
BEHOLD, it cannot necessarily be said that ‘the big one’ is not nigh around the corner, however, Amerika del Norte can clearly say now that Mr. George Floyd won a battle after his death like ‘El Cid’ of old, now the Black American Citizens can breathe easier, although not fully yet: ¡A buen entendedor, pocas palabras basta!
SOME on the “Media/Half” and the thinkers in the “Think Tanks” are crying out that Democracy is tumbling down. What a joke when there never was Democracy present in this Republic, “The White Man’s Republic”, and if anything is crumbling down now brick by brick it is the latter one, for the inspiration of the Founding Fathers [the original framers of the big lie] is dying slowly but surely in our days, for those that wait peacefully even painfully and patiently will be rewarded with the true blessing from God’s Heavens, and none have been more peacefully patient than the Black American Citizens, back then and now: Confederate Gen. Henry L. Benning: “… a separation from the North was the only thing that could prevent the abolition of her slavery.” “If things are allowed to go on as they are, it is certain that slavery is to be abolished… By the time the North shall have attained the power, the black race will be in a large majority, and then we will have black governors, black legislatures, black juries, black everything. Is it to be supposed that the white race will stand for that?” Benning went as far as to say that if the South lost the war, white people would be "completely exterminated" and the land would revert to "wilderness" and "become another Africa." He would prefer, he said, suffer "pestilence and famine" than see Frederick Douglass, a Black man and former slave, elected president.”
GOD’s WORDS CLEARLY WRITTEN: (*Come il passero vaga, e la rondinella vola, Così la maledizione data senza cagione non avverrà. / Como el gorrión en su vagar, y como la golondrina and su vuelo, Así la maldición nunca vendrá sin causa. / Comme le moineau qui va çà et là, et l'hirondelle qui vole, ainsi la malediction sans cause n'arrivera point. / Wie ein Sperling davon flattert, wie eine Schwalbe wegfliegt, so ist unverdienter Flucher trifft nicht ein. / As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come.)
CANCEL CULTURE & THE WHITE MAN’s BURDEN: ♪♪♪WESTERN BRIDGE♪♪♪ ♪Western Bridge is falling down♪♪ ♪Falling down, falling down♪♪ ♪Western Bridge is falling down♪♪ ♪My fair lady♪♪♪/. And the “Global Universal Church of Vandals” says: Darn!!!
[First published May 18, 2019] EL RELATO DE UNA MUERTE ANUNCIADA/THE TALE OF A DEATH FORETOLD: The Death of Capitalism in Progress? The Agonizing British/American Capitalism System in Its Deathbed! The Sequel: The Tale of a Death Foretold II: The Agonizing British/American Capitalism System in Its Deathbed Is Being Administered the Last Rites!
AND AGAIN: What is there to do? NADA! Let’s finish with four quotes: The first and the fourth, of the most sublime importance, is from Jesus, not Christianity’s jesus, but the Jesus of the Bible that is: For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither anything hid, that shall not be known and come abroad/Porque nada hay oculto, que no haya de ser manifestado; ni escondido, que no haya de ser conocido, y de salir a la luz. Luke/Lucas 8:17 / “You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” ― Franz Kafka / Things are not what they seem, however having said that, things might appear to be as one wants them to be, which is fine as long as no one is hurt in the process. The World takes care of that, hurting many, or maybe I should say: Those that have taken the responsibility on their shoulders and on their own initiative, for nobody forced them, not even God, to direct the things of this World. ― Felix Altamonte / Be still, and know that I am God/Estad quietos, y conoced que yo soy Dios. Psalm/Salmos 46:10/. (Always Spanglish, mind you Triumvirātus?)
BACK to breaking onto the Orlando ‘escenario/scene’, but first this: ♪♪♪I’LL KEEP ON RINGING YOUR BELL♪♪♪ ♪The night is dark♪♪ ♪And full of possibilities♪♪ ♪De noche, todos los gatos son pardos♪♪ ♪Beware of Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis, little lambs♪♪ ♪They’ll devour you ‘en un abrir y cerrar de ojos’♪♪ ♪Just like a lion roaring would do♪♪ ♪Let’s ring their bell, ring their bell♪♪ ♪Till they let you all go♪♪ ♪And if they don’t open the door♪♪ ♪Let’s keep on ringing their bell, until they close shop♪♪ ♪Let’s ring their bell, ring their bell♪♪ ♪Let’s ring their bell, ring their bell♪♪ (Ring their bell, ring-a-ring-a-ring) ♪Let’s ring their bell, ring their bell♪♪ (Ring their bell, ding-dong-ding)♪♪♪/.
AND NOW: THE FAVORITE CANTATA OF ORLANDO’S SPIRITUAL THERMOMETER ‘ESQUILIBRATO CANDELABRIUM’ IN SI BEMOLLE/IN B FLAT♪ ♪♪♪TRES OVEJAS/THREE SHEEP♪♪♪ ♪Tengo, tengo, tengo♪♪ ♪Tú no tienes nada♪♪ ♪Tengo tres ovejas♪♪ ♪En una cabaña♪♪♪ ♪Una me da leche♪♪ ♪Otra me da lana♪♪ ♪Y otra me mantiene♪♪ ♪Toda la semana♪♪♪ ♪Caballito blanco♪♪ ♪Llévame de aquí♪♪ ♪Llévame hasta el pueblo♪♪ ♪Donde yo nací♪♪♪/. Y en Bayamón la gente de su pueblo says: Darn, not over here, please!!! (Always Spanglish, mind you Candelabrium)
THE SAGA OF THE CANDELARIOS CONTINUES FOR A LITTLE WHILE LONGER: [Sorry, but…, not sorry; It could not be helped! For the lame sheep’s sake, the true Gospel must shine the true light for the blind and the deaf, the blind and deaf sheep that is, for it might be helpful when the time comes to guide them out of the ‘Iglesia del Saqueo’, though they all are, ‘Saqueo Churches’ that is]: (*And I heard another voice from heaven, saying, Come out of her, my people, that ye be not partakers of her sins, and that ye receive not of her plagues. For her sins have reached unto heaven, and God hath remembered her iniquities.)
CANDELARIO didn’t give up his dream of becoming one day the President’s pastor and invited in 2012 one Gingrich [a traitor to the Evangelical faith by transferring his faith to “La Fulana Vaticana”] to have a Spanish town hall in his run for ‘presidente de Amerika del Norte’ at CFC. It was a total ‘fracaso’ with practically only the ushers showing up ready to pass the collection plate at the end of the ‘tuto aureum inanis foraminis’ [empty town hall]; remarkably, ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelabrium brilló por su ausencia’ in such an important ‘civilis- spīrituālis-phantasia’ event, claiming the very next day: Yo me lavo las manos, me know nada of the empty town hall [tuto aureum inanis foraminis] in the ‘tierra fértil’ of CFC!!! (Always Spanglish, mind you Triumvirātus?)
JANUARY 28, 2012: Gingrich is holding a Hispanic town hall at 2:00 p.m. at Centro de la Familia Cristiana in Orlando. At the event, Gingrich will take part in a discussion with Hispanic leaders and the community/. In less than a year approximately CFC went belly up and declared bankruptcy and tens of millions evaporated in thin air reaching the first heaven where (*… the prince of the power of the air) inhabits. (Always Spanglish, mind you Candelabrium)
PIETY & POWER II: The Sequel: Behold, Amerika del Norte is the Original Land of Second Chances [have you heard that, Big Baby ‘Trumpeta’ Boy?] and less than that would have been utterly unfair for ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelabrium’. Yea dude, because if one general Flynn and the likes got it, and others like one consegliere Giuliani [trial by combat!], and since we are at it, the one congresswoman Miller [“Hitler was right on one thing. He said, ‘Whoever has the youth has the future.’ Our children are being propagandised”] or one Trump [“fight like hell”], why not extend second chances in the “Spiritual Realm” [regardless of how ‘grandes las mentiras’ had come out and still are coming out of his mouth] to ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelabrium’, ‘padre-rector de la Iglesia del Saqueo’ in Orlando, Florida, Los Yunaites? By the way, has anybody out there in the “Spiritual Realm” ever heard of the seminary called: Instituto Bíblico Jesucristo Es el Señor? Answer: Not even ‘El Coquí in La Isla Encantada’ [Puerto Rico] ever heard of it! (Always Spanglish, mind you Candelabrium)
BUT BEHOLD, oh ‘canutos spīrituālis’, this ‘squilibrato spīrituālis’ [spiritually unhinged & deranged] man, didn’t wait for the “Second Chances Amendment” to breath [something like the “25th Amendment” but spiritually speaking, of course]. Candelario, ‘ni corto, ni perezoso’, and knowing the Corporate Laws like the palm of his hand, probably as much as Charles, his personal secretary of treasury, had a dream where he might have read written on the wall: CFC vs. CIF.
HE, ‘Squilibrato “Desperado” Candelabrium’, quickly as if he were “Speedy Gonzales”, a bad disguise if you ask me, but I rather you don’t, that is, ask yourselves after you see it for yourselves. Yea, ‘Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis’, ‘desperado Candelario’ is bald, contrary with the ‘legendario’ Speedy…, but disguised more like a monk dressed in orange robes [no pun intended towards any Bhikkhu neither bhikkhunī ], went to the Orlando’s Official Office of Corporate Business Registry and registered CIF, but behold, not forgetting under which Corporate License: A Faith-Based 501(c)(3) Tax-Exempt Organization [Just like his previous one, CFC, comparable or just like OCC and other hundreds of thousands all above the fruited plain & from sea to shining sea]. When it comes to ‘bishop-padre-rector Desperado Candelario’, it must be said the following: ¡No Contaban con su Astucia! Sorry, but…, not sorry; I couldn’t help it! And ♪♪♪I’m gonna say it again♪♪♪: ¡Ándale! ¡Ándale! ¡Arriba! ¡Arriba! ¡Epa! ¡Epa! ¡Epa! ¡No Contaban con mi Astucia! Yeehaw! I Yabba-Dabba Do! Yippee-Ki-Yay!!! ¡Vive la Liberté, égalité, fraternité, honnêteté, le minimum vital, un salario di sussistenza, existenzminimum, the living wage, Прожиточный минимум, أجر المعيشة, 生活工资, שכר מחיה, el salario vital, and the complete Healthcare for All, y viva the ‘peaceful exercising power’ of ye the people!/. (Always Spanglish, mind you Triumvirātus?) ¡¡¡TOMA YA: Entre broma y broma la verdad se asoma: Asi que: No hay escapatoria, ‘Rattus Spīrituālis Principalis’!!!
PASSAGE #6
(1/10/2021) ALERTA/ALERT: Están Sonando las Campanas/The Bells are Ringing: For Whom the Bell Tolls? PIETY & POWER II: The Sequel, all the way from Orlando, Florida, Los Yunaites, will continue very soon. A moment in time for a serious reflection, but first this: Remembering my mother saying to me even ‘desde mi niñez’ over and over again even ‘cuando era un adulto’, Hijo/Son: ¡Más Vale los Muchos Pocos, que los Pocos Muchos! [And She Was Right!]
♪♪♪EL OFICIO DE ESCRITOR NO ES DE AQUÍ NI ES DE ALLÁ♪♪♪ ♪La historia es canalla♪♪ ♪Y la tarea de escritor no es maravillosa♪♪ ♪Caray que hay que contar al mundo la canallada♪♪ ♪El oficio de escritor es fastidiosa desventura♪♪ ♪Caramba que hay que contar a algunos que su abuelo fue un canalla♪♪ ♪El historiador no es de aquí, ni es de allá♪♪ ♪No importa su color, nunca encuentrará la señora Felicidad♪♪ ♪El oficio de escritor es ir de aquí pa allá♪♪ ♪Pico y pala a hombro, de camino va a cavar, hallando canalladas en su camino al andar♪♪ ♪No es de aquí, ni es de allá, and todo lugar tiene que cavar♪♪ ♪En su vejez no halla nación donde descansar♪♪ ♪No country for old writers♪♪♪ ♪Encontró que la Verdad no es de aquí, ni es tampoco de allá♪♪ ♪La Verdad no es de este mundo♪♪ ♪The Truth is not of this world♪♪ ♪El oficio de escritor de historia no es cosa maravillosa♪♪ ♪La tarea de escritor es no ser de aquí, ni ser de allá♪♪ ♪Solo le queda al andar el Camino que sigue a la Vida y a su Verdad…♪♪♪/. [Thank you/Gracias Señor Facundo Cabral]
THE 6th OF THIS MONTH, January 2021, brought lively to the front burner of my memory the day of February 23, 1981. I was in Seville back then minding my own business, the business of teaching history, true history that is, to the good young “Skulls Full of Mush” pupils. Don’t know if it sunk in or floated wisely in the vast sea of their young minds. The violent wicked far-right wing extremists at the same time were denting history again by invading the “Palacio de las Cortes” in Madrid. Amazingly, just 39 years after, on the other Side of the Pond, Occurred the Very Same Thing around this most awful moment in time: The 6th of January 2021 invasion of “Capitol Hill” in Washington D.C.
HISTORY is not there to teach it seems, to teach “ye the people” that is, because at the end of the day the ones that pay dearly are always “ye the people”: Amazing Disgrace! Every single book written I daresay possesses a piece, no matter how minuscule, that belongs to the writer of the book, whether of life’s experiences, of his or her character, of beliefs, and yes spiritual beliefs included, faith in God, or a god, or the lack thereof. It has been my long experience, I’m an old man, that all mentioned above are capable of good deeds as well as capable of wicked deeds. I do subscribe to the analogy of my good friend señor Mosca: “Most of us are not good, the rest are wicked”.
I, Felix Altamonte, author of CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD, believe in the God of the Bible, and I’m not going to hide it, as I'm not going to hide either my firm belief that the god of Christianity has nothing to do with the God of the Bible, as every main character of the book does believe the very same in reference concerning God, including señor Mosca. Every book’s author has a reason, regardless of who she or he is, or more than one reason, of why he or she is writing a specific book; whichever reason does not matter. I do have reasons too, but mainly one reason that overwhelms the rest.
HAVING written all that, I have no other choice than to refer the wise and sober reader to visit some of the things that señor Mosca announced (“observe and pronto declare”) in writing during the last six years next door, so to speak, on the Webpage that he directs and writes, in the section NEWS/NOTICIAS, on which he made emphasis in the last year of disgrace 2020 when time froze in a bottle, so to speak. Some would “understand” and some would not “understand” why I embarked on writing CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD: I was inspired by Mosca’s frankness and accurate way of seeing and describing History, the hidden part, the partnership of the “World and Christianity”, partnership that goes beyond “understanding” for most of ye the people of the World, and that at the end of the day, so to speak, that is really ‘uña y carne/hand in glove’, Christianity and the World that is (*Many shall be purified, and made white, and tried; but the wicked shall do wickedly: and none of the wicked shall understand; but the wise shall understand).
ONE notable pronouncement (“observe and pronto declare”) of señor Mosca for the last two years has been on “The House of Horrors at Capitol Hill” [The Last Segment of the year 2020, August 1 to November 3, 2020, was left intact and permanent for the time being as it was written in the NEWS section next door so to speak], and guess what, as we all know by now, it came to fruition: The January 6th 2021 savage attack and bloody invasion of “Capitol Hill” by an angry insurrectionist terrorist mob of religious zealots, white supremacists mostly from the White Evangelical branch. America now has to heartily agree with one clergy Jeffress: America is a Christian Nation!!!
ALL THIS ABOVE comes directly on the heel of a true tale way back [not Achilles’ heel, canutos!], not that long ago, just five years, indeed another year of disgrace MMXVI, with the following terrifying pronouncement: “I’m a Christian, a Conservative, and a Republican, in that Order”! [And it seemed that an echo of a voice was heard from underground saying: And “I'm Trump, not a Conservative, and not a Republican, in that Order”!!! “It's Just Trump, Folks, Just Trump”] And “The Rest of the Story” we all are witnessing ‘a todo color’ everywhere Globally right now, History in the Making, of the ugly kind, do you mind me saying it, Triumvirātus? What could be the end of this History Chapter on the march, and never better said? No one knows, except the God of the Bible, so it won’t help any to speculate or otherwise, but what about following the wise message of that old cantata that goes like this: ♪Que será, será♪♪ ♪Whatever will be, will be♪♪ ♪The future's not ours to see♪♪ ♪Que será, será♪♪ ♪What will be, will be♪♪♪/.
I WAS ADVISED TO PLACE PUBLICLY THE FOLLOWING DISCLAIMERS: NO ADVICE HERE, NOR A SOUND OPINION, FOR WE HAVE ZERO OPINION IN THE MATTER, AND FOR THAT MATTER ON ANY MATTER CONCERNING THIS WORLD. We have said countless times that we are not for any side of the “coin”, we just “observe and declare what we see”, Refer to: Isaiah/Isaías 21:6, we post it and you decide.
THE ART OF CONNECTING-THE-DOTS: Be advised: This Art, Connecting-the-Dots, has ‘nada’ to do with The Art of the Deal. Also be advised: Please, Don’t Try This at Home Alone, but rather with the company of the Word of God, the Bible, beseeching the Mercy and the Wisdom of God the Father (Refer to: Zephaniah/Sofonías 2:3 & John/Juan 6:45)!
THE ART OF TAKE-NO-PRISONERS, but rather hand them to God’s Justice, the God of the Bible that is. Be advised: This Art, Take-no-Prisoners, has ‘nada’ to do with The Art of the Deal. Also be advised: Please, Don’t Try This at Home Alone, but rather with the company of the Word of God, the Bible, beseeching the Mercy and the Wisdom of God the Father (Refer to: Jude/Judas 21-25)!
WHAT COULD THE “PLEITO/CONTROVERSY OF ZION” REALLY MEAN? COULD IT BE: CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD? (*PERO YO TE DECLARARÉ LO QUE ESTÁ ESCRITO EN EL LIBRO DE LA VERDAD): (*And the unicorns shall come down with them, and the bullocks with the bulls; and their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust made fat with fatness. For it is the day of the LORD’s vengeance, and the year of recompense for the controversy of Zi’on. …Then the eyes of the blind shall be opened, and the ears of the deaf shall be unstopped. Then shall the lame man leap as an hart, and the tongue of the dumb sing: for in the wilderness shall waters break out, and streams in the desert).
AT ANY RATE, things that should have happened after what happened January 6th MMXXI haven’t happened. It should have been seen very clearly by everyone, even from the beginning of Big Baby “Bad Hombre” Boy springing into the race for the taking of the ‘Casa Pálida’, that he would take down everything and everybody if some opposed him from becoming the 45th. All through his still incomprehensible Administration, Pence/Trump Administration that is, he kept on threatening the Nation with taking down everything and everybody with him if at the end of the day so to speak [read at the end of the four years, for the ‘canutos’ out there] he went down as a ‘shooting star does’, for it would break the Fifth Avenue spell [more of a ‘maldición’] that went as it’s written: “I could stand in the middle of Fifth Avenue and shoot somebody, and I wouldn't lose any voters, OK?” The terrifying thing is that it seems that he hasn’t finished just yet: Big Baby “Bad Hombre” Boy still has five more days to go as the most powerful man in the World, indeed, and what an irony, the Leader of the Free World!!!
SOME MIGHT STILL BE ASKING AROUND, who is this man, señor Donald Juan Trump? Answer: The new Houdini, indeed, the Houdini of the 21th Century. The Proof Is in the Houdini-Pudding! The 25th Amendment & Articles of Impeachment: The ones that should have been brought to the front burner of the disgraceful, as in amazing disgrace, American Political Arena, should have been the GOP [SPQR] first, followed by the rest, whatever that means: MAGA, KAGA, AMERIKA FIRST: THE REPUCRAT PARTY!
OF COURSE, with a first step first, just like a toddler when it comes to learn how to walk: One step at a time, amigos, folks and blokes. Indeed, by doing away with “The White Man’s Republic” and stepping up, little by little by that “first step” to a true “Democracy of the People [all of the People], by the People [by all of the People], for the People [for all of the People]”. That very first step should have been taken by Mr. V.P. Pence invoking the 25th Amendment, procuring first, first step, a majority of the president’s cabinet on his side [ye the people's side], for which in this specific case would have been easy, for a great number of the cabinet was gone either by resignation or: You’re Fired!
A REMINDER: “Things are not what they seem, however having said that, things might appear to be as one wants them to be, which is fine as long as no one is hurt in the process. The World takes care of that, hurting many, or maybe I should say: Those that have taken the responsibility on their shoulders and on their own initiative, for nobody forced them, not even God, to direct the things of this World.” El Batuta the narrator/.
AND AGAIN: What is there to do? NADA! Let’s finish with four quotes: The first and the fourth, of the most sublime importance, is from Jesus, not Christianity’s jesus, but the Jesus of the Bible that is: For nothing is secret, that shall not be made manifest; neither anything hid, that shall not be known and come abroad/Porque nada hay oculto, que no haya de ser manifestado; ni escondido, que no haya de ser conocido, y de salir a la luz. Luke/Lucas 8:17 / “You do not need to leave your room. Remain sitting at your table and listen. Do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. The world will freely offer itself to you to be unmasked, it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet.” ― Franz Kafka / Things are not what they seem, however having said that, things might appear to be as one wants them to be, which is fine as long as no one is hurt in the process. The World takes care of that, hurting many, or maybe I should say: Those that have taken the responsibility on their shoulders and on their own initiative, for nobody forced them, not even God, to direct the things of this World. ― Felix Altamonte / Be still, and know that I am God/Estad quietos, y conoced que yo soy Dios. Psalm/Salmos 46:10/. (Always Spanglish, mind you Triumvirātus?)
AGAIN, at any rate, it seems that V.P. fake coin Pence has burned the bridges, or more accurate may be to say like Hernán Cortés burning the ships owned by queen Isabella I of Castile, ‘Isabel la Católica’, for Pence let the last chance blindly pass by to be redeemed and cleansed so that his political future could be saved, rejecting bluntly the 4th section under the 25th Amendment of the already discredited Constitution. If he is ‘afortunado’, he might be able to be elected in the future to the national Dog-Catcher office, though it is a doubtful prospect because that national office, Dog-Catcher that is, is already permanently occupied, something like for life [no pun intended towards the members of the ‘Corte Suprema’] by one Dr. Carson [Salim Japas might have been correct after all these years].
EVEN if Big Baby “Bad Hombre” Boy is successful [let us all remember that he still is the most “Powerful Man on Earth” for the next four days] in a final push of the bloody takeover of the ‘dysfunctional gubernus’ [Bloody Coup D’état for those living in Canutos’ Trumpy-Land], V.P. fake coin Pence does not have a prayer, for the one “Thousand Year Future Regime” already has a new V.P., one named Cruz!
AND since we are at it, the “Wilmington Coup D’état” of 1898 should be brought to the front burner, a Coup D’état ‘perpetrado’ by the ‘Camisas Rojas/Red Shirts’, in North Carolina of all places. But behold, at last the ‘escurridizo’ Judas Iscariot of the 21th Century has been located residing in North Carolina of all places with the Purse containing ‘30 pieces of silver’, one Christian evangelical Graham. ‘Escurridizo’ indeed, for he travels in a Private Jet as a mogul does, with a Big Purse, though this Graham travels with Judas Iscariot’s purse disguised as the Samaritan’s Purse. No wonder [do not marvel] the Evangelical fake gospel shines around the Nation as the angel of light shines too (*For such are false apostles, deceitful workers, transforming themselves into apostles of Christ. And no marvel; for Sa’tan himself is transformed into an angel of light. Therefore it is no great thing if his ministers also be transformed as the ministers of righteousness; whose end shall be according to their works).
AS THE SAYING GOES, and more times than none is a true saying: What Goes Around Comes Around, Washington DC has become the second “Green Zone” in the World, and no one can tell for how long it’ll be that way. Where did we read the following lately: (*For it is the day of the LORD’s vengeance, and the year of recompense for the controversy of Zi’on). Let it be clearly white, like the wind driven snow flake coming down from heaven above: The Evangelicals and their cohorts really love Israel and they recently made Jerusalem the capital, but beware, not much love is left, if any, for the Israelites back then nor now. [The very last part on Israel is a quote from señor Mosca and can be found next door in the NEWS/ARCHIVES section]
AND “The Rest of the Story” in this chapter of American History, the bloody assault on the House of Horrors of January 6th 2021 in America’s Capital might end up by the domestic terrorists turning against each other, or even worse, the repetition of 1861-1865 when white Americans killed one another reaching to half a million deaths. Something frighteningly similar was recorded two millennia ago (*… en el libro de la verdad), indeed, the most frightening end: (*And there went out another horse that was red: and power was given to him that sat thereon to take peace from the earth, and that they should kill one another: and there was given to him a great sword).
CLARION CALL: NEWSREEL IN WORDS [NEWS/ARCHIVES XXIII]: Señor Mosca told us all [warned us, mind you Triumvirātus?] many moons ago: One More Fourth of July: (7/4/2020) SATURDAY: FEARMONGERING OR SCAREMONGERING? It is bigger than that. It is all about preserving the White Lie. It is about the continuation of the 250-Year-Old Regime having a most nefarious consequence not just at home but globally for too long. It is a 250-Year-Old White Supremacist Regime backed and blessed all the way by the American Church riding happily together with the Sole Political Party, the Repucrat Party, in the so called “American ‘Enchilada’ Experiment”, that at the end of day, a long day if I may add, 250-Year Long Day. The Nation and thus the World should be thankful for Mr. Trump, for the God of the Bible selected him (Refer to: Daniel 4:17) and ye the people of America elected him, the God of the Bible foreknowing that Mr. Trump will be the perfect man for the “Work” (Refer to: Habakkuk/Habacuc 1:5) to dismantle the White Lie for all to see around the World. Thus ye the people of the World could see a Shamed America Naked, for if Mrs. Clinton would have won the presidential election of 2016, the covering of the White Lie would have continued until this very day at least.
MORE OF NEWSREEL IN WORDS [NEWS/ARCHIVES XXIII]: AND AGAIN: FROM THE ONLY HONEST PRESIDENT IN THE HISTORY OF AMERICA, BIG BABY BOY!!! “Trump Says System Is ‘Rigged’.” “Donald Trump says the whole economy is ‘rigged’.” “Trump: We have a rigged system” “Everyone is lying’: Trump questions public health experts on Twitter” April 12, June 22, 2016; December 9, 2017; July 13, 2020. How am I doing so far, señor Presidente, Don Donald Juan Trump?
PASAJE #7
(1/20/2020) AND THEN THERE WERE MANY! And at the End of the Tunnel Is… One Waiting: Trump’s Shadow!!! “This Is Not Who We Are” Or Is It? Can someone express earnest, wholehearted, deadly seriousness and tell the politicians, the clergy and the pundits to stop that? It Is Who We Are! Today could be the last dance with ‘doña Hipocresía’, not doing so could be the last chance for America to survive. Today should be the final beginning: Less than that, the last dance with ‘doña Hipocresía’, would mean that the last chance will be ‘gone with the wind’ forever more, for America is in urgent need of a “Radical Change” and less than that will leave us in the mud of quicksand where the Nation would be swallowed, descending to the utter profundities of ‘la ignomia’ from whence there is no return.
IS IT TOO HARD TO SWALLOW THESE WORDS? But “Let’s Hear It for the Word”: (*Many therefore of his disciples, when they had heard this, said, This is an hard saying; who can hear it? When Je’sus knew in himself that his disciples murmured at it, he said unto them, Doth this offend you?/Al oírlas, muchos de sus discípulos dijeron: Dura es esta palabra; ¿quién la puede oír? Sabiendo Jesús en sí mismo que sus discípulos murmuraban de esto, les dijo: ¿Esto os ofende?)
I’m taking a long sabbatical rest, dear sober and wise readers of CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD, for this enterprise takes a toll from which it becomes essential to get away for awhile. I already mentioned, if I recall well: La tarea de escritor no es maravillosa. La historia es canalla. Caray que hay que contar al mundo la canallada. El oficio de escritor es fastidiosa desventura. Caramba que hay que contar a algunos que su abuelo fue un canalla. El historiador no es de aquí, ni es de allá. I leave you in the capable hands of Batuta for the continuation of CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD. I don’t know where he will take us and… who knows where I’ll pick up the frozen pieces, if they haven’t thawed, melted away…/.
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(FIRST POSTED: SUNDAY/DECEMBER 25/2016) AND YE SHALL KNOW THE TRUTH, AND THE TRUTH SHALL MAKE YOU FREE/Y CONOCERÉIS LA VERDAD, Y LA VERDAD OS HARÁ LIBRES John/Juan 8:32
EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! THE BEAST OF REVELATION/APOCALIPSIS 13:1 EXPOSED! IT HAS A NAME: -CHRISTIANITY-
I AM THE LIGHT OF THE WORLD/YO SOY LA LUZ DEL MUNDO John/Juan 8:12
FOR NOTHING IS SECRET, THAT SHALL NOT BE MADE MANIFEST; NEITHER ANYTHING HID, THAT SHALL NOT BE KNOWN AND COME ABROAD/PORQUE NADA HAY OCULTO, QUE NO HAYA DE SER MANIFESTADO; NI ESCONDIDO, QUE NO HAYA DE SER CONOCIDO, Y DE SALIR A LA LUZ. Luke/Lucas 8:17
I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE/YO SOY EL CAMINO, Y LA VERDAD, Y LA VIDA John/Juan 14:6
COME OUT OF HER, MY PEOPLE / SALID DE ELLA, PUEBLO MÍO Revelation/Apocalipsis 18:4
THE SEVEN HEADS THAT SPRANG OUT OF THE BEAST OF REVELATION/APOCALIPSIS 13:1, “CALLED CHRISTIANITY”, CHRONOLOGICALLY THROUGHOUT THE LAST XIIX CENTURIES ARE: (1) “ROMAN CATHOLIC CHURCH”, YEAR 325. (2) “ISLAM”, YEAR 622-630. (3) “ORTHODOX CHURCH”, YEAR 1054. (4) “LUTHERAN CHURCH”, YEAR 1521. (5) “ANGLICAN CHURCH”, YEAR 1534. (6) “AMERICAN CHURCH”, YEAR 1776. (7) “MESSIANIC JUDAISM”, YEAR 1970/.
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“CHRISTIANITY vs. GOD”, the book, will continue as indicated previously. You’re always welcome 24/7 to read what’s next. Yours, Felix Altamonte.
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