Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (32) GENISIS

he "Princess Points" post on KB's popular site this past year got me thinking about the nature of gay man and gay woman, in the over all scheme of the operational universe. This thought chain directly lead me back to the first symphony that I fell in love with, the OFFICIAL HOMOSEXUAL SYMPHONY, which depicts that grand moment that God created the species of man known as "HOMO EROTIS". This is the sole topic of this week's soup. enesis 2:7 And the LORD God formed man of the dust of the ground, and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living soul. This post starts with this familiar line from the Bible (Genesis), or the Torah (Bereishith) which describes the creation of man. Right... Adam.... yadda, yadda, yadda. Religions, and their self anointed leaders more or less would have your believe the lie that goes something like this "God didn't create Adam and Steve". Bullshit. The full unedited scriptures, as they existed, before the Jewish temple scribes on the behest of the Kohanim priests slit it out of the Torah (and snuck it out of the temple concealed in their priestly underwear) tells the story behind the how and the why God created gay man, and gay woman, too. Worry not, for I will tell you this story, and then let Pyotr (Peter) Ilyich Tchaikovsky tell you the same story, with his music most divine as the narrator. "And God created Wayne, and He saw that it was Good" I give to you all, the lost chapters of Genesis (a work in progress). enesis 10.5:1 And the Lord watched man with a growing sense of dissapointment. 10.5:2 Man began to form into clickish tribes, and restricted membership cults. He set himself up as the exclusive mouthpiece of God, and began to preach false blasphemies including ritual practices based on bizarre nonsensical provincial superstitions, arbitrary dietary laws, prohibitions of mixing of grains in fields, prohibitions of mixing of fibers in clothing, prohibitions against cutting of hair or of beards, prohibitions against the shape of ones nose and the priesthood, so forth, and so on. He preached all sorts of laws that encourage killing. God was not pleased. 10.5:3 Man lorded over, and mistreated his wfe and his daughters, and made the false claim that it was God's will that he do so, and that the penalty be death if his wife or daughter disobeyed. Neither God, nor his wife, the always delightful Mrs. God, were pleased.   10.5:4 Man ranted and railed as he denounced all other men as being false prophets. Man made war against man. Man killed man. Man raped and killed the women of other men. Man took her children into bondage and into sex slavery. Neither God, nor Mrs. God, nor their Devine Angels were pleased.   10.5:5 Verily I say this unto you, that during dinner with Mrs. God, and with eleven or twelve of their elect Angels as dinner guests (is the Holy Ghost an Angel? You decide), the Lord finally spoke "This man...he has turned out to be bit of a dissapointment. I thought that I had cleaned house with Noah and the flood, but...".   10.5:6 The Lord paused, and then continued "This man creation of mine... he really is turned out to be... um.. well, he is a bit of a silly twat, is he not?".   10.5:7 Mrs. God shot an icy stare at God, as she was not a fan of salty language at the dinner table, especially being the eleven or twelve elect Angels were present. God, noticing her disapproving expression continued with a sly wink of his eye "Uh...oops, sorry about the indiscrete language. But man, he is just such a tediously serious creature... especially in matters spiritual".   10.5:8 The Great I Am continued by posing a question for all his Angelic dinner guests: “Am I that serious? You would tell me if I were being a boring old coot, wouldn’t you? Please tell me that man is not created in MY image – at least in this regards.”. 10.5:9 The Guests and Mrs. God shot a quick glances at one another, and then burst out laughing. The Archangel Gabriel thus spoke for the assembled guests “Platypuses, penguins, parrots, the Dodo, flatulence, the French, and post adolescence pimples. We rest our case”. They all roared with great laughter and general merriment, and the Lord was well pleased. 10.5:10 Before she could restrain herself, Mrs. God blurted out "Oh don't worry about the Dodo, it won't be around for much longer". She then looked up, and gazing upon the scowling face of her husband, she saw that God was not pleased with her comment. Thus said Jehovah “Well thank you Mrs. Blabbermouth for revealing the future. Is there anything else you might wish to reveal to our guests? Why not tell them all about Millard Fillmore?”.   10.5:11 The Archangel Michael spoke “Oh my gosh – so is Milliard Fillmore going to be your only begotten son who you will send into the world of man, to forgive them of their sins and... " Before he could continue, Mrs. God cut him off “Oh don’t listen to God... he is pulling your leg”.   10.5:12 God rolled his eyes in exasperation as the Holy Ghost spoke to them all by the spirit, and he did reply “Yes HG, we realize that you do not have legs. Mrs. God is using a figure of speech. She isn't really pulling his leg, unless there is something going on under the table that I am not aware of ”. Then he looked at his wife with a sly smirk and continued “Well, her being a blabbermouth certainly erases all doubt as to whose image Eve was created in”. God began to laugh, and everyone did join in, save for Mrs. God.   10.5:13 Mrs. God took his comment to be a challenge, and countered “Oh, let us now talk about Adam and his descendants... scratching their bums in the temple, picking their noses at the dinner table, scratching themselves in indiscreet places in full view of the public, and then we could talk about his, uh, well, he certainly is aroused by some strange things. Let us all just say that we know who his Daddy was”. God laughed in a good natured manner and said “Yes my dear, I suppose your point is well taken”.   10.5:14 But then Lord’s expression became serious as he said “But seriously...I do need to shake up this mankind thing a bit, as it just is not working to my satisfaction. However, as I am unsure what to do, I would like any suggestions that you might have”. 10.5:15 After a few moments of silence, up from her seat flew the tiniest Angel in all of Heaven, Tinkerbell. She flew up to the Lord's ear, and began to whisper. Mrs. God and the eleven other Angels all froze, straining to listen in on the conversation, while trying to appear as if they were not eavesdropping. 10.5:16 As God listened, he stroked his white beard, and soon a twinkle in his eye formed, and his mouth turned into broad smile. “Yes, oh Yes” he said. "That would really shake things up, and just might work.”. 10.5:17 The Lord paused for dramatic effect, then said with a sly smile “Well...okay... since apparently you must all know. We shall be creating two new sub-species of humankind. One shall be made a man and be sub species 'Homo Erotis', and the other shall be a woman and named sub species 'Amazonia Cullingni'. To the latter, we shall give her the absolute power to kick man’s butt in all things deemed manly. Man shall never have power over her, or anything over her, except for procreation. Both of these two new sub-species shall be fruitful and multiply solely by means of the Holy Spirit. Hence forth they both always be a part of the family of humankind. We shall call the first Amazonia Cullingni "Jill".   10.5:18 God turned to Mrs. God and addressed her most courteously “Assuming that there no objections to my using that name, Dear, might you do us the honors? . To be continued, as the gift of divine prophesy once again fills my being, loosens my tongue, and stirs me fingers to reveal to you all the lost but true story of the creation of God’s most beautiful and sweet gay mean and gay women. Yes, I am still alive. I have been burning the candle at both ends (hell, I tossed it into the fire pit along with the furniture) ay work and on my other web site, where I am writing a major, massive in scope research work that will include a brief history of the last 10,000 years. My health has not been the best: I am out of balance and ridiculously over extended. Such is life…  The music: Piotr Ilich Tchaicovsky’s Symphony number Four in F Minor, Op. 36. Yup. The official homo symphony. This is the first piece of classical music I fell in love with. I was a 17 year old closeted gay boy, and someone introduced me to this. I had never listened to classical music before. It immediately clicked with me, seeming familiar on some cerebrally spiritual gut level.  As I started reading about it I was stunned to learn that not only was Peter a homo, but the secret subject of this symphony was his holy homoness.    Oh, he had a cover story, saying it was about “it” which is represented by the opening “destiny fanfare”. Frigging brilliant thematic material here, which occurs throughout the first movement, and reappears like an inescapable fate in the final movement. Tchaicovsky kept a secret diary, where he recorded that “it” was his homosexuality.     The symphony opens with the destiny fanfare, God reaching his finger out, and bringing gay life to Wayne, the first gay man. Odd how I immediately connected into this music, despite my lack of a classical background, and them later found out that it was about me and my life. I love how those sorts of connections work in this incarnation of the universe.    As the fanfare repeats, jarring counter melodic lines which cut across the grain appear. We immediately know that this is not going to be a walk in the park. God is forging the highest and purest titanium strength steel foe those who survive the trials of this fate. TO BE CONTINUED All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your bowl of Soup for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.