This unusually warm night before Halloween has me deep in thought . . .

It is the celebration of the harvest, this halloween chaos. The masquerading, the screeching, the dozens of kids on our lawn. The complex is crawling with the ghoulies and goblins but what these youngsters lack is the real eseence of tonight and tomorrow and of course All Saints day on Sunday followed by November with the feast of turkey and its full course and then the Xmas goose culminating with the roast pork traditionally served to welcome in the new year . . . 

These are the religious and social holidays- even the pagan ones for thats a religious word also, we are coming into and a certain attitude of family is strung like the lights before xmas time, unsure if they will sparkle their brightest this year. It is not like holidays or the fact that we should all celebrate together, should be consistent with hope.

Tonight, there is a stirring though. A strange sense of abandonment and favorable conditions entwine together in the search for a good time of a fright time. We want to be scared out of our bijangies by the heebie-jeebies, heck some even pay for the entertainment at a 'a haunted laboratory or schoolhouse' and yet we are afraid to step out of our religious paradigm and communicate with the dead !

In my random musings, I have tattled on myself and admitted having an issue with the way 'the book' has been used for each particular organized religious faction and/or church to suit themselves, somehow altering the true meaning to each of the stories the Bible offers. Friends and lover are disappointed, maternal host shocked; while the trinity looms in my rear-view mirror and ahead of me is a path I shall travel alone on . . . for he tells me in a rage of angered fury on something we clearly do not see eye to eye on.

But we love yet again for another glorious hour as outside the wind is blowing warm and fierce as the fire rages below and beneath the facade of the autumn hues. This ritual starting early today and going well into early monday morning will be the extrems of religious beliefs, tested. The angels or saints and the demons or ghosts, or vice-versa.  

I become the pariah in a fight to prove the human race is only but a mere experiment gone wrong and he exclaims that is ludicrous  while he obediently addresses the Lord's calling with integrity and even shame having yelled an obscenity in the name of love.

"But what if you, we, them, us, her, I is not hearing the Lord correctly? What if there is static? What if the human race, each individual being, could talk to god herself (or himself--let us really stop assigning a gender to an entity. Those are genderless and challenge nothing physical, they are above that conceptualization) and realize what we have interpreted from celebrations, holidays, and associations with laws that don't follow customary religious sanctification, are an act of deception and we should steer clear of this.

What if we are being deceived . . . all because of the Halloween craze and this is where I went with it.

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