Wednesday 17 February 1999
Dreamt a long dream tonight. I was some kind of political
do-gooder, and became aware that there was to be an attempt on my life.
I did my best to avoid it, but finally the assassin caught up with me and
shot me from a safe distance, and I died.
But that was not the end. Rather, it was the beginning. For my soul,
or astral body or whatever, was whisked away to the city of the dead,
or whatever I should call it. Not Heaven or Hell or some such, but
a place closer to this world. More experienced "souls" taught me the
ropes, how to navigate this world and how to peek in on the one I left
behind. Everybody seemed quite unconcerned with the murder, as well
they might, since I was quite alive just in a changed form. Among other
things I learned that in my energy form I could easily be summoned even
with normal playing cards, at least if I wasn't prepared, but that it
was just a minor annoyance: Being essentially thought, I could move to
where I had been just by thinking of it.
Needless to say, this was just another dream, and I don't expect
anything like this to happen.
On a somewhat unrelated topic, the recent Viagra craze
has set me thinking. See, America and much of Europe is officially
Christian, and to the best of my knowledge the official Christian
point of view still is that sex before marriage should be kept to a minimum.
And it just so happens that in these parts of the world, capitalism
decrees that people not marry until they're 25-30, in general. So
there should be this enormous market just waiting for the ANTI-VIAGRA,
the ultimate impotence pill that makes the male go limp at the very
thought of the complementary sex. Right?
So where is the heavy investment into research and development?
One should at least expect the major churches and congregations
to donate a sizable portion of their tithes towards this noble
goal. And how about the governments of all these great and glorious
Christian nations? Surely they would reach out a helping hand to
the struggling young people who suffer deeply at the hands of their
hormones?
And certainly there must be a mass market here. Think of all the
young people, knowing that they can't afford to marry for seven
long years more, yet desperately wanting to keep to their purity
and innocence of body as well as soul. God knows, it's not that
easy! (Well, at least Jesus knows, presumably.)
So where are the lines of, umm, potential customers? Could it
be that, after all, unmarried men (and perhaps even some women)
regard some genital stimulation as a valuable part of their lives,
and theology be damned? You could almost suspect that.
No, there won't be personal testimonies at tonight's meeting. Now go
home all of you.
(Wow! Religion AND sex! If I now don't get any e-mails, I have to start appearing topless in front of my camera.)
Sometimes Rosa's Wardrobe is not stranger than reality after all.
Visit the Diary Farm for the diaries I've put out to pasture until they
buy the farm:
January 1999
December 1998
November 1998