Demons and Gods

Demons and Gods

There’s a demon and a god

                An elf, ogre, dragon and a gnome,

All out of

                Our imagination.

We made them real,

Set them free,

                                To roam and rampage

All around our nation.

Sucked out of nothing,

                To terrify,

                                We placed gods in the sky,

To spread

                The all-time greatest lie.

To help us believe

                We live forever.

Created, not evolved

                And oh so very clever.

Unfortunately, it’s not true

                Another power game

To control

                Me and you.

Opher – 25.6.2022

As an antitheist I see religion as a power-structure. Right from its earliest inception in prehistory it gave power to the shaman.

The shaman communed with the spirits and brought back knowledge. Or did he?

The shaman created complex rituals and rites that gave belief and assurance to the tribe. Or did he?

The rain dances, hunting rituals, news from the afterlife – all just an elaborate hoax to gain power and control?

The most important person in the tribe – vying with the chief.

We created gods of suns, of rocks and trees. We created afterlives full of reward and punishment. The greatest crime was not to believe.

Religion preyed upon our fears – fear of death, fear of disease, fear of hunger, thirst and defeat. It offered answers to the eternal questions – what is this universe? What are we? What is reality? What is after death?

Religions came and went. Sacrifices were exacted. Blessings given.

When things went wrong it was always because the people had strayed from the path – time for more stringent worship. When things went right it was the power of prayer and ritual that appeased god.

Then came science to challenge superstition and explain the universe.

We discovered heaven was not above the sky. Hell was not below. The universe did not revolve around the earth. The sun was not a god.

But people are still superstitious. They need a crutch.

We need ritual and prayer. It’s a comfort.

Poetry – Fairy Tales (for Dewin)

Fairy Tales

Nobody ever dies!

They merely pass away

Becoming angels and stars.

We’ll meet again

                In a future life

On a planet North of Mars.

They do not die

                They merely sleep

And gently slip away.

They are up in heaven

                Waiting for us

To come along to play.

There is no death.

                They rest in peace

Shuffle off the coil.

Give up the ghost

                Join the host

And never have to toil.

Opher – 4.5.2020

I hate these euphemisms, lies and fairy tales.

Death hurts. It’s a loss – sometimes so difficult to come to terms with.

But do we really need to sugar-coat it? It isn’t a sleep, a portal into an infinite blissful after-life. It’s an end.

Death comes. Our consciousness falls apart. We are no longer there. It is the end.

We will not meet again. It will not be a blissful reunion and ecstasy forever.

The idea seems absurd to me. It is just a defence mechanism we adopt to try to come to terms with the finality of it. Our loved ones are gone and we will never see them again.

It is so hard.

Our own death seems so unreal. But one day we will no longer exist.

The universe will go on without us until it too burns out.

Life is what we do in the moment.

The Real Meaning of Christmas

The Real Meaning of Christmas

Christmas – a pagan festival with elements of tree worship, sun worship and the solstice, Nordic shamen and their hallucinogenic mushrooms.


A nice tree with a gnarled spirit!

Another nice tree to worship.


Doesn’t look like a shaman to me – high on some hallucinatory drug! But he is!

The Real Meaning of Christmas

The real meaning of Christmas is locked away in pagan mythology. Most religions that usurp other religions take over the ceremonies of previous religions and modify and adopt them. Christianity did this with both Christmas and Easter.

What we now have as a Christmas celebration – the birth of Jesus with all the nativity scenes – is actually a celebration of the winter solstice.

The winter solstice was celebrated by ancient tribes all over the world. It is, in the northern hemisphere, the shortest day of the year. The days are drawing out, though, because of the way the earth cools, the coldest winter months are still all ahead. This celebration was accompanied by ritual and feasting.

We see a number of the Nordic traditions surviving.

The Christmas tree is a throw-back to the animism of old where spirits were thought to inhabit trees, streams, rivers and rocks. Tree worship was a world-wide religion; we still touch wood for luck. In Scandinavia it was prevalent in the shamanistic tradition.

Santa Claus is another throwback to Scandinavian lore. The shaman used magic potions of hallucinogenic mushrooms to fly through the sky on a sled with his reindeer to converse with the gods. The mushrooms were Amanita muscaria, the fly agaric, and had bright red caps flecked with white. Nowadays Santa Claus (Father Christmas) decked in his bright red and white costume flies through the sky magically to bring gifts to people. These used to be the gifts of insight and wisdom. Now they are usually plastic goods of dubious durability.

So mixed up with our story of Jesus we have tree worship and hallucinatory acid trips.

It’s a heady mix for a small kid to take in!