The Child who Seen God
By: Thomas Kolodziejski aka Omniscient copyright (c)2001
SUNDAY
January 16, 1996
Dear Journal,
Dear Journal,
Well, it's Sunday, the dreaded day is upon me. It's about 10:30 am. I just got out of the shower. You know, my Mother is a horrible Alarm clock. I naturally detest that in which disturbs my slumber, but It's my Mother, so I suppose I can't hate her. Church Starts at 12pm, Oh, I can't wait. I can't believe I have to dress up to go to this stupid place. I think a straight jacket would be more appropriate attire. It infuriates me to think about this balderdash, but I am quite tired so i'll write back later. Wish my sanity luck, Journal. I'll
THE RETURN FROM CHURCH
1:15pm
Unbelievable, the insanity I just witnessed was mind-boggling and capable of reducing my brain to marshmallow. Preacher man, preached his hypocritical anthems. I got the pleasure of hearing the sermon on JOB(Joeb). JOB apparently is some guy who endured a lot of pain, but never did he swear to God. He swore on everything else he could imagine, but not on his Lord and Father, thy God. I laughed when hearing this, especially that God was aware of JOB's suffering, and did nothing to prevent it... It was called the Tasks of JOB. Why, is God described as an omni benevolent being? If he's all good, why then, does he allow poverty, famine, plague and suffering? And Talk about dickheads, God will send you to a fiery pit commonly known as Hell, if you don't worship him and accept His only Begotten Son, Jesus as your Lord and Savior. I wouldn't send my worst enemy to hell, and he's sending people to hell because they don't worship him. What an arrogant cock sucker. My Mother is content with the thought that if I attend church, I will be saved and stop being "bad" in school. Little does she realize, any more of this church nonsense, I will be reduced to utter infamy. Why can't you just be Good in school? A friend of mine inquired. Well, I am forced to go to school and sit in a desk six hours a day, five times a week, and for what? I can learn, independently, twice, if not thrice as fast as I do absorbing useless knowledge from regurgitated curriculums. And I would be learning more valid information. I am a philosopher in a sense, I like learning, learning isn't the problem, it's the circumstances and the environment that I am in. Being already bitter about having to be enslaved in a prison, oh pardon me, I meant learning facility, having a congenital moron demanding me to conform just infuriates me. School, i've concluded is just training to be a part of the working elite. Trained to be a slave so you'll be a slave when you're working for someone else when you graduate from the useless 12 years of school. Well, my Mother's pissed and worried by my actions. Friday, I requested to use the lavatory, to my shock, the Teacher said, "No." I calmly asked for a reason to his response. He told me to "sit down and do your work" in a very unpleasant tone. I just thought about being locked in a cage and I blurted out. "Ok Adolph, I'll sit down and do my work and i'll aid you in your genocide attempts later and maybe we'll have tea with Goebbels." This insulted him rather immensely, because he was of Jewish heritage. It wasn't my intentions to offend his heritage, my intentions were simply to imply he was a fascist. The referral stated I made "derogatory comments towards Mr. Stewart's Heritage" that I was "Rude, crude, out of character, and " that it was simply "Unacceptable." So now, I have a meeting, great, grand, wonderful, and I am facing up to 2 weeks suspension which will really cook my Mom. So, my Punishment now is to be subjected to harsh brainwash attempts inside of a cult. My Mother, whom sat next to me, glared at me icily when I didn't bow my head in prayer, knowing my position, I bowed my head and uttered profanities to God in my head. I know it doesn't exist, but it made me momentarily satisfied cussing the bastard out. Listening to that drivel just made me sick. My mother actually worked up the courage and fostered giddiness to ask me what I thought of church. "What did you think honey?" I told her "You're trying to find something that will make me act better in school. Church isn't the solution Mom. You're trying to heal a bruise with poison." "That will be enough of that." She replied sternly. "Seriously mom, I think my, as you call them, malignant problems can be solved by me, perhaps only by me." "Why do you do it then? You're a bright kid, you've gotten straight A's all your life and you used to be good, what's happening? Are you on Drugs or something?" I interrupted her, "No, Mom, look, I know I get straight A's, and you know what? I can't stand it. The only reason I get straight A's, is because I know i'll need a Scholarship one day, and learning that garbage they teach us in school is as easy as tying my shoes. The fact is, I am bored with it, I am sick of it and I am coming to the painful realization that life isn't going to be a boat ride in the summer time and this is my initial reactions to that realization." My Mother paused for a moment, and gave a look as if she comprehended. "Well, that doesn't excuse your actions." "Mom, I never once asked my actions to be excused. I simply would like my actions to be analyzed, and observed to find out why these actions are taking place before a punishment is so diligently delivered." "Honey, I just want to resolve the problem." "I know you do Mom, and it's understandable, but what if it's not a problem? What if my actions are paving the way for something greater? You do realize, self-teaching and learning experience is the only authentic way of acquiring knowledge and forming opinions, educated opinions?" "But how will you be able to accomplish these future great deeds if you're suspended from school?" She got me there. I guess I would have to alter the way I act into something tolerable, and not malignant. But what? The quest shall continue. "Mom, you're right, i'll do whatever it takes to evade trouble in the future, I apologize for the inconveniences I caused and will have caused you and Dad. I thank you for everything you're doing for me, and it's refreshing to know I have parents that love me, a roof over my head, food and the shared, indivisible unity of family. I love you mom. I'll do better, I promise." HA ha take that. Boy was I evil. I knew how to calm the situation and put a smile on her Face. It's complete bullshit, but I know how to manipulate others. "I suppose we can try something other than church if you'd like. I trust you, and if you promise me you'll do better, than I will believe you. You know I am always here for you." "I know mother." I gave her a kiss on the cheek and a brilliant smile. I started thinking about morality, that's rich, coming from christians, what morality do they have? Oh, the wife will stay at home and clean and cook for us! Suppression of Loved ones? God gives us dominion over the lesser animals. Arrogant-Human-Superiority. We shall eat the animals too. The senseless slaughter and consumption of a species incapable of defending themselves; a species relative to our own. What I gather is that you can kill and eat the animals totally disregarding "Thou Shalt Not Kill." Hypocritical slobs drooling over animal corpse fucking their wives in the ass while she's fixing them dessert. I fail to see the morality here. What about proper attire? It's mind-pummeling that God promotes his children as such beautiful creations, creations made from his image, the most beautiful image known to history and darn, he wants us to cover up our beautiful bodies and deems it as sinful! Ha, I think God has been smoking some whack shit, I'd like to ascertain who his dealer is. You're thinking Satan too, eh Journal? I'll write back tomorrow, I am going to go do something, anything to get my mind of of this.
