God of the  little people

Surely surely  ,God will reward you in the next world  the priest said to the old woman and you will meet a peaceful death .And what have you brought for me , the priest said to the man in  dismal  rags  .  He was confused , he could not utter some words ..I ..his words seemed broken ..brought myself with the praise of Lord in my heart . pooh .then how can you expect reward in the next world . You will be  hurled to blazing  flames to roast for ever  , there you will remember my words and you would  wish you could have given some thing on the name of God “ said  the  priest vehemently . But I have no thing to give he uttered the word in despair .Nothing no thing . the priest  turned hysterical ,  then greed glimmered  in his eyes and he stopped  roaring  as his eyes fell at the ring in his left hand , which was  dim in luster, yet it retained  the charm of its glorious  past. You can give this ring  to win your gift in heaven , I assure you ,at once the priest’s voice became  sweet and melodious. But this is the only  gift of my departed wife ,whom I love so much. I promised her never to sell it  , even if I  starve and don’t have food for days .

“Don’t you know” the priest became furious  “to love material things is a grave  sin , it is against the law of God . How can you say you love , you will be sent to hard

perdition in pool of fire  ,where  your head will be crushed between   rocks and  brimstones  and you will  be strained to drink the burning fire. Give me the ring . God needs your ring , you will get my blessings and the promised reward in the next world. I can ward off all the looming misery”.

The poor wretched  man was trembling with fear at the horrific description of hell. Reluctantly he  took off his dear ring  and handed it over to the priest ,who put it   on his left hand , which  was already occupied by three exquisite  rings . The poor man saw it and he hesitantly said  “Is God poor ,why does he only need my ring . Why don’t  he take off your rings , you have so plenty of them”. “What ..? How dare you ask such blasphemous question to our holy and chaste priest” : a stout  man  whose   fat neck was stuffed in   his body  like  pig    said  fiercely  and shoved him away .  “I don’t  know you  nor have I done any harm to any one here   , but who are you”   “ I am the commander of the faithful . I am here to protect  the holy priest , the beefy man replied proudly. “I have been told that good  and harm is in the hands of Lord . I remember  priest himself told this in his last sermon. If he really believes in  God , why is he afraid of men , he is transgressing from his own statement.” The poor man argued . The man was puzzled , he couldn’t reply and he turned towards the priest and whispered some thing in his ears . The  priest   was busy with a rich man , who  brought him some attractive jewels and several other gifts. His eyes became red and a scorn  played at his lips “ you question too much. Why don’t you simply accept what all others  believe in  , you are trying to revolt against the God   , rather you are at the brink of heresy , one word more and you are heretic .Take him away from my temple ,I don’t want to see his face  here any more ; the priest ordered his men . the men  moved forward to drag him .

He  said “How can you say , this temple is yours . Is this  not the  house of God !  How can you throw me out from the house of God ! God has not ordered you nor has he minded my questions , it is only you who don’t  want to see my face not God. If this is your temple then we  are so cold and damp  to  worship you and pay tax  . You have enthroned yourself at the seat of God : God has never commanded you to become his minister and collect coins at his name . You are baffling us all . How can be God so tyrant that he even wants to snatch every thing , even a single penny from all these poor and wretched  people , who work day and night like animals and pay their taxes to the king and to you  . Why don’t you ask the king to give you money. What do you want from us : we don’t have any thing to give.  We have only our poor miserable lives , which we are ready to give back ,  it is better to  die than to live in perpetual torture . The world has already turned a place worse than hell because of people like you . We have nothing to give you anymore nor can you extract any more. I will tell your trickery to  the people . “ he said it all in one breath. “Heresy you speak “ the priest voice was filled with anger and rage  . “Do you know , what blasphemy have you  uttered”  the priest thundered  , but he was calm and continued

“ Yes I perfectly know , but truth is always bitter . I showed you , your real face in the mirror, which  is so shocking that you can’t face it .You hate to look at   it. Why shun away the reality . I am only showing you your real self , for people you have painted an unusual picture. What is the use of this palace which you so happily call temple  and all your horded gold and long carved treasures and  theses magnificent silken robes . They can  hide your identity for naïve people  ,but  the people of knowledge can see beyond . Your face is marked for the  blazing fire”. 

He said it so placidly  ,and a strange smile played on his lips. The commander of the faithful thrusted  him and he called all his  attendants “ Do you hear this man openly dishonouring our holy priest , upon whose wisdom even angels look with  envy ; and this a woe ridden man , who don’t have enough food to sustain himself claims to  tell  the truth”. They all jeered at him , but the people were struck with awe and amazement , they were curious .And one among the many came forward and said “You are different but look like us , but we know you have enlightenment :can you tell us more   truth , we want know ” .

And he  said “ Religion was always  clear ,  from falsehood  . The way  of Satan and God are open for you all , but among the men there are many   diehard disciple of the Devil : one of them is here standing before you , who talks of God but his heart is the temple  of desires  and  cursed life. He wears  silken robes, but they  are stained with  falsehood , injustice and malice , which he can never see ,but I can feel the miseries of thousands  like you who have enslaved themselves in his hands. Behind his garb of

chastity lives  the hideous Satan , who instigates him to spread his message  to corrupt the humanity. He  makes  himself an intermediate between God and you , but who   has given him the right to reward Hell and Heaven. God  never did ,  he himself is a   self proclaimed  medium of God ,  which you , like  dumb  idols love so dearly .  Who   designated him  heavenly    tax collector yet  you pay him for God - What are you afraid of ? God has never sent his prophets to impose taxes and make poor poorer and rich richer . No , you are too simple  to understand him , you just  believe him what he contrives ;then  who is to blame ..! God is not in  need of your money , he is never happy at your pain and  affliction , nor  is it  your lot to  live in perpetual disgrace . You yourself  have considered it your fate because  priest affirms it “.

 “He is here to save  the interests of the ruler and his countless minions , who are afraid of your rise.  You can never rise , your hearts are dead ,made of clay not flesh , passionless , dejected ,  spiritless . How can you rise and what for ? You have enslaved your generations at the hands of few . You  are happy in the  shackles  of suspicion and ignorance  and  you drag these unseen shackles  all your life , but never resolve to break it .And why break it , it is no burden on your soul and what for ! Nor can you feel the pleasure of freedom , but how can you know ,you have never tasted it - you consider your slavery a freedom. Freedom is far fetched idea for you  , which you don’t know , nor can ever understand. Freedom is the feeling of a vast soul , you are too immature to understand the vistas of unbounded freedom. Freedom is the  will of living ,the  will to live as a man of  self.

Will you ever rise ?”

 You are happy in your silent tiresome mumblings and sneak  prayers , which brings you no reward. Why do  you read this  unfateful   Book , which you consider so Holy  ,yet don’t understand. You read it without  senses . What is the use of it , you read a language which you yourself don’t understand . Even you   don’t  comprehend your useless  prayers . Alas you are sleeping a slumber of slothfulness  which has  diseased  your sprits and benumbed your minds. . You have made  religion only a name of few rituals and a mixture of cultural norms and mores, therefore it has lost its vitality. It is no more a living religion.  Its dead , dead long ago and now you are  the victims of  your own perverted system. In which there is no ray of hope for the weak, but the strong among you  thrives day by day ,  like a   vampire who lives upon the living . The religion which promises  freedom , justice and equality in the next world is mere phantasmagoria. It is mere tyranny not religion : if a religion promises every thing in the coming world then there is no need of that religion - better to live one’s  own way rather than  eternal slavery”.

 “True religion is the name of justice and equality for all. It is  freedom  from suspicions , ignorance ,  poverty , and  a greater happiness for all:  not only in this world but  the coming too. Why  don’t  you think ; yet  how to think  , you don’t know how to save yourself .All of you are waiting for some Messiah to rescue you ,to solve all your ills . But What about God if He  descends in the clouds  along his angels and  do every thing at once. Will you be happy then ! This is far from reality and it will never happen , even if you were to live a million years more in disgrace. There is no escape either you dream of past or dream of future. He has bestowed you enough  intellect  ,think for your own self. The solution to all your dilemma lies in your hands,  find strength in your own self not  in some external source , trust in yourself and then you will get the reward”

 

                          

 

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