The State is the altar of political freedom and, like the religious altar, it is maintained for the purpose of human sacrifice.
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Human sacrfices (Rituals) \\\\\\\^^^^^^^
Mentioned in Rigveda, more exactly Soma Mandala
Means praising with some energizing qualities,
And a ritual of drink, also treatment of asthma,
We find it also at later Vedic and Persian cultures.
Ephedra sinica containing ephedrine is a Soma plant
Used as a drink in both Vedic and Zoroastrian tradition,
'The building up of the fireplace performed over-night'
Is Atiratra Agnicayana as a Srauta ritual of Vedic religion.
Attested in the Yajurveda Samhitas, its mantras are in Brahmana
With a bird-shaped altar as a building of bricks, which a hard work requires
With various shapes like mahavedi, uttaravedi, dhishnya and drona
This 'sacrificial altar' in the Vedic religion has a sacrificial fire.
As adhvaradhishnya is an altar at Soma, where something is sacrificed
Yajña is a ritual of sacrifice derived from the Vedic times
They think that offering something into the fire, God can be reached
Temple rites are a combination of both Vedic and Agamic rituals.
The sacrificial division of Hindu scripture is the Karma-Kanda
The most famous Shrauta Brahmins maintain these ancient rituals.
A few thousand of them perform the Agnihotra or basic Aupasana
And the fire sacrifice is always twice daily, at dawn and dusk.
Shakti means cosmic existence, liberation and divine feminine power
Shakti most actively manifests through fertility and female embodiment
Also presented in males, Shakti also means 'The Great Divine Mother'
Human sacrifices are carried out with Shakti, who is there present.
A Sati is a widow, self-immolating on her husband’s pyre, after his death,
To guarantee the couple's reunion in the afterlife and indians say
That Sati releases herself from the “painful cycle of birth and rebirth”
And all these human sacrifices for religious reasons still exist today.
Genesis has Abraham preparing to sacrifice his son to our Lord
Abraham takes his own son up on a mountain and an altar he builds
Tying his son to the altar, he puts a knife to his throat, without a word
But God tell him this is just a test of his faith, we are all His kids.
Jephthah makes a vow to the LORD, over the Ammonites the victory asking
He promises to give to the LORD the first thing coming out without his demand
To greet him when he returns in triumph, for sacrifice it, as a burnt offering.
''You shall be fuel for the fire, your blood shall flow throughout the land.
You shall not be remembered, for I, the LORD, have spoken.''-this is His command.
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poem by Marieta Maglas
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He that serves at the altar ought to live by the altar.
The Altar
A broken ALTAR, Lord, thy servant rears,
Made of a heart and cemented with tears;
Whose parts are as thy hand did frame;
No workman's tool hath touch'd the same.
A HEART alone
Is such a stone,
As nothing but
Thy pow'r doth cut.
Wherefore each part
Of my hard heart
Meets in this frame
To praise thy name.
That if I chance to hold my peace,
These stones to praise thee may not cease.
Oh, let thy blessed SACRIFICE be mine,
And sanctify this ALTAR to be thine.
poem by George Herbert
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Communion
Sanctified by white robed candles
Whose flames flicker and dance over ancient altars
Silent lips sing in the silence
Altar boys swing incense and homage to the ritual
Silent feet shift towards the altar
With ease each parting lip
Tastes of sacrifice
And wine dripped cups that brim
With crimsons beads that glisten
And in the shadows
Hidden vaults of history
Tear back the robes
And break the flesh
And shed the blood
And this is love
And this is love
The sweet hymn sings and is sung!
And all is dead [here]
And in the silence gone, as before,
From the universal door flung wide,
The mystery of his sacrifice
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poem by Yvette Smith
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He came by a leap to the goal of purpose, not by the toilsome steps of reason. On the instant his headlong spirit declared his purpose: this was the one being for him in all the world: at this altar he would light a lamp of devotion, and keep it burning forever.
quote by Gilbert Parker
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Two Went up into the Temple to Pray
Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th' other to pray:
One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th' other dares not send his eye.
One nearer to God's altar trod,
The other to the altar's God.
poem by Richard Crashaw
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Have We Become...
do we fill the empty plate
with spent shells?
the empty cup with spilled blood?
do we sing of freedom
at the funerals of the children?
scratch 'equality' on their headstones?
do we sacrifice murder on the altar,
while praying to gods made of stone....
do we write infinity with an oily brush?
just what the hell have we become?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Humble Myself
Lead me to the altar of love.
Let me bend my knees
and supplicate my weakness
and all my frailties.
I humble myself before you
And pray I can be heard.
I offer love and devotion
and kindness in my word.
For I can't live without this one
that you created for me.
And so I ask at this altar
for an answer to my plea.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Usually, it is not my habit to address religious issues on the floor. I strongly believe in a person's right to religious freedom, as well as the separation of church and state.
quote by Alcee Hastings
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Every non-political human grouping of whatever kind, legal, social, religious, economic or other becomes at last political if it creates an opposition deep enough to range men against one another as enemies.
quote by Francis Parker Yockey
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Wedding
Together,
we walk hand in hand
from this altar
to our new life
with hopes and dreams
and commitments to share.
I can't promise you heaven
but I can promise
to be with you
in good,
and in bad times.
From this day on,
I will never be alone
from this day on,
you will never be alone
from this day on,
we will be together.
Together,
let's face the world
together,
let's build our home
from this altar...
with our love.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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My Hero, My Heroin
I don’t need this
I don’t need you
Religious Hypocrites
Political bullshit
Propaganda overload
Test tube babies
Feed us with commercials
Rely on you
You are the hero, the heroin
You are my crutches
My savior undefiled by truth
To you we look towards hope
We sacrifice children to appease you
The wrath you hold
Worse than any gods
Lean on our shoulders
Feed on our land
Look for the undying hero
The heroin on which we depend
We stand for nothing
I found a new ecstasy
I don’t need your
Religious Hypocrites
Political bullshit
Propaganda overload
Anymore…
Look for the new way
To justify the deeds
Plagued with death
The color green is what it’s all about
Don’t you know?
You are my hero, my heroin
I would die for the cause
I shall give my life
To smother the breath
Of those unfaithful
For, you are my hero, my heroin
I need you, I love you, I want your heroin
Turn out the lights
Don’t want to see your
Religious Hypocrites
Political bullshit
Propaganda overload
Anymore…
poem by Paul Fisher
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Justice is never given; it is exacted and the struggle must be continuous for freedom is never a final fact, but a continuing evolving process to higher and higher levels of human, social, economic, political and religious relationship.
quote by A. Philip Randolph
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Sacrifices
Beautiful values and culture
No freedom to follow one's own believe
Freedom of following the culture is banned
Sacrifice of their vision and mission
Beautiful mind and soul
It was kept in dark and hidden
Hence left with no choices
Sacrifice of the inner strength
Beautiful kindness and compassion
Taken as a weakness
Tortured and abused
Sacrifice of being human
Beautiful life
Too much which has filled the air
Breathing out of frustration
Sacrifice of their precious life by setting themselves on fire
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Vox Ecclesiae, Vox Christi
Not 'neath the altar only,—yet, in sooth,
There more than elsewhere,—is the cry, “How long?”
The right sown there hath still borne fruit in wrong—
The wrong waxed fourfold. Thence, (in hate of truth)
O'er weapons blessed for carnage, to fierce youth
From evil age, the word hath hissed along:—
“Ye are the Lord's: go forth, destroy, be strong:
Christ's Church absolves ye from Christ's law of ruth.”
Therefore the wine-cup at the altar is
As Christ's own blood indeed, and as the blood
Of Christ's elect, at divers seasons spilt
On the altar-stone, that to man's church, for this,
Shall prove a stone of stumbling,—whence it stood
To be rent up ere the true Church be built.
poem by Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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I think it's already apparent that a good part of this Nation understands — if only instinctively — that anything which seems to suggest that God favors a political party or the establishment of a state church, is wrong and dangerous. Way down deep the American people are afraid of an entangling relationship between formal religions — or whole bodies of religious belief — and government. Apart from constitutional law and religious doctrine, there is a sense that tells us it's wrong to presume to speak for God or to claim God's sanction of our particular legislation and His rejection of all other positions. Most of us are offended when we see religion being trivialized by its appearance in political throw-away pamphlets. The American people need no course in philosophy or political science or church history to know that God should not be made into a celestial party chairman.
quote by Mario Cuomo
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I am a lover of truth, a worshipper of freedom, a celebrant at the altar of language and purity and tolerance.
quote by Stephen Fry
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I am a lover of truth, a worshiper of freedom, a celebrant at the altar of language and purity and tolerance.
quote by Stephen Fry
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Love's Sacrifice
LOVE'S Herald flew o'er all the fields of Greece,
Crying: '
Love's altar waits for sacrifice!'
And all folk answered, like a wave of peace,
With treasured offerings and gifts of price.
Toward high Olympus every white road filled
With pilgrims streaming to the blest abode;
Each bore rich tribute, some for joys fulfilled,
And some for blisses lingering on the road.
The pious peasant drives his laden car;
The fisher youth bears treasure from the sea;
A wife brings honey for the sweets that are;
A maid brings roses for the sweets to be.
Here strides the soldier with his wreathed sword,
No more to glitter in his country's wars;
There walks the poet with his mystic word,
And smiles at Eros' mild recruit from Mars.
But midst these bearers of propitious gifts,
Behold where two, a youth and maiden, stand:
She bears no boon; his arm no burden lifts,
Save her dear fingers pressed within his hand.
Their touch ignites the soft delicious fire,
Whose rays the very altar-flames eclipse;
Their eyes are on each other—sweet desire
And yearning passion tremble on their lips.
So fair—so strong! Ah, Love! what errant wiles
Have brought these two so poor and so unblest?
But see! Instead of anger, Cupid smiles;
And lo! he crowns their sacrifice as best!
Their hands are empty, but their hearts are
Their gifts so rare for all the host suffice:
Before the altar is their life-wine spilled—
The love they long for is their sacrifice.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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The altar
What use is a church,
what use are religious people to me,
when the love of Christ,
I do not in them and in it see
and when they act like religious fanatics
as if they are here to be judge and jury
and have all the facts?
Even going so far in writing,
to dare me to act with destruction,
when it lies in my hands?
And I refrain from that kind of thing,
scared that somehow, some of their members,
are sincere followers of Jesus Christ,
whom I may also harm.
I take the Bible as the book, the only one
which spells out the gospel of my life,
gives explanations of the beyond
and shows the things to come
and every day in humility
I stand on my knees,
trying to make my heart
the altar of my own church.
poem by Gert Strydom
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