"How Christians transformed a Jewish holiday..." 'Davis "3-D" Danizier'

  Guest blogger Davis Danizier “3-D”  began life as a political and religious conservative, even entering into formal Seminary studies. Gradually, he became troubled by inconsistencies in factual assertions and values in both political and religious conservatism and, after deeply traumatic soul searching, reversed course in both areas. After retiring from a career in commercial property and casualty insurance, Dave has had the free time and flexibility to share with others some of the thoughts that led to his life-altering epiphanies. His book “Betrayal of Jesus” presents unorthodox (believers might say heretical) perspectives on the Christian mythology. Dave currently resides in Oceanside, California.

"Be wise. Be wild. Care for others. Love your neighbor as yourself. The mysteries of the universe are not beyond your grasp."   https://danizier.wordpress.com

Easter Sunday:


"How Christians transformed a Jewish holiday into a Pagan Spring Celebration..."

  As we again celebrate the annual advent of Passover and Easter, reflection demands that we consider the origins and meanings of these central Judeo-Christian observances, among the holiest of the year for both Jews and Christians.

For Jews, the Passover holiday — or more accurately, holy day — has remained relatively pure in the religious, historical and cultural significance of its origins and observances. Passover originates as a purely Hebrew religious tradition, not adapted or co-opted from any other tradition, and has remained pure in the religiousness of its observance. It honors the Biblical account in Exodus of how the Hebrews were spared the worst of the plagues of Moses, the Angel of Death, as they escaped their time of bondage in Egypt before fleeing to their promised land. Even as Judaism has evolved into differing branches such as Orthodox, Ultra-orthodox, Reform, Liberal and even Humanist sects, the traditions have remained intact and untainted, even among those whose adherence is more cultural than a matter of literal religious belief.

Many Christians try to make sense out of the hodgepodge of competing and conflicting meanings of Easter, its origins and its evolution. While many faiths celebrate the “Lord’s Supper,” few take the time to remember, much less celebrate, its origins as Jesus’ Passover Seder. And over the years, as the holiday evolved away from its Jewish origins and was taken over by pagan symbols and celebrations, it eventually ceased to bear any resemblance at all to the Passover Seder that spawned it.

Many Christians wonder how symbols of Easter eggs and Easter bunnies fit in with remembrances of the crucifixion and resurrection of their human sacrifice. In reality, Easter eggs and Easter rabbits long predate the “Christian” human sacrifice myth. They originate from ancient pagan fertility rites to celebrate the advent of spring. As Christians expanded out of the Holy Land and even beyond the Mediterranean lands into Northern Europe, the purity of the religious observances was blended with the ancient spring fertility rites of the pagans they encountered, who did not want to give up the big spring party with which they celebrated rebirth, life and a reawakening from the harsh winter’s slumber. They were, however, more willing to adapt them into a toned-down Christian observance. Calculation of the date on which Easter falls each year is based on the beginning of spring, the spring equinox.

Easter symbols such as eggs and rabbits are symbols of fertility and birth, not symbols of morbid reflections on the wrongful execution by crucifixion of an innocent man. The ancient spring fertility celebrations that the Christians co-opted had more in common with the orgiastic revelries of spring break than of death and sin, or the perplexing questions of how killing an innocent human sacrifice absolves anyone else’s sins. The very name “Easter” originates from the Anglo Saxon goddess of female fertility, Eostre, who also gives origin to the terms “estrus” for the female cycle and the female hormone “estrogen.”

As with Christmas, the followers of the renegade “apostle” Paul have tried to run away from their Jewish origins, take over ancient pagan celebrations and then seem perplexed as to why those pesky ancient traditions persist in a muddled confusion of ambiguity.

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"Happy Passover, next year at Taco Bell..!" 'James "Kimo" Rosen'

 "Obama Da Dog a recent convert to Judaism celebrates Passover, the Jewish holiday celebrating freedom from Egyptian bondage and slavery..." This blog was published as an opinion article on 04-07-12 in the   Kaua'i Garden Island news; "Next year at Taco bell..." http://thegardenisland.com/news/opinion/mailbag/letters-for-saturday-april/article_7269225a-8071-11e1-8efb-0019bb2963f4.html
This blog originally ran on 04-11-11 Dakinetalk Blog #268 on 04-24-11
http://dakinetalk.blogspot.com/2011/04/next-year-at-taco-bell.html

Everyday of the year is someones birthday, and with all the religious and secular holidays, it gets hard  deciding which ones to celebrate.

Thanksgiving is probably my favorite holiday, since it is an American holiday, and not a Christian or Jewish holiday.

The rules of holidays are what I question.  For the  Jewish holiday of passover, Jews (my people) are not suppose to eat leaven (bread or anything with yeast for 8 days.) This tradition started with the Jews escape from Egyptian bondage and slavery. While on the run they had limited time, only time to make a quick flat bread, that didn't have time to rise. therefore we eat Matzo as a remembrance of hard times. (Matzo is  a bland  cracker with very little taste consumed  during the  8 day long holiday of Passover.

We celebrate Passover with humbleness by abstaining from  bread, however we prepare huge holiday meals of a roasted brisket with pan fried potatoes, matzo ball soup with chicken,  elaborate salads and special cookies made from matzo meal instead of flour. I don't believe the Jews had time to make those items either if they didn't even have the time to bake bread?

The other irony is when you mix flour and water in a warm environment it creates sourdough, which is a sour yeast. I therefore believe that the matzo cracker would had risen in many cases.

The Jewish people  eat matzo and have elaborate gourmet meals to remember the days of slavery.

Why not just enjoy a nice spontaneous meal on the move, as most probably did during the exodus?

How about going through the drive through at Taco Bell, after all tortilla's are unleavened. This would sure make one humble and  an appropriate way to remember hard times.

Next year at Taco Bell! 

Happy Passover, Happy Easters and Happy April showers.

(editor's note,  the last words at every passover Seder are next year in Jerusalem, next year at Taco bell is a play on words and my attempt at humor)

Editor's note, Dakinetalk guest bloggers do not necessarily represent the opinions of dakinetalk. Guest bloggers are given space to express their beliefs and or opinions. We feel there are many roads and like to give people space to express their thoughts,after-all that's what dakine is...Aloha, James "Kimo" Rosen, Publisher.

"Portuguese Sausage..." 'Source; truthbook.com' (Aloha Friday)

Hawai'i humor is muti-ethnic, many times the Portuguese (Portugee) are the blunt of local humor... Michael Herr  our regular scheduled Aloha  Friday guest-blogger is on vacation and will return in two weeks!

Portuguese Sausage

Everyone seems to be in such a hurry to scream 'racism' these days.
So, the customer asked, "In what aisle could I find the Portuguese sausage?"
The clerk looks at him and says, "Are you Portuguese?"

The guy (clearly offended) says, "Well, yes I am. But let me ask you something.
If I had asked for Italian sausage, would you ask me if I was Italian?

Or if I had asked for German Bratwurst, would you ask me if I was German?

Or if I asked for a kosher hot dog would you ask me if I was Jewish?

Or if I had asked for a Taco, would you ask if I was Mexican?'

If I asked for some Irish whiskey, would you ask if I was Irish?"

The clerk says, "Well, no, I probably wouldn't!"

With deep self-righteous indignation, the guy says, "Well then, why did you ask me if I'm Portuguese is it  because I asked for Portuguese sausage?"
The clerk replied, "Because you're in Home Depot."

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"Happy Ending..." 'Bettejo Dux' (continued from yesterday...)

"Happy Ending" ' Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesday continued...)

Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most colorful people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest.Today she guest blogs about a happy ending as a continuance to yesterday's guest-blog ( blog #623, "Good Friday)
http://dakinetalk.blogspot.com/2012/04/good-friday-bettejo-dux-classic.html 

 She also  publishes her own blog column.
You can check it out at ;  http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com .   Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or  on Amazon.

HAPPY ENDING

When last we left the story our poor hero was still hanging on the cross, speaking to his mother. “Woman behold they son,” he said. I mean, lady, look what you did to me. Do you think she got it?
Then to his brother, I think it was Simon, he said, “Brother behold thy mother.” Like, look out she’ll do the same to you.  I don’t think he got it, but his story is another story.

According to ‘their’ story, the story in the book, our hero agonizes for 3 hours and then, with a loud cry gives up the ghost. There’s an earthquake, tombs break open, all kinds of bad stuff happens and the thug on guard declares, “Truly he is the son of God.”

It gets a bit complicated here. Another  thug threw a lance at our hero and he bled and water flowed and a guy, Joseph of Arimathea,  a secret follower of our hero, convinces the thug our hero is dead, takes him down off the cross, wraps him in clean linen and  places him in a tomb carved in a rock and, to keep their secret safe, rolls another rock over the entrance. The thug, meanwhile, goes to Pilate to tell him the trouble maker is dead.
Now, I must tell you, there existed at the time a Jewish sect, the Essenes, about whom many Greek and Roman historians wrote. They were kind of Jewish monks, without women, without money. They’d got the hell out of the cities because they were almost as filthy as our planet is today. They were gardeners. They made the desert bloom, Pliny said.  Kind and admirable and peaceful, they were much respected. They were  also healers and often took in little kids, boys, who worked for months to prove their worth and join them. I think our hero had probably spent his missing years there, learned their ways, was a teacher, a good man, but one who just couldn't live with the celibacy part of the deal. Sort of  ”…a man of the cloth without the cloth,”  as Carl Sagan put it.

As for the healing part,  let me tell you something about healers: before one can become a healer one must learn to heal oneself and our hero, according to ‘their’ book even says, red letters, baby, “…physician, heal thyself, ” which physicians in those days didn't like the sound of any more then than they do today.
So our hero, stashed safely in the tomb with his girl friend, Mary Magdalene, recovers from his wound, you’d be amazed how quickly the body can heal itself and this was a strong, healthy, lusty  young man. He certainly wasn't the silly creature in the pink nightgown his mother and his brother and that awful Constantine pictured floating off to heaven.  The moment he was strong enough to walk, three days later, he shoved back the rock, went outside, said goodbye to his friends and he and his love got  out of Dodge.

They left. Quietly. Hand in hand. Married. Had a lot of kids and, today, have something like 416 million descendants-I rounded it down- world wide.
Happy ending… 

Bettejo has a blog of her own you can check out at ; http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com  

www.bettejodux.com

Editor's note, Dakinetalk guest bloggers do not necessarily represent the opinions of dakinetalk. Guest bloggers are given space to express their beliefs and or opinions. We feel there are many roads and like to give people space to express their thoughts,after-all that's what dakine is...Aloha, James "Kimo" Rosen, Publisher.


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"Good Friday..." ' Bettejo Dux' (Classic Wednesdays)

Guest-blogger Bettejo Dux is one of Kauai's most colorful people, she has lived on the cosmic island of Kaua'i for over 40 years... She is an animal lover, people lover and enjoys life to the fullest.Today she guest blogs about "Good Friday,"enjoy... She also  publishes her own blog column.

You can check it out at ;  http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com .   Besides her blog she recently published and authored the humorous fiction book, "The Scam," check it out at(www.bettejodux.com) or  on Amazon.

GOOD FRIDAY ?

The last time we saw our mythical hero, the guy whose Momma proclaimed him the son of god, he was riding triumphantly into Jerusalem on a donkey preceded by a bunch of hippie friends tossing palm leaves before him.

I hope they were also mouthing make-believe trumpet sounds and tossing fragrant flowers at his feet.

Sadly, this funny put- on turned nasty. Fast. According to the story some bad Temple Guards, helped along by a traitorous disciple-he had twelve, one of whom was a woman-turned him in for 30 piece of silver and our hero was arrested.

Here begins a really terrible part of the story. Our poor hero is found guilty of blasphemy and another of his disciples, Peter, of the rock and shoes of the fisherman Popish fame, denies him, too.

We move on with all kinds of awfulness. Flogging by the Roman Governor, Pontius Pilate, who, later, washes his hands of the whole business. Pilate declares our hero to be innocent but, for political reasons, turns him over to a bunch of Roman thugs to be crucified.
Now crucifixion is an absolutely horrible way to die-and we’ll talk about that later- because, at the moment, our hero is being marched through town dragging a heavy wooden cross, wearing a crown of thorns-the town’s people throwing rotten eggs and stuff-and ends up nailed to the cross he’s carrying…

…What kind of nightmare writer wrote this Grimm’s Fairy Tale anyhow?
Even worse, let’s roll time out a bit, some religious folks today have kept our poor hero hanging in effigy  for over two thousand years! In their rites on this day, in some neck of the woods, they even reenact the story. Carry crosses. Walk the walk.

In my neighborhood, in a church- goers parking lot, there is a huge white marble-well, it looks, like marble- statue of our hero on the cross with his Mommy, his brother, the son of the old Carpenter we may assume, and his girl friend and disciple, Mary Magdalene, at his feet. Every time I drive by, it hangs there 24/7, I want to drive in and physically haul him down.

Do you know how one dies of crucifixion?  Your feet are nailed to a board, your hands are nailed to the cross beam. Your feet start to hurt, the nails, remember, so you lift yourself up with your arms and your hands start to hurt. When your hands hurt, you put your weight in your feet. Unbelievable agony and it can go on for days.  Fortunately a Roman soldier comes along and saves the day, our hero does not die of Crucifixion….

…But before this it is written that our poor suffering hero looks down at the figures below and says, “Woman behold thy son. Brother behold thy mother.”

That says it all, don’t you think? I mean, it’s a pretty clearly stated summation of the entire affair and this, dear readers, is the expurgated story of Good Friday (?).  Sounds like a perfectly dreadful way to spend a Friday afternoon to me. To be continued…

Bettejo has a blog of her own you can check out at ; http://www.bettejo.wordpress.com  

www.bettejodux.com

Editor's note, Dakinetalk guest bloggers do not necessarily represent the opinions of dakinetalk. Guest bloggers are given space to express their beliefs and or opinions. We feel there are many roads and like to give people space to express their thoughts,after-all that's what dakine is...Aloha, James "Kimo" Rosen, Publisher.

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"Rest in Peace..." "Obama da Dog"

"Obama da Dog discusses the expression 'Rest in peace,' and wishes everyone to rest in peace!"

Rest in peace is an expression we say  of the dead. We may say, "may so and so rest in peace," after they have expired their life on earth.

I believe it is a phrase that should be used on the living. instead of  saying goodnight or what's happening why not say "rest in peace?"

When  someone is  tired we should be able to say in 'rest in peace.' Instead of saying sweet dreams, good night, see you in the morning, why not say rest in peace?

In the near future  we will examine the phrase 'Have a good one' until that time rest in peace and have a good one.

Editor's note, Dakinetalk guest bloggers do not necessarily represent the opinions of dakinetalk. Guest bloggers are given space to express their beliefs and or opinions. We feel there are many roads and like to give people space to express their thoughts,after-all that's what dakine is...Aloha, James "Kimo" Rosen, Publisher.

"Advances on modern science..." 'Judith Whitehead' (Inspirational Monday)

"Guest-blogger Judith Whitehead lives in Amherst N.Y. and has worked in the ophthalmology field of medicine for over 30 years..." She talks about the modern day invention of electric garage doors...

Advances on modern science

It only took 38 years for us to get an electric garage door opener; I guess we never saw the need. Someone’s car was always stored in the garage and we didn’t open and close it very much. Now that my husband and I are adding a few more birthday candles to the cake, losing my young sons’ brute strength along with the hernias we have…it seemed like a good idea to get some help opening the 2 ½ car garage insulated heavy door.

It is amazing that such a simple tool can invoke so much happiness! We are so delighted each time we need to move a car or get something from the garage that we seem to find an excuse to open the door now. It’s surely the little things that count, isn’t it.

Editor's note, Dakinetalk guest bloggers do not necessarily represent the opinions of dakinetalk. Guest bloggers are given space to express their beliefs and or opinions. We feel there are many roads and like to give people space to express their thoughts,after-all that's what dakine is...Aloha, James "Kimo" Rosen, Publisher