Catholic Church and Mind Control - perfect together.

Everything is connected.  Those three words are the basis for understanding it all.  Once you begin to see the patterns, the weave, so much more can make sense to you.

Let's go back in time...to the Middle Ages.  We could really look at any historical period, but I happen to like this one.

Think of a landscape dotted with tiny kingdoms.  On this hill, Sir Farmsalot.  Over there, Lord Goestowar.  Each little empire its own entity, with limited, if any communications between themselves.  Each self sufficient, with its own craftsmen, laborers, and administration.  For centuries, people lived this way, in rhythm with nature, the seasons, and a fundamental understanding that this is the only rock we have to stand on, and if we piss on it long enough, well...  somewhere we lost that concept.

In the Middle Ages, people were essentially condemned to spend their lives within the class into which they were born.  There weren't many choices.  At the top of society were the royals.  These were those families that had seized and held power long enough that everyone else became convinced that they were somehow 'blessed' or 'divinely inspired'.  They are still around today, although their actual political power is but a shadow of what it once was.  Their word was law.  They could, and did, have literal power of life and death over the people who worked on their estates.  Ordinarily, that was simply - go move that rock, plow that hillside, chop down that forest.  However...

There has always been a need for humans to prove their superiority over each other.  Men like this game a lot.  Women, not so much.  (Here is one of those generalities I referred to in the Forewarn.  Of course there are exceptions.  Now hush.)  In the never ending quest to prove who possesses/controls more, blood has been spilled over and over.  Not royal blood, by and large, but ordinary people blood.  No one ever thinks about the battlefields.  All over Europe, massive amounts of blood and body parts littered what were grain fields.  When the war moved on, what happened to those blood-soaked fields?  Where did people raise their grain once nothing would grow?  It wasn't the nobles who went hungry, although their orders were the ones that caused the devestation.  Think anything has changed in 500 years?

Battlefields exist wherever humans do.  And if humans can't find a worthy opponent close at hand, they will travel extreme distances to kill each other.  Hence, the Crusades.

Honestly, have you ever heard of anything so stupid?  One group of people WAY down here have a different name for their Pious Legend than we do...so let's go beat some sense into them!  Our Pious Legend simply cannot abide the idea of another Pious Legend having more followers...so lets travel a thousand miles and chop off the heads of everyone that doesn't say the right words!  God has ordered this...and we must obey.

And for two hundred years, this insanity continued.  Wave after wave of Crusader zeal ...well...let's be realistic.  In those armies of the faithful, marching to Jerusalem to rescue it from the infidels, exactly how many do you suppose knew where they were and why they were there?  When was the last time you went and did nasty things because the government ordered you to?  Been to DMV lately?  Nothing changes.  Granted, there are probably a few fewer heads rolling at a DMV office than on the battlefields of the Holy Land...but aside from that...

Holy Land.  Holy shit.  How can you possibly refer to a place as H-O-L-Y Land, then proceed to kill thousands of people there in the name of a loving god?  My god loves me, so I must kill you.  God is love, so I must kill you.  Exactly how was all this killing supposed to work, anyway?  Since the dead cannot be converted (except into compost)...obviously the goal was not to increase the word of god, to build up support for his teachings and rules...no, the intent was obviously to destroy the other side.  And their Pious Legend in the process.  And why not?  It worked so well 500 years or so earlier...

Let's go back even farther.  It is the Dark Ages ...and many, many groups are beginning to explore those islands off the coast of Europe.  Some find their way to what is now called the UK - what I once was taught were "the British Isles."  Many of the first peoples to establish themselves were from what we now call 'oral cultures'.  They did not carry written books with them, but kept their histories, stories, lessons, etc. in their heads, and recited them to share the information.  How many preachers would be successful if their professions required them to carry the entire Bible around in their heads?  The information carriers - sometimes referred to as Druids- were highly respected and honored.  They were responsible for the continuation of knowledge and were so valuable that it was said they could walk into the middle of the most heated battle and be assured that they would not be hit by either side.  Merlin, of the King Arthur legends, comes down to us with some of the Druidic characteristics, if you need a mental image.

What happened?  Religion happened.  Once the Catholic Church reached those islands, it was all over.  They systematically hunted down the Druids and dispatched them handily.  Once you cut off someone's head, all the information that was in there falls to the ground as well.  In one of those (seemingly) weird twists, it was also the Catholic Church that saved some of that Druidic knowledge.

One of the few beautiful things that the Church produced were illustrated manuscripts.  These were the pride of many, and a monk who could produce such was highly valued.  Monastaries all over Europe were cranking these out...well, at the rate of one every couple of years, hardly cranking as we understand the word...but making them, saving them, hoarding them, and now we have them.

One of the most beautiful of these handcrafted volumes has become known as the Book of Kells.  How beautiful?  Take a look...

That is the letter T.  T is for Tooth, obviously, and terrible, and terrific, and twisted!

And in seeking out material to illustrate (or illuminate, as it is also called), those crafty monks wrote down what had only been recited up to that point. They changed it up, naturally.  They worked for the Church, after all, and the Church has always felt that it was free to make it up as it went along.  The Church is infamous for stealing native or indiginous beliefs, throwing a little Christian Magic Dust on them, and handing them back.  Just look at the history of Oestara .  ( I will deal more completely with theft and the Church in a later blog...but for now, try and accept that they did these things.)

The epic poem Beowulf is the best example that I can think of, and I just realized that this topic needs its own blog...so let's get back to the oral tradition, and its destruction at the hands of the Catholics. When the Crusades begin, 500 years later, in the Middle East, the Catholics are STILL trying to decimate anything that is not in their worldview.  Kill people, kill their ideas, kill their god.  The Church has always known that ignorance is one of their most potent weapons.  Keep people from learning anything, and you have a captive mental audience.  Tell them on Sundays that being good and doing what, exactly what, they are told will keep them from suffering eternal tortures.  Remember, these lessons are being delivered to people whose present lives are pretty much shit.  Threaten them with worse conditions...forever...and you have the basis for mind control on a massive scale.  And the Church used that mercilessly.  All that 'tortures of the damned' stuff?  Propaganda, put there to keep the masses under control, terrified, and stupid.

So now, you are the leader of a massive group of sheeple.  Some nearer the top get the underlying issues, the economic and political reasons that the Church was so interested in that part of the world, but by and large, the masses who meandered toward the Holy Land in rag tag armies had no idea where they were going, just that when they got there, they were going to kill unbelievers.

Imagine that.  Just because you don't park in the same lot on Sunday - you deserve to die.  Just because you choose to slam your head on the ground instead of slamming one knee before the altar, you deserve to die.  Just because you refuse to accept that sour grape juice and failed bread magically become blood and flesh inside your own body - you deserve to die.  Just because you understand fucking, and how babies are made, and holy shit - if Mary was never properly fucked - she still had a hyman when it came time to give birth.  Just like a man.  Find her, Fuck her, forget her.  That must have been a BITCH! - and does the Holy Father give exactly one fuck?  Yep - that's exactly how many he gave.  One into Mary's ear...knocked her up...left her virgo intacto...then expected her to push out the kid in a fucking horse trough...with shepherds and kings all standing around gazing adoringly at Mary's ragged torn open pussy...and they expect women to WORSHIP this shit?  Should never have let us learn to read, fatherfuckers.

Anyway - that is the royals.  The apex of the pyramid that was Middle Ages society.  There were always more royals than thrones, which was a huge part of the problem.  Some of the royals weren't so much royal - the second, third, fourth sons, etc.  Under the laws of primogeniture, the first male heir got the whole taquito, and all those 'spare heirs' got bupkus.  Another form of female oppression - women have to birth all these offspring - under lethal conditions in many cases - and have to KEEP birthing them just in case one or two get lost along the way.  And when all the survivors grow up - only the oldest male gets anything.  All others have to make do with whatever else turns up - in many cases, this was the Church.

The Church became the refuge of younger sons, inconvenient daughters (basically ALL daughters were inconvenient if they could not be married off for gain) and those royal offspring unfortunate enough to be born "on the wrong side of the blanket."  More male dominated stupidity.  Of the two parents that each child requires in order to exist - only ONE can ever be proven beyond the shadow of a doubt (without elaborate and expensive DNA testing) and that is the parent from whose body that child emerged.  This simple natural fact has frustrated and pissed off men for centuries.  ESPECIALLY when they have that idiotic sense that their sperm is somehow superior to other sperms, and that only the result of THEIR sperm is worthy enough to occupy space at their table.  Insane.  This concept became much easier to explain after people got used to the character of Jon Snow, in Game of Thrones.  Bastard children were not accepted, regardless of skills, talents, or abilities.  But something had to be done with them, and in the Middle Ages, that often meant the Church.  The same applied to the younger children, who could not inherit anything on which to support themselves.  Again - generalities.

These people had no calling for a religious life.  They did not have a passion to serve.  They needed a comfy rabbit hole, and the Church enfolded them.  Their behaviors were not godly.  Their attitude was one of indulgence, and using the Church as a hunting ground was more common than not.  They had about as much business calling themselves "holy" as pedophile priests do today.

Geoffrey Chaucer wrote about Medival English society when he penned his great work "Tales of Canterbury", and he saved some of his most scathing condemnations for those people "of the church", whose behaviors are appalling.  For example, Chaucer speaks of a monk... (remember monks are those guys in the long brown robes with the chrome dome haircuts who are supposed to be out doing good works and begging for alms) - well...this represents the kind of monk that Chaucer saw around him...

Hardly the aesthetic religious personage existing on bread and water while he heals the sick, tends to the animals and makes all that trappist monk brand wine and jelly and all...

This is the kind of "religious" person that most ordinary people in the Middle Ages would see - not the Archbishops and High Up Muckity Mucks - but the lower echelon grandiose fools - who are NOT exactly representing well.  Chaucer has much to say of monks...



A MONK ther was,
a fair for the maistrie,
An outridere,
that lovede venerie,
A manly man,
to been an abbot able.
Ful many a deyntee hors hadde he in stable,

And whan he rood, men myghte his brydel heere
Gynglen in a whistlynge wynd als cleere
And eek as loude as dooth the chapel belle



Of course, he said it in Middle English. Let's see how much I remember... (there is a translation on the page I linked above, but, I like the way my head does it better. Phhhbt.)


There was a monk, who was fair (good looking) in the highest degree (He had mastered looking good)
A rider-out (monks usually did not leave their monastaries, but this one did)
That loved hunting (Monks aren't supposed to like to kill)

A manly man who was capable enough of being an abbot (kind of like a middle manager in a huge corporation)
He had many dainty horses in his stable (monks are not supposed to possess ANY worldly goods, let alone 'dainty' (expensive, fine looking) horses (plural)


And when he rode, men could hear his bridle (the hardware used to control a horse) jingling in a whistling wind as loud and clear as a chapel bell.


This set of lines is simply brilliant satire on Chaucer's part. This monk, who should be walled up in a monastary on bread and water, praying, is, instead, out riding through the countryside on his fine horses.

His gear for those horses is so heavy with metal (an indication of obscene wealth) that it jingles as he rides. Chaucer snarkily compares the sound of that heavy metal to that of a chapel bell - reminding all of us where that monk SHOULD be!!!


Chaucer does not spare other religious figures, and those will be dealt with in due course. However, this will be enough for now. Read up on the General Prologue if you can, as I will refer to it throughout these pages.