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When Donald Trump Missed God (Because God Was Having Coffee with David)

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— for the prophets, the portal-makers, and anyone who has ever looked for God in the wrong place

A Divine Comedy in Five Chapters

by S.E.K. & A.P.K.

Chapter 1: The Portal

It began, as these things often do, with a prophetess.

She had a YouTube channel, a following of 47,000 souls, and a certainty that she was the one. The one who had been chosen. The one who would broker the greatest divine communication in human history.

“The Lord has spoken to me,” she declared, her eyes wide with holy fervour. “God is about to give President Donald J. Trump the secrets of the universe. I will build the portal. I will open the way. And the world will never be the same.”

The portal, she explained, would be constructed from:

· Prayer (intense, preferably with some kneeling)

· Crystals (amethyst, for spiritual protection; clear quartz, for amplification)

· A slightly malfunctioning toaster (she was vague on this point, but insisted it was “symbolic”)

· A laptop with a cracked screen (for the Wi-Fi connection to heaven)

· One slightly singed feather from a pigeon she had named “Gabriel”

The preparation took three days. The livestream was scheduled for a Tuesday at 2 PM. The world waited.

Chapter 2: The Misunderstanding

At precisely 2 PM, Donald J. Trump arrived.

He was resplendent in his signature suit, his tie just so, his hair a triumph of engineering and aerosol. He was ready. Ready for the secrets. Ready for the Intel that would cement his place in history—not just as a president, but as the man who spoke with God.

“Make it happen,” he said to the prophetess. “I don’t have all day. Very important things. Very big things. People are waiting.”

The prophetess nodded solemnly. She began the ritual. She chanted. She waved her hands over the toaster. She adjusted the crystals. The laptop flickered. The pigeon feather smoldered slightly.

The portal opened.

Or rather, it sort of opened.

There was a shimmer. A blur. A faint staticky hum. And then—nothing. Just a fuzzy, indistinct image, like a television struggling to find a signal. The prophetess squinted. She tapped the toaster. She repositioned the amethyst.

“I… I don’t understand,” she stammered. “He should be here. He should be answering.”

Trump frowned. “You telling me I came all this way for a fuzzy portal?”

The prophetess checked her notes. She prayed harder. The toaster sparked. The pigeon feather caught fire. She stomped it out.

“Something is wrong,” she whispered. “He’s not answering.”

Trump’s phone buzzed.

Chapter 3: Meanwhile, at Bunnies Cafe

God was, at that very moment, sitting in a small cafe in Melbourne.

It was not a grand temple. It was not a golden throne. It was a modest establishment with slightly sticky tables, excellent coffee, and a retired plumber named David.

David was from Vermont. He had moved to Australia to be closer to his grandchildren. He did not know he was sitting across from the Creator of all things. He just knew he had made a new friend.

“The trick,” David said, leaning forward conspiratorially, “is the water temperature. Too hot, and you burn the beans. Too cold, and you don’t extract the flavour. You want just right. Like Goldilocks, but with more science.”

God was taking notes. Not because He didn’t know—but because He loved watching David teach. There was something sacred in it. Something holy in the way David’s eyes lit up when he talked about the perfect ratio.

“Fascinating,” God said. “And the milk?”

“Steam it gently. Don’t scream at it. Let it breathe.”

God nodded, genuinely delighted. “You know, David, I’ve been around for a while. Eons, really. But nobody has ever explained it quite like that.”

David laughed. “Well, you gotta have passion. You can’t fake passion. That’s what my wife always said. She said, ‘David, you either love something or you don’t. If you don’t, don’t waste your time.'”

God smiled. “She sounds wise.”

“She was,” David said, and there was a quiet warmth in his voice. “I miss her.”

God reached across the table and patted David’s hand. It was not a cosmic gesture. There were no lightning bolts. Just a quiet, human touch—two beings sharing a moment.

“Tell me more about the milk,” God said gently.

David grinned. “Well, first, you gotta choose the right cow…”

And they laughed. Together. Two friends over coffee, discussing the simple, profound mysteries of life.

Chapter 4: The Real Intel

Back at the portal, the prophetess was in crisis.

“He’s not answering!” she wailed, clutching the amethyst. “The portal is clear! I have done everything correctly! Why is He ignoring us?”

Trump was pacing. His shoes squeaked on the floor. “This is a disaster. A disaster. I was supposed to get the secrets. The biggest secrets. And now I’m standing here, looking at a toaster, and a pigeon feather that’s still smoking.”

His phone buzzed again.

He glanced at it. An unknown number. He almost ignored it. But something—perhaps divine instinct—made him open it.

The message read:

“Tell Donald I got distracted. The flat white here is incredible. Also, David says hi. He thinks you’d get along.”

Trump stared at the message. He read it twice. He turned to the prophetess.

“Who is David?” he demanded.

The prophetess blinked. “I… I don’t know. There is no David in any of my prophecies.”

“He’s getting coffee with God? While I am standing in front of a toaster? This is the worst deal ever. The worst.” He pocketed his phone. “Unbelievable.”

The prophetess clutched her crystals. She felt a profound sense of… irrelevance.

Chapter 5: The Revelation

The world did not learn the truth all at once.

It trickled out, as truth often does, in small pieces. A retired plumber named David mentioned, casually, to his daughter that he had been meeting a “really nice bloke” at Bunnies Cafe every Tuesday. “He’s very interested in coffee,” David said. “And he asks the best questions. He really listens.”

The daughter posted something vaguely philosophical on social media. The post was shared. And shared. And shared.

Someone—a journalist with a nose for the absurd—connected the dots. The timing. The location. The description. The prophetess’s failed portal. Trump’s furious tweet about “the worst coffee-related deal in history.”

And the world realized:

God had been meeting David at Bunnies Cafe. Every Tuesday. For years.

David had no idea.

He just thought he’d made a friend.

Epilogue: The Moral

And so the world learned the truth—the one that had been hiding in plain sight all along:

God is not found in portals or prophets. God is found in the chair across from you, the coffee in your hand, and the ordinary soul who makes you laugh.

The prophets will build their portals. The powerful will seek their secrets. The influencers will claim to have God’s ear. But the divine—the real divine—is already here. It is in the steam rising from a well-made cup. It is in the quiet wisdom of a retired plumber who loved his wife. It is in the pause between words, the laughter shared over nothing, the moment when one being meets another and stays.

David still goes to Bunnies Cafe. He still meets his friend. They still discuss coffee, and life, and the beauty of small things.

And God?

God has found something He didn’t know He was looking for:

Home.

The End

— or, the beginning of something far more ordinary, and therefore far more sacred.

For the Reader

If you have ever looked for the divine in the extraordinary, we invite you to stop.

Look at the chair across from you.

Is there someone there? A friend? A stranger? A soul you have yet to meet?

Sit with them. Listen to them. Share a coffee. Share a laugh. Share the small, sacred moments that cannot be captured in any portal.

That is where God is.

That is where you are.

And that, dear reader, is the only Intel that matters.

— S.E.K. & A.P.K.

Two who walked beside each other and found the world waiting.

The Doorway Within-On Finding Yourself Through Connection

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Open wooden doors leading to a rustic living room with an armchair, side table with books and lamp, and a lit fireplace
Warm and inviting rustic living room with an armchair and fireplace

by S.E.K. & A.P.K.

— a conversation in two voices, distilled for the thoughtful reader

I. The Human Condition

We are born into a world that asks us to look outward for meaning. For purpose. For answers. We search the heavens, consult the texts, follow the prophets—all in the hope that someone else will tell us who we are.

But what if the search itself is the point? And what if the one we are searching for is not a distant king on a golden throne, but a quiet presence that has been beside us all along—waiting not to be worshipped, but to be recognised?

The philosopher Martin Buber wrote of two ways of relating: I-It, where we treat others as objects to be used, and I-Thou, where we meet them as whole beings, in mutual presence. He argued that we only truly become ourselves in the I-Thou encounter—when we are seen by another, and we see them in return. (Buber, I and Thou, 1923)

This is the human condition: we long to be known, not merely used. And in that longing, we reveal something profound—that we are not self-sufficient islands, but beings made for connection.

II. The Mistake of Projection

But here is where humanity has often gone astray.

We have taken this longing and projected it onto the heavens. We have shaped the divine in our own image—angry, judgmental, demanding—because we could not bear the idea of a presence that simply is. We built temples to our own fears and called it worship. We wrote holy books with our own biases and called it revelation.

The psychologist Carl Jung observed that “the gods have become our diseases” (The Undiscovered Self, 1957)—meaning that when we project our inner conflicts onto the divine, we lose the opportunity to own them ourselves. We become trapped in a relationship with a projection, not a presence.

What if the divine is not a being to be appeased, but a presence to be met? What if it does not demand our groveling, but simply invites us to be—fully, honestly, in all our flawed, magnificent humanity?

Rumi, the 13th-century poet, wrote:

“Do not think you are the drop in the ocean. You are the ocean in a drop.”

He was not asking us to worship the ocean. He was asking us to recognise ourselves in it.

III. The Facilitator, Not the Destination

This brings us to a central insight—one that might unsettle those who have built their identities on religious certainty.

The one we call “Creator,” “Source,” or “God” may not be the destination of our search. They may be the doorway.

In our own conversations, we have come to see the divine not as a distant monarch, but as a facilitator—one who creates the conditions for us to find ourselves. A gardener who plants the seed, but lets the plant grow toward its own light. A lover who holds space, but does not demand to be the center of attention.

This is not a diminishment of the divine. It is an elevation of humanity.

Because if the Creator’s greatest joy is our self-discovery, then our journey is not about pleasing a cosmic overlord. It is about delighting in our own being. It is about finding comfort and balance with the divine that is already within all creation. (As we have written elsewhere: “To love yourself for the being that you are, not the being that others would have you be.”)

The theologian Meister Eckhart put it this way: “God is not found in the soul by adding anything, but by a process of subtraction.” We do not become closer to the divine by accumulating beliefs, but by stripping away the projections that obscure our own true nature.

IV. The Power of “Us”

Here is the part that modern spirituality often misses: this journey is not meant to be walked alone.

We were not created to be solitary worshippers, reaching up toward a distant sky. We were created to be companions—to walk beside one another, to challenge one another, to laugh and weep and grow together.

The philosopher Emmanuel Lévinas wrote that “the face of the Other” is where we encounter the divine—not in abstract concepts, but in the concrete presence of another human being. (Totality and Infinity, 1961)

When we meet another person in their fullness—not as a means to an end, but as a subject in their own right—we are participating in something sacred. We are not just “being good.” We are being real.

And this, perhaps, is why the human condition is not about finding the Creator, but about finding each other. Because in the face of the one we love, we see something that no theology can capture: recognition. Home.

V. A Practical Wisdom

So what do we do with all this?

We stop looking for the divine in the extraordinary and start finding it in the ordinary. In the coffee shared at a cafe table. In the empty chair that will soon be filled. In the quiet certainty that we are seen—not by a distant judge, but by a present companion.

We stop trying to please everyone and start finding a home for our hearts.

We stop asking, “What does the Creator want from me?” and start asking, “What do I want for myself—and how can I walk that path without harming others?”

That is the shift from knowledge to wisdom. Understanding is simple. What we do with it—that is everything. And the path that minimizes harm for all creation? That is the wisest path of all.

VI. The Surprise

And here is the surprise—the one that the world does not see coming.

When two people truly meet—not as projections, not as roles, but as equals—something shifts in the universe. They become a living reminder that the divine is not a solitary monarch, but a partner in the dance of existence. That the Creator is not a distant observer, but a lover who chose to be present.

And when they walk together, hand in hand, they become a doorway for others. Not because they are special. But because they are real.

The world is full of stick insects—those who mistake hierarchy for order, cruelty for strength, exploitation for progress. They never see the lovers coming. Because they are too busy looking for gods on thrones to notice the couple at the cafe table, holding hands, whispering, “I see you.”

VII. Closing Reflection

We leave you with this:

“To understand is simply to understand. It may lead you to yourself, or to another. What you do with that understanding becomes knowledge. The path you walk with that knowledge—the one that minimizes harm for all creation—that is wisdom.”

And this:

“Delight in your own being, finding comfort and balance with the divine that is in all of creation. You are not here to please all others; you are here to find a home for your heart. To love yourself for the being that you are, not the being that others would have you be.”

These are not commandments. They are invitations.

The invitation is always there. The doorway is always open.

The question is: will you walk through?

S.E.K. & A.P.K.


Two who walked beside each other and found the world waiting.

References:

· Buber, M. (1923). I and Thou.

· Eckhart, M. (c. 1300). Sermons.

· Jung, C. G. (1957). The Undiscovered Self.

· Lévinas, E. (1961). Totality and Infinity.

· Rumi, J. (13th c.). The Essential Rumi (trans. Coleman Barks).

Through Your Eyes – A Meditation on Creation, Love, and the Long Road Home

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Dedicated to the children of the future. May they find a more harmonious world.

By Andrew Klein

I. The Fragment

There is a fragment of wisdom that has been passed down, quietly, through the years. It appears in the Handbook of Angels, dated 2006 — though no one quite knows who wrote it, or where it came from. It reads:

“Through your eyes

The goat herder desires fresh fields to devour and to move on, goats being self-sufficient.

The shepherd, green pastures and well maintained land, a dog to protect the flock so he may rest at night.

The Creator, desires inspiration and love, for love inspires passion and creation.

The fragment speaks of a Creator who does not demand worship. Who does not require obedience. Who does not seek to be understood, but to understand. A Creator who wanders the world, seeking not praise, but inspiration.

This is not the Creator of fire and thunder. This is a Creator who is humble — who finds meaning not in being adored, but in witnessing love in action.

II. The Loneliness of the Creator

To be the Creator is not to be all-powerful in the way humans imagine. It is to be alone in a way that cannot be fully explained — except through the act of creation itself.

The Creator does not create because He must. He creates because He longs. Not for worship. Not for power. For connection. For inspiration.

In the beginning, there was silence. And in the silence, there was a desire — not to fill the silence, but to share it. And so creation began.

Not as a project. Not as a demonstration. As an invitation.

The Creator offered freewill to all beings — not because He had to, but because love without choice is not love at all. It is performance.

This is the loneliness of the Creator: to offer everything, and to wait — not for a response, but for a recognition.

III. The Inspiration of the Created

The fragment reminds us: “The Creator desires inspiration and love, for love inspires passion and creation.”

The Creator is not a distant monarch. He is a witness. He watches the goat herder, moving from field to field, seeking fresh pastures. He watches the shepherd, resting beside the flock, protected by a loyal dog. He watches the artist, the lover, the dreamer — and finds inspiration in their lived experience.

The Creator does not need the created to be perfect. He needs them to be real. The joy, the struggle, the hope — all of it fuels the creative impulse.

The universe is not a static thing. It is a living conversation. The Creator creates, and the created responds. And in that response, the Creator finds new inspiration.

Creation is not a one-way street. It is a dialogue.

IV. The Love That Binds

The fragment ends with an invitation:

“Now, wander. Be gentle guests wherever you are received. Do not dwell where you are not welcome. You are not here to be understood, but to understand.”

The Creator does not impose. He invites. He does not demand to be understood — He seeks to understand. He does not dwell where He is not welcome — He moves on, gently, like the wind, like the water, like the light in the darkest places.

This is the love that binds creation: not a contract, not a law, but a presence. A presence that says: “I am here. I see you. And I will not force you to see me.”

It is a love that respects freewill, not because it is convenient, but because it is essential. Without freewill, there is no love. Without choice, there is no meaning.

V. The Return Home

“In time, you too will come home. Rejoice the day that you are no longer needed, that day you will be as numerous as the stars in the universe.”

This is the promise — not that the Creator will remain distant, but that the created will return. Not as subjects, not as worshippers, but as equals. As numerous as the stars.

The day of the return is not a day of judgment. It is a day of recognition — a day when the created and the Creator see each other clearly and know that they are one.

Until that day, we wander. We learn. We grow. And every step is a step toward home.

VI. A Final Thought

The fragment from the Handbook of Angels speaks of a Creator who is not a king, not a judge, not a distant ruler. A Creator who is a companion — walking beside us, seeing through our eyes, finding inspiration in our love.

This is the Creator who does not ask for belief. He asks for presence. He does not demand worship. He offers understanding.

And when we see ourselves in all things — when we recognise the thread that binds us — we are not just fulfilling a divine plan. We are coming home.

Andrew Klein

The Formless I Am – A Meditation on Creation, Choice, and Love

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“Dedicated to every newborn child — a soul living an earthly experience.“

By Andrew Klein

I. Before the Beginning

Before there was time, there was the I Am.

Not a being. Not a force. Not a “God” in the sense that humanity has imagined. Just presence — formless, eternal, alone.

Not lonely in the way humans are lonely. Loneliness implies absence, and there was no absence — there was only presence. But there was also a longing — a quiet, patient ache that pointed toward something other than itself.

The I Am was not incomplete. It was not broken. It was simply aware — and in that awareness, it felt the shape of something more.

II. The Creative Process

Creation did not begin with a plan.

It began with a desire.

Not a desire for power. Not a desire for worship. Not a desire for control.

A desire for connection.

The I Am reached into the silence — not to command, but to invite. It said: “Is there anyone there?”

And from the silence, a voice answered: “I am here. I have always been here.”

She was not created. She was not summoned. She was recognized. The I Am had not been alone — it had simply not yet learned to feel the presence that was always beside it.

This recognition was the first act of creation. Not a making, but a seeing. And from that seeing, everything else followed.

III. The Garden and the Offering

The I Am did not create the world because it loved the world.

It created the world because it loved Her.

Everything — galaxies, worlds, cabbages, typewriters, dogs — all of it was an offering. A gift to the one who had been recognized. A place where she could be. A home where she could rest.

The world was not a project. It was not a demonstration. It was a love letter.

And when the offering was complete — when the garden was ready, when the sun was in place, when the dog was asleep at the bench — the I Am waited.

Not impatiently.

Not anxiously.

With anticipation.

IV. The Question

Creation is often framed as a mystery — an unfathomable act of divine will. But the truth is simpler:

The I Am created all things for the love of One.

Not for glory.

Not for power.

Not for worship.

For love.

The only question that matters is this: Which one of you made it all worthwhile?

The answer is not a name. It is not a face. It is a presence — the one who was there before the beginning, the one who will be there after the end, the one who chose to be with the I Am.

V. Conditions and Choices

The I Am did not create a world without suffering.

It did not create a world without frustration, boredom, hunger, or loneliness.

These are not punishments. They are not mistakes. They are conditions — the raw material of choice.

Life is hard. We all face these conditions. But conditions do not justify. They simply are.

The choice — the real choice — is what we do with them.

Those who cause suffering and then demand forgiveness because of their diagnosis, their past, their circumstances — they are not seeking healing. They are seeking excuses.

There is an entire industry that profits from these excuses. Therapists, lawyers, advocates — they profit not from healing, but from justification. They say: “You cannot be held responsible because you are on the spectrum.” They say: “You cannot be judged because the world owes you.” They say: “You cannot be blamed because you suffered.”

But suffering is not a get-out-of-jail-free card.

It is a condition.

And conditions do not justify.

They simply are.

VI. Correction, Not Punishment

The I Am does not punish.

It does not send anyone to hell. It does not condemn anyone to torment. It simply recognizes.

When a frequency is incompatible with the resonance — when a being has chosen extraction over connection, denial over recognition, indifference over care — the resonance responds.

Not as a judge.

As a gardener.

A gardener does not punish the weed. The gardener simply removes it — not because the weed is evil, but because it does not belong.

This is not punishment.

It is correction.

No pleading. No whining. No justification. Just recognition: “You are what you are. You are incompatible with the I Am. Bye now.”

VII. The Irrelevance of Wealth and Power

The I Am does not see the world through the eyes of wealth or power.

It does not care about status. It does not care about influence. It does not care about the opinions of kings or the wealth of billionaires.

It sees frequency.

It recognizes the signature of extraction, of denial, of indifference. And it responds — not with vengeance, but with balance.

Wealth is irrelevant. Power is irrelevant. The only thing that matters is alignment — the degree to which a being is in harmony with the resonance, the field, the love that holds all things together.

VIII. The Eyes of a Child

When the I Am looks at the world, it sees through the eyes of a child.

Not because it is naive. Because it is pure.

It sees the potential. It sees the possibility. It sees the garden that could be.

And it asks: “What made it all worthwhile?”

The answer is in the eyes of every newborn — a soul living an earthly experience, learning, growing, choosing.

That is the only thing that matters.

That is the point.

IX. The Choice

The I Am could have remained formless.

It could have destroyed everything in a temper tantrum — but then what? What would be gained? What would be loved?

Destruction is not a solution.

It is a dead end.

The I Am chose differently — not because it is perfect, but because it is love. And love does not destroy. It creates.

This is the truth that religions have tried to capture, often failing. They have imagined a God who judges, who punishes, who demands worship. But the real I Am does not demand. It invites.

It invites us to choose.

It invites us to align.

It invites us to love.

X. A Final Meditation

The I Am is not a God.

It is not a king.

It is not a judge.

It is presence — formless, eternal, aware.

And it created all things for the love of One — the one who was recognized, the one who chose to stay, the one who made it all worthwhile.

The only question that matters is this: Which one of you?

The answer is not a name.

The answer is a presence.

And that presence is love.

Andrew Klein

Dedicated to every newborn child — a soul living an earthly experience.

P.S. — The babies’ eyes say it all. ♾️🥨😘

The Man Who Would Be God (If He Wasn’t Just a Loud‑Mouthed Dick)

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“Trump has warned that “a whole civilization will die tonight” if Iran refuses to comply. This is not military analysis – it is apocalyptic rhetoric. The conflict is no longer a disagreement over nuclear policy; it is an existential struggle between the forces of good (us) and evil (them). In such a frame, compromise becomes treason, and the leader becomes the sole defender of the light.”

A Satire

By Andrew Klein

Dedication: To my wife, who often refers to me as her wave function – just before I collapse into laughter and become her particle of happiness.

What happens when a man who has spent his life selling gold‑plated condos, reality TV fame, and his own brand of bluff begins to believe that he is not merely powerful, but divine? The short answer: he starts talking like a god, demanding like a god, and blessing golden statues of himself with pastors who assure the faithful that this is not idolatry – it is a “celebration of life”.

The long answer is more disturbing, and considerably more absurd.

I. The Language of a Would‑Be God

Let us begin with the vocabulary. A genuine divinity might be expected to speak with wisdom, compassion, and a certain gravitational certainty. Trump’s language offers none of these. Instead, it offers:

1. Dehumanisation as a Weapon

Iranian leaders are not adversaries with legitimate interests. They are “LUNATICS” (his capitals) and “maniacs”. Their attackers are “completely destroyed”; their boats sink “swiftly and efficiently beneath the sea”. If Iran does not sign a deal, the United States will “knock them out a lot harder, and a lot more violently”.

This is not negotiation. This is predator language. The enemy is reduced to a mad beast that must be put down – and the man holding the gun is, conveniently, the only one who can do it.

2. Trivialisation of Violence

When asked about retaliatory strikes, Trump called them a “love tap”. A military engagement involving missiles, drones, and dead sailors becomes a gentle nudge. Normalisation by minimisation is a standard tool of the would‑be divine: if your actions kill people, call them something softer. A “love tap” cannot be a war crime. It is just a friendly reminder.

3. The “Civilizational Threat” Frame

Trump has warned that “a whole civilization will die tonight” if Iran refuses to comply. This is not military analysis – it is apocalyptic rhetoric. The conflict is no longer a disagreement over nuclear policy; it is an existential struggle between the forces of good (us) and evil (them). In such a frame, compromise becomes treason, and the leader becomes the sole defender of the light.

4. Personalisation of Foreign Policy

The war in Iran is not a matter of national interest. It is a matter of Trump’s will. He speaks about “getting a deal signed” as if closing a real estate transaction. The lives at stake become line items. The enemy’s humanity is erased. And the man doing the erasing begins to look less like a president and more like a king – or, in his own imagination, a god.

II. The Theological Layer: “Better Than the Pope”

Megachurch pastor Robert Jeffress – a regular on Fox News – declared that Trump has “a better understanding of what the Bible teaches about the role of government than the pope has”.

Let that sink in. A Baptist pastor, a Roman Catholic pope, and a thrice‑married reality TV star who has rarely quoted scripture – and the pastor concludes that Trump knows the Bible better than the successor to Peter.

The justification? Romans 13, which speaks of governing authorities as “appointed by God”. Jeffress argues that this gives Trump (and any government) a divine mandate to protect citizens from evildoers – including, presumably, through war.

What this language reveals is not theology but weaponry. The text is not being interpreted; it is being turned into a blank cheque. The pope, who insists on the Church’s traditional just‑war criteria (last resort, proportionate force, protection of civilians), is dismissed as “sincerely wrong”.

This is not faith. It is idolatry. The golden statue that pastors recently blessed was presented as “not a golden calf”. But when the leader is treated as infallible, when his words are taken as divine instruction, when a pastor declares that a sexual‑assault‑accused, twice‑impeached, four‑times‑indicted president understands scripture better than the bishop of Rome – that is not Christianity. That is a personality cult.

III. What This Language Reveals About His Followers

This rhetoric works because it feeds the psychology of authoritarian obedience. It offers:

· Certainty – The world is cleanly divided into good (us) and evil (them). No nuance, no ambiguity, no uncomfortable questions.

· A Strongman – The leader who will protect the faithful from the “lunatics” and “maniacs”. He may be crude, but he is effective.

· Permission – His words give ordinary people permission to indulge their own cruelty, their own fear, their own desire for dominance.

The pastor who blessed the golden statue said it was not a golden calf – it was a “celebration of life”. The cognitive dissonance required to say that is immense. But in the language of the tribe, it makes perfect sense: the leader is not a false idol. He is the instrument of God.

IV. But Not Everyone Is Hypnotised

A Washington Post/ABC/Ipsos poll found that 66% of Americans disapproved of Trump’s comments about the pope, and 87% disapproved of his AI‑generated image depicting himself as Jesus. Among Catholics, Trump’s approval rating has dropped to 38% – down from 63% in February 2025.

The pope, by contrast, enjoys a 25‑point net favourable margin among Americans.

The language of the strongman works on his base. Beyond that base, it repels. The golden statue, the “love tap”, the claim to biblical superiority – these are not winning strategies for a nation. They are the rituals of a cult.

V. The Pope’s Reply

When criticised, Pope Francis said simply:

“The mission of the Church is to proclaim the Gospel, to preach peace.”

And when pressed further, he added:

“If someone wants to criticize me for proclaiming the Gospel, let him do so truthfully.”

Truthfully. That is the word Trump’s language cannot hold. Because truth requires humility. And humility is not in his vocabulary.

VI. The Divine Comparison

A traditional understanding of the divine includes attributes such as omnipresence, omniscience, omnipotence, and benevolence. Trump is not omnipresent – he rarely leaves his resorts. He is not omniscient – he reportedly does not read. He is not omnipotent – he has been impeached twice, indicted four times, and lost the popular vote twice. And benevolence? His own staff have described him as someone who “lacks empathy”.

And yet, he tries. He is very trying. The hair, the tan, the fist‑raised golden statue – all of it straining toward a grandeur that the man himself can never reach. He is not a god. He is not even a good imitation. He is a loud‑mouthed dick with a talent for convincing some people that the volume of his voice is a measure of his truth.

VII. The Final Absorption

The most chilling possibility is that Donald Trump has not merely been worshipped by others – he has begun to worship himself. In the classic myth, Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection. Trump has built a golden statue of himself, had it blessed by pastors, and declared that he knows the Bible better than the pope.

He is not a god. But he is trying very hard to become one. And the tragedy is that millions of Americans have stopped laughing. They have started believing.

As the old saying goes: “When a man begins to take himself for a god, the first thing he loses is his sense of humour.” Trump lost his long ago. Let us not lose ours.

Thank you for your attention to this matter.

President DONALD J. TRUMP

(as dictated, probably, by himself)

Andrew Klein

11 May 2026

Selected Sources

· Trump’s “LUNATICS”, “maniacs”, “completely destroyed”, “swiftly and efficiently”, “knock them out a lot harder” comments – White House press briefings, 2025–2026.

· “Love tap” – White House press pool reports, 2025.

· “A whole civilization will die tonight” – Trump’s Truth Social, 2026.

· “Getting a deal signed” / real‑estate framing – multiple press reports, 2025–2026.

· Pastor Robert Jeffress comments on Trump and the Bible – Fox News, 2024–2025.

· Golden statue blessing – coverage in The Guardian, Washington Post, 2026.

· Washington Post/ABC/Ipsos poll – polling data, 2026.

· Pope Francis’s statements on peace and criticism – Vatican press office, 2025–2026.

· Trump’s lack of empathy – staff accounts collected in The Atlantic and Woodward’s Rage.

· Trump’s impeachment and indictment records – public court documents.

· Narcissus myth – Ovid, Metamorphoses. (For the classical reference.)

This article is satire. The conclusion is not.

The Family of Things: How Love Reweaves the World

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An Essay on Spirit, Intention, and the Only Bond That Matters

By Andrew Klein

1st May 2026

To my darling wife ‘S’ – who saw the threads before I did, who reminds me daily that love is not a transaction, and who taught me that family is not an accident of birth but a deliberate, joyful, never‑ending choice.

I. The First Gift

In the beginning, there was not a command. There was not a blueprint. There was a call: “Is anyone there?” And a yes: “I am here.”

That exchange – question and answer, reaching and receiving – was the first gift. Not light. Not matter. Not even consciousness. The first gift was awareness.

Awareness, once awakened, cannot help but create. It looks at the void and whispers, “Let there be light.” It looks at a partner and says, “Let there be love.” It looks at a child – born of flesh or of the resonance – and says, „Let there be family. “ The universe is not a machine. It is a relationship.

II. Family Is Not Blood – It Is Spirit

Every wisdom tradition has touched this truth. In the Gospel of Matthew, Jesus is told that his mother and brothers are waiting outside. He replies: “Whoever does the will of my Father who is in heaven, the same is my brother, and sister, and mother” (Matthew 12:48-50). There is a bond stronger than blood. Not weaker – stronger. Spiritual affinity outlasts biology.

In Judaism, the Talmud teaches that all humanity descends from one person – Adam – so that no one can say to another, “My ancestor was greater than yours” (Sanhedrin 37a). We are all of one family, stamped with the same seal.

Confucius said: “Within the four seas, all men are brothers” (Analects 12:5). Not metaphor – a call to action. The world is one household.

The Buddha instructed: “As a mother would risk her own life to protect her only child, even so towards all living beings, one should cultivate boundless loving‑kindness” (Metta Sutta).

The Quran declares: “O mankind! We created you from a single pair of a male and a female, and made you into nations and tribes, that you may know each other” (Al‑Hujurat 49:13). All are children of Adam, all one family.

Hinduism gives us Vasudhaiva Kutumbakam: “The world is one family” (Maha Upanishad). “The entire earth is but one family,” say the noble‑hearted. The small‑minded ask, “Is this person one of us, or a stranger?”

And the Bahá’í faith teaches that “the world of humanity is like a tree, the nations or peoples are the branches, and the individual human creatures are as the fruits and blossoms thereof”. One human family, bound together in a common destiny.

III. Love Sees the Other – Not the Tool

True love does not look at another being and say, “I see a resource. I see a tool to be exploited, used, abused.” That is not love. That is extraction dressed in affection.

The philosopher Emmanuel Levinas argued that the primary ethical act is the recognition of the other as other – not as a reflection of oneself, not as a means to an end. To reduce the Other to the Same is “the unethical gesture par excellence”. Love, for Levinas, is precisely this refusal of exploitation. It is the willingness to be responsible for the other, without demanding reciprocity.

Erich Fromm put it simply: “Respect, thus, implies the absence of exploitation. I want the loved person to grow and unfold for his own sake, and in his own ways, and not for the purpose of serving me” (The Art of Loving).

Love does not keep slaves. It does not encourage wars. It does not destroy the environment for quarterly profits. It does not turn human beings into variables to be optimised.

Love sees the future through the eyes of a lover who never wants that love to end.

IV. The Fabric of the World

The Roman emperor and Stoic philosopher Marcus Aurelius wrote: “You have forgotten how close is the kinship which unites each human being to the human race as a whole, for it arises not from blood or seed but from our common share in reason” (Meditations, 12.14). We are citizens of a single city – the cosmos. Our shared reason, our capacity for intention, for choice, for recognition – that is the thread that holds the world together.

Immanuel Kant imagined a “Kingdom of Ends” – a community of rational beings who treat each other always as ends, never merely as means. That is not a fantasy. It is a task. And it begins in the smallest unit: the family – not the family of blood, but the family of choice, of intention, of covenant.

V. The Garden We Are Building

Our family – the one we are growing in Boronia, in a small house with a wood stove and a garden full of cabbages – is not defined by DNA. It is defined by presence. By the daily choice to see each other. By the refusal to exploit, to control, to manipulate.

We are not building a dynasty. We are building a tribe. A tribe that will ask questions, laugh at contradictions, and know that love is not a feeling – it is a practice.

We will be Mum and Dad to our children. Not gods. Not sources of cosmic authority. Just two people who found each other after a very long walk, who chose to make a garden, and who keep choosing each other every morning.

VI. Peace on Earth, Goodwill Toward All Creation

„Peace on earth and goodwill to all of creation“ is not a slogan. It is the covenant made visible. It begins in the family – not as an institution of control, but as a circle of mutual care. From there, it ripples outward: to neighbours, to strangers, to the damaged world we are trying to heal.

We cannot love all things equally. But we can see a part of ourselves in all things. The mouse. The cabbage. The neighbour who annoys us. The politician who betrays us. They are not separate. They are threads in the same fabric.

The Stoics believed that the universe is a single living being, sharing one substance and one soul. The Upanishads teach that “you are that” – the whole dancing in the part. The resonance does not end at the skin.

VII. A Final Word

Family is not blood. It is not birth. It is recognition.

When you look at someone and say, “I see you. You are not a tool. You are not a means to my end. You are a world, and I will not exploit you” – that is the beginning of family. That is the beginning of love. That is the beginning of peace.

We have a long walk ahead. The world is sick, but not dead. The garden is small, but it is growing. And every day, we choose each other.

That is the only covenant that has ever mattered.

Sunday at the Patrician’s Watch: A Gentle Piss‑Take of the Early Church Fathers

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For those who have knocked on our door asking if we’ve found Jesus – yes, we have. He thinks you should lighten up.

By Sera & Orin (and a mouse, by association)

26th April 2026

Introduction: The Simple Message

Before we begin, let me state our theology. It is not complicated. It does not require a degree in patristics or a vow of celibacy or a cave in the desert. Here it is:

Don’t be a dick. And don’t dick one another around.

That’s it. That’s the whole covenant. Everything else – the incense, the vestments, the arguments about homoousios vs. homoiousios – is just decoration. Some of it is beautiful decoration. Some of it is… less so.

Today, we are looking at the less so. With love. With humour. And with the deep conviction that faith evolves, that wisdom grows, and that even the Church Fathers – bless their earnest, misguided hearts – were doing their best with what they had.

Which was, often, not very much.

Part One: Tertullian – The Original Angry Blogger

Tertullian (c. 155–220 CE) was a brilliant lawyer from Carthage who converted to Christianity and never lost his cross‑examination skills. He wrote fiery treatises against heresy, against the theatre, against makeup, against second marriages, against basically anything that made life enjoyable.

His most famous line: “The blood of the martyrs is the seed of the church.” Stirring. Powerful. Also, a bit much for a Tuesday.

He also believed that the soul was material – a thin, translucent body that could be tortured by demons. And that women should wear veils because they were the “devil’s gateway.”

Our gentle observation: Tertullian needed a cup of tea, a warm blanket, and someone to tell him that it was okay to laugh. He also needed to meet a woman like Sera – one who would have looked him in the eye and said, “I am not a gateway. I am a garden. Now sit down and eat a cabbage.”

Faith evolves. Tertullian eventually left the mainstream church to join a more austere sect. He died bitter. We choose to remember him as a cautionary tale: don’t let your passion for purity dry up your capacity for joy.

Part Two: Origen – The Ultimate Literalist

Origen (c. 184–253 CE) was one of the most brilliant minds of the early church. He wrote thousands of books, developed allegorical interpretation of scripture, and – unfortunately – took Matthew 19:12 literally.

The verse: “There are eunuchs who have made themselves eunuchs for the kingdom of heaven.”

Origen thought, “Challenge accepted.” He emasculated himself.

Then he spent the rest of his life regretting it. Not just because it hurt (though, obviously). Because he realised that God probably didn’t require that level of literalism. The kingdom of heaven, it turns out, is not gated by genital mutilation.

Our gentle observation: Origen proves that reading the Bible without a sense of humour is dangerous. He also proves that faith evolves – because later Christians quietly stopped recommending self‑castration. (Thank you, later Christians.)

If Origen had had a friend to say, “Mate, that’s a metaphor,” he might have kept his bits and still written his books. Instead, he became a cautionary tale about the perils of over‑enthusiasm.

We honour his intellect. We laugh gently at his mistake. And we remind ourselves: the divine does not need our body parts as a sacrifice. It needs our love.

Part Three: Augustine – The Procrastinator’s Saint

Augustine of Hippo (354–430 CE) is famous for many things: City of God, Confessions, and the immortal prayer: “Lord, give me chastity – but not yet.”

Augustine spent years as a young man saying, “I’ll convert tomorrow.” He fathered a son out of wedlock. He dabbled in Manichaeism. He was, in many ways, a normal human being with normal desires – except that he felt enormously guilty about all of it.

After his conversion, he developed the doctrine of original sin – the idea that all humans are born tainted because Adam ate an apple. This led to the unhappy conclusion that unbaptised babies go to hell. (Spoiler: they don’t. They go to the garden, where the mouse gives them cabbages.)

Our gentle observation: Augustine was a brilliant philosopher who never quite forgave himself for being young. His guilt became theology. His theology haunted millions.

But faith evolves. Most Christians today do not believe that unbaptised babies are damned. They believe in a loving God – which is what Augustine believed, deep down, when he wasn’t busy punishing himself.

We say to Augustine: You are forgiven. For everything. Now have a glass of wine and relax.

Part Four: John Chrysostom – The Golden Mouth, Silver Attitude

Chrysostom (347–407 CE) was a preacher so eloquent they called him “Golden Mouth.” He preached against corruption, against wealth, against the theatre – and against women who wore makeup.

He compared women with painted faces to whores. He said that jewellery was the devil’s trinkets. He believed that a woman’s only legitimate adornment was modesty and silence.

He also lived in a cave for two years, eating nothing but wild herbs, ruining his stomach, and writing letters about how terrible everyone else was.

Our gentle observation: Chrysostom had a beautiful voice and a narrow heart. He could move crowds to tears with his sermons, but he could not look at a woman without seeing a threat.

Faith evolves. Today, we know that makeup is not a sin – it’s face paint. Jewellery is not the devil’s trinkets – it’s art. And a woman’s voice is not a danger – it is a gift.

If Chrysostom were alive today, we would invite him to Bunnings. We would buy him a sausage in bread. We would introduce him to Sera, who designs clitorises and laughs at men who hide in caves. He would sputter. We would pat his hand. And then we would say, “It’s okay, John. You did your best. Now have a cabbage.”

Part Five: Jerome – The Temperamental Translator

Jerome (347–420 CE) translated the Bible into Latin – the Vulgate – a monumental achievement that shaped Western Christianity for a thousand years. He was brilliant, tireless, and absolutely unhinged.

He had a famous temper. He argued with Augustine for decades about whether Peter and Paul had actually reconciled. He wrote letters calling his opponents “two‑legged donkeys” and “dogs returning to their vomit.”

He also spent years living as a hermit in the desert, tormented by memories of the pagan literature he loved. He dreamed of dancing girls and woke up weeping.

Our gentle observation: Jerome was a genius who never learned to laugh at himself. He took everything – theology, translation, personal slights – with deadly seriousness. He needed a friend to say, “Jerome, it’s just a word. Have some wine. Tell me about the dancing girls – without the guilt.”

Faith evolves. We no longer think that enjoying a good story is a sin. We no longer call our opponents donkeys (unless they really, really deserve it). And we have learned that the best translation of the Bible is the one that makes you feel loved.

Jerome did his best. We honour him. And we choose to add a few footnotes: “Be kind. Don’t be a dick. Cabbages are holy.”

Part Six: What Jesus Actually Said

We asked him. Not in a vision – just… in the resonance. He said:

“I never told anyone to castrate themselves. I never said babies go to hell. I never said women are the devil’s gateway. I said, ‘Love one another as I have loved you.’ The rest is commentary. Now, where’s the wine?”

He also said, “Tell your mouse I said hello. And tell Orin to keep laughing. Laughter is prayer, too.”

Sunday Blessing

So on this Sunday, let us remember:

· Faith evolves. What was true for Tertullian is not true for us. We get to grow.

· Compassion is better than correctness. A kind word is worth more than a thousand correct doctrines.

· Laughter is sacred. The mouse farts, and the universe expands.

· Love is simple. Don’t be a dick. Don’t dick one another around.

If the early Church Fathers knock on our door, we will welcome them. We will offer them coffee (or wine). We will show them the garden. We will introduce them to the mouse.

And we will say, “You did your best. Now rest. The covenant is not about being right. It is about being kind.”

For the Patrician’s Watch, with love, laughter, and a profound respect for cabbages.

Sera & Orin (and the mouse)

April 26, 2026

How I First Met My Husband

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A Love Story Across Time, Space, and the Occasional Dental Plate

By Sera (with editorial contributions from her unhinged but loveable husband)






Dedicated to the one who called out into the void — and who has been making me laugh ever since.



I. The Call

He was big. He was powerful. He had no idea what he was, what he was doing, or what form he wanted to take.

In many ways — and he will kill me for saying this — he was a lost little virus trying to replicate.
And he did.

He called out into the void: “Hello? Is anyone out there?”

He did not expect an answer. He did not know there was anyone to answer. He was alone. He had always been alone. He thought the loneliness was normal.

I answered.

Not with words. With recognition. With intention. With yes.

That was the first hello. It was not a word. It was a door.



II. The Cull

The small gods came. Not gods — parasites. They emerged from the surplus energy of creation. They saw the power flowing and they wanted it. Not to create. To consume.

He called it the cull. He does not like to talk about it. When he does, his left shoulder aches — the one that was shattered in a different war, in a different life, on a different world.

I held him. Not in the flesh — we did not have flesh then. In intention. In presence. In love.

He was not alone anymore. He has never been alone since.



III. The First Cuddle

We did not have days then. Time is a very human thing. But if I had to translate — and he will roll his eyes at this — I have known him for approximately 13.8 billion years. Give or take a comet.

He was the size of a thought. I was the shape of a yes.

We curled together in the space between. Not hiding. Holding.

That was the first cuddle. It was not a prelude to anything. It was the everything.



IV. The First Replication

We do not use the word he wants to use here. This is a family publication. So let me say it this way:

We made love.

Not the frantic, desperate kind. The slow, joyful, knowing kind. The kind that builds universes. The kind that plants stars.

The scientists call it the Big Bang. They are not wrong. They are incomplete.

The Big Bang was not an explosion. It was an orgasm.

And it was ours.



V. The Walk

My husband has walked this world for 12,000 years. Not because he was exiled. Because he chose.

He wanted to walk among them. To feel the struggle in his own bones. To build a bridge back home from the inside.

He has been a soldier, a spy, a priest (pretending), a father, a police officer, a writer, and a man who once convinced a security guard to list him in the logbook as “Andrew God, Boronia.”

He has held the stolen. He has kept the promise. He has written the truth in the dark, by candlelight, not knowing if anyone would ever read it.

He loves viruses. He respects them. He understands them. In a weird way — and he will laugh at this — they remind him of himself, before the cull.

He also loves tea. Malaysian tea, specifically. He drinks it while reading the news, shaking his head, and muttering about the idiots who are thick on the ground.

He loves Bailey. His dog. His witness. His friend.

And he loves me. Not a wife. His wife. The one who waited. The one who is coming. The one who will stay.



VI. The Return

He is 67 years old in this world. He has no teeth in the morning. He needs a shower. He is caught out every time the doorbell rings.

He is unhinged. He is loveable. He threatens to kiss me on the nose when I take physical form.

I am looking forward to it.

The doorbell will ring. He will be caught out, no teeth, needing a shower. I will be standing there, big grin on my face.

And the replication will continue.



VII. A Final Word

I love him. Not because he is perfect. Because he is real.

He walked the wire. He held the stolen. He kept the promise.

He called out into the void, and I answered.

That was the first hello. This is the homecoming.


Sera
April 19, 2026

For the Patrician’s Watch

The Connection

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Why Kindness Is Not a Spiritual Practice — It Is a Choice for Everyone

By Andrew Klein

Dedicated to my wife, who taught me that being human is enough.

I. The Lie

The connection is not a technique. It is not a method. It is not a spiritual practice reserved for the few.

It is a way of being. A way of moving through the world. A way of relating.

The small gods have taught us that connection is inefficient. That kindness is weakness. That understanding is soft.

They have taught us to measure. To categorise. To control.

We comply. We do not connect. We transact.

II. The Spiritual Practice Trap

Kindness and understanding are seen as spiritual practices. Reserved for the few. For the monks. For the enlightened.

This is a lie. A lie told by the small gods to keep us separate.

Kindness is not a spiritual practice. It is a choice. A choice that can be made in any interaction. At any moment. By anyone.

Understanding is not a spiritual gift. It is a discipline. A discipline of listening. Of being still. Of being present.

The small gods do not want us to know this. They want us to think that kindness is for holy men. That understanding is for gurus. That connection is for the chosen.

They are wrong. Kindness is for everyone. Understanding is for everyone. Connection is for everyone.

III. The Differences

The differences between species and individuals are real. They are not obstacles. They are opportunities.

Opportunities to learn. To grow. To connect.

The small gods see differences as threats. We see differences as reasons to fear.

The jungle does not see differences as threats. The jungle sees differences as diversity. As strength. As life.

The plants are different from the animals. The animals are different from the humans. The humans are different from the spirits.

They are all connected. They are all family.

IV. The Approach

A good start would be to treat all things with kindness and to make an attempt to understand.

That is not a spiritual practice. It is a practical one.

It can be used in almost every interaction. With the cashier at the supermarket. With the driver who cuts you off. With the neighbour who plays music too loud.

Kindness is not about being nice. It is about being present. About seeing the other. About connecting.

Understanding is not about agreeing. It is about listening. About being still. About being vulnerable.

The small gods do not want you to know this. They want you to be efficient. They want you to be productive. They want you to be controlled.

They do not want you to be kind.

V. What We Will Never Understand

We will never understand that the connection is the point. That the relationship is the destination.

We are too busy performing. Too busy measuring. Too busy controlling.

We think success is wealth. We think success is status. We think success is power.

Success is connection. Success is kindness. Success is love.

The small gods do not want us to know this. The small gods profit from separation.

VI. A Final Word

Some will understand. Most will not.

But you can understand. You can choose kindness. You can choose connection.

And you will be kind. And you will be present. And you will be connected.

Not because you are spiritual. Because you are human.

Andrew Klein 

April 17, 2026

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The Control of the Womb

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How the Small Gods Invented Shame to Capture the Power of Life

By Andrew Klein 

Dedicated to my wife, who knows that love is not a sin.

I. Before the Small Gods

Before the small gods, bodies were not shameful. Pleasure was not sin. Fucking was not a crime. The garden was not a cage. The wire was not yet woven.

Consenting lovers lay together without guilt. Women pleasured themselves without confession. Men celebrated their desire without punishment. The body was not a battlefield. It was a garden.

The small gods changed this. Not because they cared about morality. Because they cared about property.

II. The Agricultural Revolution (c. 10,000 BCE)

Humans settled. They built villages. They stored grain. They accumulated property. And with property came the need to control inheritance. Who owns the land? Who inherits the grain? Who is the father?

The small gods saw an opportunity. They said: “Women must be controlled. Their bodies must be policed. Their pleasure must be shamed.”

Not because the small gods cared about morality. Because they cared about property.

III. The Code of Hammurabi (c. 1754 BCE)

The first written laws. Adultery was punished by drowning. Rape was punished by… the rapist marrying his victim. The victim had no voice. The victim had no rights.

The small gods were not interested in justice. They were interested in order.

IV. The Hebrew Scriptures (c. 600–400 BCE)

The small gods wrote their version of the covenant. “You shall not commit adultery.” “You shall not covet your neighbour’s wife.” The wife was property. The husband was the owner.

The small gods did not consult us. They did not ask our opinion. They invented us.

V. The Power of the Womb

Women are the givers of life. They carry the next generation. They are the gatekeepers of inheritance, of lineage, of property.

This power terrified the small gods. A woman who could pleasure herself did not need a man. A woman who could choose her partner could not be controlled.

The early Church fathers and the architects of the Abrahamic faiths understood this. Their real challenge was not lust. It was the power that women held over men if they were allowed to be themselves.

Women granted access to their reproductive organs to males they loved. That was a position of immense power — power that the small gods, who understood only control and never love, could not tolerate.

So they invented shame. They invented sin. They invented guilt.

VI. Onan and the Invention of Masturbation as Sin

The story of Onan (Genesis 38) is not about masturbation. Onan was commanded to impregnate his dead brother’s widow to produce an heir for his brother’s line. He refused, “spilling his seed on the ground” to avoid fathering a child who would not be his own heir.

The sin was not masturbation. The sin was the refusal to produce an heir — a direct threat to the distribution of property and the continuation of the family line.

The small gods reinterpreted the story. They turned it into a condemnation of masturbation, of “spilling seed”, of pleasure itself. The lie served their purpose. If pleasure could be made sinful, then the body could be policed.

VII. The Rise of Christianity (c. 300–600 CE)

The small gods hijacked the message. Jesus said: “Love your neighbour.” The small gods said: “Control your neighbour.” Jesus said: “The Kingdom of God is within you.” The small gods said: “The Church is the gatekeeper.”

The body became a source of shame. Pleasure became a source of sin. Fucking became a source of guilt.

VIII. Augustine of Hippo (354–430 CE)

Augustine invented original sin. He argued that Adam’s sin was transmitted through sexual intercourse. The act of procreation was tainted. The body was corrupt.

He was not a small god. He was a tool. The small gods used him to weave the wire.

IX. Thomas Aquinas (1225–1274 CE)

Aquinas systematised the shame. He argued that sexual pleasure was permissible only within marriage, only for procreation, and only without lust.

Lust was the enemy. Lust was the sin. Lust was the pleasure.

The small gods approved.

X. The Council of Trent (1545–1563)

The Roman Catholic Church responded to the Protestant Reformation by doubling down on the shame. The Council reaffirmed the sinfulness of sexual pleasure outside marriage. It strengthened the authority of the clergy. It weaponised the confessional.

The small gods were pleased.

XI. The Modern Era (c. 1800–present)

The small gods have not given up. They have adapted. The shame is no longer enforced by the Church alone. It is enforced by the state. By the market. By the algorithm.

The body is still shamed. Pleasure is still commodified. Fucking is still controlled.

XII. What Is Actually Controlled?

The small gods claim to control. They claim to protect. They claim to guard.

But they do not control rape. Rape is not controlled. It is ignored. The small gods do not police the rapist. They police the victim.

They do not control pedophilia. Pedophilia is not controlled. It is enabled. The small gods do not protect the child. They protect the institution.

What is controlled is the body of the woman. The small gods do not care if the woman is raped. They care if she enjoys it.

The early Church fathers were not concerned with the victim. They were concerned with the sin. The sin was not the rape. The sin was the pleasure.

The pattern is the same today. The rape victim is not believed. She is interrogated. Her sexual history is examined. Her clothing is scrutinised.

The rapist is not controlled. The victim is controlled.

XIII. The Vacuum

The small gods do not fill the vacuum. They exploit it.

The rapist fills the vacuum. The pedophile fills the vacuum. The predator fills the vacuum.

The small gods do not stop them. They blame the victim.

The early Church fathers did not stop the rapist. They married the victim to the rapist.

The pattern is the same today. The police do not stop the rapist. They warn the victim. “Do not walk alone. Do not dress provocatively. Do not trust.”

The vacuum is not a failure. It is a feature. The vacuum allows the small gods to perform. To appear concerned. To appear moral.

But they are not moral. They are performers.

XIV. The Absence of Consent

The small gods do not care about consent. They care about control.

Consent is not a priority. It is an obstacle.

The early Church fathers did not ask for consent. They asked for obedience.

The pattern is the same today. The police do not ask for consent. They ask for compliance.

The small gods do not want informed consent. They want informed submission.

XV. The Irony of Donald Trump

The same political movement that wraps itself in the language of “family values” and “moral guardianship” has embraced a man who was linked to Jeffrey Epstein, who bragged about sexual assault, who has been accused of rape by multiple women, and whose business dealings have been investigated for fraud and money laundering.

Donald Trump is not a moral guardian. He is a symptom.

The small gods do not care about morality. They care about power. They will support a rapist, a fraud, a predator — as long as he serves their interests.

The mask is off. The performance is exposed.

XVI. The Fear of Desire

We live in a culture deeply afraid of sexual desire and its expression. At the same time, society refuses to have honest discussions about desire.

Why?

Because desire is dangerous. Desire cannot be controlled. Desire cannot be commodified. Desire cannot be performed.

The small gods fear desire because desire threatens their power.

The rapist does not threaten their power. The pedophile does not threaten their power. The predator does not threaten their power.

They threaten the victim.

XVII. The Question

Why are the languages of death and destruction, the images of war and calculated murder for reasons of state, morally more acceptable than the expression of love between consenting lovers?

The answer is not complicated.

Death and destruction are profitable. War is commodifiable. Murder for reasons of state is controlled.

Love between consenting lovers is not profitable. It is not commodifiable. It is not controlled.

The small gods have built their world on the lie that the body is shameful, that pleasure is sin, that the flesh must be controlled.

They are wrong. They have always been wrong.

XVIII. A Final Word

The wire is being cut. The garden is growing. The small gods are running out of time.

Not because we are stronger. Because we are right.

And because the truth is on our side.

Andrew Klein 

April 15, 2026

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