True Blasphemy

How Your Faith Mocks Your God

The ultimate blasphemy is to deem your creator so petty as to be offended by insignificant ol’ you, as to be captured by human insecurity and jealousy (by its own admission) when faced with your scepticism or lack of faith.

How you dirty the concept of divinity by portraying it as petty and lowly as a frail human…

You offend your god when you attribute to it human inferiority complexes and spiteful pettiness. You dishonour your creator when you imagine it as a satanic, cruel, and terrifying being with mentally challenged behaviours, when you see him as a tyrant ruling via fear or bribe, dangling in front of you a carrot while whipping you with a stick, thus nullifying any meaning in the faux “virtues” you reluctantly pretend to perform just to avoid punishment, or to feed your narcissistic need of living forever.

You blaspheme when you describe your god as being petty and vindictive, cruel and controlling, a micromanager who has nothing better to do — no higher consciousness — than to take diligent note whether you ate shellfish or chopped off your foreskin or jerked off. How petty your idea of “god” must be, a god that gives you physical urges, tempts you with the “tree of knowledge” right in front of you, knowing full well it made you curious by your nature, and then forbids you to succumb to your nature that was forced on you.

How you dishonour your own god when you assign such ridiculously pathetic traits to it, traits that would dishonour any human, let alone a deity.

I wrote this comment under a related post of mine:

“…with regards to the entity that has created us, I don’t think it cares one bit about us. It is so beyond us that it is impossible to be offended by us. To presume that what made us takes seriously anything we do or don’t do brings me back to your initial statement: that we think we’re gods. To assume we can offend a god is to see ourselves as gods. We aren’t. Nothing we do matters, especially not to our creator. This is demonstrable and deduced by witnessing how indifferent nature is to us: War, tragic accidents, random fatal disease, birth deformities, evil ruling the world and our souls.”

The average human is more honourable, more compassionate, more mentally stable, and more moral than the disgusting, hate-worthy “god” of Abraham; Yahweh, Allah, or whatever silly name is given to that pathetic excuse for divinity.

Allah… the sleazy pimp of the afterlife, so pathetic and insecure he needs to bribe his followers with sex slaves and servant boys in exchange for their submission. I wonder how many males would choose to believe in the nonsense of Islam had this “promise” of 72 virgins in an endless orgy in paradise never been made. I wonder how many males would choose to believe in the ridiculousness of Islam if it similarly promised 72 black guys to Muslim women.

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If you imagine and portray the demiurge of this reality to be as petty, silly, and psychotic as Yahweh or Allah, then you insult the demiurge, not that the demiurge would care.

You are guilty of the worst type of blasphemy when you believe that the creator of this reality is as petty as to give a f*ck what its lowly, insignificant creations do. That’s like a video game programmer being offended by the NPCs in his software creation when they insult the gamer — behaviours that were programmed in them, no less.

If hubris is the ultimate sin, then consider that it is the ultimate manifestation of narcissism to believe that you have absolutely any power to affect your creator’s “feelings”, or even to assume that mere human-like emotions are inherent in such an entity. You are the blasphemer here, assuming that your existence is great enough to merit any capacity in your creator’s consciousness or even awareness.

You blaspheme when you believe that your creator is as human-like — emotionally triggered and fragile — as a cartoonish Olympian god.

I, the areligious, no less, respect our creator enough to reject the religions that characterise it as jealous, petty, vindictive, and cursed with the laughable vulnerability of being offended by mere humans jerking off or succumbing to the instincts that this same creator imbued them with. I venerate the demiurge (assuming there is one) by imagining it as far removed and beyond human insignificance.

When your faith is by definition blasphemy, perhaps it’s time to reevaluate your beliefs, not that the demiurge gives any credence to your lack of faith, but because you dishonour yourself through the arrogance of presuming you matter to divinity that is demonstrably indifferent to you.