Maybe there is an intelligence, a species, that created, or transmogrified something, into humans, and, because of its intelligence, knowledge and power, it, them or they, try to rule over humans, and perhaps THAT’S what some humans call God.

If that intelligence and power exists, it, them or they are demi-gods, probably not God, not Source, but, it doesn’t matter that it them or they are not God or Source. If they have the knowledge and power to destroy us or cause havoc and hell, that’s like unto a God who gives or takes life.

Demi-Gods can be a father, mother, mayor, Governor, president, dictator, despot, tyrant, your boss at work, a bully, a criminal in an alley gonna bop you for your money, or a more intelligent and powerful being from a planet not earth, who may have created humans and who will whop your ass if you don’t do what you’re told or as written.

If an advanced intelligence and power transmogrified or created humans, then whatever its intent was in so doing is sort of irrelevant because, whether it wants us to be good and heavenly for goodness and heaven sake, or wants us to be his slaves, that power (according to all that is written) is gonna smack you silly if you ain’t good enough at either one.

It’s kind a obvious we didn’t create ourselves and don’t run our bodies (except when they tells us to run to the toilet–AUTOMATED EARLY WARNING SYSTEM (so we don’t poop ourselves) and we didn’t create the planet or keep it flying, and systems of all kinds were in place before we ever got here, so to say something stupid like “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for,” is kind-a stupid because obviously waiting for and heralding a being who can’t make dirt or a bug or run its own body (except for its mouth) is kind-a stupid and nothing to celebrate.

So what’s the point? The point is, whether we are slaves to do work or ordered to be good, either way, if we don’t obey, they beat the shit out of us for all eternity (plus during their lunch hour).

Anyway, you can believe whatever you want about life and suffer the consequences when what is real, what is reality (like when someone smacks you in the face with a Rhubarb pie and you get to suffer the delicious consequences.

If your religion or theology or philosophy or theory gives you comfort, good, but if you enjoy using it as a weapon to beat-down unbelievers) may the blue-bird of happiness fly up your nose and tickle your liver. nem