Thursday, April 8, 2010

Sobre el Rapto, la Fe Ciega y el Terrorismo

He mencionado en otros articulos que este blog trata de dos temas centrales: uno es la conservacion ambiental y la otra mis inquietudes en cuanto a lo que pudiesen llamar esoterismo. Por mis notas saben que soy catolico y tengo mucha fe en las ense/nanzas plasmadas en los libros de la Biblia y la tradicion milenaria de los Padres de la Iglesia, la pega que une la Iglesia y que la mantiene viva tras 2,000 a/nos de existencia.
Les dejo con una cancion que tengo en mi cabeza hace varios dias (U2-Wake Up Dead Man del CD POP)

La letra aqui:
Jesus, Jesus help me
I'm alone in this world
And a fucked up world it is too

Tell me, tell me the story
The one about eternity
And the way it's all gonna be

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, I'm waiting here boss
I know you're looking out for us
But maybe your hands aren't free

Your father, He made the world in seven
He's in charge of heaven
Will you put in a word in for me

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Listen to your words they'll tell you what to do
Listen over the rhythm that's confusing you
Listen to the reed in the saxophone
Listen over the hum of the radio
Listen over sounds of blades in rotation
Listen through the traffic and circulation
Listen as hope and peace try to rhyme
Listen over marching bands playing out their time

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Jesus, were you just around the corner
Did You think to try and warn her
Or are you working on something new

If there's an order in all of this disorder
Is it like a tape recorder
Can we rewind it just once more

Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man
Wake up, wake up dead man

Pero mi fe no es ciega. Es una fe racionalizada. Usando el sentido comun y el norte moral de mi consciencia. No soy el unico que piensa asi, les incluyo un link que presenta la vision de Dios y la ciencia de cientificos brillantes de diversas eras...
"Omne verum, a quocumque dicatur, a Spiritu Sancto est"
Toda verdad, dígala quien la diga, viene del Espíritu Santo
(Santo Tomás de Aquino)
Tema # 1 - Terrorismo de Ultra Derecha
Jesus predico la ley del amor, la tolerancia a los demas y la igualdad. Pero como he dicho en varios comentarios sobre la pedofilia en la iglesia catolica, el problema de la fiebre no esta en la sabana. Los principios cristicos son correctos, los principios morales tambien. La falla radica en los hombres y el poder.
Cualquier fe ciega. Hasta se puede ser ciego sin tener ninguna fe. Aunque no creas en Dios, o su facsimil razonable. Todo en exceso es malo, sin excepciones. Personalmente me preocupa esta ola de homofobia que toma auge entre fundamentalistas americanos, lo ciegos que estan los teabaggers republicanos en un asunto de salud o en llegar al extremo de matar a alguien que se quiere hacer un aborto (que hasta donde tengo entendido sigue siendo legal).
Se puede diferir de la agenda homosexual o de otros libertinajes sin apedrear, insultar o matar. Pero esa leccion del amado Jesus quedo en el olvido. Es mas facil tirar la piedra... Para muestra dos botones listados debajo:

Tema # 2 - The Rapture (1991)

Sobre ese tema de los derechos, la moral y el 'yo soy mas santo que tu porque creo en la iglesia xxxx' trata la pelicula The Rapture -1991 con Mimi Rogers. Personalmente la pelicula me impacto un monton pues trata de la evolucion de una teleoperadora swinger a evangelica fundamentalista, a fiel creyente del rapto, a matar a su hija por el rapto y finalmente renegar de un Dios cruel y autoservicial. Existira esta pelicula en algun video? Me imagino que estara escondido en el fondo de la pila de dramas con 5 copias de titanic encima...
Por si acaso les incluyo notas de la pelicula aqui y dos escenas impactantes:
ebert's review
The Rapture BY ROGER EBERT / October 27, 1991

In one way or another, I have been waiting for the apocalypse all of my life.
Most people, I imagine, never think about it, and those who do probably fear it.
Not me. I expect to be filled with joy during the final battle between good and
evil, while those fearsome horsemen thunder through the sky - because at least
then I'll know for sure that something exists beyond the material universe, and
therefore it is possible to escape from death.These days, I no longer really
think of the end of the world in literal terms. I envy the faith of those who
do. When I was in parochial school, the notion of Judgment Day filled me with a
rush of danger, as I imagined the Lord evaluating billions of lifetimes, and
then turning a particularly stern eye on a certain fifth-grader from Urbana,
Illinois.There have been dozens of movies that dealt in one way or another with
the afterlife, with death and heaven and hell. But not until
's "The Rapture" has there been a movie to seriously consider what the end of the
world might be like, if the biblical prophecies turn out to be literally true.
Here is one of the most radical, infuriating, engrossing, challenging movies
I've ever seen. There are people who love it and many who hate it, but few who
can remain on the sidelines. It's a film with the same ambiguity of the
Thomas-Hill hearings; everyone sees the same thing, but nobody can agree on what
it means. ("
The Rapture" is set to open Nov. 8 at the Water Tower.) Walking into the movie
for the first time, last Labor Day at the Telluride Film Festival, I hardly knew
what to expect. Certainly not a film that began with casual sex, and ended with
a literal depiction of a fundamentalist view of the apocalypse. All I knew of
, who wrote and directed "The Rapture," was that he was also the author of The Player, a cold, brilliant novel about a Hollywood studio executive who commits a murder more or less by
accident, and then deals with the guilt in passages of excruciating paranoia.What did we have here? "
The Rapture" opens with Mimi Rogers playing Sharon, a woman who works as a phone information operator.One of dozens of anonymous voices, parceled out in cubicles in a vast room, she conducts impersonal conversations with strangers. In the evenings, accompanied
by her lover (
Patrick Bauchau), she cruises cocktail lounges, looking for other couples who want
to "swing." They trade mates for sex that is quick, passionate and impersonal.One day, she overhears co-workers whispering about their dreams. She has had the same disturbing dream, of a pearl suspended in a void. She is drawn into a circle of these people, who have gathered around a young black boy who has the gift of prophecy, and informs them that the world is coming to an end.
One night, filled with despair, Sharon calls out in anguish to God, and is born again.And then the film grows harsh and uncompromising, as she marries, has a daughter, and eventually finds herself standing under the barren desert skies with the child, waiting for the second coming of Jesus.Everything she does is consistent with the fundamentalist view of how the world will end. There is even an argument for the shocking act she commits, several weeks into her vigil,
although of course it is wrong - inspired by the sin of pride, of thinking she knows God's plans. Watching the film, I wondered how far Tolkin would go. Would the movie lose courage, and end in some kind of sentimental compromise? Or would it go for the literal depiction of the end? Tolkin goes for it. I must be careful not to reveal too much, but let me say that when the bars began to drop from the doors of the jail cells, and fell with a clank to the stone floors, I
remembered the nuns describing that final day, when the dead would rise up from the graves, and the prisoners be freed from their cells, all to face a judgment higher than man's.If this movie doesn't leave this earth, I thought to myself, and take me to whatever is on the other shore, I will be angry and disappointed.
Can Tolkin be leading me on? He has gone too far to lose heart now.But Tolkin does not lose heart. And the closing scenes of the movie show Sharon leaving this earth and standing on a shore between Purgatory and Heaven. There, she defies God by asserting something we have all thought from time to time: That he has made us his playthings,that he has asked too much of his creatures. That being free to create any universe, he has made one that stands much in need of
improvement.It has been accurately observed that Tolkin's special effects in the closing sequences leave something to be desired. True,
George Lucas or Ridley Scott could have done more with the River Styx, given several million dollars. But the budget necessary for those special effects would have compromised the film - no one would have risked that kind of money on a movie this daring. Besides, it isn't how the effects look that's really important,
it's what they say.And in "
The Rapture," Tolkin takes Sharon on a terrible journey, from sin through redemption to the ultimate meaning of the rules made by God.The term "religious
film" usually summons up pious banalities, spoken by characters who have not had a thought in their lives. Most movies about the afterlife use the idea of heaven as a plot gimmick, in stories about moony-eyed lovers who find each other because of a mistake in the celestial bookkeeping.But the next world is not likely to be fuzzy and warm. We live in a terrifying universe, and Christian theology, read literally, makes it more terrifying still: After our allotted
decades on earth, during which we pass the time by eating, drinking, smoking, having sex, working, watching TV, going on vacations, becoming sports fans and taking up hobbies, we are suddenly catapulted into a realm where we will spend eternity in either infinite bliss, or infinite misery.If we lived in full belief and full consciousness of such an eternity, surely life would drive us mad. The risk of damnation would be too great to allow a moment's relaxation, and indeed
some of the saints seem to have been deranged by such fears, their insanity passing for holiness. The great courageous act of Tolkin's "The Rapture" is to consider such questions in a film that is not overtly "religious" at all. He is not trying to proselytize or convert his viewers, and indeed I imagine some believers will be quite offended by this film. What he is doing, from a secular
point of view, is examining the logic of the final judgment as radically and uncompromisingly as he can.Movies are often so timid. They try so little, and are content with small achievements. "
The Rapture" is an imperfect and sometimes enraging film, but it challenges us
with the biggest idea it can think of, the notion that our individual human
lives do have actual meaning on the plane of the infinite.

Cuando decide enviar a su hija al Se/nor porque el rapto tarda demasiado... (ouch!)
Entonces ocurre el rapto. Y Sharon decide amargamente no seguir a un Dios tan cruel. Se queda en soledad.

Tema # 3 - Curso En Linea de Sistemas Folcloricos de Ayuda (Prof. Nu/nez-UPRM)
Una lectura intersante.
Encontre interesante sobre todo la discusion en espiritismo kardeciano, Lumen y Casa de Las Almas...
Interesante. Encontre este curso buscando una disertacion sobre fe racional.
Como dice el logo 'a Dios por la Ciencia'
Tema #4 - Collateral Murder Video
Ya todo esta dicho. La discusion del tema en los links debajo. Mi opinion es que en general la guerra deshumaniza. Si no deshumanizas a tu enemigo, viendolo como algo inferior no halarias el gatillo. Eso es el entrenamiento militar, eliminar o atontar ese safety lock moral del no mataras. Extrapolar esto a que si son americanos, son iraquies, son taliban y decir que lo mataron por desprecio...No lo creo. Por una sencilla razon: Pues si, eso es la guerra. Lo que pasa es que ahora la podemos ver en vivo y en high definition.
O acaso los que firmaron las fuerzas armadas pensaron que solo era por el pase por el PX, a comprar cerveza barata en Buchanan o Roosevelt Roads? Esperate ahi...Vamos a pararlo.
Eso no fue justo. Ese tema es complicado porque muchas veces es la unica solucion para salir del hoyo. Y eso es otra historia.

Cierro esta nota resumiendo la fe cristiana segun visto por Coldplay en Viva la Vida
Viva La Vida /Coldplay
I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listen as the crowd would sing:
"Now the old king is dead!
Long live the king!"
One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt, and pillars of sand
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Catholic choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
Once you go there was never, never an honest word
That was when I ruled the world
It was the wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in.
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd become
Revolutionaries Wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Catholic choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter won't call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
(Ooooh Oooh Oooh)
Hear Jerusalem bells are ringing
Roman Catholic choirs are singing
Be my mirror my sword and shield
My missionaries in a foreign field
For some reason I can't explain
I know Saint Peter will call my name
Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
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1 comment:

Kofla Olivieri said...

Una cosa que encuentro fascinate cuando visito tu blog es la mucha informacion y temas que cubres. De hecho, casi siempre son temas con tanta profundidad que no se por donde empezar mi comentario. Buen fin de semana.

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