The Metaphysics of True Gospel Christianity

Part II. THE METAPHYSICS OF GOSPEL CHRISTIANITY
-applied today ....



As voluminously explained elsewhere, and I taught for 20 years at Harpur College, this mantra ("TAX CUTS FOR THE RICH") is code for killing children.

Also: for Child sacrifice, as philosophy of religion speaks of it, dated in the not-too-distant past. They were still tossin' 'em into Moloch's volcanic jaws in Carthage in Roman times.

The story of baby Jesus, born of the Virgin Mary*, was of Our** fetal hero, one who grew up to understand and confront this Group-psychotic behavior pattern all the way through. Old Biblical Jews of the period, remnant of an earlier advanced civilization clustered around Jerusalem, were chosen* as vehicle of this message-from-Above*. It, this Word-before-Words existed, was redeemption*** for humanity who believed in, and followed the path of fetal Hero* from Birth to Death.

***In the sense of deliverance from the accursed religious practice of child sacrifice. *And it was precisely these Old Jew's voices, whose bond of identity traced to this practice, who called "crucify him!", as he willingly hung on the Cross to complete the totality of His**** mission.

The asterisks mark the major psychosemiotic moments of GOSPEL CHRISTIANITY, as I was taught and learned it. It was about the sacrifice of sacrifice itself. That was, and is, it's Double-Square format. Humanity, in its highest form. is depicted as merging with Cosmic Completing Totality, willingly, through an act of faith, externally unconfirmed.


But the flip-side**** (<= 4th turning) of this Squared Circle of human Birth-to-Death trajectory via The Word^ ... is: double condemnation of Old Adam's Once-Born way of child/youth sacrifice, as Cain killed the nobler Abel.

This is the story of Christ* told in today's ultra-condensed use of language (System S*); how this sign-use has come to exist, communicating what it does. The psychosemiotic of Christ*logic is this: it cannot be denied without incuring (at S*iv) moral self-contradiction (<=will-not-to-merge with redeeming impulse).
"Denial" is not in itsmetaphysics as a position of consciousness. It is rejection of it; the inner Mark of Cain. (After the New Testament Book of Hebrews, it becomes "sin against the holy spirit", unforgiveable because willed for its own sake.) Psychohistorically, it's cosmological settling is Sumerian, not Semitic. The inner identity of Jesus, Son of God by the Virgin Mary, sacrificed on the Cross, raised from the grave after 3 days, is what is brought from transhistorical times as Christ.

This is the message of True Gospel Christianity to humanity: Your original sin is forgiven if, but only if, Old Adam is replaced in your life by New. He* cannot not meet such an act of faith on the part of those who truly believe.

(This was preceded by auto-biographical Part I, tracing Religion to Philosophy by study of Psychosemiotics. It is on "The Jesus Trip", and closes, as I do here, with these words from Alan Ginsberg's Howl:

with mother finally ******, and the last fantastic book
flung out of the tenement window, and the last
door closed at 4. A.M. and the last telephone
slammed at the wall in reply and the last fur-
nished room emptied down to the last piece of
mental furniture, a yellow paper rose twisted
on a wire hanger in the closet, and even that
imaginary, nothing but a hopeful little bit of
hallucination
ah, Carl, while you are not safe I am not safe, and
now you're really in the total animal soup of
time
and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed
with a sudden flash of the alchemy of the use
of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the vibrat-
ing plane,
who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space
through images juxtaposed, and trapped the
archangel of the soul between 2 visual images
and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun
and dash of consciousness together jumping
with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna
Deus
to recreate the syntax and measure of poor human
prose and stand before you speechless and intel-
ligent and shaking with shame, rejected yet con-
fessing out the soul to conform to the rhythm
of thought in his naked and endless head,
the madman bum and angel beat in Time, unknown,
yet putting down here what might be left to say
in time come after death,
and rose reincarnate in the ghostly clothes of jazz in
the goldhorn shadow of the band and blew the
suffering of America's naked mind for love into
an eli eli lamma lamma sabacthani saxophone
cry that shivered the cities down to the last radio
with the absolute heart of the poem of life butchered
out of their own bodies good to eat a thousand
years.