The God King provided all for the good peasants of the village. No one actually saw the God King create the houses or the fields or the rivers or the castle or the weapons. But that is how it was, and how it always has been. No one ever saw the God King. But he existed. In the deepest dungeon of the castle he dwelled. Any good fortune for the peasants was attributed to the God King. "Oh you have been blessed!" they would cry out. "Praise be to the God King!" From their earliest days the peasants were told of the God King and everything he had done for them. He created the water, the earth, the creatures, the air, the sky, the stars. No one doubted the God King that they could not see, it was faith.
Worst of all were the God King's advisors. They devoted their entire lives spreading the faith of the God King to the peasants. They stole their money, they stole their time, they stole their FAITH. The good will of so many good people were sent to the FRAUD God King. He never graced them with their presence. Even MIRACLES were attributed to him, though it could never be proven. Over the generations the God King's advisors duped the peasants from birth to death. They could create whatever world they wanted to and the peasants would accept it. They constructed great altars and monuments using the peasants labor and money. The EVIL advisor's ran rampant in their white robes spreading lies and hate until they died. The MYTH of the God King would continue long after they all perished.
Complex rituals and ceremonies and holidays were formed to praise the God King who provided nothing. Did he even exist? It was no relevant as reality is whatever the BLIND FAITH dictated it to be.
One morning a mysterious woman entered the village of the peasants. When they weren't busy toiling the fields they gathered in large monuments to pray to the God King. Any stroke of luck or coincidence must surely be the God King's doing!
To little notice the woman sat on a small stool. Her gaze shifted to an elderly man in the village. As he hobbled by he coughed as if his lungs were about to disintegrate. "Halt," she told the man. All his life he had believed in the God King, but his health slipped away anyways. The woman placed her hand on the old man's forehead. He instantly felt relief in his chest. "Oh thank you great healer!" He yelled. No one took notice of this great miracle that was just performed before them.
A great famine had swept over the village of peasants the past months. The food stocks had finally run out. They huddled in the great monuments to the Advisor's -- excuse me, the God King, and prayed for salvation. The rain did not come, the fields did not flow with life. "The God King must be angry with us!" They shouted in panic. The men in white robes urged calm among the people. Their reign was being threatened by failures they could not stem, even with prayer to the FRAUD God King.
While their time was being wasted elsewhere, the traveling woman visited the dead fields and slowly breathed life back into them. The peasants were shocked at this turn of events. DOUBT began to fester in their hearts. The EVIL men in white robes knew their time was at an end if they did not continue to corrupt the peasants from reality. The true God before them must be smeared into oblivion. "Back away from that witch, she has been sent from the Darkest of Places!" the white robes shouted to the people. "The famine came because of her! The God King does not want this fraud in his lands! She is straying you from the path of RIGHTEOUSNESS!"
The EVIL white robes spewed their hate endlessly, bringing fear and hate to the peasants as well. A true bringer of miracles, a true GOD was falling victim to propaganda of the selfish and fraudulent.
The "witch" was driven from the peasant village with all the rage that is capable with BLIND FAITH. The fields, only temporarily salvaged, quickly returned to dust.
And the peasants returned to their monuments.
"Truth vs Blind Faith" or "A Manifesto"
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In the beginning there was nothing but darkness. Within this darkness The Great Owl, with his amazing vision, saw the universe for what it was -- empty and lifeless. From this darkness The Great Owl brought the stars and the sun and the moon and all life as we know it. His speech rang out across the endless expanses "Hoo Hoo!" If you listen closely to the wind his call may still be heard.
Come forth brothers and sisters!
With the Great Owl's predatory instinct, slay your foes!
With the Great Owl's patience, stealth across the landscape!
With the Great Owl's bravery, face your challenges!
With the Great Owl's eyes, see the truth and the future!
Come forth brothers and sisters!
With the Great Owl's predatory instinct, slay your foes!
With the Great Owl's patience, stealth across the landscape!
With the Great Owl's bravery, face your challenges!
With the Great Owl's eyes, see the truth and the future!