Horrors of Correction

(when you are more afraid of not listening than of hearing it)

— -then the Starbreathers words came to me again: “Messenger, will you judge your own culture, your own tribe, your own land? Will you proclaim consequence upon this city which is not afraid to shed blood? If so, then put the screen in front of her of all her deeds. Show her how apparent are those things she habitually does which cause the innocent to escape their nostrils from the smell of the death of the deed, their eyes from the lewdness of it’s unhumble parade.

Tell them that this is what the Universe Creator says to them. Let their ears hear what the One who holds all Destiny in His hands says:

“I am not blind, oh city of bloodshed; I see every way in which you have fouled yourself in the sewers of the soul. I hold the doom you have asked for by stealing and squashing the lives of those you do not value. You are like waste to me now, because of the false-gods you have lifted up. By these your treacheries and boldness against Me, the one who births Planets, you have brought your own days to a close. When you are brave to open your eyes you will see your end of your years approach.

Because of your misvaluing of your own worth, I will make you an object of scorn among your peers you wrongly value so highly. The nations will laugh, the countries will scoff, though you had desired that they tip their hat to you. Even lands you have never visited will tell their jokes about you, for you are a land famous now for worthlessness and false-prestige. All this because you played host to so many, so many turmoils.

See how each of your governors among you uses his influence to squeeze the life out of those he opposes. You do not flinch any more to shed blood. Inside of your towns and your centres you have despised your mothers and your fathers, under whom I placed each of you.

You treat authority with contempt, not only failing to show respect, but delighting in dishonoring and mockery. Who made you such kings and judges, it was not I.

In your friendships and in your communities you have pressed down the foreigner in your midst. You have favored those you loved, refusing to add to your circles of protection and kindness. Those who have been robbed of their fathers, you fail to step in and train them. But rather you take advantage of the training they lack, for your own over-abundant welfare.

The woman who has lost her husband, you step on her, you avail yourself of her absent protector, and rob her livelihood to pad your own.

Whatever was holy and special, sacred and clean in your midst, you have joined the party to foul it, to dye it, to alter it to accommodate your perversions.

These things which were pieces of Me, those things I marked as Holy, you have intentionally dragged those things through your toilets.

I spy among you daily (for so many days you would not know it) those who slander with flint-like faces. You are bold to tell lies of each other, you care no longer for honor or truth. Now you have become as those who lean towards taking life where once you might have leaned towards saving it. You lust for blood it appears.

You take your meals in lewd places. You take your meals in places where the angels who walked away from me perform their dark inventions.

You commit the abhorrent acts now of the demons. You are the men who defile their own mother’s beds. In you are men who sleep with women while their period is upon them. You care nothing any longer for even the hint of clean-ness.

You rape and you defile. You dream of doing more and more.

One among you takes and defiles his neighbor’s betrothed. Another among you takes into his lustful beds the wife of his son. Another takes on sexually the sister of his own household. You forget the order of all things, for when you rape and seduce your sister are you not violating the precious girl, the daughter of your own father.

Among your numbers are those who gladly take a bribe, as the chief of prizes, caring little for the bending your heart will go through to earn it.

You will even kill for money. Mammon has stolen your regard for life.

You take advantage of those who are needy and disabled. In knowing their needs, you lend to them with only for an eye for the promise you can get them to make of paying you more than your wealthy peer would dream of paying for a loan.

Instead of building up the neighbor, the support and fence of your very own states, you plan instead for every way to extort and gain from them in unholy fashion.

The summation of these your ripeness conditions for judgment, you have forgotten me, the Starbreather, the One who gave you breath. And yet you thought you could live apart from me. You have slashed your own umbilical cord.