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I won't be greeting people with "Merry Christmas".  The story to which it refers, the nativity, consists of a prophecy, not a prediction of what might come to pass, but of the type that is pre-destined.  The woman, Mary, tells an angel that she hopes the prophecy is fulfilled.  This is interpreted by many as consent.  Unfortunately, she can't actually give consent.  The events have already been set in motion.  As told by the Bible, and as repeated by both conservative and liberal Christians, the prophecy is binding, which makes this a story of a rape.

There's only one "out" from Matthew's telling of the story.  This "out" is, if the angel's pronouncement is not a binding prediction.  Maybe Gabriel is just very peremptory.  He does not ask, he tells.  This interpretation still has a woman treated like a slave, a mere vessel for use by a supernatural entity.

On an earth where people still don't see what is wrong with 'slavery', the buying and selling and owning of other human beings, this raised no eyebrows.  We aren't those people, so, even taking out the prophecy, it is a story that encrypts for the abuse of a woman.

She can announce afterwards that she acquiesces, but that's not the same as consent.

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People hearing my refusal to go along with the phrase "Merry Christmas" have complained that I'm discarding "the message of Jesus", that this message is "Love all."

No.  Jesus has no speaking parts in this scene.  He could be played by a cloth-wrapped stone.

Jesus Christ had several messages. When that message is "Love thy neighbor," I can get behind that.

When that message is "Make yourself a whip and go chasing people around with it," I say, no, that's not acceptable behavior for a sane human being, that's 'assault' and 'threatening bodily harm'.


When that message is "Feed the poor and don't automatically dismiss someone asking to borrow money," I agree. Whether or not the speaker is "half god and half man" doesn't affect the validity of the idea.

And when that message is "If you want to be my disciple, you must hate everyone else by comparison--your father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters..." I say nuh-uh. That message is NOT "Love all."

I think there is a message in the nativity story, and it's the same message told by all tales that use the god-incarnates-as-a-mortal trope.  I put it to you that neither Luke's nor Matthew's version conveys this well.  Instead, they peddle the message "Humans are the property of a magical super-being. It can father a child and it can have that child murdered at its whims, and you have no moral grounds to object, because you are just a toy."

I can't see the joy, the merriment, inherent in that message.  Let me tell another story.  If you're the kind of person who would like to accept 'myth' as inspiration for living, maybe this is a better one because, while still involving "mystical" elements,  it's lucid and clear with its point.

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 The universe is immense and impersonal. Storms flood villages out of existence and quakes smite cities to pebbles. There's a young lady, compassionate and well-educated, living in a self-governing province of an empire. She sees bad things happening to good people...

 ...and she says, "O Power That Governs All... I'm willing to totally trust that You know what You are doing... I just... wish I knew that You cared in the way that humans care. We could accept tragedies and trials with more strength and grace if only we were sure You had seen it through our eyes. I offer all that I was, all that I am, all I shall ever be, to Your service."...

...An angel appears. Not a 'herald' or a 'trumpeter' or a 'messenger' but a intermediate entity, an extension, of an immensely powerful being. It extends a hand of pure energy and, with a forefinger, touches her, drawing a mark or rune that looks like a tongue of flame on her forehead...

...Miriam-- She's the daughter of an Alexandrian exile, himself born of the Greek-Egyptian blood of Cleopatra of the Ptolemies, and Julius Caesar, who died 44 years before. She is engaged to Joseph of the line of David, a prestigious family that the Israelites still respect. His people will write of her in the Talmud as "whore". He will marry her because he loves her.

Their son will be the rightful Pharaoh of Egypt. Their son will be the lawful king of Israel. He will be heir to two thrones. There will be wealthy families willing to pledge their swords, and follow him into battle, and drive the foreign occupation forces from their lands, winning independence at last from these Roman parasites.

The boy is born, and grows up with strange adulation from the adults that he doesn't understand but he knows there's something they want from him. Finally, he is a young man-- they tell him, "You are the one foretold. You are the one who will lead us-- uniting Egypt and Israel against Rome at last." As much as he loves the attention, he refuses do this.

Like a prince from a far-away land, like Sidhartha Gautama five centuries before him, he becomes a monastic wanderer. He humiliates his mother's aristocratic families by begging in the market place. He annoys his father's family of powerful hereditary rabbis by not devoting himself to the Synagogue, but giving hillside speeches instead.

Miriam still loves her son. She puts offerings in the bowls of his friends, supports them secretly. Not knowing where the coins come from, her help can not be refused, but the young man still knows. He resents this assistance. When she comes to ask him to come home, to give up this life-- therefore, to be who he is not-- he drops his gaze and says, "Lady, I don't know you."

The young man's name is Immanuel. He is joined by his little brother, Joseph's son, who looks so much like Immanuel that they nickname him "Thomas" and "Didymos". It means 'The Twin'. Although Thomas comes to be at his side, he is not truly a disciple. He is there because Miriam asked him to watch over his strange elder brother. He never stops asking skeptical questions.

Another of the disciples, Judas, has been trusted with many secrets. There are tilapia taken from the Red Sea, secretly being raised, in the manner of the Egyptians, in cisterns in Jerusalem. They are used to feed the poor. Judas grows jealous of Immanuel. He knows of Miriam's heritage, of Joseph's family legacy. It infuriates him that Immanuel threw his inheritance to the gutter. He goes to the governor and tells them that Immanuel is planning a revolt.

The various factions that would be free of Roman domination know this is a lie. Immanuel is a pacifist. They do not care. They simply want a figurehead. Immanuel is blocking their intentions; they want Judas. They grease the right palms. In clear violation of Jewish law, Jesus is arrested at night. His trial is held at night, also a violation of law.

The governor, Pilate, is not unfamiliar with this street-preacher. It happens to be the time of year when a criminal may be given amnesty. He offers to release the man who calls himself Immanuel bar Abba, Immanuel Son-of-the-Father.

Thomas is being held as well. When they come for the prisoner, Immanuel points. "This is the man you seek."  Thomas is afraid, and desperately he wants to live. He supports Immanuel's choice to be executed, and they release "bar Abba".

When they ask Immanuel who he is, he says, "I am Iesu." He is taken out and executed with two others.

He has known love; he has known fear. He has known happiness, sorrow.

He has come to understand why a human would sacrifice themselves for another human.

Most of all, he has come to understand what it is like to be pawn of forces beyond his control or comprehension, to be an innocent wronged for no reason, to suffer the most pain a human could suffer.

His spirit is severed from its pathetic vessel, and released from the burden of being a mortal. It returns like a stream to the ocean, rejoining with that from which it came.

Thomas survives. He is in deep anguish, and guilt. He has been succored, he has been given a reprieve, he has been redeemed, not from sin, but from an arbitrary disaster, one more mishap that can befall people without just cause. He lives but he lives in terrible guilt.

He takes a stake and drives it into his foot. He pulls it out, and does the other. Then his hands. Finally, a wound to his flank. He suffers, an echo of what Immanuel suffered. Then, he takes off his old clothes, and puts on the rough-spun undyed cloth like his brother wore. There is unrest in the streets; some factions would rise up against the Romans.

The other disciples know that the one who was executed was Immanuel. Word has gone out that Immanuel was killed despite being ordered released. They suspect a conspiracy. They are ready to abandon the creed of non-violence that their leader upheld. Their plans to join the revolution are only stopped by Immanuel's apparent re-appearance, urging them to peace.  Thomas travels to the other temples and tells them, "Forgive the Romans. They didn't know."

St. Thomas travels south, to Egypt, then to the eastern part of Sheba, then to western India.  He brings with him traditions from the Egyptian Arian Coptics, and a Hebrew mystical sect, the Essenes.  In Kerala, he founds the Nasrani, the Syrian Christians. 
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New Stuff

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Hi, friends!  Thank you so much for visiting my DA page.  2013 is packing its bags to go-- it's been a fantastic year.

"Cavemaster" came out last year.  This year, it won the (very prestigious!!!) Three Castles Award.  That's a high honor.  Cavemaster is a tabletop roleplaying game set 10,000 years ago.  There's an optional Spirit Magic system, and the creatures are real-world "megafauna".  You'll probably recognize a lot of La Brea alumni, there.  Cavemaster is played with handfuls of pebbles instead of polyhedra dice.  The .PDF is only $11.95.
www.rpgnow.com/product/101850/…

"Dinosaurs of the Lost Valley" is on the racks.  This is the first sourcebook for Cavemaster.  Stats are given for 24 types.  That doesn't sound like a lot, I know, but most dinosaurs a die-hard dino-lover could name are covered.
www.rpgnow.com/product/121334/…

Many of the pictures I drew as full-page are only shown about 3 inches across.  You can get black and white versions intended for pencils or watercolors here.  I really like printing these out and coloring them.  Show me your versions; I'd love to see!
www.rpgnow.com/product/121871/…

Don't have miniatures for the creatures?  I understand!  I'm making full-color stand-ups.  They are "Pay What You Want", so you can get them for free, or, if you like, you can leave me a tip.  Thanks!

These can be constructed by gluing them to their bases, but for more compact storage, I recommend black foamcore cut into little rectangles with a slit down the middle.

MAMMOTHS www.rpgnow.com/product/121503/…

CERATOSAURIDS www.rpgnow.com/product/121660/…

MEGISTOTHERIA www.rpgnow.com/product/123224/…

I've also been making paper minis for "Quicksilver Lite".  QL is a fantasy game with elements of horror.  Stats for d20 "old school" game are included.

SILVERFISH.  Don't like them when they're wriggling around in your cupboard?  Just wait until they're table-sized!
www.rpgnow.com/product/123019/…

POT HAINTS.  I'm very happy with this set; it includes dungeon-floor rubble.  Of course, after you've run into Pot Haints, you may think twice about riffling through that refuse in the castle corner.  *BONUS* Set also includes camp fires- lit or unlit.
www.rpgnow.com/product/123161/…

EYENAS.  With their snapping jaws and their inability to be surprised, they're no laughing matter.
www.rpgnow.com/product/123228/…

STRANGLEBIRDS.  They fall from the trees, wrap their tails around a victim's neck, then start feasting.
www.rpgnow.com/product/101851/…


I hope you enjoy the paper minis!  Be well.
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I've got great news!  I'm working on a series of 38 illustrations with amazing artist JEFF DEE.  I'll be primarily in charge of pencils and he's inking (some pictures might go the other way 'round).  The subject?  DINOSAURS.

I can't get over how amazing this is.  There will be lots of classic favorites, such as the T-rex, but also, some strange new friends such as Therizinosaur, Pegomastax, and the utterly adorable Minmi.

Please support our Kickstarter by becoming a Backer,
www.kickstarter.com/projects/j…

and by Sharing our URL
tinyurl.com/dotlvks

Thank you so much.
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CAVEMASTER
Face mammoths, sabertooths, short-faced bears with your clan!  Go back 10,000 years and explore a fantastic world.  Wield stone tools and the influence of Spirit Magic.  This is a tabletop RPG that you play using small handfuls of pebbles instead of dice.
.PDF download $11.95
www.rpgnow.com/product/101850/…
Paperback $23.95 www.lulu.com/shop/jeff-dee-and…


QUICKSILVER LITE is a stand-alone fantasy RPG with elements of light horror.
.PDF download $8.95 www.rpgnow.com/product/23760/Q…
Paperback $19.95 www.lulu.com/shop/jeff-dee-and…


QUICKSILVER FOR PATHFINDER is a sourcebook of the Kingdom of Seloria featuring a bizarre living metal and psychic abilities in a medieval realm with (light) elements of horror. This is a d20 OGL Pathfinder game book.  Psionic "magery" and Quicksilver shaping.
.PDF download $14.95 www.rpgnow.com/product/108761/…
Paperback $29.95 www.lulu.com/shop/unigames/qui…
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Red-claw Ritual

7 min read


(*A tale of the Yorwa People)


It was the longest, coldest night of year.
The mouth of the cave was hidden by snow.
The moon was full, making everything bright.

Three members of the Red-claw Tribe arrived outside.
They had traveled for days to find this place.

  First came Strong-bone the hunter, and his bear Oochuff.
  Instead of a spear, tonight Strong-bone was carrying a stout staff.

  Next was Grandma Snow-paw, wrapped in chalk-colored elk pelt.

  Last was Reed-boy, Strong-bone's son.
  He was very excited because tonight
  he would learn a Great Secret of the tribe.

"Strong-bone and Oochuff," said Grandma Snow-paw,
"Make the challenge!  Reed-boy, come with me."

At Strong-bone's hand-signal, Oochuff reared on his
hind legs and roared.  His breath was like smoke in the air.
At first there was no response.
There came an answering groan from another bear.

They saw her come running out of the cave.
She ran at Oochuff, her heavy breath coming out in white puffs too.
He dropped back down on all fours to meet her attack.



Reed-boy wanted to watch but Grandma Snow-paw
led him away.  She said, "You must lead a cub out, now."

"But how do I do that, Grandma?" asked Reed-boy.  "With my flute...?"

Grandma Snow-paw whispered,"Not now.  You will soon learn
a great secret of our tribe..."

At the entrance to the cave, now visible as a black
gap in the snow, she opened one of her tiny bags and dumped its
contents onto his palm: a dry dead bee. "Chew this while
I chant, and then swallow it when I am done."


The she-bear plowed into Oochuff, paws swinging.  She
was bigger.

Strong-bone stayed back but kept his staff ready.

Oochuff dodged one set of black talons after another,
and slowly backed off.  She stood up on her back paws
and bellowed at him.

He would have been happy to let her go back to sleep
but Strong-bone called out,"Play, Oochuff!  Play!"
His bear friend loped around, and roared at the she-bear,
making it clear that he was not leaving.  She would
have to stay and fight.



The bee tasted strange.  It was crunchy, with tiny hairs,
and Reed-boy could feel the dry little legs breaking off.
He wondered if he was going to get a stinger stuck
in his tongue.

He could hear Grandma Snow-paw singing, and it
sounded like nonsense.  Something about "finding two,
and taking one.  One in darkness, meant for sun..."
There was an unpleasant taste in Reed-boy's mouth, now,
like a tiny piece of sour grease.

Suddenly he could feel his body and limbs grow thicker.
His nose stretched down and away from his eyes.  He
brought his hands up to touch it and discovered he now
had clawed paws.  He was covered all over in dark red fur.

He looked at Grandma Snow-paw and discovered he only came
up to her knee.  Everything beyond her was hazy now.  He
dropped down onto all fours.  When he tried to talk, it
came out a little honking groan.

"Shhh," said Grandma.  "Into the den you go.  Bring out a cub."

The new bear nodded and clambered down the gap.  The
passage within angled so that a breeze from outside could not go far.

The cave walls were marked with countless parallel scratches.
They were marks made by the cave bears of the past.
He could clearly hear the two adult bears outside fighting fiercely.

Reed-boy was struck by the pleasant musky odor
coming from deeper inside.  It was earthy and comforting.
He followed it until there was no more light.  He was
padding around in complete darkness.  The air was
no longer cold here.

He blundered into a stalagmite growing from the ground,
and after that, he moved slowly.  He began to hear
sounds he had not noticed before: slow breathing and
brief snoring.  His ears were so sharp that
he started to get a sense of where the walls were from
the various echoes.  He went over to the breathing.



A ragged gash was opened on Oochuff's chest, and
the mother bear was not the least bit tired.  To keep her
engaged, Strong-bone thrust with his staff, a light thump
to her flank.  This nuisance made her snap at her side.
At first she missed, but after a moment, she caught the
pole and wrested it from Strong-bone's grip.

She was going to swipe at Strong-bone himself when
Oochuff gave a roar and put himself between her and
the human hunter.  Exhausted by her spirit-magic earlier,
Grandma Snow-paw could only stand and watch and worry.



With sensitive nose, Reed-boy in bear form could
sense the heat from two round bodies.  He picked the
closest one, reaching over with a paw to gently shake
its shoulder.  That cub woke up and yawned.  It made
a noise like, "Wahh!"  Reed-boy understood this to
mean, 'I'm thirsty!'

Reed-boy whispered, "Then come with me."  It came out
a little noise like 'Ooooooor," but the other bear understood.
Reed-boy padded up the passageway and his new friend
followed him.

'Who are you?' the cub asked.

'I am your brother,' Reed-boy answered.  In the
lore of the Red-Claws, the songs and ritual phrases
sometimes proclaimed their brotherhood to the cave bear,
but until now, Reed-boy had never felt the truth of it.
He nudged his new bear pal with his shoulder, and
heard him answer with a little, "Wff."

At the cave's mouth, they could hear Oochuff and the
mother bear trading roars, bites, and blows.
Reed-boy knew what was happening but the bear
cub behind him did not.

They emerged from the cave and the second bear
took a mouthful of snow.  Grandma Snow-paw was
waiting, and she said something, pointing and then
herding the two young bears in some direction.

When they were out of sight, Grandma Snow-paw
called happily to Strong-bone, "It is done!"

The snow was stained with blood but the mother
bear was unhurt.  Strong-bone said, "Oochuff!
Back off!  Back off!"  They lowered their heads
and showed their profiles, a sign that they were
retreating.  Huffing and tired, the mother bear let
them go, then galloped back for the den.


Strong-bone and Grandma Snow-paw followed
the tracks which romped around in random
circles and squiggles.  Eventually they found two
young bears in a little heap between some rocks,
both sound asleep.

It was powerful spirit-magic that might even
last for days.  They let the youngsters sleep for
now.  Strong-bone fed Oochuff many raisins while
Grandma Snow-paw tended to his wounds.

Grandma Snow-paw remembered the story that her teacher
Bright-stone had told her.  A mother bear usually bore twins, but
only one survived.  Then, her mentor had made a deal
with the Cave Bear Spirit to always treat those baby
bears they took, as family.  It was a good bargain.



The End

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