While I’ve been toying with the idea of transforming myself into a Professional Writer, and really, I’ve done that before, but not writing what I wanted to write before, or what wanted to be written I should say, but writing instead what some publisher wanted for me to write, and getting paid for it, but just to babble, for quite some time, not babble for quite some time, but that would be good, too, but I’ve been considering it for quite some time, the transformation part of it, of late, I’ve been modifying that plan a bit.
In addition to writing, I’ve decided to declare myself a nun. A nun friend of mine told me I’d make a good one. I laughed, but she didn’t, so we talked about it, what it means to be a nun. We talked about the vows, those of chastity and poverty and obedience.
Chastity, easy, my heart belongs to Buzz Lightyear, well, not my heart, but that other part, and my head does a really good job of supplying him with all sorts of wonderful attributes, godlike even, and reality allows me to turn him right off when I want to, no problem, way easier than a man, and he doesn’t mind, he’s mostly turned off, just about always, so I’ve got the chastity thing down pat already anyway.
I’m really turned on by the idea of the no possessions of poverty, or at least just not a whole heck of a lot of possessions, nuns get a place to live and food and such, my friend has a car and everything, a nice place, she's fine.
As to the obedience thing, well, that was an issue, at least in terms of Catholicism. She’d already told me I didn’t really have to be a Christian. My friend the nun told me the only thing that one ultimately had to do was take the vows, and the only thing one had to be obedient to was god with a capital G, but of course, in the world of Catholic nuns, that meant the church. My friend and I discussed that a bit, but not much, she is a Catholic nun, after all, and has to be obedient.
But I figured in the religion I found, not the one I located, but the one for which I’ll be founder, obedience to god, capital or not, will be easy.
So it’s not just declaring myself a nun, it’s also founding a religion. I can get cracking on The Book of Babble right now, it’ll be way better than the tripe that Smith guy came up with. It’ll be mostly Pagan, but Cosmic Pagan, I’ll toss in some nice Quakerisms, that “interpret it yourself, silly” notion, and some Buddhist thinking, lots of wisdom from literature and social thought, lots of Biology, which is of course mostly Pagan anyway, but since I’m a Fallen Biologist, one who has seen the Light Side of the Force (see, it’s flowing already), I’ll offer up some really integrative perspectives on what kinds of things a body might consider worthy of being obedient to, or what poverty means. Being post-menopausal makes that chastity thing a breeze, but man, I can tell ya, I’ve been non chaste a time or three in my day, for sure. I get it. I can write about that, too.
Yup, founding a religion would help out a lot, for tax purposes. And the Book of Babble would be lots of fun, too. And I shouldn’t have any problem at all with the founding of the religion, after all, it comes directly from god, and before anybody says anything about direct from god or any of that, all of the very little I have to say to that is Joseph Smith and his freaking stone in the hat, bite me.
So I’m going to be a writing gypsy nun. I’m going to suggest to the IRS that I’ve actually been a church for tax purposes for my whole life, given that I’ve made my religion up as I’ve gone along, I can see what they want in their rules and build on that, I can’t imagine it’s more complicated than old Joe’s hat trick. They probably owe me.
Heck, I’ll just put it all down in the Book of Babble and call it the Gospel.