Gods Are Not What You Think They Are

Let us speak honestly. The word “god” does not mean what people think it means. It never did. Go look at the root. In English, it comes from the old Germanic word gudan. Go back further, you find the Indo-European root ǵʰutóm, meaning something that is invoked, something you cry out to. It is not the source of life. It is not the origin of being. It is not the absolute. It is a personality. It is a character. A powerful figure in the sky who gets mad, demands tribute, and punishes people. In Latin, it is deus. In Spanish, dios. In Greek, theos. All of them mean the same thing. Not a divine mystery but a glorified superhuman. A man with powers. A tribal chieftain who got promoted into the clouds.

That is what these gods are. Superhumans. Nothing more. They are like kings on steroids. They get angry. They kill people. They demand worship. And they are jealous. These are not attributes of a source of life. These are traits of narcissists with weapons. So when someone tells you they believe in God, ask them what they mean. Do they mean the cosmic origin of everything? Or do they mean a storm god who gets offended when you masturbate?

Romans 10:9 says, “If you confess with your mouth the Lord Jesus, and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved.” This is the sales pitch. Say it out loud and believe the impossible, and you will be rescued. Rescued from what? From sin? From hell? From death? It does not matter. The point is, you are being told to force yourself to believe something unnatural. That a man rose from the dead. That this resurrection is your ticket to eternal life. And if you do not believe it, you are damned. That is not reason. That is coercion.

And it is not even original. The Roman Empire had the same setup. Confess Caesar as your lord and savior. Believe that he is a god on earth. Worship him. Obey him. Live under his rule, and you will be saved into the glory of the eternal empire. The gospel of Rome. Christianity copied it, stripped the name Caesar, inserted Jesus, and ran with it. It is the same template. Confess. Submit. Obey. Repeat.

The gods people pray to today are not just ancient. They are tiny. Pathetic even. They are small enough to care about what you eat on a Friday or what hole you put your penis in. They are offended by skin. They are obsessed with blood. They need money. They demand songs. They are insulted easily and forgive slowly. And every religion thinks their god is the right one. Which one is it? Yahweh? Allah? Krishna? Odin? Marduk? Baal? They cannot all be right. But they can all be wrong. That is the part nobody wants to admit.

People go around rebuking Satan. Look at the word “rebuke.” It means to reprove. To correct. So they are correcting the devil. But the devil is not there. They are shouting at themselves. At their own thoughts. At their own fantasies. Maybe they felt aroused. Maybe they wanted to punch someone. Maybe they looked at someone with lust. Maybe they thought about something violent. These are human impulses. But religion taught them to feel ashamed. So they rebuke the devil. They scream into the wind.

Marcion did not buy it. He believed Jesus came down from another realm. No birth. No mother. No manger. He just appeared in Capernaum. The church hated that. It robbed them of control. So they forged a birth narrative. They gave Jesus a genealogy. They put him in a cradle. They said he was born of a virgin. They made him theirs. They created a script so they could own him. If they control his story, they control the man. And they wrote whatever they wanted.

Jesus in the Bible is a contradiction. A walking enigma. In the Gospel of Mark, he wants to stay a secret. He tells people not to say who he is. But that is the fastest way to get people talking. Tell them not to talk. He knew people cannot keep secrets. So he played that game. There is no logic to it. Only performance.

Most people cannot see through this. They do not think critically. But some of us do. Some of us call it out. Then there are these ex-Christians online who act like they have seen the light. Like that guy Mindshift. He sits there pretending to be deep. He criticizes the Bible but cannot explain it. He points at the cracks but never digs underneath. He talks like he knows something but just wants attention. There is no analysis. Just whining.

I give you the breakdown. Jesus is a contradiction. A nutcase. One minute he says love your enemy, the next he tells people to hate their families. He talks in riddles. He calls himself the light, the bread, the vine, the gate. He tells people to leave their homes, their fathers, their obligations. He says let the dead bury the dead. What sane person talks like this? If a man said that to you today, you would call the police. Back then, they just made a myth about it.

Then Peter shows up. The mob boss. In Acts, he confronts Ananias and Sapphira because they kept some money. They sold their land but did not give it all to the church. Peter calls them out and they drop dead. First the man, then the woman. No mercy. No trial. Just death. And they drag the bodies out. This is the love of Christ? This is the holy community? It is organized fear. Nothing more.

And then there is Paul. Or Saul. Or whatever. He falls off a horse, hits his head, and starts having visions. He hears voices. He sees lights. He turns his trauma into theology. And people follow him. He says he becomes all things to all people. That is code for lying. To the Jews, he acts like a Jew. To the Gentiles, he acts like a Gentile. Whatever it takes to win them. That is not integrity. That is manipulation.

Some church fathers even said it was acceptable to lie for the truth. Look up Epiphanius. Look up Augustine. Look up Eusebius. They justified forgery. They praised deception. If it promoted the faith, it was holy. That is your foundation. Lies to protect lies. Truth built on fiction.

And then there were the crazies who castrated themselves. Religious fanatics. Eunuchs for the kingdom. Reminds me of the galleys, the priests of Cybele. They cut off their genitals in public and threw them into houses as offerings. These were not saints. These were psychotics. And the early Christians mirrored them. Martyrdom. Asceticism. Delusion. Death cults.

So what do we have in the Bible? A collage of nonsense. Gods with bad tempers. Prophets with brain damage. Disciples acting like mafia bosses. And miracles that read like drug hallucinations. We have thunder gods like Yahweh. Sky kings like El. Tricksters like Paul. A pantheon of recycled pagan figures wearing Hebrew names.

These are not the source of life. These are action figures with robes and sandals. Superheroes without capes. They are loud. They are vengeful. They are jealous. They demand your soul. And if you do not comply, they send you to burn. That is not love. That is spiritual terrorism.

If you are looking for the source of life, you will not find it in a book of contradictions. You will not find it in tribal gods. You will not find it in ancient lies. You will find it in nature. In consciousness. In yourself. Anywhere but there.

Veritas lux mea.