The RHB and the Carlos Celdran issue is not about to die down. Rather, this is the beginning of a wider debate not just on the RHB – but into topics such as organized religion, faith, separation of church and state, and freedom of expression.
The crux of the matter being that this was an exercise in freedom of expression in support of the RHB. It was also an in your-face reminder to a Roman Catholic heirarchy that has become deaf to Vox Dei – and has instead become Vox Diabolii.
Priests and nuns in the Philippines pull a lot of outrageous acts. Remember those nuns and priests with their acolyte Manoling Morato who would march outside the theaters, censored movies about homosexuality and pedophilia in the Catholic clergy? Those rabble rousing thugs in frocks and habits who keep people in a state of mendicancy rather than a state of prosperity.
Vox Populi Vox Dei
Vox Populi Vox Dei – “The voice of the people [is] the voice of God” is a line that the Roman Catholic Church drops often. A quick look up in Wikipedia describes it is
“an old proverb often erroneously attributed to William of Malmesbury in the twelfth century.
Another early reference to the expression is in a letter from Alcuin to Charlemagne in 798, although it is believed to have been in earlier use. The full quotation from Alcuin reads:
Nec audiendi qui solent dicere, Vox populi, vox Dei, quum tumultuositas vulgi semper insaniae proxima sit.
And those people should not be listened to who keep saying the voice of the people is the voice of God, since the riotousness of the crowd is always very close to madness.
Isn’t it ironic that the very institution that the proverb warned about, snipped the phrase and twisted it for its own malevolent purposes – that my friends is the smoking light saber of Emperor Palatine.
How does that make you feel – all this time you thought that you were fulfilling “God’s will” by following the bishops, priests, cardinals, and the pope – you were just a statistic in the collection box to perpetuate “heaven on earth”. Yeah right, blessed are the poor but I get to keep the red prada shoes, the batmobile, the bat cave, the charge card, the security detail, and an army of sycophants to go with it. Heaven it is – for the CBCP heirarchy and their system overlords – but not for the proverbial sheep.
Sheep, Flock, and Shepherds
I was born and baptised a Catholic – without my informed consent. But I sort of took that for granted after all – it seemed everyone went to the same church and to be not a member of the church was to be a social outcast.
My first brush with the RC was at the age of 5. It was during the consecration when the priest raises the chalice and the bells go off. It was Saint Michael’s Church in Padada, Davao del Sur. It had a gothic character.
All the faithful were kneeling, heads bowed, my grandparents, parents aunts and the househelps were with us, we are seated in the front pew – the bell rings – and I shout.. “ICE BUKO”.
It was a memorable scene – to the chagrin of my grandma – a CWL hardcore who made us recite the Angelus every evening and do the rosary after dinner – lordie lord where was Cable TV? I dunno I just felt that they all looked ridiculous – and frankly funny doing all those rituals. But I had to conform or I got a slap in my behind.
I know where Rex Navarette was coming from – can relate to it, totally. 😆
Then, I was enrolled into a sectarian school and the good student that I was was transformed into a “defender of the faith” – out of rote learning and the constant bombardment of religious classes – (maybe it’s high time to have an alternate class on other belief systems – not just one).
As I read through the “sacred text” there were some things that didn’t add up – despite the obvious magnificent albeit archaic sentence construction. But, I stuck to my guns and clung to “faith”, a good member of the flock. The nagging questions however prompted me to explore other belief systems – Sufi Islam, Zen Buddhism, Taoism, Hinduism, New Age, Wicca, Shamanism, Agnosticism, and Atheism. In doing so, I became more tolerant as I understood the common thread of compassion that was woven through all religions and rational thought.
I used to quake at the thought of excommunication that I wll be damned to eternity because I didn’t kiss the ass of an old man in the sky last Sunday. And that was against a backdrop of endless nights reading assignments in Philosophy as a sophomore and a senior in a Jesuit university. As we were presented the whole array of memes – I gravitated with the writers who resonated with my life’s lessons – Albert Camus, Soren Kierkegaard, Martin Heidegger, Jean Paul Sartre, Freidrich Nietszche, Paul Tillich. I wish they included Ayn Rand – that would really rock.
Then came Freke and Gandy in the Jesus Mysteries and the Jesus Myth Theory – “The Jesus myth theory (also known as the Christ myth theory and the nonexistence hypothesis) is the idea that Jesus of Nazareth was not a historical person, but is a fictional or mythological character created by the early Christian community. Some proponents argue that events or sayings associated with the figure of Jesus in the New Testament may have been drawn from one or more individuals who actually existed, but that none of them were in any sense the founder of Christianity. (Wikipedia)”
It got even more interesting as Richard Dawkins, Carl Sagan, Stephen Hawkins, and Michio Kaku stepped up to advance alternative views that made more sense than say, a talking snake.
To make a long story short, I excommunicated the Catholic church and organized religion. I ceased to become sheep after realizing that the Shepherds take care of the sheep so they can take the sheep to the slaughter house or at the very least skin the sheep of their fleece. I am not ready to be someone else’s mutton nor will I make someone else my mutton. It was a very liberating moment in my life. I have never looked back ever since.
But that’s just me. I know there are other stories out there – one thing’s for sure, I am not alone in my quest.
Communication is a Two-Way Street
The CBCP recently said it wanted its voice to be heard, too. Frankly, the church has had a monopoly for quite sometime – centuries of it. To say that it wants its voice to be heard is absurd and ridiculous. It is about time that the CBCP sat down and actually listened. Get over it CBCP, you are dealing with people – you are not dealing with a flock of lobotomized cockroaches – though some are I would agree. The CBCP has the resources of the RCC at its disposal. The RCC is a Goliath, a bully – and you know what happens to Goliaths, Davids come along once in awhile – like Martin Luther. If you get my drift.
It is time to stop running away from Big Bully RCC – face your fear, the only thing to fear is fear itself. Ideas are bulletproof.
Just remember – life is stranger than fiction. 8)
Carlos Celdran is a tipping point in the public debate. When the CBCP refuses to listen – and respect other faiths and belief systems there will be a need to take this debate even further – creatively and smartly. For example – “swarms”
1. Coordinated via social networks;
2. Quick gathering – express the message – then disperse.. the devil is in the details – how to best express the message?
a) Period pieces? entire cast of noli and fili?
b) T-shirts – Padre Damaso, STFU
c) 100 Jose Rizals;
d) “cheerleading/marching band” – formations
4. Document for upload to YT and FB
5. Quickly disperse.
It’s like flash dancing with more lulz and pizazz. 😀
Calling on the Spirits of 1896 – Get the Pinoy Enlightenment Back on Track
Jose Rizal was not the only casualty of Padre Damaso – there were more before him. Rizal however provided clarity and focus on what ailed the Filipino nation in 1896. Unfortunately, we have yet to put closure to that period of our history.
We are now presented with this opportunity to carry the torch of the quintessential First Filipino – Jose Rizal – are Filipinos up to the task to deliver a wake up call to Padre Damaso and Company?
One thing’s for sure – Carlos Celdran – I salute you.
Who really is the antipinoy?