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Do you ever have ideas for a post that whisper at the edge of your mind, but are impossible to get a hold of and cultivate into something interesting?  I have several of those right now.  I was going to write about Stephen King, his grasp on the psyche of pre-adolescent little boys (that may help me understand my boys at some point), and my love for being afraid!  I couldn’t make it any more interesting than that sentence, though…

Then I was listening to my favorite Rolling Stones song “Sympathy for the Devil” and thinking how the lyrics would make a good debate for a post, but I am not sure how to go about it.  I love the story told like a history lesson; the sexy sophistication of “the devil;” the tribal beat and riffs that make it sound sinister and chaotic—sort of pied piper-esque in that the listener follows it somewhat guiltily and reluctantly all the while finding themselves unable to break the dark spell and unsure that they even want to.  Ultimately the listener of this sinister tale finds out that they have no business blaming the devil for all of the perils and evils of history as their hands are dirty, too.  At least that’s the way I hear it.

As a non believer of this “Lucifer” character, I find that I am a believer in the human condition, and its need to justify its character flaws by any means.  I think shame and fear make us do things that compound fear and shame, but we haven’t figured out how to feel safe, so we try to get rid of or conquer the external forces that “steal” our peace, because we haven’t figured out how to experience it within.  I think the devil is a cop-out!  It’s a fancy word for “temptation and compulsion”—our reactions to fear.  This doesn’t mean that I don’t think people can be broken, and behave outside the normal naughtiness of human condition.  But I do believe that even the worst atrocities can offer a gift to humanity, and that we attract to us the experiences of our core beliefs.  For instance, if you believe that all people are out to get you, you will definitely see evidence of it—thus leading to the biggest victims being the biggest victimizers—people that feel the most threatened, pose the biggest threat.  People that (usually) don’t feel like a victim are more inclined to see the grace in life’s trying moments.  It’s not that adverse conditions don’t occur in everyone’s life—it’s a person’s perspective during these moments.   It must be the horror freak in me that makes me love this song—I also like that Lucifer is a man of wealth and taste (if he were to exist, I could so be sucked in—I’ve heard he’s devastatingly handsome, too!)

I should put a disclaimer here for all the people who have suffered terrible tragedies and take a different perspective:  By grace, I have not had any horrific experiences in my life that would make me feel otherwise—no kids with cancer, no violent crimes committed against me or my loved ones, nothing except the usual imperfect body, and wishing I had more money, so it is easy for me to take this ambivalent attitude toward the “dark forces.”  All my issues are mine—self created and self perpetuated—no one to blame but me.  And let me tell, ya—I hate them!!!  But apparently not as much as I hate altering my perspective and my actions!

Who would have thought a sensual Stones song would lead to my spiritual soapbox?  I’m stepping off now…thanks for indulging me!

Also: note to Lucifer—don’t consider this post a challenge!  Thanks…

Sympathy for the Devil

(M. Jagger/K. Richards)
Please allow me to introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
I’ve been around for a long, long years
Stole many a man’s soul and faith
And I was ’round when Jesus Christ
Had his moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate
Washed his hands and sealed his fate
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game
I stuck around St. Petersburg
When I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the czar and his ministers
Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank
Held a general’s rank
When the blitzkrieg raged
And the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guess my name, oh yeah
Ah, what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)
I watched with glee
While your kings and queens
Fought for ten decades
For the gods they made
(woo woo, woo woo)
I shouted out,
Who killed the Kennedys?
When after all
It was you and me
(who who, who who)
Let me please introduce myself
I’m a man of wealth and taste
And I laid traps for troubadours
Who get killed before they reached Bombay
(woo woo, who who)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
(who who)
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby
(who who, who who)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah
But what’s confusing you
Is just the nature of my game
(woo woo, who who)
Just as every cop is a criminal
And all the sinners saints
As heads is tails
Just call me Lucifer
‘Cause I’m in need of some restraint
(who who, who who)
So if you meet me
Have some courtesy
Have some sympathy, and some taste
(woo woo)
Use all your well-learned politesse
Or I’ll lay your soul to waste, um yeah
(woo woo, woo woo)
Pleased to meet you
Hope you guessed my name, um yeah
(who who)
But what’s puzzling you
Is the nature of my game, um mean it, get down
(woo woo, woo woo)
Woo, who
Oh yeah, get on down
Oh yeah
Oh yeah!
(woo woo)
Tell me baby, what’s my name
Tell me honey, can ya guess my name
Tell me baby, what’s my name
I tell you one time, you’re to blame
Oh, who
woo, woo
Woo, who
Woo, woo
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
What’s my name
Tell me, baby, what’s my name
Tell me, sweetie, what’s my name
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Woo, who, who
Oh, yeah
Woo woo
Woo woo

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