the waiting

 grey light upon sleeping fields

the stillness i have come to love

time and tide cease surcease

peace sits like a glove

shadow sifts like memory

the dog stirs at his chain

and whines and lifts his eyes for the walk he knows we'll take

thought storm clouds steal the skies

and grey light curtains into rain

so waits the world tonight

in darkness and in pain

the world waits for christ

the hubris of richard dawkins atheism

Richard Dawkins: "The academic theologians, bishops and vicars will attack us for taking scriptures - or for accusing people of taking scriptures - literally. 'Of course we don't believe the Book of Genesis literally!' And yet they do preach about what Adam and Eve did as though Adam and Eve did exist - as though they somehow have a licence to talk about things which they know and anybody of any sophistication knows, are fictitious. And yet they will talk to their congregations, their sheep, about Adam and Eve as though they did exist, as though they were factual. And a huge number of people in those congregations actually think they did exist."

James Healy: "Mr Dawkins was speaking in 2007 at a supposed dinner with the late Christopher Hitchens and two AN Others. Did the dinner exist? We cannot know. There is no suggestion Mr Hitchens was late for dinner. I refer to Mr Hitchens as late in the sense that he has since died. In November 2018, Mark Stoeckle and David Thaler at the university of Basle claimed in a study of human DNA tissue that all human beings are descended from a single couple. Perhaps atheistic versions of science are ever so slowly catching up with the Bible. We should not be too harsh on Richard Dawkins. The year 2007 was a simpler, more innocent, more superstitious time."

the god of the gaps

 Atheists will sometimes dismiss any reference to the wondrous unexplainable quality of existence as being an appeal to the God of the gaps.

They suggest that believers in God who cite wondrousness as evidence of God are simply citing something that has not yet been explained.

The atheists argue that as their version of science explains more of these miraculous qualities in scientific terms, there will be fewer and fewer gaps for God.

I would caution atheists that it is possible to sneer at anything including a miracle.

Sneering is a very poor analytic.

I would note that atheistic notions masquerading as science have in fact filled very few if any gaps, if we choose to refer to something wondrous as a gap.

I would also note that atheistic versions of science where they have explained something have explained far less than their atheistic advocates pretend to have explained.

There is a wondrousnesss underlying every physical property that we observe in our experience of existence, including the concept of the physical and the concept of existence and the concept of observation.

We still don't know what electricity is or why the electrons obey the laws we have contrived as metaphors to describe their apparent behaviour.

We still don't know what light is.

We still don't know what an atom is. Nels Bohr who modelled the atom is reported to have responded to a  person praising him for modelling the atom: "The atom is other than we can imagine."

We still don't know what time is or if it exists as a medium.

We still don't know what a cell is.

We still don't know what life is. All our attempted definitions of life break down when it comes to the requirement of precision.

We still don't know what consciousness is even as we think we are conscious of it.

I would suggest that we still can't define with meaningful precision what a point in space is. (That is to say, for example, that even as we now postulate by observation that the universe began at a single point, in spite of Einstein's early insistence that the universe was eternally existing, a single point, where all the measurements and metrics zoom towards infinity, a point in which all reality as we now experience it is contained, we still can't stipulate exactly what such a single point is or was, although we can hunbly admit as Einstein hismelf did, that Einstein was completely wrong in jerrymandering his equations to fit his earlier postulation of a brute fact steady states universe that always existed while the gulpens of atheistic pseudo science applauded him before and after his candid admission and told him what a great fellow he was or is.)

We don't know what infinity is.

According to the mathematician David Berlinski we still can't define what a species is.

The two fundamental physical theories of the universe, Quantum and Relativity, contradict each other absolutely. One of them is false. Both may be. There is no unified fields theory. As things stand, we are left with no proven physical explanation of the universe.

Here is the news.

Every aspect of existence is imbued with wondrousness at every level.

From the atom to consciousness there are no gaps.

Only miracles.

Atheists might consider now admitting it.

God is.

the news

 Actor Tom Cruise's controversial expletive laden tirade against two film crew on the set of his latest movie Mission Impossible 65 The Snurds Attack was staged in order to promote his new movie Mission Impossible 65 The Snurds Attack.

the how odd column

How odd that a man callled Arsene Wenger who managed a football team called Arsenal, should name his autobiography My Life In Red And White. The book clearly should have been called Arsin Around. It might actually have sold a few copies if it was.

How odd that the Israelis, having purchased and imported tons of the new Corona Virus vaccines (developed using cells known as Cell Line HEK 293 cultured from the body of a baby murdered by abortion in the Netherlands in the 1970s) how odd I say, that the Israelis having bought the concoctions, are still insisting that they won't distribute the stuff to the population until they've done their own tests on it. Silly Israelis. Don't you trust the pharmaceutical company Pfizer? Don't you trust Astra Zeneca? Don't you trust Irish broadcaster Brian Byrne? Don't you trust retired Kilcullen secondary school science teacher Noel Clare? Stop listening to people like me. Stop listening to United States Senator Joe Kennedy who pointed out in July that the companies we are trusting to develope vaccines have over the years caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands of Americans through medicines the companies knew were unsafe. Ignore Senator Kennedy's warning that these companies have paid out 34 billion in known compensation for previous cases of medical homicide, malpractice and culpable neglience. Get with the programme Israelis. Take your vaccines. And eat up your sprouts.

How odd thinks I this morning as my phone wrings and Padre Baines announces he is going to pay out on the hundred pound bet he had with me a few months ago on President Trump to retain the American presidency. The American Electoral College has certified the result. And the Padre has given up hope. I'm still not sure it's over but I'll be darned if I'm going to refuse to accept the hundred quid. "Unless of course you want to let me off as a Christmas present," says the Padre. "I think you'll feel better if you pay your debts," I tell him hubristically.

How odd thought I this morning when I found a monogrammed missive from the electricity company in my letter box.  Presumably they're appealing to my better nature to settle my acccount, ie pay them what I owe them for previous unpaid bills. "Ah lads," I muse aloud, "it's Christmas." I open the letter. It says: "James, you have been registered as a Vulnerable person with us. You will therefore receive a 100 Euro credit on your next bill." It's a Festivus miracle. So the electricity company knows I'm vulnerable. They're not the only ones. The Hutch gang know I'm vulnerable which is why they keep calling to my door offering to cut my hedge while continuing their established practices of vehicular harassment and stomping the odd cat to death in my garden. Kinneavey knows I'm vulnerable because he's still alive after ten years of criminally harassing me. So from his point of view, I'm either vulnerable or a very nice man. The clan gang that operates out of the Alke Babish chipper and outlets run by Zeytoun Restaurants Ltd knows I'm vulnerable because like Kineavey they're still alive. The Maloney gang knows I'm vulnerable ditto. Retired vaccine advocating secondary school teacher Noel Clare knows I'm vulnerable because he sat looking at his shoes a few months ago while two low life were hassling me in the Tearrman cafe. The whole world knows I'm vulnerable except the fucking cops who are too busy riding their wide boy boyfriends to do anything about it.

How odd that the only atheistic speculation that bothered me in recent years should be the argument from my experience of non awareness under anaesthetic at Tallaght hospital in January 2019. It seemed to me a quite distinctive experience. (This non experience of the passage of time.) I had no consciousness of consciousness, as it were. My experience of not being aware of experiencing time provoked a quite seditious mental exploration. Five hours of time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye. Bear in mind gentle readers that I have elsewhere argued that time does not exist. I have suggested that what we call time is merely a list of events. So it's a bit Irish for me to take a non awareness of time which I don't necessarily believe in anyway, as an argument against the Deity and, even more rum to see it as an argument in favour of the Darwinian notion that I'm just a machine. The interruption to my consciousness of consciousness, a five hour lacuna in my awareness of the list of events that make up a person's experience of life, should not necessarily have any implications as to the existence of my soul or the existence of God. I mean in daily life, I'm not aware of every moment when I'm asleep and I don't wake up every morning, check the clock, and exclaim: "Right, there's no God." Consciousness itself has not been explained. No atheist can replicate consciousness in a laboratory. Consciousness is explicable only as a miracle from God. Atheists will sometimes argue: "Ah James, you only believe in the God of the gaps. He only exists for you in regard to things like consciousness which you can't explain. As science explains more and more, there will be fewer places for you to hide your God." The atheists are being a bit coy with this. The wiser ones admit the following. Here is the news. For all our knowledge and harnessing of energies we still don't know what light is, what electricty is, what the atom is, what time is, or indeed what consciousness is. If everything we experience in common existence is made out of pure wondrousness, ie it's inexplicable without a miracle, shouldn't even the atheists being to admit, God is.

envoi

For the past fifteen nano days we've been celebrating Atheist Week at the Heelers Diaries.

We've shared some laughs, mused on some conundrums, and perhaps even unleashed some spaghetti monsters.. (If I edited the Weekly World News we'd have to chance a headline RICHARD DAWKINS EATEN BY SPAGHETTI MONSTER.)

We've felt a stab of compassion for the actor Stephen Fry in a welter of self pity telling an Irish broadcaster styled Gay Byrne that he doesn't believe in God and then excoriating God for not creating the universe up to the high standards Stephen Fry expects of universes.

We should not be too hard on Stephen Fry.

I doubt the existence of God whenever I see Gay Byrne too.

God is true whether we believe in him or not.

He made the world and everyone in it.

He did not make any mistakes.

the morons always wring twice (quis custodiet ipsos custodies)

Driving from Kilcullen to Naas.

I pass the sign newly erected at the crest of the hill by an arcane alliance of tree huggers and demotic hand wringers which warns that deer may erupt onto the road at any moment.

Deer, I ask you. 

These people have nothing to do.

If it's not the flu virus, it's climate change. If it's not climate change it's the British leaving the European Union. If it's not the British leaving the European Union, it's President Trump. If it's not President Trump it's the Israelis. If it's not the Israelis it's blooming deer.

I'm telling you folks.

Everyone in the world is mad except me.

A car in oncoming traffic flashes his lights.

He's trying to tell me something, I muse.

Then I see a magnificent antlered stag galloping along the road towards my car. His flanks are dark and glistening, and he's almost invisible against the blackness of the road.

I slow and he careens past.

Now it's my turn to flash my lights at oncoming traffic.

The experience of a near miss with a charging stag leaves me a bit shaken.

I hadn't seen it coming.

I hadn't seen the deer coming nor had I seen the possibility that the clowns putting up deer signs on the Main Roads could actually be right about something.

It is all most unsettling for my world view.

I pull over to the verge to calm down.

"I will never again disrespect groovy jobsworth senescent left wing abortionist atheistic hippies from my town or the broadcaster Brian Byrne or the retired school teacher Noel Clare or the founder of African charities Gerry O'Donoghue or any other hand wringer or tree hugger or excessively remunerated soviet advocating trade unionist socialist wooorker, or supporter of Amnesty International, or Antifa, or Move On Dot Org, or anyone," I breathe prayerfully aloud, citing names at random from my lexicon of village idiots.

Later that same evening I return to the Chateau de Healy to find a newly minted edition of The Bridge magazine, edited by Brian Byrne and containing no less than two articles by one Noel Clare in praise of the seven just released Corona virus vaccines.

Yes folks, there are indeed and in fact seven corona virus vaccines currently being marketed by various Frankensteins pharmaceutical companies.

Noel's favourite seems to be the Oxford Astra Zeneca one which must be okay because a woman with Kilcullen links played a part in developing it.

Five of the vaccines including Noel' favourite are known to have been developed using cells from aborted babies.

Maybe some of the babies were from Kilcullen too. That would make a really great vaccine if we are to embrace Noel Clare's reasoning and morals.

But no. The Oxford Astra Zeneca vaccine was developed using a cell line designated HEK 273 taken from tissue grown from a healthy child aborted in the Netherlands in the 1970s. (My source is the Life Site News online publication.)

So the Dutch murdered the baby in the 1970s and sold his body to the pharmaceutical companies who to this day are still growing cells off his corpse.

What's to disapprove of there, eh Noel and Brian?

Life Site News also notes that a volunteer in the vaccine trials died in Brazil in October.

A month earlier in September the vacccine trials had been put on hold due to what is described as an extreme adverse reaction in a volunteer. I can't help thinking maybe they should have been kept on hold permanently. It doesn't get more extreme than the life saving vaccine killing people, does it.

But I digress.

Bear in mind that governments internationally have issued an indemnity to the pharmaceutical companies guaranteeing them that they will not have to pay compensation should their vaccines harm (or kill) the hundreds of millions of people whom those same governments are proposing to force vaccinate.

Oxford Astra Zeneca claims that the death of the volunteer in Brazil was not due to the vaccine. The BBC even claimed (hilariously) that the dead volunteer had never received the vaccine.

In early trials 60 percent of participants suffered adverse reactions.

Oh Lordy.

Life Site News quotes Dr Michael Yeadon former Vice President of Pfizer with thirty years experience leading this type of research in various pharmaceutical companies as saying:

"There is absoutely no need for vaccines to extinguish the pandemic. I've never heard such nonsense talked about vaccines. You do not vaccinate people who are not at risk from a disease. You also don't set about planning to vaccinate millions of fit and healthy people with a vaccine that hasn't been extensively tested on human subjects."

I would hazard that Dr Michael Yeadon the former Vice President of Pfizer and leading researcher into vaccine development worldwide for 30 years is getting a bit above himself by daring to go up against retired Kilcullen Secondary School science teacher Noel Clare. No disrespect to any worldwide vaccine researchers or senior Vice Presidents of Pfizer who may be reading this.

We are all, all of us, who have reservations about this vaccine, getting above ourselves.

Ho hum.

My question.

Why doesn't someone come up with a vaccine to protect us against the perennial pseudo liberal left wing conformist good intentions of Brian Byrne and Noel Clare and their society destroying ilk.

I'm just asking.

Who guards the guardians?

a short monomaniacal monograph on the reasoning of richard dawkins

When asked if it was possible that he might be wrong in denying the existence of God, Richard Dawkins replied: "Well, what if I'm wrong, I mean, anybody could be wrong. We could all be wrong about the Flying Spaghetti Monster, the Pink Unicorn, and the Flying Teapot..."

Mr Dawkins postulates the existence of ridiculous religions in order to assert that all religions are ridiculous.

His reasoning is akin to saying that if there's one ridiculous scientific theory, then all scientific theories must be ridiculous.

It is the same as saying if there is one manifestly incorrect or mendacious or misguided scientist, then all scientists must be similarly manifestly incorrect, mendacious and misguided about everything,

His reasoning is the same as asserting that since there are people who can't cook food properly, and people who eat food that is bad for them, and people who eat food in such a way as to seriously damage their bodies, then we should all conclude that eating itself is ridiculous.

More.

Mr Dawkins reasoning in ridiculing the very idea of any concept or worship of God via the ridiculousness of relgions that Mr Dawkins has made up, amounts to suggesting that if people have bad or silly eating habits, then chefs do not exist, kitchens do not exist, and food itself does not exist.

per iter tenebricosum

Strolling by the riverside within walking distance of the town centre.

I become aware of a fallow deer standing nearby looking at me.

Lovely tawny creature.

Not much older than a fawn.

Oh shape of life sculpted from pure joy.

Oh thought in the creator's mind.

Oh presence.

Well you know.

Entranced I watch.

She skips off into the trees.

There is a stillness in  my consciousness in the space where she has been.

Presently the stillness is filled by bluff brisk matronly Maisie Baines coming striding along the riverbank like a small planet, in grey anorak and don't mess with me bobble hat, taking her evening constitutional.

She is a perpetually angry woman  existentially angst ridden, stewing in a lifetime of unspecified resentments, and displaying for many years what one might postulate is a particularly inexplicable distaste for me.

She teaches Reiki for healing in one of the night colleges.

Picture the sitcom character Frank Costanza the father of George in the television series Seinfeld screaming maniacally: "Serenity now," and you've got her.

Her arrival at the riverside, where seconds ago I'd been in a state of  ethereal bucaholickness touched to the soul by deer and river and sighing night winds, is like the knocking on the door in Macbeth.

It sort of breaks the spell.

I decide to try and establish some common ground with her.

As she draws level, I say: "Maisie I've just seen the most beautiful deer right here close to the town centre. I've never seen them here before."

"Vermin," she hisses without altering her onward trajectory along the riverbank and through the universe.

It is not clear whether she means me or the deer.