Truth or dare.

And so it is that, we live in this great fear. And we are almost forced to believe in something, in this present life, because if we dont, and we dont follow a particular path, then we are headed for the pits of hell.

If you dare, to question the doctrine and its guidance or guardrails, and you detour from the vegan path, and you eat beef, or rhino, or pork or impala, or chicken feet, my goodness, you are damned in the hereafter. Or so we are told.

And depending on what you have chosen to believe.

So then, your choices are limitedly pre-determined, in most practices of religious dogma. So who is right?

But if you double-dare, you can start being able to piece things together, because we dont know what truth is, as it can either be a real and existent thing, or it is a fiction that has been agreed to and become accepted as a fact.

But both of these things form the faith and belief systems which are the agreed fictions or facts, which were designed to get us to work together (Yuval Noah Harari).

But these fictions or beliefs or faiths, give us the guard rails for living. And gives purpose to some, whilst also giving power to others. But for what purpose you may ask?

I think it can only be for generational advancement, and maybe to give us longer lives, and perhaps for more accomplishment that advances the next generation, and onwards. And to solve generational trauma (but we will talk about this another time).

What appears to be obvious, in all of the recorded history is that noone has physically come back from the dead. Except for one man! We may recognise some resemblance to the living, from pictures of the long dead ones that may surface.

So we dont know what transpires in the eventual event of death, and what comes after, so that remains an existential fear, that what if, that miracle of Yeshuah is in fact, truth?

Then there’s our people who died before Missionaries came. What of them?

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Co-Author — Lunga Ngcukana