Yesterday, I ordered a Junior Bacon Cheeseburger at Wendy's by mistake. (I'm flexitarian and eat meat on occasion when my body needs it.) I ordinarily avoid pork out of respect for my old friend Jah Rastafari, one of the manifestations of the Abrahamic God. I took a bite and tasted the bacon. YIKES!

Then I reminded myself that the Abrahamic god is not the real God. It is the Demiurge, and its purpose is to keep us trapped in an authoritarian mindset and bound to the material world.

(Don't get me wrong, Jah, I still love you, but that doesn't mean you get to boss me around!)

So, I offered my usual prayers for the animals that died so that I could live. Namu Amida Butsu. Then, I prayed extra to Osiris, who enjoys pork offerings. He borrowed my mouth for a moment, and His bliss was Divine!