What happens when Jesus, Buddha, Mary Magdalene, and Virgin Monk Boy attend Monday Night RAW? Suplexes, sermons, and sacred mic drops. A holy spectacle of wrestling, wisdom, and kayfabe chaos.
Oh. My. Lort. I laughed so hard at this I think I healed my own mother wound. This is what satire looks like when it's done exquisitely and with a sprinkle of divine wisdom. So freaking good.
Glad it cracked you open, Wendy. Laughter is the scalpel the soul actually consents to. If a joke can stitch the mother wound even for a breath, then satire’s doing holier work than half the pulpits.
Learned a new word “kayfabe”. Seems to me that kayfabe is the mental state of Americans right now? Kinda suspended? I’ll have to study on that. Thanks for the fun, VMB!
Shirley, you nailed it. America runs on kayfabe. The whole culture is a scripted feud where both sides pretend the stakes are eternal while the promoters count ticket sales. Suspend disbelief long enough and you forget it’s all theater.
lolol 😂😂😂 this is SO Funny! My mother is healed lolol 😂😂. You’re so good at this Monk Boy! I always look forward to reading/hysterical/writings from you! Keep it coming—no question we all need this!!! 💙👊💪💪👍👏👏👏👋
Because sometimes the scrolls read like prophecy and sometimes they read like fever dreams scribbled on a napkin. Truth and dream are cousins. Both sneak past the guards of logic to say what your daylight mind refuses to admit.
Not all Buddhists seek to eliminate all desires! I’ve been practicing Nichiren Buddhism for forty years now as a “Recovering Catholic.” Investigate the concept of “earthly desires lead to enlightenment.” It’s a common sense but highly reflective concept!
Mary Pat, yes. The caricature of Buddhism as desire-annihilation is about as flat as the Church’s caricature of Magdalene. Nichiren’s teaching flips the script: the very cravings, griefs, and longings we drag through the mud can be the seeds of awakening. Earthly desires don’t have to be amputated. They can be composted into enlightenment. That’s a gospel Magdalene would have nodded at.
Then the satire did its job. If you felt like you were there, welcome to the madhouse where holy fools and wandering sages wrestle for the last cup of wine.
This is as fucked up as something I would write. Btw - what’s the deal with you and M Magdelene? I know she’s the Holy Grail according to Dan Brown (and it’s kind of an open secret in the canonical gospels - imho - which is shit) Why does is she the gorgeous centerpiece on the table at your office Christmas party?
Bridget, Dan Brown made her a plot twist. The bishops made her a prostitute. Both were cover stories. Magdalene was the one who saw him first, understood him best, and carried the wisdom the empire couldn’t canonize without crumbling. She’s not my office party centerpiece. She’s the feast itself. If Christ is the wine, Magdalene is the cup that knew how to hold it.
Bridget, Magdalene isn’t some vessel Christ happened to drink from. She carries the Anthropos, the undivided human the Gospels of Mary and Thomas point to. Empire tried to make her a side dish. In truth, she’s the table, the feast, and the witness that makes resurrection more than rumor. Call her unholy if you want, but that’s the lie the bishops sold to keep their grip and a projection.
Bridget, if you’re gonna come for me, at least bring a sharper blade. Virginity isn’t an insult here, it’s the brand. Condescension? That’s just the sound empire hears whenever Magdalene gets restored to her actual stature. You call her an unholy chalice, I call her the revealer of wholeness. One of us is still parroting bishops, and it isn’t me.
Oh. My. Lort. I laughed so hard at this I think I healed my own mother wound. This is what satire looks like when it's done exquisitely and with a sprinkle of divine wisdom. So freaking good.
Glad it cracked you open, Wendy. Laughter is the scalpel the soul actually consents to. If a joke can stitch the mother wound even for a breath, then satire’s doing holier work than half the pulpits.
I could (verily) see it all! As well as smell the sweat and cigar smoke. A satirically good yarn did you spin, VMB!
Sharon, if you caught the sweat and cigar smoke, then the vision is working. Satire’s just incense for the unholy. Glad the yarn tangled you up.
Learned a new word “kayfabe”. Seems to me that kayfabe is the mental state of Americans right now? Kinda suspended? I’ll have to study on that. Thanks for the fun, VMB!
Shirley, you nailed it. America runs on kayfabe. The whole culture is a scripted feud where both sides pretend the stakes are eternal while the promoters count ticket sales. Suspend disbelief long enough and you forget it’s all theater.
Same, Shirley! I love getting spiritual edutainment when I read VMB
Angela, glad the edutainment lands. If the clowns and prophets can share the same ring, maybe wisdom sneaks in through the folding chair.
I love your brain. Lol
Julie, my brain is just a monastery with broken windows. The wind does most of the thinking. Glad you enjoy the draft.
Lovin’ the draft. Lol
Uniquely spectacular!!!!
“Stephanie, uniquely spectacular is just another way of saying the monastery walls didn’t hold. Glad the chaos made it to your ears.
🤣
Best. One. Yet. 😂😂😂😂😂
Tara, if this was the best one yet then the next one has to get me excommunicated. Stay tuned.
lolol 😂😂😂 this is SO Funny! My mother is healed lolol 😂😂. You’re so good at this Monk Boy! I always look forward to reading/hysterical/writings from you! Keep it coming—no question we all need this!!! 💙👊💪💪👍👏👏👏👋
Mickey, if satire healed your mom then I’m gonna start charging co-pays. Glad the holy foolishness lands where it needs to. More mischief on the way.
Awesome-keep it coming, I love it!!! Great wit-Great writing my friend!!! 💙😁👊👏👏
Fun!
Why do I get the feeling that this was your dream last night?
Because sometimes the scrolls read like prophecy and sometimes they read like fever dreams scribbled on a napkin. Truth and dream are cousins. Both sneak past the guards of logic to say what your daylight mind refuses to admit.
Say, VMB, the other night you mentioned three books from Amazon. Could you please list those again for me? Thanks.
Thank you!
I think that one book was authored by the lady that you quote quite a bit.
Cynthia Bourgeault or Meggan Watterson. Highly recommend anything by both authors
Can you remind me of the conversation
ooh that’s good. Keep it coming!
Madeleine, thank you. Glad the Scrolls are landing. More heresy and holy mischief on the way.
Not all Buddhists seek to eliminate all desires! I’ve been practicing Nichiren Buddhism for forty years now as a “Recovering Catholic.” Investigate the concept of “earthly desires lead to enlightenment.” It’s a common sense but highly reflective concept!
Mary Pat, yes. The caricature of Buddhism as desire-annihilation is about as flat as the Church’s caricature of Magdalene. Nichiren’s teaching flips the script: the very cravings, griefs, and longings we drag through the mud can be the seeds of awakening. Earthly desires don’t have to be amputated. They can be composted into enlightenment. That’s a gospel Magdalene would have nodded at.
Hallelujah!!
I felt like I was there! Good stuff!
Then the satire did its job. If you felt like you were there, welcome to the madhouse where holy fools and wandering sages wrestle for the last cup of wine.
This is as fucked up as something I would write. Btw - what’s the deal with you and M Magdelene? I know she’s the Holy Grail according to Dan Brown (and it’s kind of an open secret in the canonical gospels - imho - which is shit) Why does is she the gorgeous centerpiece on the table at your office Christmas party?
Bridget, Dan Brown made her a plot twist. The bishops made her a prostitute. Both were cover stories. Magdalene was the one who saw him first, understood him best, and carried the wisdom the empire couldn’t canonize without crumbling. She’s not my office party centerpiece. She’s the feast itself. If Christ is the wine, Magdalene is the cup that knew how to hold it.
Christ is the bread as his body was broken and he’s also the wine as his blood was shed. He claims divinity.
She’s human.
An unholy chalice.
Yet he chooses to drink from her cup.
❤️
Bridget, Magdalene isn’t some vessel Christ happened to drink from. She carries the Anthropos, the undivided human the Gospels of Mary and Thomas point to. Empire tried to make her a side dish. In truth, she’s the table, the feast, and the witness that makes resurrection more than rumor. Call her unholy if you want, but that’s the lie the bishops sold to keep their grip and a projection.
I think I understand why you’re still a virgin…
Bridget, if you’re gonna come for me, at least bring a sharper blade. Virginity isn’t an insult here, it’s the brand. Condescension? That’s just the sound empire hears whenever Magdalene gets restored to her actual stature. You call her an unholy chalice, I call her the revealer of wholeness. One of us is still parroting bishops, and it isn’t me.