Pagan Origins of the Christian Faith (Phil. Daily Inquirer)

[regnauld]

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Let's go back to the topic:

It has served us well, this myth of Christ’ No matter how unpalatable this statement may be to the faithful, it was allegedly uttered by Pope Leo X, no less. 1

As late as the sixteenth century, the Roman Catholic Church was fully aware of the shaky foundations upon which its dogma was formulated. Each year the world comes to a standstill as the devout celebrate the birth, death and resurrection of a mythical entity bequeathed to the world by the iniquitous Nicene Council of 325AD.

If such a man did exist, he was, in all probability, one of many minor insurrectionists rebelling at the Roman occupation at that time. It is sad to reflect on the havoc it has wreaked in the name of Jesus Christ since the conception of Christianity. There are three major criteria that contributed to the evolution of the Christian faith as we know it today, namely, mistranslation of early texts, the Pagan influence and erroneous historical and geographical detail.

The Immaculate Deception

[bungot25]

if christ is false who would be his father?

[regnauld]

if christ is false who would be his father?

It has served us well, this myth of Christ’ - Pope Leo X

Is there a father if there was a myth of Christ?

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^State the proofs of your allegation before we continue with our defenses.

[Ramini]

reg and the dudes with their hit single "digging the dark ages"..hehe!!

[regnauld]

^State the proofs of your allegation before we continue with our defenses.

Read the biography of Pope Leo X when he said, "It has served us well, this myth of Christ."Pope Leo X had confessed in the early sixteenth century that "It has served us well, this myth of Christ".55 Now that the myth was getting exploded, Pope Pius X condemned in 1907 the Modernists who "were working within the framework of the Church" and "an anti-Modernist oath was introduced in 1910".56


"It has served us well, this myth of Christ".

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[handsoff241]

Read the biography of Pope Leo X when he said, "It has served us well, this myth of Christ."

I said "state" it.. links or whatever...

[bungot25]

It has served us well, this myth of Christ’ - Pope Leo X

Is there a father if there was a myth of Christ?

unsa lagi?? ayaw baliha ang storya puppy?? explain it why Jesus is false??

[bluedes]

The Renaissance ended badly for Rome. Pope Leo X excommunicated Martin Luther and called upon Habsburg Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor, King of Spain and Naples, Overlord of the Netherlands, and a good Catholic, to round up Luther and his followers, try them, and execute them as heretics. Charles agreed, but demanded a quid pro quo from the pope. The Reformation had already won too many converts, so trying to squash it in Germany might have ignited a civil war. Charles was willing to risk this, but if the pope wanted the emperor's support, the emperor also wanted the pope's. Charles planned to attack the French holdings in Italy, especially in Milan, and it would have been convenient, though not strictly necessary, to have had the pope's blessing. Leo agreed, and Charles attacked Milan, chasing the French back toward the Alps. Then Leo inconveniently died, and his successor, the Medici pope Clement VII, a suspicious and uncertain man, was not quite the decisive leader his predecessor had been. He vacillated between France and the emperor, landing finally on the side of the French, who wanted to form an anti-imperial league.

The Emperor was livid. The pope had wanted him to punish the Lutherans--so let the Lutherans punish the pope! The emperor's brother, Ferdinand of Austria, gathered a vast army, an easy twenty-thousand German Landsknechte, low-level knights and warriors, very much like Kepler's father, Heinrich, and marched them across the Alps into Lombardy. They were not so much an army as a horde of locusts--undisciplined, sadistic, and bent on vengeance against the popish Antichrist. Not to mention the rich booty they hoped to get. Georg von Frundsberg, an old man, red-faced, corpulent, and given to rages, led them down the length of Italy. Rain didn't stop them. Blizzards didn't stop them. Nothing stopped them, for their fury against the Antichrist was enormous.

They destroyed one army on the way down, the army of Giovanni delle Bande Nere of the house of the Medici, and then met, greeted, and joined up with the imperial army of Habsburg Spain, which had been marching with a force of Italians and a few Frenchmen, under the rule of the Duke of Bourbon, the traitorous constable of France. The few professional soldiers like the duke quickly learned that they could not control their own men, that the emperor had punched a hole in a dam of religious hatred, and the army they commanded had poured through. Their men, in rags, nearly starved, with half of them unable to communicate with the other half, marched on. Clement sent word to the generals offering payment in return for Rome's safety, but when the men heard about it, they turned on their own leaders and shouted them down--they would not go back without raping and theiving and murdering until they were sated. Raging at their cheek, Georg von Frundsberg had to be carried off on a stretcher after a fit of apoplexy. Now in charge of the army, the Duke of Bourbon looked around himself, a tiny boat caught in a roiling tide, and marched his men on toward the city.

Rome's defenses were a shambles, its army almost nonexistent. There were palaces with unimaginable wealth, but the walls of the city itself had crumbled. Too late, the pope tried to gather the money to build an army, appealing to the members of the Commune of Rome, who agreed but fretted over their own business interests. The commander of the defenses, Renzo da Ceri, reinforced the Leonine Wall, but was able to gather only eight thousand men, two thousand Swiss Guards, and two thousand survivors of the defeated army of Giovanni de Medici Bande Nere to man the battlements. There they waited through the night and the next day for the monster lurching toward them.

The army appeared over the Italian countryside and encamped north of the city. The Duke of Bourbon sent heralds to demand that the city surrender, but this was only a formality and nothing more. Before the attack, the duke spoke to his men to rouse up their battle fire, but a murmur of excitement and lust ran through the camp before he could finish. His men needed little from their generals. They wanted to kill and gnash and burn. At four in the morning on May 6, 1527, an exchange of harquebus fire from both sides started the battle. The imperial troops attacked, but the Roman artillery slaughtered them by the hundreds and sent them running out of range to regroup. Suddenly, a fog gathered over the Tiber, making the Roman artillery uselesss, and the imperial troops attacked again. This time the Romans threw rocks and shouted insults: "Jews and infidels, half-castes and Lutherans!"

A stray shot from a harquebus hit the Duke of Bourbon. The princeof Orange ordered his body carried off to a nearby chapel, where he died. The imperial troops were downcast for a short time, but they didn't really need their generals and pressed the attack once more. The Swiss Guards fought back courageously, as did a good portion of the Roman militia, the surviving soldiers of the Bande Nere, and the students of the Collegio Capranicense, who fought side by side until they were all butchered. Blood pooled ankle-deep in the streets and ran in little streams into the Roman sewers and then on into the Tiber. Many of the papal troops deserted. Many joined the refugees fleeing the city across the bridges over the river. The panic of the crowds crushed some to death, while others fell over the sides into the water.

The city was now open, defenseless. The Spanish commander Gian d'Urbina led his men through the Borgo, butchering everyone, armed and unarmed alike. They broke into the Hospitale de Santo Spirito and threw the patients into the Tiber while they were still alive. Then they murdered all the orphans. Once across the Ponte Sisto, the plunder started in earnest. Palaces, monasteries, churches, convents, workshops--they attacked them all, broke down the doors, and scattered everything they could find into the streets. Money, booty, plunder was everything to them. They dragged citizens, even those who supported the emperor, even their own countrymen living in Rome, and tortured them until they handed over whatever money they had. They assumed that everyone in the city was hiding some secret treasure and pulled them, beat them, burned them until they handed it over. Those who suffered the most were those who had nothing to give.

When they found a priest, they cut him open until his guts ran out onto the street. SOme they stripped and at sword point commanded to blaspheme the name of God. They held satiric masses and forced what priests they could find to participate. The Lutherans killed one priest who refused to give Communion to a donkey. The marauders then shot at holy relics, spat on them, and played football with the severed head of St. John. They tortured on, grabbing any man or woman they could find, still searching for hidden riches. Some they branded with red-hot irons. Others they tied by their genitals. Some they hung up by their arms for hours, some for days. Others they forced to eat their own severed ears, noses, or p3nises. They raped every woman they could find, young and old, married and single, including nuns. Especially nuns. Many they sold at auction or as prizes in games of chance. They forced mothers and fathers to watch the rape of their daughters. Some they forced to assist in it. The city had collapsed; it was violated, alone, without hope.

Cardinal Pompeo Colonna, an enemy of the pope, rode in with two thousand men to join the attack. He wept when he saw the state of affairs in the city, but his men soon joined the revelers. Most of the soldiers were half-starved peasants who robbed people as poor as they were themselves. Soon the city was empty, and the invaders weary. The noise died down; the exhausted revelers gathered in stupefied clumps, heavy with wine, hung over, bleeding in places from wounds. No one seemed to notice anything. Grandmothers wandered through the streets looking for their children. Babies cried for their mothers. Children stood in the middle of the streets, stunned. Spot fires burned here and there in the city. Over all was the buzzing of flies and the stench of the dead. Here and there dogs gnawed upon the corpses.

The pope eventually fled the city disguised as a servant; he was dressed in a cloak and hood and had a basket over one arm and a sack over his shoulder. He stayed at the episcopal palace at Orvieto, where he waited out the storm, shrunken, jaundiced from a diseased liver, one eye nearly gone, like Dante in hell crossing a sea of shit. Incongruously, a delegation from Henry VIII appeared, seeking the king's divorce from Catherine of Aragon. Finally, on February 11, 1528, the imperial army received its back pay and set out for home. Soon after, the pope returned to the city, or what was left of it.

Source: Kepler's Witch: An Astronomer's Discovery of Cosmic Order Amid Religious War, Political Intrigue, and the Heresy Trial of His Mother, by James A. Connor (a biography of Johannes Kepler)