I’m hosting a guest post for the book tour for “The Goddess and the Great Beast”, a supernatural thriller by author Adrian Gross. Enjoy the guest post!
Most religions advocate some form of meditative prayer. Many secular thinkers also espouse the benefits of meditation. Whether this act is designed to communicate with a god, or gods, or the individual’s inner being, the process seeks to still the wittering conscious mind in order to allow undisturbed communion with the sublime. This is no easy task, as the conscious mind is incredibly difficult to shut up, especially in the complicated overdrive of the modern world.
Religion attempts to restrict man’s conscious capacity for evil by taming the rampant ego and calming his aggressive impulses. This often necessitates the use of slightly underhand techniques to force people to shackle their ego. If it is generally accepted that we all have an immortal soul which outlives the physical body, but, if we do bad things during our mortal lives then these souls will be punished for all eternity in ways we can readily understand as unpleasant, then, hopefully, we will do less bad things and our mortal lives will all be more enjoyable for it. Of course, these teachings are not always successful and, in fact, are often twisted by clever and cynical people to justify even worse things than came before. Nonetheless, the idea is to maintain some kind of acceptable social contract to the benefit of as many people as possible.
Unfortunately, it would seem that as mankind develops intellectually it becomes less susceptible to these spiritual techniques. Rational, educated people are less likely to accept the existence of an undetectable and therefore unprovable concept like heaven or hell. Religion then seems antiquated and unnecessary and meditation becomes merely a distraction from daily life. Man decides he prefers the brutal pleasures of conscious carnality to the sublime calm of subconscious karma. And who knows? He may be right. If there truly is no immortal soul; no heaven, hell or Valhalla; no God, Goddess or collective unconscious, then what, really, is the point of any religious or spiritual practices? There is still no scientifically acceptable evidence of any of the above, but there is evidence of spinning elementary particles and a vast expanding universe. Neither of which have any purpose. They just exist.
On the other hand, this cold, empty, random Universe of little bits of stuff floating about in space has me in it. And I can’t stop thinking of one little word that doesn’t make any scientific sense.
Until someone, or some thing, is able to tell me why I am here; why everything exists; and why I am able to think about all this flaky, irrational, spiritual nonsense, then I’m going to continue meditating, trying to get my ego to pipe down and see if I can find out what’s lurking underneath all the shouting. What is there trying so hard not to be heard? Maybe nothing, but then again…
Author: Adrian Gross
Genre: Supernatural Thriller
1942: a bored British soldier in Baghdad; a beautiful Babylonian Goddess; a sacred marriage unconsummated.
Five years later, in a dreary post-war London, the Goddess must be satisfied.
Can anyone save her demobbed consort from eternal torment?
Or eternal bliss?
Can he save himself?
Does he even want to be saved?
And what’s it got to do with the ‘wickedest man in the world’?
Adrian Gross is a British writer. Some bits of him used to be Irish and some others were once Hungarian. He lives close to Glastonbury and likes to bang his little heavy metal head whilst drinking chewy real ale!
He has endured many terrible jobs, including adrenaline-junkie motorcycle courier, record shop dude-with-bad-attitude, and air traffic control disaster limitation assistant.
When his aching bones and throbbing hangover allow, he plays football (soccer) and rides bicycles up and down the Mendip Hills.