Once upon a time on a random Pacific Island inhabited by cannibals, the Chief of one tribe was running for dear life away from a hunting party of a neighboring tribe because he knew that they intended to KILL him, rip out his heart and EAT it on the spot. This ritual act was believed to impart to it's partakers the FULL power, POSITION and spirit of the fallen warrior SO the higher up the FOOD CHAIN their position was....the better.

The cannibal chief scrambles to the shore of the island and spots a flimsy boat which he jumps into and begins paddling with all his might, narrowly ducking the spears and arrows of his hunters, but luckily able to pass the break waters of the reef surrounding the island and is caught up in the major currents of the Pacific against which he is powerless.

Weeks later, nearly starved to death, the cannibal chief is picked up by a random navy vessel, fed, clothed and brought to a coastal city upon the shores of these United States of America.

Now, because this savage has a keen intelligence and the immediate need to communicate their desires, they slowly begin to mimic and understand the native language, customs and mechanical rituals of the America's and are soon able to ask questions and grasp the actual meaning of any replies.  

They learn how NOT to smile fully while saying "hello" because that would expose their SHARPLY filed teeth which only causes grimaces from whomever they are trying to communicate with, but they DO learn that the FOUR wheeled land canoes of these people are FUN to drive and not that hard to manipulate with AUTOMATIC gear shifting.

SO, while they are sitting in the appropriate Immigration Department where the civil employees are scratching their heads while trying to figure out what to DO with the chief, a State of The Union address begins to play on the television nearby. The cannibal chief notices that many of the civil workers stop whatever they are doing and pay respect to the largely unintelligible words this obvious person of GREAT authority and power are speaking.

The cannibal chief realizes that THIS person is ALL powerful within the tribal hierarchy of these lands and reasons within himself that if he can HUNT this person down, KILL them and eat their heart, then he will become the absolute ruler of these lands and be fully able to AVENGE himself upon his enemies back at home.

Once the State of the Union address is completed the distracted civil service workers look toward where their charge was sitting but he is GONE.  A frightful scream is heard from the female secretary of this Immigration Office Chief, and when they rush to her aid, they find their boss naked laid out on their back with a darkening bruise upon their forehead and a HUGE bloody hole in their chest and a bent and bloody letter opener laying nearby.  They don't notice at the time that their chief's car keys are missing but after the police arrive and do a thorough investigation it is surmised that the Cannibal Chief must be the perpetrator.

Despite the ALL Points Bulletins being issued and every law enforcement agency nationwide being notified of the crime and description of the assailant, the Cannibal Chief, after switching cars and eating the hearts of his enemies numerous times, finally makes it to the SEAT of TRIBAL POWER in these new lands he finds himself in.

Stealthily he makes his way through the IMPRESSIVE security protecting his target and is covetously imagining how VERY soon HE will be enjoying the fruits of his steadfast labor. The unsuspecting victim of his attack barely has time to utter a word before a crudely fashioned ceremonial dagger is thrust into their chest, breaking their sternum and spreading their rib cage sufficiently for the cannibal chief to quickly reach inside the cavity, grab the still beating heart of their victim, RIP it out, sink their sharp filed teeth into it, tear off a chunk and SWALLOW.

The cannibal chief jumps up off the luxurious bed as the bewildered Secret Service members rush into the room and the Cannibal Chief holds up the still quivering, dripping vestige of the dead presidents heart and shouts, "Me CHIEF now!  Me CHIEF now! You HONOR me NOW!  You HONOR me NOW!"  But, since the cannibal chief is STILL brandishing their ceremonial dagger in one hand, the well trained agents only FIRE repeatedly into the center mass of their target and they go down.

The last gasping words of the cannibal chief as their life is ebbing away is a hearty chuckle where he says, "Ha!  Ha!  Ha!  You Break Ritual, You Have NO Chief!  His Power is MY Power Now And Dies With Me!  EAT your own HEART out!"

And so we can from this fictional example FULLY surmise that the RITUALS established through the FALSE doctrines of men and devils which have NO basis in the TRUTH of our shared reality can ONLY damage that shared reality in one way or another.

IF one researches the VAST amount of additional ritual heaped upon the very basic tenants provided by the GOOD, Omnipotent, Omnipresent, Sentient Creator deity as revealed to the Hebrew Peoples within their ancient UNMODIFIED scriptures, and later FULLY realized in the person of Yeshua The Messiah of Nazareth, you may grasp the sad truth that PEOPLE, whenever left to their own devices or when tempted by our Adversary, institute TOTALLY unnecessary and ridiculous and damaging Cabalistic tendencies and practices.

Believe it or not.

Your choice.

Till then.

Shalom!