Thoughts Set Down After a Few Fun Meetings with the Theosophical Society of America at the Behest of a Dear Loved One.



[All Things Must Pass]. *George Harrison




God wisdom.  That’s something to be! That’s something to seek! And it is central in my feeling, thinking, existence, and devotion. In every sense of meaning that it might mean. (And it means much more than it might). Mystically, cosmically, there is a god connection within creation that is a commonality and a universal connectivity running like water underground. A river of love as the song goes. This is what it is no matter what is said, studied, written, or dare I say believed. Isness. There is nothing to join. No society. No book. No dogma. No rules. No human authority of any sort. So don’t tell me my dues are due. And don’t tell me there’s hell toupée. [I can see that dude  all sound and fury a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing and I can grasp that karma isn’t about any one lifetime but is spread within an unimaginable vastness of eternity]. It doesn’t matter what day it is in the system of three sets of seven times seven days or that each such subset of a day lasts 25,000 years. People here we are all going somewhere and we won’t get there soon. What would we do differently knowing the time? Not a thing! Creation comes with an inherent destiny that is here, there and everywhere and is the culmination of the obliteration of time, which is all now and ever was and ever shall be.

More About Gratitude

Some days the only thing you have to hang your hat on, the only thing you can be grateful for, is that somewhere inside, maybe deep inside, you retain and contain the capacity to be happy. Thinking about this and acknowledging this, though, can be a big step. For that’s a lot. It’s a big thing. There can be much gratitude indeed!

The Nature of Reality, Revisited

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become… With our thoughts, we make the world.”

The above Buddhist quoth of a raven, I say, is demonstration that we are indeed made in the image of the creator. And that we patently don’t indeed look like the Creator, despite the fact that the holy word/sacred book tells us that Moses was privileged to get a good look at the crack of the Creator’s ass from the perspective of a crevice.

Fruit of the figtree of all our imaginations! That is the stuff of the reality of the world! Yes, the material world. It is more than amalgam, it is a composite of an assemblage of conglomerate of all our creations. We have no deity or demon or one else any other to blame.

Since so many of us are barren fig trees, since so many are twisted, dim-witted maphrotight fools and many are of the profession of a nobody from hell, a whore-spawn, a cluster of evil, a lawyer – we thus have a less than ideal world going on, containing much that appears apparently evil.

That’s reality

It’s up to us, all and each of us, to make the world better.

It starts with us.

So quit complaining! Stamp out all negativity! Gratitude is the key!

[Thank you for your attention to this matter,]