Author: Hamesha aur HarJagah

Spooling

‘Reality’ on earth is a planetary playground of dreams, playing out, playing out.

We all sleep in the bed of a dream garden.

Such unreal dreams are as likely to be a proliferate bunch of dystopian nightmares as happy idylls.

More likely, most probably.  We fear.

It just so happens that death is required for the constant churning of souls.  Lots of death.  Look at the figures.  Look at the facts.  Consider the history.  “Nasty, brutish and short”.  (As it has been famously said.)  This is something ‘rational’ thought is not meant to ever fathom.  This is something beyond understanding like everything in all about the kingdom of heaven.

The horror of this fact has always been at human hand, always playing out despite all of our best efforts.  Death is only horror to those who fear.  And fear is the upbringing in the ‘reality’ on earth.  Always has been.  Fear imagines pain.  Fear imagines suffering.  Imaginings manifest.  Imagine that.  The dreams of them become real.  They are the labels of horror.  The scapegoating becomes an element of real when the dream essence is denied.

Change is the enemy of denial.  Denial holds fast to fearing change itself, constantly fending against change.

Yet the Kingdom of Heaven is intimately all motion, energy and constant change.  Motion, energy and constant change is integral to the kingdom of heaven.

It was not news that the Kingdom of Heaven is on hand for it has always been on hand, creating dreams of reality to manifest; creating us in an image.

It is like a theory of strings that constantly entwine yet never become entangled.

There is something incomprehensible going on and we have been poorly proficient in realization of this, losing constantly the opportunity of making something loving about it. Human is always fearing into negative.  Grasping for help.  Grasping for understanding.  Grasping for myth.  Grasping for intervention.  Begging for the erasure of fear.  ‘Life’ has become a play at living the consequences and dreading the end.

The horror.  The horror.  People.  The people.

We are spirit.

Let’s change our vibration and dream a better dream.

The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand.

It is going somewhere.  Get there we will, but we can’t get there soon.

Control

Our purpose in this world is to take part in something far beyond ourselves, far beyond what we are intended to understand. It has always been so. It has been from day one.

This is true no matter how much we have advanced our *understanding*

~[the illusion of understanding]~

I can’t say much for certain but this I can say:

The times we are most at variance are the times we are obsessed with control, either direct control in a selfish way or by association (group-thinking selfish): the times we deign to align ourselves with those *forces* who purport to practice any kind of effective control.

11/22/17

On the Eve of Thanks

I am only enlightened

and I wonder how it shows

and what has changed.

There is a joy, I know.

Always and everywhere

diffused, that I don’t always remember

to deign to show.

And I wonder how it can show.

My enlightenment joy

is like my baby face

that showed no doubt an otherworldly wisdom.

It was a face that knew

that prompted indescribable joy

to my bewildered parents

who had no doubt of the wisdom

or of the providence of its origin.

It has never gone.

I am newly aware and

I am on the Eve of thanks.

Full Circle

When I was born, in those days, I was with the creator — [we can call ‘him’ “God”] —

Before encounters turned to dreams, waned, then faded to memories

Purple light became lavender recollections became imagined doubt

And it was gone for the remainder; no rote could ever bring it back

What we call ‘life’ ensued.  I did what we call ‘my best’.

 

In the duration of life, there is no true memory.

Memory is unreliable.

Selfish perspective gives assumed color.

We are all deluded by luster.

Memory taint.

 

Now I imagine that it’s coming back.

I drop everything and empty out all that is and turn to dream encounters.

When I have come full circle, it will become real.

I will be with.  And, it will be somehow known, mystery upon mystery, it all along was.

Transients

We are, all of us, transients in a cosmic eternity.

 

We can see this in a limited way based on fear or we can see this in the immeasurably expanded shimmer of joy and light – intimating the true purpose and promise of creation.

In the limited way, based on fear, lies all suffering, pain and angst. The operative pun is lies.  Ever doubtful, ever dependent on the addiction to the idea of salvation from the limits of fear, this way manifests in the hurting those we portend to help – which distills, namely and patently, to ourselves.  The pleading and begging that come with fear give creative credence to hell:  a true standard-bound creation.

 

We can be a moon-like reflection, made in the image, with creative powers – ever loosing and binding – creating out of fear.

 

[living what we fear out of avoiding the mind-game eternal what we fear – created monster idea]

 

Or . . .

 

there is light . . .

Positivity

To be a positive influence in the world is to truly and genuinely join up with the positive force that is positively behind everything. It is to embark on a positive journey. It is an active quest. There is a positive consistency involved. Positivity doesn’t come naturally or easily, despite the positive fact that the positive is at the core of everything and can’t be avoided nor escaped. Still one has to train oneself to seek and to see the positive in the core of everything. And I do mean everything. Everything at all. I’m positive about this.

Sure there are constant slings and arrows, but they are not to be minded. They are not real. Much of the journey (and I wouldn’t take nothing for the journey now) involves, of course a negating of the negative that seems to abound.

Tireless negating of the negative with ultimate purpose to explore and to experience and to bring forth to light the positive is part and parcel of the positive experience.

The more determined and stubborn the insistence on negative one encounters, the more positively determined and stubborn the negation of the negative necessary. This, of course, can give off the distinct impression of one who is often negative. This can and will be used against the positive. Many conspiracy theories smartly fit the bill and provide the framework. The positive one, indeed, gets literally framed

This can be a tiresome experience, I presume. It can certainly be construed that way, of course. Everything can be construed, that’s kind of my point. And I do mean everything. Everything at all. But no, I will negate that negative called “tiresome.” It is positively invigorating to me.

And, to negate negative once more, I repeat: I wouldn’t take nothing for my journey now.

Construe the positive. That’s positively me. Won’t you join me, neighbor?

 

Post-script:
Another, more simple way to put it to the negative would be like this:

“Hey, negative: you are a stumbling block to me, for you are setting your mind not on divine things but on human things.”

 

Post-post-script:
And sadly, some purport to divine things while they are all caught up in human things all the while. We call them, sometimes, “The Religious Right.”

They are highly political, of course. Caught up in human things.

(Sorry if it hurts).

Go With The Flow

There is the flow of rivers, headwaters to delta, the longest rivers in the world: Amazon, Nile, Yangtze, Mississippi. White Nile/Blue Nile. Meander through the bulrushes. “The Sea Refuses No River”

There is tributary flow of sundry ilk.

There is the imperceptible unrelenting, often backwards lazy flow of the bayou, brown like an ugly snake in the sun.

There is the swift flow of the rapids throwing down the cataracts.

There are the cement constructions, lazy river flow. There is one in the shape of letters: “lima” “sierra” “uniform”

There is the energy of wind moving the wide expanses with elegant massive power flow. There is gulf stream. There is air stream. The two are related.

There is the flow of the floe of calving ice, releasing trapped and centuries-stored carbon, changing the composition of the vast expanses. Changes in density, changes in salinity. Nothing remains quite the same.

There is the flow of heat exchange, conduction.

There is circulation flow: pumps, pipes, and hoses.

There is the flow of blood, periodic lunar chart.

There is confined flow in contained hose nozzle-controlled.

There is a natural hose waste flow multiplied and shared by all the people in the world, fed by liquidity. It can go into a bucket, it can go into a pot, it can go into a public works, it can go behind a tree, it can famously go onto a second-best bed in an expensive suite with a Kremlin view.

There is the drifting flow of continents, to and fro. There is the clash of subduction zones. Mountains are like the vomit of orogenesis. Very moving.

There is magma flow in a hot spot, remote in the vast expanse. Once exposed, magma is lava, and it flows too: a’a & pahoehoe, leaving a mark upon the earth.

There is electricity flow in a wire. Turn on the light switch: immediate illumination. Think of a Newton’s cradle.

There are the waves and particles of radiation from the sun. There is the flow of photosynthesis.

There are flowing waves in the air, broadcast and caught with a dial on Marconi’s device. Limber limburger Limbaugh limbos to bimbos, unrelenting for thirty years, bending America’s lumbar like Beckham. Lump it and limp.

There is the information flow through a cable, fiber optic. It fills us with too much. It sows chaotic confusion and lack of knowing. [as Declan has said: “they’re gonna take that cable now, and stick it down your throat” and elsewhere: “it’s undercover around your houses, up your skirt and down your trousers”]

There is talk flow, Forrest to Bubba, back and forth, similar to this awkward word flow.

This could go on and on, ‘mimsy were the borogoves’, but I’ll run it through a sort of nozzle, and play with the adjustments:

There is an expression: “Go with the flow.” Some say it. It gets paid the lip service. It is associated with passivity. It is sometimes considered mystical and very eastern. It is represented many times as hippy liberality, a refusal to take part in decent society, a refusal to work. It is long hair and a beard. It is disrespect. It doesn’t stand upright for the national anthem. It smokes pot, kettle black. Lives matter. It is frowned upon in our America. It needs to pull its pants up. Serious social measures are taken to rid us of this mystical eastern passive scourge.

Decent Americans righteously rebel against it, irreligious and irreverent as it is. Yet a cousin of it, ultimately, can be found advocated in the Christian religions, especially in the ones which fight passivity and call for action. It clashes with the concept of the Protestant work ethic of course, but it can find accord in the concept of grace and in the dubious concept of “handing of one’s life over to Christ.” Literally defined, the word for this “handing over” is actually one that draws ire and derision, inciting and inviting violence: “islam”. (Not many decent ones will remain completely passive about the feelings that I just manipulated and stoked in the dropping of that one simple defining word).

And people talk about it, yes, this (paradoxical within the paradigmatic context) “handing over of life”. Committed people swear by it. What it actually amounts to in practice, I have yet to understand or to truly see. For it seems like the same old self-serving selfishness to me, only “righteous” and “justified.” [But that’s just me. As a gnostic heretic, I do have somewhat of a chip on my shoulder when it comes to this]. [It’s awkward, sometimes, biding one’s time on the execution line for heretics, especially within polite conservative society]. [Dead man walking].

But my written word flow is off again on yet another tangent. Thoughts meander like a restless wind inside a mail box. I myself, indeed do advocate going with the flow. It is the way. To me it is the way to go. It is eternal. It is universal. It is beyond time and space. It always was and always will, like the spirits that we truly are.

But, I also see a trap in confusion with “the way,” especially when it is so obvious from my original Bubba Gump talk/list above, when there are so many choices and conflicting flows and ways and means and flows of bad advice with which to go. “There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy” – Hamlet (1.5.167-8). There is almost, seemingly, no way to discern the right way. The concept of “The Sea Refuses No River” and the “We Are All Water” sentiment do offer a bridge to redemptive theology on the matter. Yet, it clashes in a fundamental way. How to know? Traditional authority? The Pope? Formal traditional protest against traditional authority? Institutional?

But reality is that we all must serve somebody. We all must, “at the end of the day” [inane throwaway cliché!] flow along somewhere to something beyond us. This is that which we fear with all our might, all our being, all the while working on the conviction that we can somehow be saved and graced and somehow granted with the opposite of that which we fear in such complicated denial.

People, even the toughest resisters who would never stoop to feminine passive flowing do indeed flow in many lost and circular ways, like the Lost and Old River on the way to Beaumont. Like flotsam, we, all of us, flow on, in on something, one way or another, acknowledged or not. There is a regular flow of fooling ourselves. We call it life. We consider it finite. We look at it as a win or loss proposition. People like to play the zero sum game. People like to project the zero sum game everywhere. The world is like Plato’s cave. Action and initiative individuality and zero sum are shadows on our wall of reality.

Yet, consider that there really is a flow to creation. There is a flow that cuts through all the other flows. There is an uber flow that overrides. Don’t go with just any flow, I say. Don’t get lost. Don’t get old. Slow down. Meditate. Find the overriding flow. See the light. Converse with the one flow in the creation. Flow though time. Flow through space. Flow eternal. Flow out of this world. Find the light. Find the flow that cuts through it all, that is it all. ‘Get on the Right Thing’. Go with that flow.

The Crucible of Finding Love

This post is constructed from two separate posts that an intimate virtual friend of mine shared on facebook recently.

The first part was his answer to someone who remarked that “they can see the love” in a picture of he and his wife of 27 years.  Then, after some reflection, in a general post, he expounded further.

I being of very close kinship to this facebook avatar, have decided to combine the two separate posts into one single work to be published to the world herein:

August 4, 2017.  1:15 a.m.:

Troy Rosamond Thanks. I could see it too. When it was happening I was seeing it and I knew it would show. Not a version of itself. Not an image or a projection. Itself. I’m glad it did.

If you live long enough, and don’t give in and don’t give up, one day we will all run across it, perhaps in the course of stepping over and around it in desperate frantic search for intercourse with something else. If we can drop ourselves we can go there.

If you live long enough after that, and don’t give in and don’t give up, and override the sabotage of good intentions that we all desperately selfishly do, we can stay for a while.

If you live long enough after that, you might start to realize that your desperate clinging for what you were looking for in all suffering of not finding — or of finding and obtaining and suffering to fail, perhaps even trying to garner and enlist the power of the earth of the sun in your deluded efforts to obtain, alas to fail — was not suffering, failure, or the suffering of failure, but it is blessing: blessing beyond blessing: a crucible.

If you live long enough after that you begin, ever so imperceptibly, to perfect it, though perfect is the last word you’d call it.

If you live long enough after that you begin to quit looking over your shoulder. [Fear — desire — arrogance — you name it . . .]

If you live long enough after that you can see where it came from — hint: in the vast, unimaginable, powers of creation — and that is a true transformation. (Not of the kind that will get you kicked out of the army, but way, way beyond that).

I am talking about the love we all could share. When we find it, to try our best to hold it there. With our love, with our love, we could save the world.

 

Further elaboration posted to a general “selected friends” audience August 5th at approximately 4:28 a.m.:

It’s that time again, folks!

It’s time again for one of my mid-night Bono-like talks about ‘Silver and Gold’ which startles me with the realization, in the middle course of it, ala Bono, that I’m ‘buggin you’. But, unlike Bono, I won’t say “didn’t mean to bug ya.”

Because, especially in this case, I mean every word I say.

Supposedly, anyway, in these so “understood” desperate times, there is a fashion for straight talk: tweet talk, direct communication, the end-around reach-around to liberality, the pussy-grabbing “truth” unfiltered.

The problem, at least for me, is that straight talk requires a draining of all humor. Straight talk of this sort requires a vigorous twisting of the towel to drain all wetness, all sly and clever humor, all subtle sarcasm and/or irony.

I could say that this is hard to do, but it’s not. It just causes perception issues. (I’ll address some of those in the by and by).

What I’m doing here is presenting the frankest, straightest talk I’ve possibly ever done.

What I’m doing here is ridding my philosophical musing and love-instruction of all elements of parable.

But I must what I must.

The danger when I talk this way is simple and direct: ending the polite conformist tap-dance of humor exposes me to vicious perception which, as an unwise political mind insists, is “reality.”

Yes: “perception is reality” insists the new “Call-me Francis” Scott Key.

It, like organized religion, is simply wrong.

And while I can drain my talk of all humor and I can indeed eliminate all the elements of parable to spread my instructive love, I find I can’t do anything at all about my cleverness. It’s something I must live with and it’s something that you, any follower of mine, to any degree whatsoever, must also endure and/or abide.

And with this cleverness which is the working of my mind, I’ve already lost a few anti-intellectual sheep in this wandering preamble. Which is fine. If I intend to save the world which is indeed absolutely what I earnestly intend, it might appear that I’m going about it the wrong way, losing my crowd. But, the losers are not my crowd. Got that Mary Anne? It is your constant, relentless giving of unwanted critical advice which got you “unfriended” and which will keep you that way.  I can’t abide deliberate and blatant negativity.

I’m still winding up and haven’t even started on the thing that bolted me awake in the mid-night hour.

But in this rambling preamble I’ll go somewhere else. I’ll go directly to the fallacy of the perception. I’ll start to end the preamble there:

The fallacy of perception that happens when I take the humor out and the elements of parable out to speak frankly is simply this: I get accused of being angry. I get accused of being hateful. I’ll use irony with full disclosure in this case this one time (not in band camp) . . .

I’m not angry. The anger is in the accusation. You’re angry.

Sorry but it’s true. You are. And I’m not. Actually, full-disclosure, drained of humor and the elements of parable: No. I’m not sorry. Nor am I angry.

Nor am I cynical.

Irony sufficiently exposed, I hope, I can finally finish the intro.

I’m finished pre-ambling now and I’ll go into where I intended to go.

[Start of frank talk]:

Buried in the fb comment bowels of another post of and on another day I replied very philosophically to someone’s kind observation with a pretty comprehensive accounting of my personal spiritual autobiography. I was inspired with this reply and I was pleased with the blunt truths it exposed and expressed.

I truly do believe that with my love I can save the world.

I truly do believe that I’ve lived long enough in a crucible to have found the source of true love.

But there is much in my beating around philosophically in this way that goes unsaid. There is so much that comes across as my assumption of superiority. There is a lot that I wanted to add to my commentary. I was thinking about adding more discussion there, in addendum to the commentary of the original post.

Tonight, though, having gone to bed very, very early, I find myself to have gotten hours of sleep. I find myself wide awake. I found myself adding to that answer in my head. I decided to post this generally, with no apparent humor, with no elements of parable.

I was thinking of attempting to attack the misperception that I consider myself righteous and over-privileged, enjoying the fruits of love through life experiences that I expound as the “right path.” This implies I have found a path which is a path that is denied to so many others.

I found myself thinking “how can this be?”

I know that it cannot be because I know that I’m saving the world with love.

How is it that I sound “holier than thou” with this? How is it that I come across as angry (both within my humor and when I talk frankly without it)?

It’s simply because of the big lie.

I’ll explain without resorting to my usual overly polite tap-dance of opacity (and, when that fails, sometimes, name-calling and crudity).

The big lie is this: that we only get one shot at life.

I’m serious. This is the biggest lie that organized institutionalized religion throws at us.

Let that sink in if it can.

I am playing the role of Origen here, of course, I understand. And I may well share his fate. Which I can accept.

You don’t have to believe me because I do realize how drastic a statement is that. But it’s true. Origen and his like have received the cruel fate of the heretic for many, many years. Yet they haven’t been stamped out. Gnosticism lives. Because it is true. Religion is false. Religion is cruel. Your religion is CRAPPY.

Now, having said that one simple thing, I do realize where the accusations of anger on my part come in, seemingly justified.

I just said that everyone’s [everyone that counts, that is] religion is CRAPPY. I have attacked Christianity. You will get defensive.

Your “Christianity” is your American flag. I seem to burn it. I seem to refuse to stand upright for your national anthem. I seem to discard everything you hold sacred. I seem to be anti-white and anti-police because I am being radically “black lives matter” in this and in so many other matters.

I can easily get this. There is much invested in the end-times fear of a War on Christianity. There is much invested in the concept of things getting worse and worse and worse and of people taking liberality to extreme, of people not having respect any more, of people shitting on Christianity and shitting on America, letting their pants droop and burning flags.

If and when I bring any of this up, I come across as angry.

I do get this.

But I’ll say again plainly: I am not angry. I am not cynical. Your Christianity is CRAPPY. I insist that a sense of humor, no matter how [sic], is truly an antidote to cynicism. [This also came up in a discussion elsewhere]. But it’s true. Yet I’m being frank here with no use of humor. I must guard against perception every now and again with another blunt reminder. It’s part and parcel of my frank talk. Am I buggin’ you?

Not sorry. Also not angry.

I am still saving the world with my love.

I can explain.

So, to get back to the theme: in waxing philosophically about the crucible and about how I came to find love and to find the true source of it, I do seem to be setting myself up as a holier-than-thou elitist who is bragging on the obtaining of something that others have either missed, or blown, or not gone through, or haven’t earned, or have lost forever.

But this angle comes directly from the big lie.

The big lie is that there is only one shot. There is only one life. At the end, there is the wheat and there is the chaff. There is the eternal judgment. The chaff is burnt. Burning hurts. We fear eternal burning.

In this context, my going on about my blessed fortune looks like elitist bragging.

But, this is an incorrect context, brought on by the big lie.

All that is hateful and CRAPPY and selfish group-think name-dropping about organized “Christianity” is involved in this lie. And by talking about spirituality as if I buy into the lie I seem to be talking nonsense.

But I’m talking in a wholly different context outside of the lie that brings us the CRAPPY religion and all its judgments and restraints.

Okay. I’m getting there now. I’m bugging you. I don’t have a humor about me and I look angry again.

I’m not angry. I’m really not.

I’ll patiently keep going. [I can say for sooth that my original thoughts were much more concise]. But I’ll keep going until I cover all the ground because I’m not at all sorry.

When I attack the most fundamental lie and call it out I am attacking in a much more personal way than I intend to.

But, when I go on without being this straight-forward about the actual context I am using, I have become just another version of a hypocrite.

That, my friends, is my own personal horny dilemma.  I can work through it.  Like butter.

And yes, I’m calling CRAPPY selfish religion a hypocrisy. That whole train of thought is a trap. We must be allowed to be spiritual without suffering the constraints of the huge big lie of one life.

Back to the theme: I was talking about living long enough to have gone through enough experiences of what look like disastrous choices in “making” love until the crucible of finding the real thing and fighting through all conventional ways and means of subverting it, either desiring something else, either not recognizing it, either not trusting it, either chasing a dream and missing it, either all the things that happen.

That kind of talk looks like rubbing one’s success in other’s eyes. Because, I realize, most people don’t achieve this. Most people don’t get this reality. But I’m promoting love. I’m promoting true love that can save the world.

Surely I get the concept that nearly everyone is suffering through the consequences of bad choices and has run out of time to go through the ‘crucible’ of which I speak. Surely I must see that I’m bragging about how good or lucky I am. Surely I must be an asshole.

Only if you fall for the big lie.

The big lie brings fear. Fear brings obsession with death. Fear promotes the dark side.

[Now I am referring to things like Star Wars and Harry Potter] [This is where I usually fall into the trap of opaque elements of parable] [I’m fighting against this].

So, the big lie again.

Everything I said about “if you live long enough” you will “find real love” and you will “find the true source” which has something to do with “the creation of the universe” is predicated on a framework outside the parameters of the “big lie.”

The cleverness has crept in again. I am using big words again. I will try to tone it down again.

But I’m not calling those who haven’t gotten here in this lifetime hopeless. I’m not saying anyone has “run out of time.” I know that if you get it wrong now, it is a learning experience. You will get another shot. You will get unlimited shots. Time is infinite. The acknowledgement that I seem to make, that I’ve somehow “gotten there” and you haven’t is not a bragging. It is a lighting of the path. It is an illumination.

But for the big lie that brings about your selfish buy-in to the group-think name-dropping CRAPPY religion.

But for that.

I think I’ve gotten the point across.

And I can say this: you don’t have to believe a word of it. How would I know about life beyond this one life? How would I know about reincarnation?

Well, of course I don’t. But I won’t stop playing the role of Origen. You can kill me as a heretic if you must. It won’t have any true impact on me. I will always be, as you will always be. You’ll work through that karma too.

So, you have the free will to believe that big lie.

You have the free will to follow all the tenets of a CRAPPY selfish religion.

I’m not into stopping you there.

But I’m not angry. I’m not cynical.

When I have resort to my full use of humor it is so much easier. “When [you were convinced] I was cruel.” [Full disclosure and full wringing of the wet towel: that thing in quotation marks is a reference to the Elvis Costello album and song ‘When I Was Cruel’].

So that’s the crux of my spirituality. That is the rub of my Origenism. That is my disclosure and confession that I am indeed a gnostic. This is my discounting of your “Christianity” and of your “America.” That is my flag burning. Without humor. Without cynicism. Without anger.

I was just referring to free will a bit up there. I want to go into that.

Free will is the fall-to explanation, I find, when “Christians” [especially of the Catholic and Apostolic version] are pressed to address the existence of apparent evil. This is like one of the science “standards,” a plug-in figure, a “constant” that is necessary to complete the working of an equation. It is bandied about like it explains everything: “That’s because of ‘free-will’” the man-splaining goes. And the whole system of the big lie of the CRAPPY religion hinges on this all-explaining constant. This is only because of the big lie, I maintain.

Without the big lie, our love can save the world. That’s where I’m at. Without anger, to be sure.

But, without the big lie, the explanatory constant is not needed. You are not losers. You will not receive a forever fate because of running out of time.

After you live long enough you will find truth. After you live long enough you will experience real love. After you live long enough you will recognize the source of it. It will not be what you might have been looking for. You, like me, might not recognize it. It will be very different. If you don’t give up and don’t give in you will realize it. You will realize the Creator. It will come. Meanwhile you will continue to pay the karma for the things you cling on to. Your certainties will prolong the experience. But, not to worry. More chances always come. It is not too late. It is never too late.

If you don’t like this you can shoot me. Literally. Lock and load. And unload. [It doesn’t matter]

Now there is fire. There is hell. There is a crucible.

What is the difference?

“Free will my child”

(That was sarcastic. That was anger-free humor).

But, really.

We are constantly in this working out of things. We are constantly in this learning. We are constantly in this seeking true love. Some of us are fighting it, for sure. Some of us are fighting ourselves. Some of us are fighting violently for our CRAPPY institutionalized beliefs.

Yet, the learning is going on. However tiny the increments. Even the most resistant group-think name-droppers are changing over an eternity of time. No one can hold out.

Hell is a fire of fear. Hell is a way of looking at the things that happen to us all as we suffer to learn. Eternity of hell we might — (those of us who buy-in and see the end-times playing out) — well fear with all our motives. But eternity of hell is a concept. It is the wages of CRAPPY belief. It is a free-will choice of perspective. It is a negation.

Crucible is the same set of learning experiences and “suffering” taken as a positive perspective.

That is the difference. It is the thinking that makes it so.
[Full disclosure anti-parable: that is a reference to Shakespeare]

~~~

***one liberty-partaking of sarcasm: Imagine fire burning spirit-matter, causing pain**** [If you can, check your imagination. It’s broken and, quite possibly, all grown up and cynical. Fear does that. As does a crippled, stunted sense of humor]

~~~

So, I think I’ve said it all.

For this time at least.

I hope you understand my absence of hate better.

It is only the CRAPPINESS that I’m resisting. It is only the lie and the CRAPPY religion that comes out of that lie that I’m denying.

I’m very lachrymose intolerant.

That is my diuretic.

i.e. to be perfectly clear, it is not you, personally, to whom I direct my tough loving resistance. It is not your religion I disdain.

I most certainly, with all the love and realization of the created universe, encourage, by all means, with all loving heart, your spirituality.

It is just the CRAPPY part (however fundamental your free exercise of free will might make it). That is all.

If you refuse to understand this and if you hold onto previous misconceptions of my destructive anger-filled America-hate and “Christianity”-hate and my assumed love of radical repression I can’t really offer you anything more than a hearty Go Fuck Yourself.

But I was talking about the love we all could share. If we find it, to do our best to hold it there. With our love, with our love, we could save the world . . .