All that ever is is. All that ever was is. It is. Truly, it is all that is.

A virtual friend posted the beatitudes early this morning and I was grateful. I literally hadn’t thought about them lately. I realized how much this teaching from our belovèd rabbi reaches me, teaches me, and means so much to me.

I actually had an epiphany. There is something very unsettling, not about them, but about the rest of it as compared to them. I could never explain it clearly. I’ve always known but also didn’t know just what it was.

I had a moment of clarity. I almost posted a blithe one-sentence ‘comment’ to that post. It was my impulse. It would have been so easy. I’ve done things like this in the past. Something that might seem so clear and ring so obvious a bell to me can readily look opposite sitting out there naked and exposed. And that’s not to mention completely out-of-context. Certainly it would have been markedly opposed to all ‘reasonable’ expectations as to appropriateness and aptness.

Yet to me it would have been clear. It would have been brutally honest. It would have short-cut carried so much clarity of sincere meaning and devotion.

And I’m so glad I didn’t. Not that I regret all the other times I have done similar to this (or exactly this). I always know what I mean.

I will post that actual one-line blithe response to reflect the clarity of my epiphany at the end of this ‘essay’. It is just possible that my meaning and devotional admiration might well be clear (after the context of all this explanation). It should also be crystal clear why such remarks by me cause such ruckus. It should be readily demonstrated that constraint and timely silence is very valuable and works wonders.

Meanwhile, I’m going to ramble away with my explanations. None of this is truly “planned”. And I don’t have to do it, but I want to. I want to demonstrate that I do want to be proactive and take measures needed to be understood in the hopes that I might impart an unexpected level of enlightenment on someone where I would instead have seemed to have sowed discord. I honestly think that, because of the way my mind processes, and because of the lack of skill I have in responding to things that resonate me, people simply think I take special glee in causing discord. It is far from true.

Most times that people (meaning me) take the time to explain something, it is in give-and-take ‘answer’ to something. They (I) can easily and readily come across as “defensive”. By taking the initiative to present this proactively – however unsolicited – as I have, I can also possibly add to healthy dialogue and present my devotional sentiments in some unattached way. I truly have no dog in no fight [sic]. I feel great that I’m not being defensive – as I know I would have been had I been explaining this after the post and the repercussions.

Now, I’m in the territory of “what the hell is he talking about?” again. So, I’ll try and keep this brief and to the point that I originally intended this ‘confessional’ to be. None of the above was truly planned or intended, as pregnant as it is. I’m just sitting here listening to the very boring NFL draft and freelance writing as I bide time. My hopes, as usual, are to be helpful, to serve, to advance understanding, believe it or not. Or else, don’t believe me. Okay. Focus.

My posting my epiphany would not have come across well.

I would have ‘apparently’ ‘high-jacked’ someone’s post with ‘hurtful’ ‘sarcasm’.

Feelings would have been immediately hurt. I would have been questioned pretty quickly. Had I not been around to assure quickly that no, I am not contradicting the sentiment, the original poster would have been quite offended and ‘defended’ by a supportive coterie of others very offended at my rudeness.

People would have been shocked at my brazen twisting of innocent goodness.

I would have gotten some attack for being so angry and for straying from and squandering my good upbringing.

(Those latter two have actually happened more often than I ever would ever have liked).

And for the five or so people who reacted, an unknown ‘multiplier’ factor of many times more silent judgers would have been incensed at my hate.

You might think this is some exaggeration. I assure that maybe it is not.

I would have fixed it, of course. But fixing lasting impressions and the once-again-met expectations of let-down is not necessarily as fixable as one might hope it is. I would, though, have assuaged and soothed. Time has a way of healing all wounds – or, as John Lennon has famously said: of wounding all heels!

So there is a bridge. There is water. See the water flow. From that vantage it is water under the bridge.

But this is fundamentally what I really mean when considering the beatitudes: to me they are the essence of religion. They are the essence of faith in Christ. They capture the mystic reality of what this human fellow, Jesus, was truly about. The beatitudes are as different from the rest of the New Testament as could be. The rest is a mess. A big conservative political mess. The beatitudes are all one needs. The beatitudes are where it’s at, in my estimation. Nothing else matters. And intercourse if it did.

The beatitudes and the rest of the New Testament are as strangely different and opposite of what the masses understand as is the “Song of Songs” within context of the Old Testament. You get the sense of “where the heck did this come from?!” You may axe yourself, “how did he get this?” “Song of Songs”, of course, when one examines it in close literature study, is a sensual feminist writing. It couldn’t be more diametrically opposed to the male-dominate, woman belittling, woman discounting, woman controlling material that surrounds it than is clear, cool water from a barren desert of dry waterless sands. Look for anything sensual in the rest of the Old Testament and all you’ll find is the conquest fantasy of misogyny. Look it up. Read it in context. It is all rapine property ownership. This is a far cry from anything celebratory or feminist at all. It is what it is. But do note this too: “Song of Songs” does also convey and slyly disclose the narrative of misogynist reactive action, with commensurate understated lament.

As is the comparison of barren desert and cool, clear water is also the comparison of beatitudes with the rest of the New Testament material. At least in my experience and intuition. Say I’m deluded. Say I’m mistaken. But don’t question my sincerity. Don’t knock my devotion. Now, there are indeed some other good mystical materials. They are hit and miss. The mysticism of the Book of John and the infinitesimal true part of Paul’s actual mystical experience are things of beauty. But the good parts are like flecks of true gold in mounds and mounds and mounds of worthless dirt. The Book of John is infused with mendacious anti-Semitism. The Paul material is both co-opted and politically re-told and written over, re-written and ghost-written. It is conservatively supportive of political empire to a degree deliberately denied in favor of a fever-dream of “the world is out to get us” martyr-mongering and highly political fear-mongering. There is way more faux-Paul than you think there is. I’m not here to argue. I simply love the beatitudes and I am content to find ALL of my religion in them. I truly see Christ in them. (And in the mysticism, literally and figuratively).

So that’s that. My impulse [non] post:

Not blessèd are the conservatives

I was parked in front of the abandoned and ‘haunted’ house around the corner, languishing in its own unkempt woods. I was hoping that Daphne would finally do her business in the natty growth of shrubbery chaos. I had my back turned to the place and I could feel the vibe of utter hopelessness.

It occurred to me how we all know people who languish in utter despair and utter lack of joy. The story of an unrepentant Silas Marner came to mind. I briefly contrasted this human scenario with the much more common temporary pass through the landscape of despair by the normal ‘inclined-to-joy’ person.

Then it dawned on me! In the context of eternity there is no such thing as the utter joyless. We are all inclined to joy! All are on a journey to the cosmic joy that is spiritual being! It matters not how utterly ugly the abyss of despair appears. It matters not how permanent and late and/or dark it seems. ‘Tis but a temporal phantom, an ersatz ghost of radiant reality.

Too late is way too tragic within the absolute and generally accepted paradigm of one life resulting in eternal judgment. And of all the peoples I have accustomed myself to in this round of avatar occupation in this material world it is the paradigmatic with whom I have the fundamental irreconcilable difference.

However, in the context of the timelessness of reincarnated souls, it (& karma) makes every sense in every perfect way. There is no such thing as too late and there is no true tragedy. It is all a joyful zen journey of discovery and ultimate evolution. Some have just taken the longer winding way around.

Happened to hear Tom Petty’s “Won’t Back Down” just now, so excuse me if I get petty. My ears and the physical brain between them dug the Traveling Wilbury’s soundscape that largely went unnoticed back in the day, at that time. But my contemporary post-modern ears perked up when he avowed so confidently that ‘there ain’t no easy way out’.

I disagree, by way of a big paradox. In spirituality and in that rarest of rare, true religion, paradox, of course and indeed, is rife, by the way. But to get back to topic the way to get out, of course, is to go deeper within. And as to it not being easy, I beg to differ, begging like a destitute mendicant. There is nothing easier. In fact this way out is what I’ve been yearning for all my life. I was born to it. Every living moment of my life, going back to that purple vague before, since the moment that I lost the connection sometime in the vaguest vaguery [sic] of vague back there before I was I, I have been seeking and yearning, hungering and thirsting, sometimes much more clumsily than other times, but consistently clumsily, being all misfit in this disconnected world of whiners and zero-sum ‘winners’. This is especially so within that particular highly conformist corner of the world in which my karma called for me to endure and to be schooled in.

So, no Tom. No.

And even more of a paradox: once you get out you have the option to go back in, in servitude to help. So if you seek help and accept help you can shorten the seemingly endless time. But, if you go by your own volition and rely upon your truly free will you can only lengthen it. But there’s no coercion implied or applied to listen to me. None at all.

It is beyond comprehension of course, not meant for the consumption of a physical brain emotional body, so it is no surprise how scant and obscure and beyond our reach is any knowledge of the integral and intimate degree of connection and reflection in that “up there” – (which is)(Sat Nām)(what it is) – with what we are caught up into “knowing” as all there is down here, mistaking it critically, as we do, for all there is.

If we only knew!

If we could only kick (or perfect) the habit of thinking.

Quietude would tell us all.

We are lost like Piglet queuing in line (in all anxiety) as we are for access to something that requires no waiting, wasting time which in its nature is always recycled and is always now and can’t be wasted.

Quite more feasible than we assume is our ability to take a sad song and make it better.

If I could tell it to you in a parable I would.

There is great and generous value to be had in being very stubborn.

Now, I can hear the parents, especially the young parents, out there nearly shaking their heads off the swivel. “Absolutely not!” says the head on a swivel. But hear me out.

My most earnest and sincere advice to anyone is to be stubborn. Be very stubborn. Don’t give in and don’t give up. Be stubborn, that is, about being positive. This pays such immeasurable dividends!

Be positive about absolutely everything! Train your mind (in a positive and constructive way!). Be positive in the face of no matter what kind of excrement, pain or suffering life throws at you. Think about the absolutely worst possible scenario – Actually NO! Don’t think of that! That wouldn’t be positive or constructive! – But, transcending that little trap of a Catch 22, no matter how bad things or scenarios get, be stubborn about being positive, I say.

If the entire vast expanse of the universe conspires against you (with or without Soros funding) [tongue-in-cheek reference, that] and you have only the tiniest grain of sand as ground to stand on, make your stand. Be positive in the face of it.

If that grain of sand turns against you, find the tiniest atom in that grain, stand on that, and be stubbornly positive. Go deeper if you must. Find the quark for Master Mark within that tiniest atom, though the very observation of that quark would, of course, make it behave quite strangely; find it anyway even if only in your imagination and make an imaginary positive stand while imagining to stand upon it. It’s both alive and dead so that whole experience will be a positive bliss!

That is my advice to you. Take it or leave it. Believe me or not (or else don’t believe me).

Frankly what I believe happened is that certain sensitive touchy people got emotionally disturbed and pissed off that certain clever cool black people had the temerity to say “awakened” deliberately wrong. And that it caught on. That it seeped into the vernacular the way cool black people have had the knack of doing. Certain people just couldn’t handle it. So, in their consequent anger they’ve gone ahead and fossilized something that would have come and would have gone, like the ladies who once spoke of Michelangelo.

Much to-do (some kind of ajar ado) about nothing but misplaced anger, and the sound and the fury, signifying nothing, that had a dire need to be impatient, to be unkind, to be jealous, to be pompous, to be inflated, to be rude, to seek their own interests, to be quick-tempered, to brood over injury, to rejoice over wrongdoing and to disdain and attempt to alternately co-opt the truth. To broadcast — with performative drama of outrage — this co-opted ‘alternative’ truth, a tale told by an idiot. In other words, the republican platform. You know. like white people do. The ones on Fox. The ones who deign to be awakened in any way.

#Snowflakery

1. With duality lives fear.
2. Duality is not real.

Don’t be every now and then.

Be. Every. Now.

Energy speaks to energy.  Spirit speaks to spirit. 

This is the way. [All else is inarticulate, incommunicable].

There are no bounds.  There is no distance.  There is no past, there is no future.  Now is always and now is everywhere (hamesha aur har jagah).

The emotional body, the physical mind, they are in no condition to fathom this.  They cannot cope.  The best they can be is wishful and the worst they can be is capable of being and doing much, much worse. 

Hence, one cannot convince others of such matters.

Don’t take my passivity of non-trying to get through as a surrender.  I am merely elsewhere.

My silence is a great joy.

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Those who will “save” you are operating from a place of emotional body and physical mind.  It is wise to pay them no mind – but not with rude disrespect, mind you.

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Just know there is no sect.  Just know there is no dogma.  Sect and dogma are products of the emotional body and the physical mind.

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Though they insist you are astray from the path, it is wise to pay them no mind, mind you.

Keep energy to energy, spirit to spirit.

The straight and narrow is broad and vast – to unimaginable dimensions – in energy and in spirit.  And with time obliterate, when all is now, all – with no exception – all – even the frightened ones of emotional body of physical mind – all are on the path to creation’s destiny, energy to energy, spirit to spirit.

karma may well take an eternity to work itself out. Eternity is encompassed within now!

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Pay no heed to words or arguments or bargains or ransoms or threats or promises or carrots or sticks.  Fear not their perilous terrible deadline.  Energy to energy, spirit to spirit, they and you are on the path and will come around.

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P.S.:  the best they can do is throw shadows (or ketchup) at you.  The worst I suppose they can do, beyond condemning you to eternal hell, is nuclear annihilation of the physical world.  [This does not touch energy or spirit in the least] [And, keep in mind, they cannot stop the time].