Have I been away for a long time?

‘Tis only been a micro quantum of a second’s fragment.

For I am always here. It is always now.

Gratitude is forever chasing grace. Grace is forever closely following gratitude. They are held together in balance and in the exquisite quiet of peace and serenity by the forces of devotion. The whole thing magnifies and shimmers with energy. This is the only reality.

It’s easier than you think — than any mind can comprehend — to simplify joy and purpose.

Learn all you can. Learn all the time. Learn from everyone. Enjoy the process of learning.

The end.

If that’s not enough. Perhaps you feel you need more detail. Maybe you are one of those who just absolutely has to have the details all spelled out. Well then, just for you, here’s a bit more detail:

Give in to the divine goodness.

Also and likewise the end.

Learn to forget about the world. The world and all its doings and ills and worries and wrongs, i.e all the unbearable disappointment you experience and feel, are a façade. It is to keep you from seeing the Divine Kingdom of goodness at play and in place in the eternal time of now. It does a great job. It provides delusion perfectly. Everybody can see and feel your disillusion. Everybody can stub a toe and hurt. Like the song says “everybody hurts”. Everybody bears the brunt of all your — and more importantly, your representatives on earth’s — sundry and persistent “fixes” of the wrongs and the ills and the meanness in this ‘world’. Learn. Learn to enjoy the process of learning and façade shows up much less frequently or, better, façade dissipates as façade always does.

You don’t have to believe me. I don’t have to give you any detail on how to absolutely know what you need to learn for yourself. You don’t have to buy a bit of what I’m not selling. You’re not obligated in any way to buy into any of this. Give in, as is your wont, to the façade. Believe and live as if you believe in the arbitrary length of life that you have. Don’t see the perspective of eternity in which this absurdly arbitrary ‘totality’ of life — be it a day, be it a month, be it a year, be it twenty years, be it any length of any Adele title, or be it 99 years or more — doesn’t really measure, isn’t captured or seen or seeable or measureable from an eternal perspective. Look it up! Try it! Literally go up there into eternity look back and see it (or don’t)! Love to learn. Learn to love. Love. Learn. Simple.

Creation has a manifestation, i.e. a joy and a purpose. And, in eternal time, it all plays out.

The end.

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Personally, I am of the unwavering assurance that the non-Christian is also, perhaps moreso, awarded and gifted an abundance of God’s grace. And while you will certainly admit that you aren’t perfect when it suits you, you’ve already told me under no uncertain terms/conditions or under any stretch of surreal utopian illusion that the non-Christian is the very definition of deficiency; absolutely not perfect. Period.

If my apparently arbitrary assumed arrogance of assurance contradicts the helpful point you were trying to make, well, then, that’s just the way it is. Grace might just well happen to be abundantly meted out without consultation or input from you or from those who taught you the precious fundamentals.

Remember that it is what it is no matter what you say it is.

I would hope that everybody could be happy with good news such as this.

But I am told by something that the opposite is true. I am told by something compelling that I have stoked anger and will reap likewise. I am told that my attitude, nae, my very being in concert with such unwavering assurance, is an offense to decency. (Whatever that is).

Personally, however, I demur and I disagree. On the tertiary level I find undoubtedly that I can’t agree with you. Furthermore I’m not inclined to believe along with conventional “Christian” wisdom, however so immeasurably much I admire with all devotion the universal and abundant nature of Christ spirit connectivity.

Please excuse my offense while I kiss the sky.

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The vast incomprehensible connectedness of everything. That’s what spreads me. But it doesn’t spread me thin!

A key lesson in life essential to learn is simply and plainly this: “What I want does not matter in the least”.

it is only a very few who ever get to the level of this lesson in any meaningful way.

Now, this alone will not solve anything; will not bring you any closer. As a matter of fact this can cause despair or depression in certain personality types. The ennoi can seem a gaping nigh impassable dark abyss.

However, if and when one finally learns to decouple what one wants from the illusory “achievement” of happiness, the key is turned and the secrets to the eternal universe are unfolded. True happiness abides in the eternal here and now! Gratitude for everything then cannot be very far behind!

How can I tell you about spirituality? Of course I can’t. I can’t at all. Not in the least bit. It is not a tellable or knowable thing, of course. And, of course, if I try I will provoke you anyway. Apartheid much, holy ones?

Well, what can I tell you then? I can tell you this: the ones who are barking up the wrong tree are the very ones who wholeheartedly insist upon devotion to that very particular tree. How do I know they are barking up the wrong tree? Well, simple. Barking up any particular tree is wrong.

They are fundamentally misled about the very nature of barking itself. Barking is an eternal joy. Barking is everywhere. It is an experiential joy. But you can’t tell them. The theory is the belief is the practice and all three! and more are dogmatically wrapped up into the one tree which contains all to them. They only see the signs and signifiers and perks of being in touch with all, being specially touched indeed. The nuts don’t fall far from the tree.

Moreover,‘tis the written down. And be careful in a self-preserving way to approach them with any of this. Protecting that precious specifically devoted bark is a bite.

Consider those in a church who look around and assess the character of those in proximity and take comfort. Pity those who find strength and feel “fellowship” or succor there. For consider that working with such poor material that they will weave. They will accept and extrapolate these “facts” and “observations” before them and surmise things and fear things and “know” things of the moral and spiritual deficiencies and depravities of the world outside. (Including, of course, practitioners who believe differently elsewhere).

For, verily I tell thee, any with any degree of integrity in the interface of the spiritual and the physical will not be found near an organized established religion; they will avoid it and go quietly and humbly but not willingly when obligated. Pity those who see “integrity” and “spirituality” and “goodness” and even “reality” confined among the ranks where it patently is not.

Beware those who act to order the world around them to embrace and assimilate to this “standard” and, ultimately, to enforce and mandate upon the world around them their “superior” “values”. Keep a healthy and wary fear of those who strive to conserve this dichotomy. Have utmost compassion for women who fall prey to the delusion and acqueise and are willing welcoming party to the conservation of an altogether other dichotomy of misogyny which lives and breathes life in such environment, bindings bolstered by some ersatz ‘word’.

How am I grateful?
Let me not count the ways.

For they are many and as multitudinous as the ways that I love.

Let me reminisce . . .

There are sundry, numerous and specific ways in which I my ego would make the world to be. But I don’t allow myself to dwell on any of them. The world as it is, is already partly a creation of my making, just as it is an equal share of all the creations of all the perspectives of all the people, very few of them American, actually. And even less of them white. I consider both of those facts a good thing. A goodly half aren’t even men. And I consider that a very, very, very good thing. Because the world is as we created it – some in opposition to others, some in spiritual agreement, some on a quest to eliminate the world of rivals, through proselytization or through sheer meanness and control of the “rules” or through a more direct means of violence or through the more indirect means of neglect and belittlement – I am of the certain belief that the world as is is as it is meant to be created by such a varied and kaleidoscopic creativity of force. So I don’t even aspire, dream, or try to change it, except by deliberate unceasing incremental exemplary ways of being and doing. My faith is boundless. My love and energy have no limits. I don’t pray in groups or alone in the traditional ways of aspirational or directed and/or targeted or even bespoke prayer. I am a living prayer. I am spirit and not earth-bound or physical at all.