Manipulation seems to be the energy that runs the world. Manipulators are everywhere. It can surely, Shirley, seem that manipulation is the very thing that makes the world go round (even if the world itself is a flattened slice of a sphere that goes round and round as if on a cosmic turntable). Look around and manipulation is all you see. It is no wonder, then, that the true and only feasible cosmic choice seems to be to be on the side of the good manipulators versus the bad manipulators with all you have, mustering up strength in numbers.

Yet all that we see is only the manifestation of the kaleidoscope of the ‘realities’ ‘created’ by so many perspectives, keeping it real, so to speak. It is a confusing manipulative sloppy mess of a soupy consistency indeed. Look around and see and you will see manipulation. Why not enlist in the army of the good? Don’t join, I say, but see through. Look without looking. See without seeing. None of this is real. Be woke. Be living. Be now.

Irony and I feel for you deeply. You talk with such conviction of certainty. Consistently. I grant that. Yet you have hitched your wagon to torment. Total depravity. Arbitrary grace. I feel for you deeply. Bipolar torment. For if it is truly arbitrary and works don’t work you are stuck. You don’t know. You can’t know. You can incant the reassuring things you incant. You can talk with such conviction of certainty. But you are tormented with not knowing. Doubt is deep. Fear is steep. So you join up with the likeminded. You experience strength in numbers. As long as you all have the “other” who is not saved you convince yourself you feel more secure. As long as the depraved stay outside the circle. [Except when they accept]. But that can’t be thought through. That doesn’t follow. In any case all of that is doing. Incantation is doing. Joining up is doing. Banding together and ‘circling the wagons’ against the depraved is busy doing. Anyway aren’t all depraved? But you have accepted! But even the acceptance. That is a doing. Acts. Axe. “Works”. So turn to conviction of certainty again. It has served well so far. Or is it conviction in court for depravity? You don’t know. And the stakes are so high. The stakes are so high because you hitched your wagon to those who insist upon such terminal high stakes as a final solution. You all created those stakes. Bound the rules tightly. High and steep. Irony and I feel for you deeply. I am a prayer for you to wake up. But you hate woke. Torment. Irony and I feel for you deeply.

I, and I all of us I, have now. And it is joyous. It is all I have. Why and what then would I want to have? Though all around me seems losing their heads in chaos of fear. Though all about seem disgruntled, negative and downright cruel. If I can sit in the center of quiet and stillness in joyous peace and it is now and it is all I have, why and how could it matter? That is all.

There is one element or factor that stands out prominently.

It is our human tendency to over-rely upon and/or to presume to apply control as a proxy for love.

Dress it up, bless it, euphemize it in the most innocuous caring nurturing good intentions that you may.

Nothing stymies or kills love like the blind overuse or like the all-too-knowing overuse of control. (And everything in between).

Be it motivated by worry, by care, by anxiety, by fear, by wishing, by hoping, and by working for the best it still amounts to usurpation of an authority that doesn’t exist, by an assuming of something that is not. And there is an abundant kaleidoscope of variants of justifications of reasons, of rationale for motives, of alibis sincere and insincere. We have not seen the complete epic list of these combinant variations exhausted as of yet.

I said somewhere else in some other context that the only thing we can control is gratitude. Null nil nothing and todas nada else is under anyone’s control outside of one’s own mental construct of a world.

Or I didn’t say that. But I certainly meant it.

And this works for all types of love. It is not just the love that makes you hard and aggressively unyielding or receptive and seductive, depending. No. It is all the types you might learn about in the Greek of Biblical nomenclature. Like I said, this doesn’t just apply to love in the biblical sense.

Think about it. Love is oft expressed in the manifestation of control. This situation is created, of course, by physical beings endowed with the powers of creation. Signs, signifiers, and expressions must be created. Creators go about creating. That’s what they do. They loose and they bind all over earth and heaven. Then pay the consequences and fear the consequences. That’s where hell is created, that the creators especially specifically poignantly fear.

But don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying that love is not created real or that it is no good. (Or that it’s a battlefield or that it’s like oxygen). Because, of course, love is the opening door. Love is what we came here for.

And I also said kill love. Of course, that is absurdly ridiculous. And I know it is. Love is the one thing that can’t be killed! (Outside of the mental world physical reality created seemingly bespoke by ersatz creators). Love is soul matter, spirit itself. It is eternal existence itself. It is Christ, if you will. Spiritual cosmic ‘real’ love is abundant and unceasing and as unlimited as nothing else. It is truly the cup that runneth over. Kill love! Ha! That joke kills me.

Hence, I’m not saying to forget about nurturing, caring, doing things like mothers instinctively do, that women innately feel and that men often are oblivious to. No. Not that at all. Love is a real thing of creation. It springs from accord with the mystical spiritual powers of creation, the creation that humans are designed in the image of to imitate. Just don’t lose sight. Love springs from gratitude. Gratitude is the only thing we can control. You must awaken! – be woke – to the limitations of control.

By all means vibrate the intentions of love. Radiate love. Practice gratitude in all things. Relinquish control. Drop the desperate wrest for usurpation of means of expression through control and love on!

Love soft and love hard. Love often and love deeply. It is good to say it but it most certainly need not be said. But stick to controlling only what you truly can. Practice serenity.

If I could advise one thing that we should be doing;

If I should present that thing as the only thing important to do;

It would be that we learn – we train ourselves – to increase gratitude.

Do this! Do it every moment of every day! Don’t falter! Give thanks!

In fact, for serenity’s sake, I would say that increasing gratitude is the only thing we can control.  Accept everything all else we must, and we must make the changes necessary to accept all else and to practice to control this one thing diligently.

I’ll put it this way:  we must build gratitude upwards to meet the gifts, the blessings, the grace – call it what you will – coming downwards to us.

That is it.  That is my unkept secret of life.  Disbelieve me at your peril.  [You know you love to]. Try and occupy yourself with anything else, try to control any else as you will, to no avail.  ‘Let Hercules himself try as he may, the cat must meow, the dog must have his day.’

P.S. This advice is more than well worth forgetting your ‘fundamentals’ about.  I can say that for sooth!

Unlearn! Unlearn ‘history’. [Pry your cold dead hand from your heart]

Unlearn! Unlearn ‘religion’ [Transcend the transactional fear]

Unlearn! Unlearn faulty civics gleaned from the internet [Self-explanatory]

With three strikes, racism is out!

I.

It was comical this morning. In an innocuous time my mind stilled and I recalled a dear person to whom I wanted to send a blessing. I caught myself wondering if it would find this person. It was a chuckle inside! It was a joy of a chuckle! Because, of course, it doesn’t work like that.

A blessing is something that doesn’t need to know where. It gets where. There is no space. There is no time. Blessings are instantaneous. They are not here. They are not there. They don’t even need to get “sent”. They are abundant and beyond any time-space continuum. Like the music of the spheres blessings are all energy and vibration wave and particle and the vast space between.

So blessings are sent anywhere at any time in no time at all. There is no limit. Infinite thousands can radiate at any time, quicker than a mere thought. So I radiate them. In zen fashion I do without doing. It doesn’t even require thought. I know without knowing. My practice is continual radiation. All hit their mark because there is no mark.

Nothing could be sillier than to worry. Nothing could be sillier than to presume I need to send a blessing and that it might not find the dear person it is sent to.

This is comically hilarious. I can only smile. I can only radiate more joy. I send you my blessing. All of you all! There is not a being for whom I harbor such hate or discord with that I could not or would not bless. There is no such thing. You are blessed.

II.

I know many people pray and many send out specifics related to their prayer intentions. Warriors they sometimes call themselves. Many believe wholeheartedly that group prayers of specific intentions are infinitely higher in the power scale over single instances of prayer of intention. Fine and dandy.

There is no blessing that needs an intention. Blessings are better left undefined and unspecified. Much better. The best way to bless is to ask Creation to grant the grace of meeting the highest need. Even better is to ask without asking, to do without doing.

Who can know what another’s needs are? You cannot. I cannot. It is not possible.

Attempting to know to send exactly specifically what another needs is a presumption of a magician. It is an act of manipulation. It is not love and it is not blessing.

A blessing is something that doesn’t need to know where. It gets where. There is no space. There is no time. Blessings are instantaneous. They are not here. They are not there. They don’t even need to get “sent”. They are abundant and beyond any time-space continuum. Like the music of the spheres blessings are all energy and vibration wave and particle and the vast space between.

I may thus have burst your bubble but you are blessed. Had I presumed to “bless” you with a specific prayer of intention you and I would be cursed beyond blessing. Of course an incidental effect of prayer contains an element of blessing. Of course. But that plank foundation of that manipulative presumption is a curse. For sooth.

III.

I know that what I’ve said can and often will be taken as hurtful. I know that I’ve gone well beyond the point of joy and humor and humorous joy. This is no longer comical, joyful or amusing to the ones who don’t want to hear it. But blessings radiate and hold no specifics. This is a law of the cosmos. Take it up with creation.

I know what people have been taught about prayer and intention. I know that one must unlearn all fundamental teaching about intention and love and sending prayer-intention ‘blessings”. Blessing is not a human thing. It is a spiritual thing.

A blessing is something that doesn’t need to know where. It gets where. There is no space. There is no time. Blessings are instantaneous. They are not here. They are not there. They don’t even need to get “sent”. They are abundant and beyond any time-space continuum. Like the music of the spheres blessings are all energy and vibration wave and particle and the vast space between.

No one should be taught false opposite of how things are. Yet they are. They are taught exactly that. The very fundamental religion that is all the rage is full of intentions and of catering to people’s needs. We are conditioned to love through a gnosis of what is good for someone else. But who can know one’s true needs? No one but a manipulator can know this. Hell, who can really know one’s own true needs? No one. It’s a matter for Creation. As spiritual beings in a physical body we need to train our physical brain to shut off the physical things and turn on the spiritual things. Spiritual things are unknowable as we know knowing. To the extent that we even presume to know our own highest need is the extent to which we are a magician unto ourselves. We are self-manipulators when we presume to know what specifically to ask for. The Creator is not Santa Claus or even a cosmic Santa Claus. We curse ourselves. [In vain, if you will, to borrow parlance]. And one who is an adept communicator who communicates well and articulately their specific “needs” to another is inviting curses on all involved and is inviting another into the manipulation game.

Further, to repeat a point and to expand upon it, the way the masses are taught our superior western version of religion — [which arrogantly presumes to be universal as the One and Only. This is hilariously laughable when we take into account the fact that anything we consider “the west” is a mite speck in the vastness of the Universe] — is all bargains and ransoms and sacrifice in the intention of bargain and ransom. I think this is specifically intended to reach human beings. It is a workaround to true spirituality. Again under the disclaimer of that last thing I said, the disclaimer being “I think.” In this physical world we can take things with the disclaimer of “I think” with a grain of salt.

You don’t have to believe me. You can be frustrated and hate my “presumption” and my verve and nerve to “preach” and to undermine your fundamental “reality” of good intentions and doctrinal presumptions. But you are blessed. I radiate blessings. I don’t have to define them or address them or worry about them getting to where they are going. There is no one who is so upset with me that we have somehow become distant and in discord to the extent that I will not or cannot bless.

You are blessed.

Happiness is truly it! There is nothing of any more worth beyond happiness.

While it is and is isn’t my life’s mission, I know I am influential to others.

And I often hit people one day, unexpectedly, way down the winding road of time, their having been given much free space and unlimited space/time.

I’m more than cool with that.

However, I understand and I’m more than okay that my forces and powers and charisma of influence are very, very subtle. They indeed are subtle to the point that they may not register or may even, at times, even register in the negative. Maybe I’m a false negative. I’m kind of a cosmic machine of influential wisdom, like a centrifuge of subterfuge. I’m sneaky like that. And I like it best when it’s all lighthearted.

But that’s me. None of you really know me. (Especially if you know a person).

But here’s the real amusing kicker. I get the deepest irony of amusement in the moments and incidences and occasions when I axe people to examine something within themselves. Why do I get such an amusing kick out of that? (You may well axe).

Because I can hear the crickets. That’s hilarious to me. At those times I am most ignored. I am most ridiculed in deep Jeanerette conformist silence. I am most shunned when I give the most helpful advice I could. Metaphoric crucifixion becomes me. And that amuses me to death, almost as much as the degree to which this very post will annoy and confuse and confound people.

My weakness may well be my life-long addiction to the joys and thrills of arcane and opaque humor that doesn’t land.

tmr

I am Always and Everywhere. (My Hindi name is literally Always and Everywhere). I am awakened to the realization of my nature as always and everywhere and that is the happiest thing ever! Joyous even! My awareness of my nature/being can and does come across in the temporal physical manifestation as confidence. It can readily easily be resented as over-confidence. This constant radiation of confidence can be received by a faulty and/or untrained receiver as arrogance. Which is amusing! ‘Tis joyful amusing! It couldn’t be more different from the common arrogance of faith belief that is projected ad nauseam and sometimes quid pro quo nullum gratuitum prandium particularly in our country particularly in the southern “belt” of our country. This is the most joyful amusing confounding confusion that I could imagine on earth and it delights me to no end!

Yours Truly,

P.S. Don’t look for me. Don’t wait for me. I am there. I am here. I am now. I am later. & I go back so far I’m in front of me.