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].

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!