A Tempest of Theology in a Teacup Collection of Words

Frail, weak and errant humans have bound and limited the spiritual without and beyond bounds into bound and limited simpleton terms, stubbornly to their detriment, despite having been told that ‘what is bound on earth is bound in heaven’.

 

Ransom and bargains of substitution are downright Sicilian.  Sacrifice is the crudest human understanding of spirituality possible.

 

Known and demonstrated misinterpretations have stood in error for two thousand years, still standing stubborn stead.

 
And virtually no one with even a smidgen of conformist group-think fear can fathom Jesus’ concerted and sustained attack on the religious establishment ‘of the day’ as the feed-back loop for all time that it is.  What hope is there that ‘the kingdom is at hand’ could have spiritual resonance?

Saying Grace

1. You can let in the light by increment. You might not even notice any change. This is amazing incrementalism within mystical wondrous imperceptibility. Yet it continually unfolds. True grace. [‘Within us and without us’, I could say]. Persistence, as always, pays many dividends. One positive thought at a time can bring you to realize that you’re a spirit, free: free of time, free of worldly ambition, free of causal damnation, free of guilt, free of loathing, nothing to fear, not even death or its accoutrements: what you might imagine — or might have been told to [un]imagine — is to come afterwards. For this is it! Spirit! What is us is wave and particle of light, in curious occupation of a series of very temporary abodes in a variety of physical avatars. There is not even time enough for dissatisfaction with a particular avatar, if we only knew. And we can know: incrementally. We should all be looking for ways to be positive, for ways to truly help, to advance the kingdom that is truly at hand, time obliterate.

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Or, exercise that much ballyhooed free will. Continue to fixate on cause and effect. Assign blame for all that goes awry. Accept fault for what may only be the manipulative manifestation of mind of another’s faulty perception. As long as there’s tangible cause and effect, someone at fault, someone to blame.

— Blame, fault and guilt, oh my! –

2. Mentally lather, rinse, repeat this existence until you inhabit a world of demons, always conspiring to bring you down. But it’s the ‘real’ world. In the real world spirit is a concept: a sort of anthropomorphology of sorts. [sic: ‘ism, ism, ism’]. And you are a realist with strong common sense. You don’t let anyone get one over on you. You’re so above concepts. I’m sure that a healthy and sustainable level of mistrust will serve you well. I’m sure you won’t turn on yourself in any noticeable way (that can’t be denied). Cause and effect, you know. It’s all real world cause and effect. Blame, fault and guilt, oh my!. I’m sure that a suitable sacrifice can be found to free you from all this persecution. From all the takers (by default/definition in a zero-sum real world). From consequences of such a firm handle on realism. I’m sure that freedom will be handed out like welfare. (i.e. the generally accepted dogma of grace).

Posthumous postulated post-script of some hours later: of and [pertaining] to the aforementioned recipients of welfare. It is a manifestation signifying nothing. It is a figment from the fig tree of your imagination. And the pseudo history of this day (in the real world) is to curse the fig tree. Feel ballyhooed free to look it up. Try the synoptics.

Note.  re: #s 1 & 2 added later.  The purpose (of adding the #s 1 & 2) is to more clearly delineate my ‘essay’ into two separate choices, emphasis on the word or.  This is for the benefit of those who insist upon seeing everything (possible to see) as binomial – as choices positive versus negative.  (The note of clarity for them is that I do advocate choice 1 and argue against [and don’t advocate] choice 2).  I hope this clarifying note might help (for clarity’s sake!)

Talking Truth

Sorting truth from the mores and morass is more than Sisyphean tough. A dedicated lifetime can’t find it. The toughest truths hide unseen smack in the middle of the mores and morass.  Of most extreme difficulty within suchlike context is the quest for the spirituality of Christ consciousness.  It’s two thousand years in hiding within the mores and morass on top of mores and morass.  Mores and morass include social niceties: rules wrung devoid of spirit in the guise of spirit.  I’m talking deep-state deception:  mores and morass of the deception [maya] world, without end.  Idolatry of name=word to your mother. These are the most despicable of all:  the ones who consider their association with this to be righteous.  No wonder their favorite dogma involves fundamental depravity.

God Hates Sin

Here’s another classic from my intimate virtual personal friend, Troy M. Rosamond, as posted on his social media site:

“God hates sin!

How many times have you heard that one? Many too many for me. I’ve always recoiled at that one and yet have felt inarticulate in trying to argue about it. But, tinker around the focus enough and one day a picture might clarify.

I see it now. Only a God who is a throw-back patriarchal white man hates sin in the traditional way. Yes I said it. And before you get all up in the arms let me qualify: I’m referring to God “the father” not to your Jesus with whom you ‘relate’ in a personal way. If I went there I’d be getting way too psychologically twisted for your comfort. And, honestly, I’m not up for dealing with all your emotional and sensitive snow flaking out on this one. So, no. I’m talking about God, “the father”, the vader of [awesome] anger and [awesome] vengeful destruction. He is the white man who hates sin.

Which by my saying I mean, of course, that I disagree. I fundamentally disagree.

Yes, by fundamentally disagreeing in this manner, I am aware of what I’m accusing. I’m accusing you and your cherished “tradition” [organized, structural, systematic, spiritless, rote ‘religion’] of constructing this white man and projecting this hate and anger. There, I’ve said it. [What a relief].

When I reflect even cursorily upon what I’ve just said, it occurs to me that your traditional “construct” is more dangerous than merely the projection and perpetuation of hate and hate-based — systemic and sanctioned ‘law and order’ violence — punishment would make it. In doing this you all are dangerously toying with that fundamental commandment, the one about making (i.e. “constructing by projecting”) false gods.

So, that’s a fundamental wrong on an even deeper level. That will be psychologically challenging enough. I’m glad I didn’t complicate matters more. I don’t want to snow flake you out.

It’s still funny though: fundamentally wrong. Fundamentalist! The irony is sweet sorrow. Sweet sorrow indeed. (And fear’s not far away. Fear is lurking in the shadows as always).

When I know you’re wrong I’m not afraid to say it. You’re wrong. God is not a white man. God does not “hate” sin. On the contrary. Quite on the contrary. I’ve known this all along, like I’ve said. I’ve always recoiled. Yet I recoiled mutely, in the same manner as I’ve always had to recoil mutely– mummified — to the apartheid [denial] racism of my upbringing.

It is most uncomfortable to be right and mute amidst the conformist conventional “wisdom” that is so frighteningly unwise.

In the course of my toying with the focus and in the occasion of my reading intently (like it’s 1666) I ran across a very pertinent quote which provided the impetus for the above personal analysis, the likes of which I’m never shy to share. The book is “Mysteries of Faith” by Mark McIntosh. This is from page 133 in Chapter 6. I recommend that you might read the entire Chapter, though I warn that it starts off horridly for the first six pages before it makes a delightful and fresh-thought turn. But anyway, here’s the quote material:

“Yet in Christ we learn that God is goodness and love itself, and has nothing whatsoever to do with violence, hatred, and anger. You have sinned, but God does not hate you or condemn you; I would go even so far as to say that God does not hate your sinning. God does not need to *hate* sin, for God simply loves it out of its sinfulness and back into real life. But we must also say that whenever we are set *against* Love we are bound to experience Love as working against us, even as condemning us.”

So there. I’ve said my piece. My peace I give you.

Here’s the full citation:
McIntosh, Mark. “Mysteries of Faith.” Plymouth, UK: Cowley Publications, 2000. (Page 133)”

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Perhaps the Dream is Dreaming You

We all ‘know’ the difference between dreams and waking reality. But, do we?

I maintain that ‘reality’ is no different from dream, with the exception of extremely pronounced difference in duration, of course.

The big lie, the delusion that makes us miss this (and which gives such righteous justification to mark those who see this as crazy), is the concept that this deluded version of ‘reality’, i.e. the ‘real’ ‘us’ ends. This deluded version of ‘reality’ hinges upon this markéd and clear ending. We count upon it with fear and attempt to counter it with faith. Our existence can and must end. (And, though the world goes on without us, we aren’t necessarily sure that it truly goes on — or for how long — either. In fact, the same elements of “count on it with fear” and “attempt to counter it with faith” are integral to our ‘theology’/coping mechanism).

We do not end. It does not end. We/it go/goes on in a duration beyond what we are able (or willing) to imagine. Hence, it is no different from what we all ‘know’ as a dream.

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.