I’m in a vein today and, apparently, I have been for a couple of days based on my allowing myself to be moved to pedantry by that particular “Keep Christ in Christmas” sign.

I don’t feel the need to explain why I think it incredibly facile and of a special ignorance to believe that the world and our country is going to hell and finds itself in the mess it is in only because enough people aren’t “Christian”. I don’t feel the need to explain just how stupid I think it is to strictly and prejudicially [sic] equate ‘good’ with being so-called Christian and ‘bad’ with being clearly or even vaguely not. And how utterly impractical and insane and incredibly racist it is to take it a step further and equate good with republican and bad with democrat. And don’t get me going on the extreme limits of insanity reached in the illogic [sic] involved in suppressing votes of the latter in order to ‘save’ our country. And I admit, if pressed (or if not), that I do think significantly less of people who don’t or can’t or won’t recognize the special stupidity involved in such convenient and highly selfish convolutions of belief scenarios as presented above.

But that’s not really what I’m in the vein about. I’m more interested in presenting another parabola of parable to get across the point of the axiomatic integral centrality of Christ in every life theme. For you do or should know two things: 1) the destiny of creation is the kingdom of heaven and 2) the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

For consider this. How much time and effort do you put into actively thinking (or fearfully worrying) that you must ‘make’ or ‘keep’ your blood circulating? How much time and effort do you put into actively thinking (or fearfully worrying) that you must ‘make’ or ‘keep’ yourself digesting your repast and eliminating the waste? Such, I surmise, is the time and effort you need to set aside to ‘make’ or ‘keep’ what is central and integral and omnipresent in every moment of every day of every life. Period. I talk of cosmic Christ, that is. We don’t need to name drop. We don’t need identity politics. We don’t need a “Christian” lifestyle. We don’t need to exclude what is or deny what truly is. We don’t need to knock everyone else with hypocrisy, going on about their ‘choosing’ a lifestyle because of who or what they are. And we certainly don’t need to exclude or deny any one! We don’t need no scapegoats to advance us. We don’t need no assumed strength in numbers. We don’t need no ransom sacrifice. Our entire job in this ersatz manifestation of a material body in this material world is to awaken and to be aware of this radiant reality. And to learn to practice gratitude.

That is all.

Conferring in the middle night morn of not wake ersatz sleep
With Divine Mother, as usual
I was as vast as the universe
Containing multitudes!

Containing I felt all the love which is love
The love in every woman
And I love every woman!
The part of whom, I mean, that is authentic goodness
The tender part I receive as a child
That survives in all no matter how
Abusive or abused the world has conditioned them to be
In cold harsh cruelty of control
In all sustained conditional conditionality
In a predictable practicality of predictability
You can rely upon
The physicality of the all-too-material world, that is.

Multitudes!  Multitudes of love cascading into gratitude!

And the love hidden in males too, for that matter
Though this is so much more severely fractured and divided
Fragmented and guarded with a ferocity of meanness
Staid adherence to a poorly-signaled standard, creed or code
Meant failure explained in condescending contradiction doctrine
Cold, a moraine under a glacier of mistrust and misunderstanding
Hard herd heard. Unseen
Except the glimmer in the ones like broken doors
That don’t close all the way
And stay always in some broken state ever ajar a bit
A glimmer of light ever shows
An old-fashioned joy

Multitudes! Multitudes of love cascading into gratitude!

And with these multitudes; the vast universe
Me. Me and the universe as one
I went into a dream
A subatomic dream
And the subatomic microcosm contained the universe all!
Multitudes all!
Big big small small
The universe all!
Multitudes all!

So dream big in this subatomic way
you eternal youth of ever now!

Every personality is a has been
as been
has been
as has been
conditioned
by the world
to hide
what is not of the world

This what is not
this spark of divinity
is hidden
as if locked away
in the deepest vault
of the deadest sleep

Far off
at the far vast end of a putrid swamp
impossible dog guarded
unbeknowing unbeknownst

And all of even the vaguest
of organized structure
conspire
to maintain
this burial state

There is no hope in karma. But karma itself is very constructive and helpful if only you accept the radiant reality of an uncountable multitude of lives gone by/to come. i.e. if you could only learn the patience and mind training that begets getting better in the living in the now.

That which you see can well be an illusion – and from the spiritual radiant reality perspective: it undoubtedly indeed most certainly is.

Dream happier

When I expanded out to where everything has room

there was space for everything nothing encroached

there was nothing touching anything everywhere

somehow nowhere in a Schrödinger unobservable way

everything at all connected always to everything else.

If I had a human’s personality, then his would be the one I’d have.


“I want to address the silent majority, the people who would tell me that I exaggerate about T**** and Hitler.

Do I really think T**** capable of rounding up undesirables throwing them into concentration camps sans due or any other process? Do I really consider T**** capable of systemic murder by lethal injection of a whole class of undesirables? Do I really think America is equivalent of the Third Reich? Well, on the first two, sure. I’m with you. I don’t think this goofy oaf with charisma and a strange charm and a perverse selfish twist on command of the powers of positive thinking and manifestation of prosperity gospel is really Hitler. Neither do I believe the worst about our country, but this latter one has some strong grains of the salt of the earthly caveats to go along with it.

Because however, and this is a big BUTT of HOWEVER, I think the powers behind the scenes definitely are capable of all this and much more. There is a lot of white supremacy and nazi ideology behind the scenes, making decisions, ‘advancing’ things. Stephen Miller and the immigration tzar, for two. And all this Proud Boy white replacement theory stuff, the actual Proud Boys and J6ers (i.e. *some* masked SS/ICE officers), the ‘architects’ and ‘thinkers’ behind Project 2025, the Heritage Foundation’s slow and deliberate transactional work, and many other factors and sundry others and funders and other things and matters too. Yes.

I’m just waiting for someone to ‘inform’ me that the Fox host, Mr. Kilmeade, was joking. Just joking in jest. I’m just waiting for someone to ask me about the whereabouts of my sense of humor. *My* sense of humor???!!!!!!! Where tf have you been? I have a lifetime achievement award in humor. For a second opinion ask my mother. If I had a dollar every time she said “don’t laugh at him, you’ll only encourage him” well, I’d have a lot of dollars. Hope I invested them well, ‘cause then I’d be rich. (But all temporal money of this earth is monopoly money, i.e. play money. The sooner you absorb this lesson the lighter your spiritual existence will be!)

And as to that lovable goofy charisma-touched (like the kids say, he has the ‘rizz’) stinky-poo teddy-bear of a disrupter T****. Of course he is no Hitler. Of course he pushes all the right ‘means well’ buttons. But there is a deep-set pattern. Nigh every accusation he makes is a confession. Take that for a Sunday drive and count the ways and places that this takes you. (Hint: hoax, hoax, hoax. More direct hint: Russia, Russia, Russia. Another hint in the third party: follow the money. Lagniappe hint: does the word ‘weaponization’ ring a bell?). The deep-state accusation is a prime example of one. Another prime example: Joe Biden and the puppet masters behind the scenes and the magic ‘autopen’. Yes, there is a sort of ‘deep-state’ of white supremacists almost mystically getting their way. And there is a cabinet certainly of a group of millionaire hand-selected enablers and yes people ineptly in charge letting these white master minds operate. There is indeed an element of the Third Reich in play. Decent people remember my remarks about the German people. Wake up please. It is possible to wake up without being woke. Do that. ASAP. Please.

And as to me addressing the self-addressed elephant in the room, the silent majority. There was a time when ppl. [sic] debated [sic] me in real time. I didn’t keep my head well enough at the time. I insulted some people. I reacted to the fire with more and stronger fire. Insult begat quicker insult in return. I was accused of disrespecting my upbringing, dishonoring my parents. The 2nd was literally offered to be pled to me as a solution. I don’t make this up. I made some enemies I didn’t or never intended to have made. I lost relatives. I lost friends. I changed me identity on social media. Twice. And culled my list. Now I don’t get the insults and I don’t spend hours tensely reacting to personal attacks that I can’t believe and shouldn’t take seriously or give credence to. I don’t *usually* (though I know I’m doing it now) answer slings and arrows sent into me with a subsequent post later. But though I’ve purged my life of these negativities my reach is now severely restricted.

Yet I know that there is a silent majority who reads my stuff without return reaction and either says to themselves one or two or three things: a) I wish he would just post pictures b) I like his whimsical humor and I wish he wouldn’t post political stuff or c) he is a traitor who betrayed his upbringing and dishonors his parents. He needs to be taken out. Or thousands and thousands of other gradations and other possible and likely reactions. I’m addressing you, silent ones. With love. And many blessings, blessings upon blessings to those who imagine themselves my foe. You are not the Ofay. May your highest need be granted directly with all grace by the Divine Mother, I say. And I mean it.”

If ever I were ever to even consider to pray with intentionality it would be simply this:

That those who fancy themselves my enemy would quit the self harm.

For when they convolute to writhe to contort themselves into my enemy they can only harm themselves.

When their intention and aim is to cause me trouble and vexation or pain or suffering they commit devoted and sustained self harm.

And I pray, if I would ever deign to pray away from the practice of gratitude, that they stop.

Once so long ago, when I was much older then, their great efforts would have bounced from me to stick to them and I would have been somewhat worn and drained from the rough bouncing. Yes, that was the old reality. That could have once been considered valid and real.

But in the now I’m so far out of the bounds of what might vex that their best efforts don’t reach

but arch back and fall back with ever exponentially increasing force and find the center of them,

If I weren’t so busy practicing gratitude I’d sincerely pray for them to stop the serious hurt.