I was parked in front of the abandoned and ‘haunted’ house around the corner, languishing in its own unkempt woods. I was hoping that Daphne would finally do her business in the natty growth of shrubbery chaos. I had my back turned to the place and I could feel the vibe of utter hopelessness.

It occurred to me how we all know people who languish in utter despair and utter lack of joy. The story of an unrepentant Silas Marner came to mind. I briefly contrasted this human scenario with the much more common temporary pass through the landscape of despair by the normal ‘inclined-to-joy’ person.

Then it dawned on me! In the context of eternity there is no such thing as the utter joyless. We are all inclined to joy! All are on a journey to the cosmic joy that is spiritual being! It matters not how utterly ugly the abyss of despair appears. It matters not how permanent and late and/or dark it seems. ‘Tis but a temporal phantom, an ersatz ghost of radiant reality.

Too late is way too tragic within the absolute and generally accepted paradigm of one life resulting in eternal judgment. And of all the peoples I have accustomed myself to in this round of avatar occupation in this material world it is the paradigmatic with whom I have the fundamental irreconcilable difference.

However, in the context of the timelessness of reincarnated souls, it (& karma) makes every sense in every perfect way. There is no such thing as too late and there is no true tragedy. It is all a joyful zen journey of discovery and ultimate evolution. Some have just taken the longer winding way around.

Happened to hear Tom Petty’s “Won’t Back Down” just now, so excuse me if I get petty. My ears and the physical brain between them dug the Traveling Wilbury’s soundscape that largely went unnoticed back in the day, at that time. But my contemporary post-modern ears perked up when he avowed so confidently that ‘there ain’t no easy way out’.

I disagree, by way of a big paradox. In spirituality and in that rarest of rare, true religion, paradox, of course and indeed, is rife, by the way. But to get back to topic the way to get out, of course, is to go deeper within. And as to it not being easy, I beg to differ, begging like a destitute mendicant. There is nothing easier. In fact this way out is what I’ve been yearning for all my life. I was born to it. Every living moment of my life, going back to that purple vague before, since the moment that I lost the connection sometime in the vaguest vaguery [sic] of vague back there before I was I, I have been seeking and yearning, hungering and thirsting, sometimes much more clumsily than other times, but consistently clumsily, being all misfit in this disconnected world of whiners and zero-sum ‘winners’. This is especially so within that particular highly conformist corner of the world in which my karma called for me to endure and to be schooled in.

So, no Tom. No.

And even more of a paradox: once you get out you have the option to go back in, in servitude to help. So if you seek help and accept help you can shorten the seemingly endless time. But, if you go by your own volition and rely upon your truly free will you can only lengthen it. But there’s no coercion implied or applied to listen to me. None at all.

It is beyond comprehension of course, not meant for the consumption of a physical brain emotional body, so it is no surprise how scant and obscure and beyond our reach is any knowledge of the integral and intimate degree of connection and reflection in that “up there” – (which is)(Sat Nām)(what it is) – with what we are caught up into “knowing” as all there is down here, mistaking it critically, as we do, for all there is.

If we only knew!

If we could only kick (or perfect) the habit of thinking.

Quietude would tell us all.

We are lost like Piglet queuing in line (in all anxiety) as we are for access to something that requires no waiting, wasting time which in its nature is always recycled and is always now and can’t be wasted.

Quite more feasible than we assume is our ability to take a sad song and make it better.

If I could tell it to you in a parable I would.

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.