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.

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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.

I can tell you something generalized.

I was thinking along these lines as I walked me dogs, blessed with the physical sciatic pain in my walk.

Nobody is that person.

I’ll repeat. Nobody is that person. That you know.

I mean, of course, in both senses: nobody is that person that you think you know. And *that* you should know.

Of course, all these people out there that you observe, that you know, that you’ve made acquaintance with, that you like, that you dislike, the ones you have done, the ones you have failed to do: they’re all playing a role, putting on an act, a pretense. Sure. And, sometimes, on a good day (or a particularly heinous bad one) you can even recognize in yourself the role that you are pretending to play. Image, Imago, imagine!

It runs deeper than all that, though. We are playing a deeper role and pretending even bigger in a big way to be a person at all. I am not. You are not. None of us are. You should know this. What good knowing does, who can know?

And it doesn’t matter, your beliefs. Believe what you will. Put on the personhood that you will. Free Willy!

Your beliefs are more tangible to you than the God that you profess to believe in. I should say that again but I won’t because I don’t have to or shouldn’t have to. You love your beliefs! I’ll say that again. You love your beliefs! They are part and parcel with your personhood. None of it is real. Nothing to get hung about.

Moreover it is this tangible thing you are truly in love with. There is no way you, a non-person, can love or experience the base connection you need for love except on what is the tangible level for what you know to be a tangible thing also, your personhood, I mean. It is not real. No matter if the “tangible” and the “real” is all you can understand. No matter at all. Nothing matters and what if it did? Except black lives, of course! (non-sarcastic [sic] humor warning) So take heed of what you “love” literally to “death”.

Live as a spirit and connect with spirit and treat other spirits as spirits and transcend this unreal “reality” that ties you into binds. There are no tiers of people. There are no hierarchies of beliefs. Value and valuation are false constructs. Now is forever and forever is now and your personhood life “span” doesn’t even register on the measuring scale of eternity.

I have hurt people trying to help. I have let people down trying to give them space, intending to help. I have said the helpful thing that hurts deeply. I have missed things and kept out of sight. There are always things that I have done and things that I have failed to do. They are legion. They hold the kinetic possibility of stampeding my mind, if I don’t clear my mind. Everything I do to preserve this body and this mind contains the whiff of selfishness. And I hurt people and I let people down. This can’t be helped. For perception, theirs and mine, is always at work, rarely at play. It is a fact of reality for the duration that I occupy this body in this temporal space, which is a flash in eternity that can’t even register on any measuring device or technique within that context.