karma

Some Extemporaneous Discourse on Karma

To say that karma is a bitch is a grave disservice to karma and to precious and lovely bitches.

For love is the answer and you should know this, for sure. Karma is not of one lifetime. You’re confusing karma with Fortuna and her cruel wheel, perhaps. You want to make Fortuna your bitch, perhaps, ordering Fortuna to say your name. But you should know better. And your mother should know, she who taught you.

It’s bad enough and more than grave enough merely to say it. But to think it perchance to believe it is a multitude of tormenting hell times worse.

If we only had a magic math machine that could reach into the past incarnations and collect all the data points. Then karma would make perfect sense. Everything would calculate in perfect just accord then. Then absolutely everything that happens wouldn’t be shit that happens, wouldn’t literally amount to shit, and each incidence of what happens would make perfect sense. And we could let justice ring!

But then, to remember all the causation points of all the lifetimes past would be to relive them in some conceivable or inconceivable way. And that is not necessary. Because we have all the faith we know to complement and add to all the faith we don’t know.

Faith can transform everything, like love. And love is the answer. And you know that for sure.

If you only had faith in the happenings of now and how they’re appropriate and just and meant to be. You might love the journey.

And you wouldn’t see the liars and the self-dealers getting away with anything anymore. (Or everything in your envious passive greed).

So, like I say and like I experience, every little thing that comes our way is a blessing. Every little thing is our learning opportunity. Everything is nothing else that we may see to stumble over. To paraphrase the ghost that was to do with the machine “darkness makes me fumble. For a key. To a door. That’s wide open.” But paraphrasing like that makes me seem that I’m preoccupied with nineteen eighty-one. In any case, sometimes we’re dizzy even walking in a straight line. So we need faith.

I advise myself that I need only meet each moment with a devoted cultivation of gratitude. And I advise you this too. So, if you want to be a hero well just follow me. Have faith. And use your time in this life wisely. Just know that no matter what you believe, it all goes on. [As destined by creation, i.e. the Kingdom of Heaven]. [I have reason to believe that we all will be received]. No one ever runs short of time. Not in an existence of eternity.

The journey is everything! Just practice gratitude!

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.