spirituality

Our Place in the Universe

Every so often, from time to time, I get great encouragement, comfort, succor, and cheer from the reminders that make the rounds about how earth is situated in a very insignificant remote outpost of our galaxy. I love this reminder. I love the reminder of the perspective it gives us. For only a complete and total fool would assume or presume some kind of humanity-centric significance afforded us by a master of such a galaxy in existence in such a universe! And the universe is well versed. Believe me. And old.

The encouragement, comfort, succor, and cheer particularly apply to the great delusion of those who rely upon such a chosen significance of special destiny, privilege and, hence, a cornucopia of arrogantly assumed stewardship-type responsibility and ownership. These people are engaged in a fear-driven dead desperation of panic-grasping at an assurance in delusion of centrality. There is no Brownist, no puritan, no Evangelist, no “Christian” “Nationalist” able to stand upon any firm ground at all in their belief system, much less in that which they condemn in the perspective of the desperately hopeful gaze into the counter-factual fairy-tale countenance of this belief system.

But I don’t want to be bitter. Or to sound bitter. Or even to be understood as bitter, for that matter. Though the importance in significance of how I am understood is the least of all that matters. I love the great encouragement, comfort, succor, and cheer that a good perspective brings! I’ll leave it at that. I’m glad that the reminders make the rounds from time to time.

However, this time, I was thinking about the unimaginable perspective of our place in an infinite universe. Like the contemplation of any one life – no matter how long blissful or how long dreadful, painful and suffering – within the context of eternity of time:  the life could not be located on any pictorial graph of that eternal timeline.  It simply couldn’t register on something that unimaginably vast. So much like this insignificance of a lifetime and the futile attempts to make it register or count in the eternal picture is the attempt to place any inhabitable or uninhabitable globe or orb or other configuration of space debris within this infinite system as an outpost. There are no such outposts in the infinite universe. Each and every point in said infinite universe can be centric: thought of and known as the center. Or not. Decidedly and undoubtedly not. It is only in our galaxy that we are a remote insignificant outpost. In our infinite universe we are of a Schrödinger’s nature. We don’t exist to the same extent that we exist. We don’t register to the same extent that we do register. We can be identified and found to the same extent that we can’t be identified and/or found. How brilliantly insignificant is that!? Chosen nation indeed.

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!

Everybody Hurts

Everybody undervalues, underestimates and fails to appreciate the tremendous power in the sincerity of an apology.

Just an apology with no explanation. Only an apology.

The sincerity is of critical key importance.

It might be best to wait as long as it takes – even if it takes years and years – for that sincerity to finally come to the surface and develop.

A Base-level Rule of Life

You cannot live for this world! As a spiritual being, a divine spirit, you cannot live for this world! It’s as simple as that. It is right and appropriate, nonetheless, that you experience a blissful joy in life and that you live a rich and grateful life, with due gratitude for all the gifts you have been graced and given. It is right to experience all the gifts of grace with ample delight in all such riches in a most Epicurean way! But I’ll say it again: you cannot live for this world!

Remember How Time Works & That It’s Indeed Not Too Late

For those miserably stuck in the non-dimensional binary trap of the few are with us and the many are against us just keep this in mind and remember that the universe is multi-dimensional and, by far, the least and least important and least permanent and least significant dimension of them all is this ersatz physical dimension. And time doesn’t run like you think it runs. It is not slipping away.

It's Not Too Late

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It’s Not Too Late

The Dream Dreaming Me

In the middle of a dream that was dreaming me, I dreamed to be or not – that was nay the question nor the doubt. In being I was with being the Creator of the Creator and was told I was made in the image of the Creator and, hence, could create what I need not need want.

So in the middle of the dream that was dreaming me I dreamt deliberate and slow of what I might want.

After dreaming on it an eternity I came up with my wish: that everyone feel a discernable connective yearning to advance closer to the actuality of the Kingdom of Heaven, the Kingdom of Heaven being the real and now and future destiny of Creation manifest in all the ways that we are all connectively working on.

I was told that I had dreamt well and wisely and that what I wanted was granted: as it is exactly as Creation and Creation’s destiny is designed already. As has been said in the form of good news, of course, the Kingdom of Heaven is upon us! So my dream within the dream that is dreaming me is well within the realm.

I was told then, in no uncertain terms, that I may cease dreaming and that I should be very happy that all my wildest dreams have been answered. I was told, moreover, that, perhaps the whole manifest of destiny will certainly be advanced an extra notch or two thanks to my wise request.

I was furthermore told, without having to be told anything at all that because my wildest dreams are within the realm and have indeed been answered there is no further need for me to waste my creative powers on asking for anything at all. My time will be much better and much more wisely spent on further development of my well honed skills in gratitude.

So having awoken woke, that’s what I’m focused on: gratitude. The store of grace that I’m collecting to shower on my future students is vast indeed. And I will never stop nor slow down on finding new and novel ways to practice, manifest and experience gratitude at all times in all matters.

Thoughts Set Down After a Few Fun Meetings with the Theosophical Society of America at the Behest of a Dear Loved One.



[All Things Must Pass]. *George Harrison




God wisdom.  That’s something to be! That’s something to seek! And it is central in my feeling, thinking, existence, and devotion. In every sense of meaning that it might mean. (And it means much more than it might). Mystically, cosmically, there is a god connection within creation that is a commonality and a universal connectivity running like water underground. A river of love as the song goes. This is what it is no matter what is said, studied, written, or dare I say believed. Isness. There is nothing to join. No society. No book. No dogma. No rules. No human authority of any sort. So don’t tell me my dues are due. And don’t tell me there’s hell toupée. [I can see that dude  all sound and fury a tale told by an idiot signifying nothing and I can grasp that karma isn’t about any one lifetime but is spread within an unimaginable vastness of eternity]. It doesn’t matter what day it is in the system of three sets of seven times seven days or that each such subset of a day lasts 25,000 years. People here we are all going somewhere and we won’t get there soon. What would we do differently knowing the time? Not a thing! Creation comes with an inherent destiny that is here, there and everywhere and is the culmination of the obliteration of time, which is all now and ever was and ever shall be.