spirituality

The Nature of Reality, Revisited

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become… With our thoughts, we make the world.”

The above Buddhist quoth of a raven, I say, is demonstration that we are indeed made in the image of the creator. And that we patently don’t indeed look like the Creator, despite the fact that the holy word/sacred book tells us that Moses was privileged to get a good look at the crack of the Creator’s ass from the perspective of a crevice.

Fruit of the figtree of all our imaginations! That is the stuff of the reality of the world! Yes, the material world. It is more than amalgam, it is a composite of an assemblage of conglomerate of all our creations. We have no deity or demon or one else any other to blame.

Since so many of us are barren fig trees, since so many are twisted, dim-witted maphrotight fools and many are of the profession of a nobody from hell, a whore-spawn, a cluster of evil, a lawyer – we thus have a less than ideal world going on, containing much that appears apparently evil.

That’s reality

It’s up to us, all and each of us, to make the world better.

It starts with us.

So quit complaining! Stamp out all negativity! Gratitude is the key!

[Thank you for your attention to this matter,]

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.

11/22/17

On the Eve of Thanks

I am only enlightened

and I wonder how it shows

and what has changed.

There is a joy, I know.

Always and everywhere

diffused, that I don’t always remember

to deign to show.

And I wonder how it can show.

My enlightenment joy

is like my baby face

that showed no doubt an otherworldly wisdom.

It was a face that knew

that prompted indescribable joy

to my bewildered parents

who had no doubt of the wisdom

or of the providence of its origin.

It has never gone.

I am newly aware and

I am on the Eve of thanks.