Monday, December 24, 2007

The Day after the Night Before Christmas

Tonight one of the grand traditions of American culture will repeat itself once again. In the morning it will spread its wings. In some homes you will see abundance magically transformed into shared treasures. In some it will be to excess and in others it will resemble what we read about in “The Gift of the Magi”, often the conditions will be the same but the impulse for sharing anything beyond the cold touch of objects will be missing. In many cases the objects will be missing too.

America is some kind of a Christmas gift for some. It seems to be a Christmas gift for those who will not share and also for those who don’t celebrate it. I understand perfectly why people don’t believe in God. I’m also glad I’m not like them. I have the benefit of having encountered God and there can be no mistake about that should one be that fortunate. For those who aren’t really motivated to that end or lack the perseverance required, it isn’t my job to do the work for them.

Finding God isn’t the same thing as learning how to play the guitar. Learning to play the guitar is not easy. I’ve seen all the ‘would be’ guitar players and writers and artists. I’ve seen why people have to settle for second best or less because that is what they gave. Finding God is a lot harder than playing the guitar and I would be a much better guitar player today if it had been my priority.

People bitch about their lives yet fail to put what’s necessary into it in order to make their lives worth living. They bitch about their companions and those who did not become their companions; the one’s they longed for and the one’s they failed to impress with their lack of passion and it never occurred to them that maybe they should have wanted them more. Maybe their love should have been a little more intense. God is like that and less easy to impress than the heiress down the street is by the boy from ‘down in the boondocks’.

When I see people with marginal intellects and small accomplishments get all puffed up like a pigeon in rut about how there is no God I just have to smile. I love it when people who are, in the words of the Bible, “Blind and naked” and unable to change the color of one hair upon their head except by cosmetic agency... I love it when they use the benefit of their few years in school and little learning since to expound upon what they haven’t a clue about. It makes me laugh. I’m laughing right now.

I love watching people like Donald Trump with his hair, Paris Hilton with her classy style, Larry King in his James Dean bomber jacket and George Bush doing a poor imitation of Paul Newman... I love watching these people. I look at them. I look at the clock. I look at them. I look at the clock. Clockwatching doesn’t bother me because time is irrelevant but for these... oh... time is not irrelevant at all.

If none of these people believe in God- and I submit that they do not- all protestations aside- then why do they all go around behaving like a bad imitation of God? Is it that splendor thing about God that bothers all the peacocks? Is it that 8th sephirah? You’ll note; if you had any wit that that is the path assigned to what you call The Devil.

I have the benefit of knowing absolutely that there is a God. I know it for a fact. I am more certain of that than I am of the world I am presently embodied in. I assure you that the actual splendor of God far exceeds anything you could possibly imagine and bears no resemblance to the mimicry practiced in the various manifest kingdoms.

Self-acknowledged intelligent people like to point out inconsistencies in the Bible. Well whoop de do... What’s the Bible got to do with God? What’s a road map got to do with an actual highway? It’s still not the highway pilgrim. And what if the location is off road? What possible good could a Bible be unless it was written into your heart; or did you miss the point about the blood?

We’ve got some blood religions on this planet but they have nothing to do with God. The same people calling out the name of God while dressed in finery- stepping over the bodies of those trampled on- are the same people who crucify the God they call out to.

You’re smart enough to catch that? Hmmmm... that must mean there’s no God. Before I start saying that something isn’t I would first be expected to define what it is. Who are more people going to be thinking about a hundred years from now... you, or God?

So, you’re all self-reliant and brave that you can face black eternity with your faith in nothing. That’s just swell. Is there a particular reason that anyone should care? Isn’t that your affair? Go for it.

The thing about the people who throw the baby out with the bath-water is that they often throw the baby out regardless of whether it is in the bath.

I don’t love God because I am supposed to. I don’t follow religions and I break the rich man’s laws every day. I love God because God is that part of me apart from the presentation and skilled or less skilled ability to get in or out of other people’s ways here in the darkness of the material realm. I love God because it is the eternal resting moment of that which set me forth and gathers me in.

I dance with witches who are unaware of what they are and with those who claim to be and know jack shit about real Wicca. I’ve been in graveyards when Smashan Tara appeared and if you weren’t mad before you were after.

Everyone talks a good game about this and that; “I went to war.” I worked hard.” “I love my country.” “I’m important.” “I’m influential.” “I’m pretty.” “I love God.” “Godamn it listen to me.” Everybody talks. They get all misty eyed about their deodorants and their therapists. They get kissy-faced about people they can’t stand. They lie and pretend and put a good face on an ugly lie and they just don’t understand why you don’t love them with their garish rings on their fat fingers and their faces that bleed like a burning painting every time they are moved to cry about how unfair life is to them.

God isn’t anything like that. You’ve been told how to find God but you won’t do it. You’d rather be all intellectual about shit you’ve put two or three weeks into. It’s because you never suffered for the things that you should have that you will most certainly suffer for the things that you did. So go ahead people... jabber on about what you have no more experience of than words in a book you read between the time you last thought about fucking somebody and the last time you thought about fucking somebody else. The strangest thing is that the desires on both sides of the desire you don’t exercise are the same desire only it is just enough to make you a bad guitar player.

It’s all too much like the film, “The Last American Virgin.” It’s a flawed film and the fact that Gary was gay might have had something to do with it except he didn’t play one in the movie. But when he walks into the party at the end and sees’s Rick kissing Karen after he just paid for her abortion- that Rick made necessary and then dumped her- and is carrying the etched heart in his pocket... you’re thinking God’s like that, because you think you’re Gary and you’ve got no clue about God. All you know is how you’ve treated others. God’s not like that... you’re like that. THAT is the difference.

Don’t go describing or denying God according to what you know about yourself and the world. When you do, the God you fabricate is you. We certainly don’t need any more of those... just pick up a newspaper or turn on the TV.

Let the love be born... it’s a long way between the discovery of life’s most precious jewel and a Calvary somebody already walked for you. You’ll be tough enough when the time comes to see that nothing more is required of you.

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ Spread Your Wings ♫
'Spread Your Wings' is track no. 1 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible

Friday, December 21, 2007

Here Comes that Day Again

Well... it’s getting down to the wire, that thing we call Christmas. There’s going to be all those sentimentalized opinion pieces about how we’ve lost the real spirit of Christmas because of the over commercialization of the material world. Oprah’s going to give everybody in the audience a Swatch watch or something. There will be some kind of heroic effort by someone who saved Christmas for someone. There will be the tender tales of families united. Celebrities will be photo-opting at the children’s cancer wards. We’ll be hoping for peace on Earth which is an unreachable fantasy and people will be nicer to each other for a few days and others will be less nice than normal because of the pressure.

Some people will go off on a bender and wake up on the far side of New Year’s Day. People will miss each other. Some will spend Christmas alone; I’ll be one of those since everyone here is flying north for the holidays and I’ve got to man the bridge. I’ll make myself a nice Aubergine Parmesan and unfold into the day, maybe call some friends. I’ll be looking for that special feeling that I sometimes get. It does exist because it’s happened a few times... Christmas spirit.

I don’t think there’s a more controversial figure than Jesus Christ. He wasn’t fooling around when he said he was bringing a sword. Kahlil Gibran wrote a book called, “Jesus, the Son of Man." It’s a beautiful thing and if you haven’t read it you really ought to. From what I can remember a fellow goes around and talks with people that met Jesus Christ and they each describe to him what they experienced, always in terms of who they are or what they did. Gibran was a remarkable writer. I once lived with a man called Father Francis. He was an archbishop in the Old Catholic Church. He lived on top of Meads Mountain in Woodstock in a quasi-medieval church that he built with his own hands. He was in his late 80’s when I knew him.

Father Francis had been quite a socialite in his day. He moved about among The Vanderbilt’s and others. He loved to tell stories about those days. Apparently Gibran came to visit him. I asked him what he thought of him and he told me that he was a very sweet man but that he drank too much wine. Digressing...

I’m not a Christian. I don’t think I am anyway. But Jesus Christ is one of my heroes none the less. There’s no real evidence that he ever existed, unless you count The Bible. Someone like him certainly was around. You look at the impact he made on history and it’s apparent that some force is at work. The story of his life is a seamless allegory. It’s a beautiful tapestry of events that covers everything everyone needs to know about how to live a better life and get into trouble at the same time. If you follow Jesus according to the establishment you should be alright; maybe even a ‘well respected man’. If you follow him according to the things he said and did you will probably get into trouble.

Not too many people actually follow Jesus Christ the way he said they should. It’s pretty extreme when you think about it. Sell everything you have and give it to the poor and then pick up your cross and follow me. I’m thinking the cross is actually the body. The soul is crucified on it. The earthly passions war in their vehicle against the higher nature.

Lately there’s been news about these televangelists. Some lawmaker has gone after them and their lush lifestyles, private jets etc. Apparently they’re living high on God’s dime and it all becomes necessary expenses. I’ve listened to a few of them explain about why they have carry on like rock stars. There’s one particularly odious representative of this form of excess; that would be Paula White. It’s fascinating to watch her freaking out with the spirit and howling out in a voice very much like a crows with the audience filled with black people. Paula’s whiter than Wonder Bread. She’s got the de rigueur Kabuki mask and a personal life chock full of a lot of the things Christians aren’t supposed to be doing. But she’s down with it.

I look at the present pope’s face. Benedict is the one who single-handedly controlled the pedophile phenomena for the church. I look at his face and I don’t see what I think you’re supposed to see. I see someone dark and devious. Maybe I’m projecting but that iconic halo glow is not happening. When they killed my friend Giordano Bruno, that was the last straw for me. Don’t ask me to explain that.

I know there are some real Christians around. I’ve met them. I’ve also been petitioning the Invisible Rosicrucian order for some contact but that hasn’t happened yet or I didn't notice at the time. I like The Rosicrucians. They exemplify what I think a Christian should be.

There’s no doubt in my mind that there is a Jesus Christ. I think about the life of the man who wrote Amazing Grace and all the tales of redemption; some of which are amazing. I look at the music and the art and architecture that this one man/God inspired. When I was a child I used to go to various cathedrals in Paris and wander about. Sainte Chapelle was one of them. There was a lot of awe in that for me. I’d go to the Louvre and look at the paintings. Back in those days an eleven year old kid could just go in and out of these places. I loved the light coming through the stained glass windows. I think of our personalities as windows that either allow or block the light. Our auras are what occur when the white light personalizes in us. Sometimes you see people with that radiance where the light is moving freely through them.

I think about the odd similarity in sound between Krishna and Christ. That’s not an accident I don’t think. So many religions have these same themes, even the pagan rites over which the church grafted their own holidays; but that’s all astrology and the implication of the planetary forces moving through human affairs.

To me the birth of Jesus is symbolic of the potential in everyone. The infant Jesus can be born in the heart of a person and then finally mature into the thing itself. It’s a white malleable softness that melts the heart into a chalice brimming with light.

So many people will try to put aside their personal trials and strife for Christmas Day. Some will succeed and some won’t. Some will go berserk in drunken outrage. Dinners will be ruined, possibly lives. Some will capture that special joy that filters from the faces of children. Well, there are presents and the presence. The presence is the present.

I’ve heard and I do believe that if you practice the presence of God that sooner or later you will be in that presence. After all, we are in the presence at all times. It’s the recognition that we don’t have. That means always bringing the mind back to the thought that ‘the one’ is listening through your ears, seeing through your eyes and that we are all brothers and sisters beneath the skin. What a marvelous thing that must be... to actually feel that everyone is a welcome part of you. How fantastic must it be to be without judgment or censure of anyone? It would be like walking through the Kingdom of Heaven while still on the Earth.

For brief periods I have felt that overwhelming love that encompasses everything. It’s a piercing thing. There’s a keen sorrow in it but it is wrapped in joy and the meld makes for an exquisite experience which can’t be duplicated by anything else. If you’ve got love in your heart you have it all. It you don’t you have nothing. Why it is so hard for us to share without restraint and to yield without conflict; to shine upon everyone as a manifestation of the divine... I don’t know. I just know it’s the hardest and simplest of things.

Here’s wishing all of you get a taste of that at some point between here and Christmas Day and that it will take root and grow. Here’s the hope that we find what is valuable and cleave so fast that we cannot tell where it begins and we leave off.

Merry Christmas.

Visible sings: God in Country by Les Visible♫ I Need More Light ♫
'I Need More Light' is track no. 4 of 11 on Visible's 2001 album 'God in Country'
Lyrics (pops up)

God in Country by Les Visible

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

You Can't Levitate if you don't Meditate

It always seem like a wheel to me... the operation of the manifest world. The operation of creation always seems like a spiral. I know that there are undiscovered laws that apply to all of this and though I can sense and sometimes see their operation I don’t understand them. I don’t have to understand them. I just have to be aware of the one and cooperating with the other.

You can see this wheel of the manifest going on all of the time. You can see it on a great many levels. You see it in the seasons and the cycle of day and night. You see it in the predictability of patterns. You see it in the way people repeat themselves. You see it in the sameness of appetite and all the things that repeat in the lives of people, animals, plants and rocks.

Things grow strong in the turning of the wheel. Patterns reinforced by repetition become more difficult to break; like a rut made in a dirt road. The idea of moving the vehicle out of the rut over and over until a new rut is formed is not something most people get into and not something they like to have visited upon them by outside force. Parents discover this when they raise their children. You can discover it in marriage and in prison. Sometimes the patterns replacing patterns are worse than the ones replaced.

The wheel’s on fire. You can’t get motion without desire or some kind of power to turn the wheel. You could call it a wheel of confusion. It always keeps moving through some kind of countryside of color and sound. All these things are happening. You weren’t here and now you are. You’re young. You’re in the middle. You’re old. You seem to be gone and then you’re right back on the wheel again. Now a wheel can turn forever and still never be anything but a wheel. A spiral is a different matter, even if it does have characteristics similar to a wheel.

If you tell people they are on a wheel to nowhere they might agree with you and they might get annoyed with you. In many cases they won’t know what you’re talking about. That’s not the interesting part. The interesting part is when they know what you are talking about but don’t do anything about it. Another interesting feature is the way the mind slips around considering it. The mind doesn’t like to contemplate this because it interferes with the familiar.

For thousands of years the wheel of the manifest continues to turn. It’s probably much longer than that but the different periods of existence only record so much of it in their history before some new cycle with new history replaces any memory of what came before. During any particular cycle, if you were to speed up the movie, it would be like riding the rapids through wild gorges. Cities and cultures would rise and fall like undulating waves. Every drama imaginable would repeat in new costumes with all manner of technologies. They’d be the same dramas regardless of the time period. Finally it would all end somehow and then begin again.

You have to ask yourself what the point of this is. The same things keep happening. There’s an endless agony of pain and loss counter-pointing an endless continuum of pleasure and gain. They’d be changing places routinely within the lives of every living thing. What is the point? Seen from a wide perspective there wouldn’t be much point besides the desire to go through it. One could speculate that any and all of the souls involved just didn’t get what they were looking for so they kept coming back again and again in the hope of finding whatever that was. For some it was enough just to keep doing it. From the wider perspective that would seem insane.

It comes back to that interesting feature about the mind slipping around the consideration of its situation. Maybe all that the mind can know about anything is confined within the operation of the wheel. I don’t think it matters what is the cause of the confinement and endless repeating as much as whether there’s a way out of the loop.

You can’t talk about these things in any satisfactory way. You can only hint at something. If you’re successful with the hint it triggers the image factory and then the mind so activated is able to carry on with the process according to its own means of interpretation.

Almost all of the time, almost all of the minds have only so long to consider anything outside of the usual turning before the wheel slips right back into the rut. When you cut your finger you are constantly aware of it for a while, then less so, then less so, then not at all.

It stands to reason that this wheel is a location where the same things repeat over and over again. Sometimes it’s enjoyable and sometimes it isn’t but it’s always more or less the same. Even in terms of what is called ‘progress’ and as the scenery is continuously altered because of new implements and environments... the dramas do not essentially change. As long as you’re on the wheel you are going to keep recycling and being recycled. You might eventually be everyone and everything if no great epiphany occurs before that.

Talking to people on a wheel about a spiral can be a delicate art. It’s probably best to just rely on depth charges and go your way.

Existence and consciousness seem to have a spiraling relationship. The more conscious you are the more existence tends to appear differently than it does to those less conscious. Consciousness is something that can be increased and decreased. Let’s use meditation on the one hand and alcohol on the other as examples of this.

If you consistently meditate you are going to become more aware of something that doesn’t make itself apparent unless you do meditate. If you keep drinking alcohol at some point you will pass out. You could pass out completely for that matter.

It seems to me- and of course, that’s subjective but never-the-less, it seems to me that we are dealing with degrees of density; for some the greater the density the greater the security. Some people put on large masses of flesh to protect their feelings. It doesn’t achieve anything but it is the motivation. Density is imprisonment. It is also a kind of security. The less dense you become the wider the vista and the greater the potential for a certain kind of giddiness. This is a scary thing for those reliant upon solid and substantial circumstances. In a way you could say that the pursuit of money is a desire for density.

The only important thing to take from this is that there is a way out. There is a way off of the wheel. But you will not get off of the wheel by applying actions that are connected to the wheel. To get off of the wheel you have to take action connected to the manner in which a spiral works.

Sooner or later everyone discovers this. They discover it because the pain has become too much to bear. They discover it because they lost everything they cherished. They discover it through trauma and sometimes through grace. It’s there all of the time regardless of whether it’s been forcefully brought to your attention. Anyone could set out for freedom at any time. They would have to be inclined to lift the carriage from the ruts as a full time consideration. There would be significant work and attention required but it could be done. Faithful meditation will take you there, regardless of your faith in divinity or anything else, so long as you were practicing it correctly.

Well, it’s a matter of choice and only relevant to those interested. In the meantime the wheel will roll on forever so don’t worry about missing anything other than the way out.

Visible sings: The eponymous Les Visible Music Album♫ Sing it Loud ♫
'Sing it Loud' is track no. 6 of 10 on Visible's eponymous
'Les Visible' Music Album

Lyrics (pops up)

The eponymous Les Visible Music Album

Monday, December 10, 2007

The Unseen Side of the Mobius Strip.

There is a very important thing that every human being should understand before they set out to do anything. You cannot change the world into something that it is not. Because there is a natural enmity between the elements that compose the world, peace is a personal affair. You can attain peace. You can effect a limited peace. You can carry peace with you but... you cannot accomplish peace on Earth nor universal brotherhood. You may strive for it and improve the lives of everyone you touch but there are limits to everything... except to the consciousness and being of that which originates everything which has limits. And, “first do no harm.”

As long as any human being seeks power over their fellows or desires to have more of something than another, there will be conflict. As long as different languages are spoken there will be conflicts in understanding. If you want to build a city there will be conflict from those who oppose your vision of it and oppose your desire to build it in the first place.

Desire on anyone’s part will create conflict in another. To postulate that people should live without desire means the end of the world because the world cannot exist without desire. Nothing would get done. There would be no succeeding generations. An individual can aspire to desirelessness (now that’s a funny line; to ‘aspire’ to end desire) and slip right out of this world. That’s possible. Is it desirable? (grin)

Any person’s vision of peace is not the same as everyone else’s. Everyone’s vision of Heaven is not the same, which is why there are so many of them. You can have Heaven on Earth but you cannot grant it a universal contagion. You can form an envelope that will contain others. You can become a doorway into a Heaven greater than your capacity to comprehend but you cannot expect everyone to recognize or appreciate it, given the present state of- and wide variation to every mind here. But you can make it available to every mind here and you can wait forever, extending welcome to all.

Think of life on Earth as one half of a Mobius strip. It is shrouded in mystery where it departs and where it re-enters this world. What happens on the invisible side of the Mobius strip is known to a few and unknown to the rest. The speculation on what exists on the unseen side of the Mobius strip is the basis of every religion. These speculations are based on the words of those who have seen or been informed about what exists there. They are the titular founders of these different religions.

Before the establishment of these religions there were the Rishis. The Rishis propounded what is known as ‘ageless wisdom’. Ageless wisdom weaves through the fabric of every religion like an illuminated thread. The rest of the fabric of these religious tapestries is not illuminated and is composed of genealogical listings, codes of conduct, rituals and ceremonies. These tapestries of religion hang upon a wall of being that is the living essence of existence and which cannot be defined in any terms that we understand. The illuminated threads lead directly into this wall of being and once again... disappear.

It can be speculated that this wall of being is itself resting upon or an extension of something deeper and it can be speculated that that too rests upon something else. In the legitimate Hebrew tradition there are the concepts of Ain... Ain Sof... and ...Ain Sof Aur. Similar terms exist in other traditions.

In the Buddhist tradition there is a mantra that goes. “Gate, Gate, Paragate...” which translates into ‘gone, gone, gone beyond’. You could say that it also translates into ‘far out’ (grin).

Conflict exists in this world between the perspectives of depth concerning what is. Conflict exists at some many levels because of the many levels. People possess varying degrees of depth depending on how far they have allowed the ineffable to penetrate into them, or you could say, depending on how far they have penetrated into the ineffable.

I like the word ‘ineffable’ and prefer to use it in place of God which seems to be a catchall for all manner of things. I used to use the word DAP which stands for ‘divine animating principle’ but that isn’t a very romantic or attractive word. In this world DAP is a manufacturer of plastic wood. Don’t go looking for hidden meaning there, although I won’t say there isn’t any. How would I know?

I will tell you what is on the other side of the Mobius strip in a general way. It can’t be done specifically because it will appear differently due to your cultural veils. It may include Mohammed and it may include Jesus. It might have Krishna and it might have Buddha. It will be the same thing but it will appear according to your disposition. Your inner arbiter of fate; your conscience, will dictate the level of your circumstance. Imagine the face of Jesus going through a series of morphings... gradual morphings from effulgent, inexpressible perfection and lightness of features to something increasingly darker and more intimidating. As the light leaves the image, the image is more shrouded in shadows and the shadows then take on a more and more fearful aspect (but still only shadows), even though the original is still there... you can no longer see it.

The other side of the Mobius consists of highway systems and cities... landscapes and degrees of substantiality. These highways will lead across worlds and on to other worlds beyond count. It’s like here, only it isn’t. Just as you have senses to interpret what you experience here you will have senses there. If you haven’t done anything to develop these senses here you are going to be at a disadvantage there, in terms of movement, perception and so on. Of course there are guides there... but...

Your score here (think of it as a video game) determines your level and your time in residence there. When the time runs out on the meter you head toward the moon for the preparation of another body to use here. At some point you will see your future parents making love and you will be pulled in... well, you get the picture, or you don’t.

This is all necessarily simplistic. I’ve only got the space I allow myself in these posts to discuss these things.

Some do not return but they departed before they left. Some enter into a place they already reside in. You won’t be going anywhere you haven’t already been spending some time in consciously. You want justice, truly? “Justice is mine.” God has reportedly said. Justice is found there and further carried out in the person of the new life following... every jot and tittle, dear heart.

There are review boards and courts there, just like here. Eye has not seen nor ear heard what is stored up in further locations. You want Santa Claus to come to town then it is time for you to start acting like Santa Claus. How about giving the whole world away to every one you meet? What I mean is... the best part of the world; that which they are really seeking whether they know it or not. You don’t have to say anything. You might not seem to be doing anything but... something happens. This is a power every one of us has but we keep thinking there are supposed to be flashing lights and orchestras. Just do it.

People do all kinds of things with higher math that postulate things that can’t be arrived at otherwise. Just think of what math makes possible; seeing around corners... multi-dimensional constructs... inventions of all manner of devices and... like that. So why shouldn’t one also be able to accurately envision what takes place on the other side of the Mobius strip? Of course, I have the advantage of the evidence of far greater minds than my own and, interestingly... they agree with each other, though their definitions may ‘appear’ to be different. Be nicer to yourself by being nicer to others and who knows where you may wind up.

Monday, December 03, 2007

Part 2 Whole Lotta Shakin' Going On.

I was talking about sex and... religion, art and music ...and God and how they’re connected. The things in the middle are an expression of sex sublimated. The latter manifests its will through the action of the former; desire being the agent of God’s will. Everything you want, the divine wants for you but often not in the same way.

Sex is the push for union. In a way you could say it’s a desire to become one. There’s a process of uniting the urges of the subconscious with the direction of the conscious so that internal harmony is achieved. It’s a rare thing but it happens and generally there is a ‘whole lotta shakin’’ first; shaken and then stirred- much like Bond’s cocktail and much like the way a spiral and a spin relate to a stirring.

Religions are all about sex and they have particular temporal expressions that could well be understood in a Freudian sense or in any number of perspectives where the parts are considered in relation to the whole. Christianity is a hysterical religion, so is Mohammedanism. This is because the drive toward the higher goal is always in conflict with the world through which it is pushing. These are religions about what you can’t do and all of which is defined as sin. Guilt is a big part of these religions.

Guilt is an even bigger part of Judaism and Catholicism. These are more temporal religions. The Sanhedrin orchestrated the death of Jesus Christ- contrary to contemporary historical revisionism- because he was a threat to the temporal powers of the priesthood. The Jews wanted an earthly king like David and there are deeper meanings to this that have much to do with contemporary Judaism. True Torah Jews are the exponents of authentic Judaism and the rest is more or less devoted to the Golden Calf. Catholicism is a dank well; a ponderous intricacy of little lead Aquinas-soldiers marching on a wheel to nowhere.

Buddhism seeks to achieve harmony with the inner and outer life. These days it rivals the Catholics in minutiae. They’re generally more peaceful than anyone else but the complexity is something a real seeker will avoid. It does attract the scholars though. Hinduism- regardless of historical revisionism- is the oldest and in its pure sense; apart from the millions of Gods and rituals, is most connected to the timeless.

Taoism has degenerated into magic and superstition. In essence there is nothing simpler or more truthful.

All of these religions are just a way of romancing the ineffable. They’re peacocks hoping that the sun is watching them. More or less they are bad lovers; these religionists. Because we are naturally anthropomorphic we think God likes what we like and doesn’t like what we don’t like. This changes depending on where you are and what’s being used for social control and whatever arrangements have been made with the commercial arena.

For the temporal world to operate effectively religion is necessary; so is business and war and all the colorful panorama of what passes for civilization but which is often anything but civilized.

For the individual soul making its way and seeking the fulfillments of the physical dream, the symbols of outer power are what it takes for a guide to behavior. It may cooperate entirely and consider itself a properly constrained moral being empowered to judge and disdain everyone else or it may choose the outlaw way. Most souls fall somewhere in the middle; behaving while under observation and cutting corners when they can. What passes in the ordinary separated human mind and what occurs in their speech and action are often two different things; many hungers burn below the surface, one day to find expression.

I’m not concerned with these lives. The Lord’s of Karma and reincarnation have that all in hand. I’m concerned with those who want a way out and that, as expeditiously as possible. Therefore... ...Love. Love is the attractive force on ALL planes. You want it quick then increase your love. This is a plumbing operation. Love with all the intensity you can manage and the intensity will increase and so will the love. As the Love refines- given that it is transformed by the object of its attention, a new intelligence will appear in the love. The instinctive mating instinct of the animal world and what is also predominant in the human sphere moves from instinct to intelligence and beyond. You become what you love. This is going to precipitate a whole lot more shakin’ going on.

You will be transported into realms of ecstasy that were previously unknown. This comes at a cost to the mundane desires but the payoff is incalculable. Most people don’t want to hear this. The enforced celibacy of the church is not the same as a consciously applied brahmacharya.

This is not to say that physical love is anathema. This is to say that for a certain period all of this energy should be directed elsewhere. A particular transformation has to occur. In the occult tradition this is a period of time- more or less, depending on the individual- after that it is altogether possible to operate like a ‘normal’ person without the attendant risks. Until this transformation has occurred, death is the only resolution to ordinary desire. Separation and loss as well as the eventual annihilation of all of one’s works are a guarantee on the plane of the elemental war.

As I’ve said, most people don’t want to hear these things because they get in the way of what they want right now, tomorrow and the day after. Even if they were bothered to ponder these things they wouldn’t make sense to then. These things would be scary and the Divine a scary unknown thing. People want their God defined in human terms; enter religion.

You can become the master of any drama that plays out on earth- walk anywhere and be free of all complications –anything you have ever heard or read about, by mastering the sex force. You’ll have to rock out in your own secret garden. The word from which ‘paradise’ originates means ‘walled garden’.

The much maligned and misunderstood tree in the Garden of Eden was not the only tree there. There are people walking in The Garden of Eden at this moment. They found their way back. They might walk past you in the course of your day. We seem to be somewhere else because of the particular instruments of perception that we are using.

The fabled Rosicrucians wear no identifiable uniform and practice only one power, that of healing. Anonymity seems to be the garb of those who have attained. Every one of them has learned how to harness the primal urge and utilize it to achieve divinity.

It’s possible to have sex with everyone and with great intimacy; mating one’s love with the love sleeping in all life and causing an awakening in the passage with a ‘Hi ho Silver” echoing behind. One constantly filled with gratitude has little interest in being praised. Some people make love to everyone they meet.

It doesn’t matter what time one has spent in the flesh pots or engaged in the myriad carnalities. One who loves much is forgiven much. There’s more than one kind of Casanova. From the moment one recognizes their state and sets out upon the journey home like the Prodigal Son, all the forces of good gather at their side. It may be the process of more than a lifetime; this journey home, but... it is a sure thing. That which passes by the way side becomes a distant image in the rear view mirror until it has disappeared altogether.

Meanwhile the world goes on and on and those so inclined follow the revolutions of it through the costumes of available roles for as long as it contents them to do so. Nothing more can be said about this. It’s what it is for those who find their interests below.