Saturday, April 15, 2017

Almost Alive in the Manifest World of the Eternal, External Temporary

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It is that time again. Every year it comes around, at a different time, which I do not remember always being the case but.. now it is. That means it is time to revisit the Easter Poem, “I Do Believe.” It says what I think about Jesus Christ. I've been trying to think of something else to say but I can hardly think of anything that hasn't been said. I'll come up with something if I think about it long enough.

God is Love. Jesus Christ is the first emanation of the almighty God, so Jesus Christ is obviously the manifest expression of Love and everything done, everything accomplished by Jesus Christ, real or allegorically translated, from the unremembered real to the modern expression of it, is a real or translated statement of the eternally resonant Love of the ineffable for all life. The ineffable has a single primary extension and that is Love. Love is infinitely adaptable as the Emerald Tablet says, “And as all things are from One, by the mediation of One, so all things have their birth from this One Thing by adaptation.”

Every valuable truth that can be gleaned is present in that brief treatise, just as a complete primer for existence in both the manifest and the unmanifest is to be found in The Tao De Ching- The Way of Life, according to Lao Tzu. The Tao De Ching comes, allegedly from around 600 BC and The Emerald Tablet, allegedly from about 2400 years before that. I can't speak to any precision in the matter but I can say they precede the arrival and seeming departure of The Prince of Peace, Jesus Christ, master of contradiction who also said, “Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. It was followed, either or immediately thereafter by something like, “For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household.” That might be verbatim but I doubt that anything is (grin) and that is why I said, in the spirit of all sincere redundancy, “that might be verbatim.”

The point is that long before Christ came down on to this plane in that particular manifestation of The Sun, he'd been around many times before and that is why he said, allegedly, “Even before Abraham was I.” and “I am the Alpha and the Omega.” This is what 'the second coming' is all about. Jesus Christ comes and goes with regularity, as he was here as Krishna, as a turtle, a fish and all manner of allegorical presentations that may or may not have been literal. Everything and anything may or may not have been literal but it was in some fashion, one way or another.

None of what we have read, or been told, or have heard about one way or another is as important as the FACT that God is real and that “God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” That is the essential reason why the avatar returns at regular intervals and always at the time that humanity needs him the most. This is because humanity routinely goes astray for the same reasons usually, through a loss of The Way of Life or because its technological awareness outstrips its moral sense. Sometimes the whole scenario gets swallowed up in some kind of catastrophe because the movie is over and the stage hands and grips that came out and erected it have been called out to dismantle it and reconstruct it in a new way in a new location with the timer reset to Zero. So there are two outcomes in every critical case. In one case, it is possible salvation is the outcome and in another case it is the end of the drama and the hiatus point between 'that which has passed and that which is next, it's some kind of cosmic arithmetic.', or... so it just occurred to me to put it.

Many people go on and on about, “how can this world be so cruel and there be a God if God is so distant and not a part of this world.” It is so often unrecognized that God routinely appears here, suffers and dies and is resurrected as a statement that he is very much a part of this world and very present in it. People themselves behave as if there is no God here by refusing to act as if God were being expressed in their beings and their actions. I never really get this. If you want God present in this world then act like God is present in you or shut up.

Jesus, the Christ , did precisely that. He came here for the purpose of demonstration and everything he did and did not do was an expression of that. This is the important truth about Jesus the Christ and what needs to be understood about him. All the rest of what we think we know is like the truth hiding in plain sight and all we see are the manifestations of our ignorance that hide it from us. It is very much like the forest for the trees but the truth is neither. The truth is hidden by the forest and the trees and both the forest and the trees are a creation of the mind.

God is Love and if you want God in this world then let Love stream from your heart and God will be in this world. If you want something in this world then you must cultivate it in your being and be representative of it. This accounts for every positive and negative thing. There is only as much God and Love and anything in this world as you bring into it. Somewhere there is a great deal of any particular thing, be it Love and hate or interest or disinterest because somewhere there are those who are making these present and resident. There are two distinct fellowships in this world. One of them is dedicated to good and one to evil and they operate through their representatives in the world that we imagine ourselves to be in. Whether we are really here or not is a matter of debate. We seem to be here and after a fashion, this is enough for the great majority of us. It is not enough for me or some others.

It is is one thing to worship the Christ that was resident in Jesus, always keeping the truth of what Christ was/is apart from oneself, in the same way that the image of Buddha, or Ganesha is worshiped through icons and idols as representative of a power that is external to us but the only thing external to us is The Devil. Until we let that force reside within and express outwardly we have accomplished and possess nothing. All our churches and temples are things built in honor of our vanities. We are the church. We are the adytum. There is nothing more than this and everything else that is believed has only a relative value in the manifest world of the eternal, external temporary.

If you wish for the power of the Christ in your life then it must be 'in your life', at all times and in all places. Christ was and is an expression of what is potential and true in everyone of us. It is what is alive in us when everything else has been destroyed or diminished to the point that its influence is negligible in terms of any possible hindrance.

Easter is a celebration not specifically of Christ rising from a temporary death in which he visited several locations, including Hell, but also a celebration and reminder of the same force awakening and ascending in us should we be capable of it.. In The Way to the Kingdom it is spoken of those who are invited to the celebration of Easter in Spiritual Jerusalem, which you may be sure is not the same as physical Jerusalem and quite possibly the opposite of it. Those seeking control of manifest Jerusalem are seeking the possession of temporal power that is Satanic in its manifestation.

It should be pretty clear that most religions in times of material darkness are Satanic in their various forms. This is why people experience so little real success in their practices of them and why people can be such total shits while pretending to be spiritual. You see a great deal of this in many of the new age movements. This is why so many of them possess an insincerity just like the air kissing, faux affections that are so prevalent in Hollywood. One of these days we will all do lunch somewhere (grin).

If you want something to be real and vital, it must be part of you. It must be intrinsic to your nature. If it is some thing you keep hoping and wishing for that is outside of yourself, it will remain outside of yourself and you will have accomplished and acquired nothing. What is real does not exist outside of you. Everything outside of you is a projection. It is a shadow, like the shadows on the wall of Plato's Cave.

This Easter, which will be in a very short while now, celebrate that which is real in you and which is possible for you when what is unreal is no longer imagined to be a part of you. Today is Good Friday. I don't know why it is called Good Friday. I am trying to understand what it is that was good that happened in this day. Perhaps it is because of the sacrifice made ...and... that was good and the greatest gift that is given to us in respect of our flaws and our weaknesses. I am given to believe that without this there is no hope for us.

I believe there really is hope for us We must take advantage of it rather than remain in pursuit of useless things. May good fortune come upon you one and all.

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Friday, April 07, 2017

The Sure and Present Locus of a Mind that’s Held in Focus

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(let’s try to get sequentially back in order and do a segue into the Visible Origami that we intended to get written in the first place)

I am continuously reminded of the cyclic nature of all things. This includes those positive sweeps of experience that move into the negative and back into the positive, like some kind of clockwork but I have yet to see the clock. Sometimes the positive will continue for a longer period and the same is true of the negative. You can be assured that the pacing and changing have much to do with the state of mind of the person it is happening to. Many people think of themselves as having a positive outlook but, below the surface it is a swirl of negativity because of the perpetual telepathic invasions taking place in the general consciousness. Let’s think of our minds as something like the control panel in a vehicle. There are levers and buttons and a wheel to steer by. Sometimes one of these mediums are more relevant than others; consider the controls of a plane or helicopter versus a car… versus a saucer pod for that matter. The human mind has buttons that can be pushed and levers that can be lifted or pressed on. Wheels can be turned to the left and right and sometimes pulled forward, up or down or to either side. Much of it has to do with how the mind is understood by the one being manipulated from within or without. The senses register everything, even when the mind of the one whose senses are an extension of it is unaware of the influence. Everything around us is advertising its presence; the birds in the sky, the people passing by, the actual advertisements for shit you don’t need. It’s broadcasting all the time.

Within the mind of anyone, there are degrees of vulnerability for particular forces of expression; food, sex, objects and positions for desired acquisition. Every individual is striving for some combination of all of them, to a lesser or greater extent. For some, the forces are overwhelming. For others is is simply an annoyance that is decreased or amplified by the presence or absence of their fellows in whatever relative thrall may exist; such as being in a populous city or a forested region, where you are more or less alone …except for wildlife. Of course, there is wildlife in the cities as well …but of a different order (grin).

A wise soul is aware of these forces. Generally, most of us are unaware of them, as concerns the forces being directed at them intentionally. Even when they have some idea that this is taking place, they are cognitively disconnected from the reality of it. It is like being a confused and driven refugee on an unlit highway of night. How do you get to a moment, just a moment, really, where you can see with clarity what is being done to you? Of course you can strive and strive and- against all odds, arrive at that moment. You could take enough clear and pristine LSD or Ayahuasca and hover or tremble for long enough to get the panorama view. Trauma could take you there, as well as extended suffering. Truthfully. I have personally employed or been subjected to each of these more than once and none of them have given me an extended view but each of them have, at least, given me the solitary moment aforementioned. What has given me a continuing awareness and what has sustained me in maintaining it has been the one guiding and leading me. Let me say for the umpteenth time; you don’t get there on your own.

Some might think that my humility and relentless obeisance to what we have yet to put a real name or form to is just part of the actions of a very clever mind. If that were the case, you have to ask yourself, “what has he gotten out of it thus far?” What hopes for the future in a depraved landscape can he expect as his calculated reward? Right. Of course, I could be the performance artist of insider trading but… if that were the case, who is it that has informed me and by which of my acts do you know me? Further let me ask, again, what’s in it for me? Clearly I seek entrance into the gates of Heaven and it won’t be because of my interstellar behavior but… all the things I am ’empowered’ to say are the net result of my having put myself in the way of the one who knows all things with the understanding that I know nothing.

Of what use would Heaven be to me if I could not greet you at the door? There are any number of empty heavens that are populated by single souled amoeba types who believed that getting there was enough and it never occurred to them that there is no point to the affair unless you have laid the bricks upon which others may pass. Heaven is not a lonely place. Perhaps, given whatever interpretation you place on it, misery loving company, certain other places are not lonely either. I suggest that everyone who finds themselves in a crowd of dancing isolationists… good for a night and gone in the morning aficionados, look back on how they felt, all by themselves in a crowd and ponder the meaning of it. Heaven is sharing and everywhere else is about acquiring what you are certain to lose but only when whatever that is has really got its hooks into you.

I think that by this point in the essay, you are experiencing both the complexity of it and the simplicity of it at the same time. This really has to do with whether your heart or your mind are engaged in the experience of it, more so than the other. Heart or mind …or you take it in the behind. Yeah, there is Visible again, taking a perfectly prosaic, spiritual treatise and rolling it in the mud. Try to remember what you have been formed out of, for the sake of appearances and what you have done with it; be you gollem or hero of the realm. Think hard and honestly; “what have you done?” meaning… on your own and… what has been accomplished through you by that power you may or may not be aware of? We DO NOT get there on our own, period. How I know this is secondary to whether it is true and since it is true, it doesn’t matter how I know it.

What is your primary job? Stand guard at the gateway of your mind!!! Utilize the heart at the only endeavor it is most gifted to perform… Love… love and continue to love until every star twinkling in those heavens of night, shine only in support of your having done so. Leave the rest to the ineffable who does all the work, including whatever work we imagine we have done because the power to do anything comes only from the divine, period.

Pray that you will be guided. Do not pray that you will be rewarded or elevated. Pray that you can be an anonymous gem, shining in that glorious diadem, upon the brow of the everlasting god. Pray that you can spend all your days in selfless service and consider yourself the luckiest of souls that you may serve and serve and serve again, never counting the cost or how much you think you are owed. Pray that your prayers are answered for everyone you have sent a prayer forth in appeal for …and understand that prayers for yourself are the last to be answered so… pray for others, of course!

Do not fruitlessly pursue those temporary things that are of no real value to you. Hold that wide angle vision in your hearts and minds that you understand that sacrifice is the highest expression of love and that doing so is so much greater an expression of the love of the divine than that of reckless murder under the transparent cover of whatever form of jihad you have been programmed into being deceived by; be that crusade or otherwise. I’ve got no time for any of that but… ♫give yourself away, give yourself away, each and every day …and you will find yourself given back to you. Don’t give details any mind, you’ll be paid back in kind so…give yourself away♫ etc…

I know we spend a lot of time and fingerwork getting to our point, as if we had one and as if we ever do but… it is the best we have been able to come up with. One of the hardest realizations any of us come to is comprehending with blessed assurance that God loves us. We can’t seem to get our heads around it. We know all too well, be it admitted or not, that we fall short of the mark and cannot see how the pristine and inviolable ineffable would waste his time on us. Try to remember that the divine sees us as we truly are, as well as what we might come to be and not… not as that composite snapshot of whatever momentary space we see ourselves falling short in. God sees himself in us, not our own separated and disenfranchised self but our true self. Simply try to live up to this. You will fail, of course, over and over again and every mistake will register how close you came but… until the ineffable is the action figure in the whole affair, your own aim will never get you there. Yes… like that old song says, ♫Jesus loves me this I know and not because the Bible tells me so. Little ones to him belong, they are weak but he is strong ♫ Call it any name you wish. Worship in whatever manner is the best fit for you. But do it as if it were your full time job. Do it as if it was the supreme drive in you, as if it were greater than any other hunger you possess, or… whichever hunger possesses you. Do it like that and you cannot fail. You, literally… cannot fail. May the ineffable guide your way and protect you in any circumstance that might arise. This is all I have to say and which I will say for as long as there is breath in my body and beyond that as well. Much love my friends!!!

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Thursday, April 06, 2017

Crypto Greeks Bearing Gifts for Christmas in Atheistan

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This is not the blog for what is getting mentioned here in this moment ...but we tend to do what is in front of us. Let's think of it as a digression, prior to having anything to actually digress from. I went to whatreallyhappened today. I haven't been there more than once since I walked away from being linked at that site on a regular basis. I don't think I ever went into the real details of the reasons for my departure. They were several. More and more the format was changing into a kind of managed hysteria and the paranoia level had been moving incrementally up toward Defcon 4. The advertising was out of control with flashing gifs that began to look like every day was Christmas in Atheistan. The same had been true of Rense (talk about out of control advertising) and his site as well. I felt like I was on a shelf at Walmart and there was never any real news.

At the first site, it was a different variation of the same headline, repeated over and over and when you tried to read the article that was supposed to be there, it read like a Twitter feed. Some part of me had been waking up by degrees and where I had formerly been content to get a lot of traffic and not feel responsible for the graffiti that surrounded me, I was less and less able to tolerate the association. Meanwhile, every time I mentioned the ineffable, I was exposed to withering contempt.

One of the things that bothered me the most was the constant appeal for funds. I know what even one of those ads goes for because there was a time that I thought of advertising my books and I was stunned at the cost and I was supposed to be getting 'a deal' so... the profit that is coming in from these ads is a pretty tidy sum.

I don't know what it is that happens to all of these people. If you go to David Icke's site, or any of the other major alternative news feeds, it's like a supermarket for commercials and endless self promotion, with few exceptions and I continue to be linked at those sites. I don't get it. None of these people ever have enough money! I don't charge for a single ad on my sites. I don't even ask for gifts of product or even link exchanges and I don't have what falls out of these people's pockets. I'm NOT complaining. What I get in payment for what I do is both measureless and priceless. I could jump for joy most of the time. What disturbs me is how clueless these people can be while passing themselves off as someone who is tuned in to what's going on (cue Marvin Gaye). You can't be trusted to tell the truth if you are being paid by business interests, whose motivations are in direct opposition to the truth. Materialism is completely out of control and if you are an atheist, as the majority of these people are, you have nothing but darkness for inspiration.

So... I went by there today and found that out of the entire site there were only around 4 contributors. One of them is the Twitter feed champion of the internet, one AlexMark from Investment Watch. As I scrolled down, the same few names repeated over and over and over, trumpeting the same headline again and again from one angle after another and there wasn't any news. I don't know what is happening to what was once known as alternative news but it has become an embarrassing sham and once again, the ineffable eased me out of it at the right time.

I don't want to complain about these people. I just want to go my way and do my job but it is disheartening, to say the least, that at every turn the good guys and the bad guys are indistinguishable from one another. They are all in it for the money and this much I know; when you are driven by self interest in pursuit of personal gain then you have no integrity or truth. All of the archetypes of the ineffable will depart from you and you will have no legitimacy, no authenticity and no spiritual currency. This is best exampled in making a selection of ten people who all state the same thing. One or two of these may ring in your consciousness like a bell and you will have the awareness that they are connected to the original source of the thought. The rest will sound like parrots or look like monkeys mimicking human behavior.

Very often the words spoken by Jesus the Christ, resonate in my mind; “father forgive them for they know not what they do.” I try to remember this. I try to remember that, “all have sinned and come short of the glory of God.” I try to remember that, “all of your righteousness is as filthy rags.” I try to remember, “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God: Not of works, lest any man should boast.” I try to remember that I am an imperfect expression of what is possible for me. I try to remember, “Let he who is without sin among you, cast the first stone.”

I know that I have no right to be going about pointing out the mote in the eyes of others while disregarding the beam in my own. How is it that I who never read the Bible much can remember so much scripture? I do recall a lot of it. It is because what is true and real imprints on the consciousness of the sincere seeker and what is not just fades away. The reason this happens is that some of us are committed at all costs to the truth because, in all honesty, we could not bear the shame of being a hypocrite and a duplicitous one who talks out of both sides of his mouth; who says one thing and does another. This is why I have been at pains not to conceal my shortcomings, or occasional use of chemical consciousness enhancers ...and why I have exposed myself on many occasions instead of trying to cover up my errors. I know that I will learn in time. I know that I will be transformed at the appointed hour should I, in my own flawed and screwed up way, continue to practice the presence of God. Sure... sometimes it hurts when what is said about me is not true and I feel helpless to make the effort to tell it as I remember it, knowing that it is my word against whomever. Sometimes you just have to let it go and move on, lick your wounds and know that time will possibly leave a scar as a reminder; a kind of roadmark for where you have been. It all adds up to what we are, what we have made of ourselves, what we have been made into under the invisible hand of the divine who has shaped us to his will.

Allah Akbar!!! God is great! It matters not what tradition you subscribe to. It matters not what form or shape the indescribable and incomprehensible takes in your mind. What matters is the quality of your heart. It is impossible to deceive God. It is impossible to coerce the divine or influence the divine except through the quality of your heart. As Bawa used to say, “God man, Man god.” He also used to say that “Man is God's bank and God is man's bank.”

I thank my fortunate stars that the pursuit of money and its family of twisted attractions does not possess me or obsess me. All these terrestrial goals that prey upon the hearts and minds of the deluded are like monsters that eventually take over their being and live their existence in that place once inhabited by the original resident. This sort of thing happens more often than you might think. Many people who enjoy wide celebrity in various areas of endeavor and enterprise are not who you think they are but are sometimes joyriders from inner and outer space. If you are not in command of yourself then something else is. It may be occasional and it may be all the time; not that you would know. The part of you that thinks, thinks it is its own self but it is a superimposition of another self that eats your food and spills your wine and laughs at the ignorance and stupidity that has hijacked all of the important parts of yourself, in exchange for a bowl of pottage. You have, in fact, sold yourself out for things you cannot even enjoy because that part of you capable of enjoyment has been left in the wake of destruction caused by the loss of everything of value.

The lower astral plane is filled with entities who are consumed by particular appetites and who are looking for avenues of physical expression. For those who have succumbed to the blandishments of this plane, while they are wandering about like wide eyed tourists, another kind of pickpocket is moving systematically among the bewildered and transfixed, looking for the way in so that they can kick you out. Spend enough time traveling around in the lower astral and it is a lot like not paying attention on Bourbon Street and finding yourself several blocks away from the revelers who recently surrounded you and you are now in extreme danger. There are places like this in every city in the country. You aren't swept up out of the sky and then deposited there. You could be led there. In fact, many are but... just as many set off for these places on their own, drawn there by the allure of the many dancing houris of fascination that are invariably mirrored in the lower astral plane, where the sleepless eyes in the darkness, driven by even greater hungers, wait upon a conveyance that they can claim for their own.

They lurk in the banks and boardrooms, just as much as they are to be found in the fleshpots. They wait in every place where the mind is made weak by proximity to the objects of desire. Unless one is free of the attraction for these things, one will surely be brought low by them as the record of events across the centuries gives ample proof of. Happiness, contentment, joy and peace, have nothing to do with one's station, one's possessions, one's appearance or any talents accrued to that point. These states of being are all dependent on how one views existence and the value accorded to every part of it. One can be in perpetual exaltation as a beggar and perpetually tormented as a captain of industry. This has been noted and commented on by many great minds. One of the most beautiful testimonies in favor of certitude is “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”

As familiar as we are with that phrase, it often goes unnoticed what lines came before them; Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? Can any one of you by worrying add a single hour to your life? “And why do you worry about clothes? See how the flowers of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you—you of little faith? So do not worry, saying, ‘What shall we eat?’ or ‘What shall we drink?’ or ‘What shall we wear?’ For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them.” Amen to that.

So... when people run around giving the impression that they are working for or... on the side of truth, yet they require an endless stream of cash to finance high end lifestyles and need to have continuous face time as the personality image of rectitude and integrity, but are for sale to anyone who will pay them enough to have face time right alongside them, it puzzles me. Are all their principles in accord with one another? Are their acts of charity (should there be any) broadcasted over loudspeakers (verily they have their reward)? Do you think the spirit of truth seeks out men like this to represent it? Is truth or any of the enduring qualities of the ineffable for sale? Is that even remotely possible???

In the ungovernable drive of insatiable appetite for acquisition, one gains nothing of value. One is surrounded by material excess and dines on disappointment every day. I still skip down the street, singing to myself and appearing mad to everyone I pass. Their grim and unsatisfied visage tells me all I need to know about what is really worth having and what masquerades as worth having and brings only suffering and loss as compensation for what continues to remain unseen.

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