pole shift

if you can't believe any of it, how can you believe any of it?

ov kourse, it maeks noe sence two c'est thice, noe moore sence then aeglishe spelleeng maeks.

what i mean to say is: if there's any part of a story you can't believe, how can you believe any of it, at all?  the chain of evidence and logic{or the chainmail of faith, for that matter} is only as strong as its weakest link, no matter how honest or heartfelt the belief, no matter how much vehemence is set to force behind defending the tenet, we're all equal in one respect, we behave based on sets of assumptions, and we follow logic towards karmic conclusions, karma being inherent in cause and effect, not necessarily promising cosmic reward or punishment. every last one of us steps forward from a different starting point. no wonder even our deepest-held human truths diverge from one another so widely.

neither should science be considered synonymous with truth. it only starts with a different set of assumptions than religion, and follows its karma-logic. it has its faith that what is apparently demonstrable is true, but not everything is demonstrable, and illusions and mistakes are inevitable, though the proponents of the scientific method would doubtless profess and endorse any error currently in consensus. science is certainly a limited set. 

prophesy: the ridiculous turf war between science and religion will fall, or it will fell us.  it seems ridiculous to me that with religion, as with science, you have to swallow it all, hook, line and s(t)inker, or not at all.  so, i make it up as i go a long!

jesus will return in a flying saucer, barely having aged a day for relativistic reasons, (remember, he was "taken up"). and he will say to his one true church, apostolic and everlasting...

"i said 'by their fruits you will know them.' your fruits are toxic.  i say to all of you, and to the church of the seven hills. i am human, you bureaucratic pederasts.  and i don't believe you misunderstood me when i said, 'let the children come to me!'  i warned you that i would tell many of you to get behind me, as one tells satan to be gone, you rich and greedy showmen who claim wonders.  in god you trust, and you lie, cheat and steal, you bloodthirsty slaughterers of innocents, despoilers, cruel torturers, corrupt, sadistic, vindictive, willfully ignorant, self-righteous hypocrites, you rulers over gold over god. i said you will always have the poor with you, but i did not mean that you should ride on their backs with diamonds on your fingers, hearing their cries, prayers and most intimate confessions while you stand aloof like an absentee father.  gentlemen may cry 'peace, peace,' but there is no peace with mammon animating the excuisite corpse of technological sophistication to destroy men, flesh, lives, nations and cultures, and it's also your own infernal machines that breech peace every hour of every day!  and they kill and mame you.  god needn't destroy you for your wickedness.  you're doing it to yourselves.  so, don't blame her.  anyway, all that aside for the moment, i need to say...

i'm overthrowing the money changers again, in the courts and elected offices and in the church of high finance theft.  i have every right, because you've dedicated it to me, the corrupt  and inept governments, the courts that ruin people's lives over petty issues, your brutal treatment of fellow human beings. it's all painted with the same slogan. men of peace, be of good cheer, because i'm starting with every graven image that has "in god we trust" coined on it.  the star is rising in the west. see it, now.  the crescent venus, if you have eyes to see, it is the sign that the setting sun is more central than you, as is she.  you are far from the center and farther from the truth.  yet, you have doled out your bent truth as if it is a precious commodity you could control.  you raped truth and chained thought in a dark dungeon for the sake of your vain egos and megalomaniacal craving for control.  you took control from god.  hear me! your way is a black hole ego eclipsing reason, eclipsing love, life, everything with massive gravitas of pain and destruction of beauty and good.  as i have said already, 'the truth shall set you free,' you talking apes.  by the way, you are descended from apes, too.  sorry to break the news.  that's how god did it." 

 

Heavenly Night Falls Heavily

We are standing under, not understanding a tremendous mass in a clear black sky.  Every pinpoint of sky is inhabited with bright heavenly bodies, mostly invisible, disappearing into the unfathomable distance by simple rules of perspective.  With mechanical eyes to see, we know this for a certainty.  Though Beauty grants that the sky is sprinkled with shining diamonds, unmistakably, it still appears absolutely carbon-black to us.  We the people, all of us, no matter what we claim to believe, no matter our affiliations or our learning, no matter our accomplishments, our success or failure, and never mind our government by us, for us, we are all surrounded and shot through with this unmistakably black hole, this empty space, which is as heavy as heavy can possibly be.  We take for granted that it is what it is.  It seems real, and it is, but only by definition.  It isn’t necessarily so, as such.  This seems a contradiction.  The coherence of a wave of language breaks and spreads thin on this shore.  Realize that the real estate is wetted by it, the stone eroded by it, broken to tiny shards, the grains of sand on which we stand, but it means very little.  After all, what is real?  We cannot adequately answer this question with language.  So, take the real for granted; but do not take it to heart. 

When we interrupt negative dreams by waking to the real world, we are continually surprised and relieved to learn that our fearful state was pointless because we were safely sleeping in our beds, all along.  Though this is a poetic metaphor for it, our material situation is emotionally identical to this, spiritually identical to this dreaming/waking dichotomy.  But disregard the Buddha, whom they claim is the awakened one.  Whether he is awakened or not, we do not know it.  So, we cannot knowledgeably claim this for ourselves or anyone else. 

Our human life carries a vast mass of material weight, a universal order mingled with random chaos, most of it cloaked by blinding darkness and carrying eons of millennia of inertia forward into an invisible future.  I say forward, but truly, we travel backwards.  If you doubt it, consider this: we cannot see the future, but we see the past.  So, we travel through time facing backwards, apparently seeing where we have been, not necessarily where we are going.  In addition, in fact, we have no reason to call our movement in the material cosmos forward.  Our absolute direction of movement in the expanding space is impossible to determine.  We hurtle on, despite.  Even most of the light in the universe is invisible to us.  But we stand proud, ignoring our ignorance by which we are bent, stooped by the stark, backbreaking dark, the ether being the densest element of all.  And even though it is perfectly clear, it appears as black as black can be.  

And our death looms within it, huddling near to us for warmth.  We feel its cold breath on our faces.  It makes us painfully aware of what we do not know, and our unknown is frightening.  So, we invent a sunlit view from the mountain top as if on a clear day we could see eternity.  Charitably, I believe our stories are constructed from hopeful, honest good will and intention.   Composed from metaphors, our myths are lies we use to tell the unknown truth of our lives.  But they fall far short of telling the truth of our deaths.  Near death experiences are almost exclusively positive, though they belie many of our high hopes of certainty in faith.  But we can take solace in the fact that they also belie many of our fears.  Though these experiences only give us a glimpse through the slightly ajar door into an antechamber of whatever awaits us beyond the waiting room we live in, (while we pass time by reading dog-eared magazines, which don’t belong to us or watch the television without control of the remote while it’s set on a channel we didn’t choose) these near-death glimpses are hints that reveal the temporary nature of our cares and anxieties, which contribute needlessly to loads of unnecessary pain.  We do it all to ourselves and to each other.  We take ourselves and each other so seriously, though it amounts to preposterous pomposity and pretense.  Our spirits know it.    

Our Halloween is obvious to them.  We don our costumes to play roles in society, which are so much fantasy and role-playing pretending to importance.  We provide consequences to one another to shape behavior with rewards and flattery, insults, verbal abuse and assaults, threats, punishments from corporal to capital, restrictions of freedom, deprivations, chastisements, ostracism, manipulations ad infinitum, all because we are certain that it is necessary, unavoidable.  And it all amounts to a tremendously tragic farce. 

The positive intentions of our metaphorical stories have sadly become supplanted by will to power.  The road to hell is literally paved with these good intentions.  But take heart.  Though all roads may lead to Rome, which is bad enough, thankfully, they never actually reach hell.  We can take solace in the beautiful truth: the conscious universe endorses none of our endeavors to control one another.  Fear not.  There is nothing there in the dark that is not there in the flickering florescent light.  And in fact, the dark is suffused with authentic light.  Touch the zero point energy.  But don’t try to lean on the empty space.  Take shelter in its unseen dimensions, but don’t assume parallel universes.  Feel the warmth of that invisible light, and take comfort from it.  See with that eye that is always open, even in our restless slumber.  Believe.  But know that is what you are doing.

What is the meaning of life?  It is meaningless to ask.  If it had only one meaning, we would all be lost.

peace

sarva