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To Serve

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on February 19, 2011| 1 Comment »

When I think about organized religions, especially the western ones, and I compare them to the way I perceive God, it looks to me something like this:

Many, maybe most, not all, who subscribe to the organized bunch generally seem to have some, if not in the very unfortunate cases all, of their thoughts on the matter written for them somewhere in some book, or thought into their minds, without a direct experiencing of what it is they think they believe. I have trouble believing something in a book, no matter how old it is or how many people buy it, because, I have read a lot of books. What is on a page, and what I can feel with my hand, seldom mesh. Mother Goose and Grimm is nice in its way. Porridge is better than starvation, and when one falls down a hill their likely-hood of death does increase. But, on a whole, I’m able to perceive that a story is not necessarily written to be congruous with my life as I am living it. It may contain a good example of something. Maybe make me think of something that does have an actual, real world, application. But on a whole, a story is a story, and when I’m not a crazy person, I can usually leave it in the book it came and walk away happily.

But when one can’t tell the difference between a story in a book, and the life they are living, there seems to me to be a problem. When a person takes the words of some man, or woman, and believes that the validity of their life rests solely in the words written by a human being, they have stopped seeking their own individuality and have stopped seeking their own connectivity to the divine form the perspective of their own unique individuality.

So, since everything, from my perspective, is God, and since every person is given the capacity to choose, if they choose to use that capacity, I see a metaphor for two distinct approaches to God. In this metaphor one has no choice but to serve the divine. One may be serving the adversarial aspect of the divine, HaSatan, but nonetheless, no one has choice but to serve wherever they are best suited to serve, within the context of an Omni-Divine universe. That being the case, the choice lies in this: In one version, in which one lives out the words of a book as though it were their own perspective, one chooses slavery to a God they choose never to want to have a direct interaction with. In the other version, one chooses to serve God and take their orders directly from a living entity creating existence in real time.

Because they think that stepping outside of their book and having a real relationship with God is too scary, one would bow their eyes below the light of the divine and see its light cast only on a man-made representation of the world. In the other version, one serves actively the creation of the world as it exists and is being made to exist by the light provided; their eyes resting where the intention of creation is at hand.

Not that one can’t derive good inspiration from some words passed down over the ages, but at the point in time in which one has been conned into being afraid that someone believing something different is damned to Hell, they seem too over-joyfully to begin creating that Hell amidst us on Earth in order to save us from the very thing they are so anxiously afflicting upon us living folk. At which point the desire for death to “go to Heaven” or in different terms “make it stop” suddenly becomes all too clear.

The alternative seems to be to eat our food with bits of salt. While understanding what we are creating in some moments hinges on once glancing and cognizing a handful of words in a book, it is the results we live outside that book that is the real test of the validity of our capacity to serve all creation in all its form. And may we be able to serve all its forms well, for appearance may deceive, but a kind action from one’s own hand never lies.

TTFN

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Good V.D. and How We Got It!

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on February 13, 2011| 1 Comment »

Well I wanted to open with the video from the movie “True Stories” for the song Love For Sale, but was only able to find the video with someone else’s music over-dubbed. So, instead of artsy to cultivate a point, I’ll instead settle for “I dare you to find a nicer song for the holiday” and I do expect comments with links . . . And here’s where I’ll begin:

Happy Valentines Day Everybody!

So, in honor of the holiday, a little about it’s Catholic origins because, contrary to popular belief, Hallmark did not invent it . . . they just perfected it . . .

So, for starters, most of this info, if not all, is gleaned from this site and this article: http://www.history.com/topics/valentines-day and I’m giving the short version that I think is particularly interesting and pertinent to my ongoing theme, etc . . .

So apparently, before being commandeered by Christendom for the sake of converting more and slaughtering less, February 15th was a major Roman fertility ritual. The Roman’s would sacrifice a goat, a symbol for fertility, at the cave where Romulus and Remus, the alleged founders of Rome, were supposedly raised by wolves. Boys would then take slices of the hide of the sacrificed goat and dip it in the sacrificial blood and run through the streets of Rome lightly slapping the crops and the faces of young ladies, who were happy to have the blessing of fertility. Then a lottery would commence in which the boys and girls of the town would be paired up according to lot, which often led to marriage.

Given peoples misconceptions about relationships, and confusion of what love means after watching one too many Julia Roberts movies, I totally think we should bring back the skinned goat. Compared to today, just seems more civilized, but, I digress.

So, once the Christians took over, that went away, but they needed to convert the happy Heathens somehow, and enter the legend of Saint Valentine, or Saint Valentinus as he is sometimes known.

Now, the legends are apparently murky at best, but, according to this article, at least two stories about Saint V seem pertinent to me. Supposedly, around the third century, one of the emperors, Claudius the 2nd, decreed that young men couldn’t marry because he believed that unmarried men made better soldiers. A priest named Valentine was said to have then performed clandestine marriages between secret lovers, thus securing him a place as the patron of love. Claudius finding him out and having him killed, secured him the sainthood.

The other legend is that Valentine, while in prison for performing marriages, fell in love with the daughter of his jailer. And remember, it wasn’t until well after the third century that priests were no longer allowed to marry in Catholicism. In fact, it was at least a good thousand years or so after Christ had kicked it that the church began writing in its new policy of child molestation. Anyway, again pardon the digression, the point is, Valentine, while in jail, was said to have fallen in love. And before he was killed he was said to have written his love a letter signed “from your Valentine,” and hence the valentine giving on Valentine’s day was born.

So, that’s the interesting bits, more or less, of how we have arrived today with the yearly ritual of stimulating the production of oxytocin in the minds of the women we love, as well as bringing them flowers that cost way too much to compensate for the fact of any who should probably be bringing them flowers a lot more often when the price is reasonable.

In a modern world, where we are blessed to love as we please, may anyone reading this have a blessed day to celebrate happiness. And if one’s initial impulse is lacking in happy, may you find a big box of chocolate to take the pain away!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

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Air

Posted in Uncategorized on February 5, 2011| Leave a Comment »

The particulars of subject matter have left me on the eve before when I agreed with myself to post, so, I’m wingin’ it!

To breathe is to take in life. The oxygen from the air flows into the lungs where it is taken by the heart and into the blood, where it is transmuted into, and for, the rest of the body.

And immediately I’m reminded simultaneously about the forthcoming Valentine’s day, and last week’s posting about water. I’ll put martyrdom in the face of love aside for next week. As for this week, immediately an interesting comparison exists between these two “fundamental elements.” Both are givers of life. Both teach about life. And so, from first noticing what seems most fundamental to sustain me, and reflecting briefly upon the prior week, a topic is born!

Air may carry varied substances in it, but it is the essential element in all things biologically living. All living creatures need some form or variation on “air” to exist. To breathe is to live.

In Indian theology, Brahma breathes all of creation into existence. In Judaism God breathes into Adam to give him not only life, but a kinship to divinity. In Christianity in the beginning was the word, which presumably is the intentional exhalation of God. To breathe is to live.

And, again, the most fundamental subtle transmutations of matter revolve around breath. To speak, is to breathe, is to create.

I suppose a redefining of God could be “that upon which we must take in to live.” In which case, light begins to be the obvious energy of which we living beings regularly transmute. And, in light of the above mentioned, forthcoming, Valentine’s day, Love a subtler energy still; one which is perhaps the necessity of consciousness.

And next week I’ll pick up from there. In the mean time, thank you for baring with a little improvised rambling for the sake of writing something pertinent this week, and, here is some music:

TTFN

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Water

Posted in Uncategorized, tagged , , , , , , , , , on January 29, 2011| 2 Comments »

So, I was eating my Bagna Calda at Goodfellas, and I was contemplating whether the Garlic was roasted in oil or water. And it seems obvious that the roasting takes place in oil, or oil with maybe a little butter, but it didn’t say on the menu, and it didn’t exactly taste like olive oil to me, probably because of the garlic and anchovy tastes overwhelming the olive oil, which probably wasn’t a very thick olive oil. And thus, a meditation on the nature of water occurred to me, obviously.

And so, as I was contemplating my olive oil in lieu of water, what struck me was this: Ya ever notice that water becomes what it touches? I mean, initially the thought was something like “If this is water, then it mimics the flavors of the garlic and the anchovies such that it is no longer discernible as water.” And of course the reality of the time was probably olive oil, but the extrapolations therefrom became all about water.

The next logical association in my mind was lemon mixed with water. Never mind lemonade when sugar crystal breaks down in the water molecules to become a water-sugar, no, just the lemon alone without the sugar. The water becomes as the essence of lemon. Just a squeeze goes a long way for a glass; the glass of water becomes in essence filled with lemon. And anything water touches water seems to become.

When blood enters water, it is almost as though the water begins to become blood. The ancient Greeks used to mix water with wine. You seep a leaf in hot water, and it becomes as the essence of that leaf. You run hot water through a coffee bean, and the water becomes infused with energy and Earth.

Even solids water becomes, or is it that that which enters water naturally tries to mimic the water? Dirt mixed with water becomes mud. Even a rock breaks down into sand finer and finer, as though to become the water.

Water is of such substance, purely life giving, and it seems that all of creation tries to become as water when it touches it. Even a human being whose life is dependent on water, who must transmute some form or another of water in order to continue to live, and who will benefit most from pure water itself, strives to attain with the fullness of their capability the divine exercise of emulation of “the motion of the ocean.”

What greater example of living is there than water? What higher to attain to? For life it perfectly sustains, all that it touches it strives to become, all that touches it strives to become like it. Perfect reciprocity of existence and partaking of mutuality. May we all serve as though the water of life. May we never thirst!

The highest good is like water.
Water gives life to the ten thousand things and does not strive.
It flows in places men reject and so is like the Tao.

In dwelling, be close to the land.
In meditation, go deep in the heart.
In dealing with others, be gentle and kind.
In speech, be true.
In ruling, be just.
In business, be competent.
In action, watch the timing.


~ Tao Te Ching: Chapter 8 ~

(Translation by Gia-Fu Feng and Jane English)

TTFN

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All in All

Posted in Uncategorized on January 22, 2011| Leave a Comment »

So, hopefully enough has been said about the problem: 1, 2. Being no historian, I guess I kind of have to draw on what little history I know, as well as what little I’ve experienced, including all those experiences and knowledges that seem sincerely gleaned from the divine, to posit some, any, idea about what might actually be helpful in such a situation in which neither party particularly wants real peace.

So I guess that’s the place to begin. That is, the place to begin is someone wanting real peace. Even better, if there is a God over there, and my experience tells me that there is God everywhere, if a pair of people are good friends, one Israeli, one Palestinian, and they decide amongst themselves that they are tired of having a wall placed between their two peoples. Perhaps by some miracle the Israeli’s let the Palestinian into one of their schools, and these two people have been educated together. But if not, a sincere bond of friendship seems like it should be enough.

Or perhaps just one person on either side of the wall. Given that it is turning people onto non-violence that tends to bring about real change, if only someone on the Palestinian side of the wall would inspire those around him or her to put aside explosives and start leading protests of sitting, singing, and teaching love of those walling them in, the walls may come crashing down. OR if a well educated young Israeli man or woman who is nearing adulthood had a natural aversion to carrying Assault rifles on their back, perhaps they will question the wisdom of the law of their land necessitating that violence be taught and thoroughly ingrained into every adult who is a natural-born citizen of a country that might make a claim to ever wanting to have any peace at all. Perhaps questioning the law mandating societal violence will inspire someone to lead others to view Palestinians as human beings rather than inherently an enemy first, person second, and thus they will begin organizing in peaceful protest. Those protests will then expand to include Palestinian brothers and sisters. And if they truly want peace, they will have it, one land undivided by the common blood running through each-others veins.

I cannot accept, and will not accept a God that divides its creations against each other as though we were created only to be a sick form of entertainment for something that laughs behind our backs as we do nothing but suffer death. Therefore, I accept no God to be Jewish and I accept no God to be Muslim. I accept no God to be Palestinian and I accept no God to be Israeli. If anyone defines God as anything but a consciousness that wants most for human being to shake the hand of fellow human being, no matter where they happen to be born, or what book they were severely brain-damaged by straight out of the womb, I have no interest in believing that such an entity had any say whatsoever in any happening of my life. It will not be worshiped by me. And when brothers and sisters, Palestinian and Israeli, stand side by side to declare loudly, and without guns, knives, and bombs, that they will share the common Earth upon which they reside as human beings, and not as puppets of governments and false teachers of Gods of dust and ash, peacefully, and gratefully, then I will say thus is the will of the only living God; Thank God that the insanity people once mistook as deity has finally come to pass. Amen.

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Proof

Posted in Uncategorized on January 15, 2011| 2 Comments »

And the rest, folks, is just articulation . . .

For those who believe that murder, and oppression, and domination, and power, and fear, and arrogance, and unrest are holy, then indeed Israel, or Palestine, is the Holy Land. Too negative? Okay, let’s take a quick look . . .

Now, there may be other people in the world reading this, but I’m an American, and I’m guessing other Americans are reading this, so, I’m going to use American landmarks to illustrate this: Have you ever been sight seeing? Have you ever gone on a long road trip, you finally get to the Grand Canyon, stroll out to the rail and gaze over the side at the splendor of nature, then look over to the side and see a bunch of military personal with huge automatic weapons strapped to their back while they’re enjoying their afternoon sightseeing? Yes, you say? Well, then, shortly thereafter did you drive a day, arrive at the Great Salt Lake, begin enjoying the fact that you can’t stand up in it once you’ve gone several feet in, and then see a bus load of military with AK-47s strapped to their backs standing on the bank enjoying their day outside of training? Yes, you say? And then, after another two or three days of driving, you arrive at the Space Needle in Seattle, and you’re standing in line for the elevator up, behind a long line of military with huge friggin’ guns on their backs, who also happen to be sightseeing? Did the psalm go “Yeah, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I shall fear no evil for they rod and thy staff and my AK-47 comfort me?” I don’t think so.

Don’t get me wrong, the terrorists regularly setting off bombs to try to kill the people with the big guns are seriously lacking any fidelity to any real God too. My point is merely that when the law of your land is that once you become an adult military service is mandatory, your land aint Holy. And if that is the God you’re worshiping, one that says “it is my will that thou shalt arm thyself to the teeth and kill over land if necessary because I’m too unimaginative to love my creation enough to lead them in peaceful loving ways; which is to say I merely created you to amuse me with your violence and tension over whether there’s going to be violence,” then please stop bothering the rest of the world with your mental illness.

It shall be done unto you as you believe is the law. Too Jesusy? Let’s go all “The Secret” on this universal law instead then: You get what you think. And it works on the individual level, and it works on the group level. And if the law of the land is that before you can graduate college you need to know how to put a bullet in someone’s brain, the law of the land is about cultivating violence, not peace. That being said, if the philosophy of your oppressed people is “we’ll keep bombing them until they leave,” again, you’re people want violence, not peace.

So, the problem? Seems like a lot of worshiping of false Gods over there. Namely, Ares, the God of war. And we all know that the Greeks did away with their Pantheon a long time ago, and with good reason: who likes worshiping war? The answer: those people!

You see the Jewish God was apparently big on slaughtering every man, woman, child, goat, dog, chicken, and ant that looked like it subscribed to a different God. And we all know how Allah feels about Jihad. So, by worshiping these false, archaic, obsolete, petty misconceptions about God, in other words by worshiping books instead of reality, which is a far worse idolatry than worshiping a statue, people are worshiping death and depravity and flatly denying the existence of a real, living God.

I mean, I contend that there’s just one God, not two. It doesn’t live on a mountain, It doesn’t live as a rock; It is the mountain and the rock, one and the same simultaneously, as well as you and me right now. It hasn’t just created us all equally as Its children, It is us. I contend that this one real God Loves us all unconditionally, and would be really happy if we stopped killing each other off in Its name. Because I think It Loves us and wants us to live and respect the fact of every existence, rather than trying to stop different existences. I think It wants us to try to help each other to make life better for each other, which ultimately will make for better living for ourselves, because I think It created us to enjoy life rather than finding ever new creative ways of destroying what It decided to create. And not only that, I believe it is sincerely rude to doubt that which created us, and extremely arrogant to think we know what It wants, especially when what we think It wants is to destroy what It created to begin with.

So, in closing, I contend that if the residents of the Profane Land can stop making Godless destruction their policy of culture for five minutes, maybe it can be a beacon for the world and thus be entitled to the Term “Holy” in a real sense, and not merely a sick joke of naming themselves the dead opposite of what they are in order to feel better about the fact that they spit in the face of God every day merely by waking up to strap a gun on their backs or a bomb to their chest yet again.

“He moves in darkness as it seems to me~
Not of woods only and the shade of trees.
He will not go behind his father’s saying,
And he likes having thought of it so well
He says again, “Good fences make good neighbors.”

-Robert Frost from “Mending Wall”

Salaam!

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Just Another Brick

Posted in Uncategorized on January 8, 2011| 2 Comments »

Happy New Year everybody!!!

So, I said I’d pick up where I left off, and here we go . . .

A few weeks ago I was blessed enough to see Roger Waters “The Wall” on tour. I highly recommend to anyone and everyone. Go hungry for a week if it affords you the opportunity to buy a ticket! And, it got me to thinkin’ . . .

So, apparently Roger wrote it to be reflective of his life and his experience. How much he reflected on the Berlin Wall while he was originally writing it I’m not sure, but I couldn’t help but think of the Berlin Wall as the perfect symbol of much of what was being presented to me as I was watching the show. Something in my mind asked if there was any kind of modern equivalent to the Berlin Wall, as opposed to a metaphor that could be gleaned from war in general, at which point the obvious occurred to me . . . There is exactly such a wall erected in this world now, in real-time: the wall in Israel.

The wall in Israel separates the land the Palestinians reside in from the rest of Israel. It makes it even more difficult for Palestinians to get work, and it keeps them penned into an area that aint exactly luxury living.

To be fair, the suicide bombings have gone way down. So, to the credit of the state of Israel, not so many people being blown up by terrorists since the wall, or fence as the Israelis call it, has been erected.

So, why post this stuff on this site? Isn’t it obvious? This site is about God. And, in the truest sense this particular posting is referring to recent manifestations of the adversarial aspect of the divine, or as the Hebrew goes, ha-Satan. The real point is that there are still people who might be inclined to refer to this small otherwise insignificant, desolate strip of sand as THE Holy Land, which is truly laughable when one reflects even for a moment that neither of the disparate sides currently occupying this arid bed of death seems to regard their brothers and sisters, let alone themselves, as entities created in the image of the divine for apparently half a second.

Now, before I go on, there are good people living over there. Some of them might even genuinely want peace. Unfortunately it seems none of them have a God to worship, or they might actually start working toward it. Don’t worry, in the next posting I’ll qualify that statement. In fact I’ll even endeavor to say something more indicative than a sophomoric, undereducated, lack of understanding about a problem that shouldn’t be so complex if anybody in the “Holy Land” believed in a living God whatsoever, or for that matter their own humanity.

Peace.

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Winter Break

Posted in Uncategorized on December 27, 2010| Leave a Comment »

In Light of the Birthday of the Omnipotent Creator of all Existence, and the celebration of the Gestation of Life in the womb of the great Goddess, here’s some food as catered by others. More to come in the New Year. I’ll pick up where the wall leaves off. Peace!

TTFN

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Gratitude

Posted in Uncategorized on December 18, 2010| Leave a Comment »

Given the week I’ve had, I think I’ll write a meditation on Gratitude.

My Gratitude for those who have given me gifts of their presence in my life that have made me grow into someone in anyway tolerable is my chief gratitude when I regard others. If my writings are either intelligible, or understandable, or even vaguely interesting, their are certain people I have to thank more than others. In the case of this week, my Gratitude, first of all about a month ago, inspired me to seek my 7th grade English teacher in the hopes that she might be happy that her teachings inspired, in part, my continued Love of words. In fact, not only did she inspire a sincere interest in me for continuing to enjoy literature and the language, and the things that can be made out of the language, but she also inspired me to fight any inclinations I might have to be a royal shit head, and to strive to be kind, even if for some reason or another I’m in unfortunate enough a state of being that it occurs to me to be otherwise. She taught me, also, to share.

And I received back an address to send her my book. And it took me longer than I thought it would to send it out because of a brief malady and a lot of work and life and etc . . . And so, I decided to make up for my delays by paying her a visit personally at the school she currently teaches at. I was delighted that she was delighted I had decided to surprise her.

If merely she had been very happy to have seen me, and happy that she had influenced my love of words to inspire me to continue my studies in English even to the extent of writing a book, the day would have been complete. If only enjoying that she was enjoying seeing me was all the day had had to show of itself, my gratitude would have been fulfilling in me for the sake of that experience alone. But on top of that, she decided to have me speak to a couple of her classes.

Just a little Q and A, and then a few of the kids showed me what they were working on, and I very timidly offered feedback I thought would be beneficial. I thought it was a great honor to answer their questions. It was a great honor to share some of my life with them, and maybe even an idea or two. And it was a great honor to share the positive effect my teacher had on me, and that I was grateful to spend a little time with them. This impulse of gratitude to share my meager work with my teacher resulted in an experience in which not only could I share my Gratitude with my teacher, but also I was allowed to share that experience of gratitude with other young minds whom I had never met. And I suppose, the entirety of what amazes me about this experience is the immediately visceral experience of a drop of genuine gratitude apparently sending a wave through the ocean. Or at least, a good sized ripple through the entirety of the pond, and perhaps even a little bit of the creek.

And then the next day I saw Bela Fleck and the Flecktones . . .

(I’ll tell you right now: part 1 is cool, part 2 is where it jumps to HARDCORE!)

Anyway, as they started playing, I couldn’t help but notice that Jeff Coffin didn’t seem to be with them. It didn’t take me long to guess that Howard Levy was playing with them instead. Howard Levy hasn’t played with the Flecktones since 1992. And the music was such that as I found myself immersed in gratitude to be seeing a legend play whom I never thought I would see live, I also felt wave after wave of the soul permeating music flood through every bit of me, and as some sort of poison seemed to be flooded clean of my core, I couldn’t help but cry tears of joy and gratitude for my existence and the place I found myself sitting, enwrapped within the sound of divine ecstasy. If you’ve watched part two of the above you might have the slightest hint of what I mean.

Gratitude is immediately its own reward. From wanting to share gratitude with one, immediately I found myself sharing gratitude with many. From sharing that gratitude with many, I found I was more grateful still. Experiencing gratitude alone, it is a good feeling. To take one’s attention from what one doesn’t like in a situation, and to turn one’s attention to anything a person can be grateful for about a situation, that same moment in time immediately is, at least, somehow eased. One may not be able to appreciate the rain if they happen to be walking through it, but they can still be grateful for water to drink, and the food that is growing because of an inconvenience they might be perceiving in addition to the gratitude for the existence they get to enjoy. If ever there was sustenance divine, gratitude be its name. The cure for any ill, the pleasure of ecstasy amplified a hundred fold. To remember one is grateful is to not be ruled by those things in life that from time to time might be unavoidable that are harder to be grateful for. And as like attracts like, and thought creates, as we focus on the gratitude, better things come into focus, and we find ourselves naturally drawn to what we will find ourselves more Grateful to behold still.

TTFN

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Transmutation as Our Purpose

Posted in Uncategorized on December 11, 2010| Leave a Comment »

Okay, so last week wasn’t exactly warm and cuddly. Let me try again. First a recap: 1, 2, 3, 4.

The other recap: With a nod to a friend who reads and has lately been quick to point out that all existence is undifferentiable from itself, since presently I am not perceiving existence as the giant electron of everything that is the entirety of God, and presumably I am writing to other microcosmic entities perceiving a unique perspective of differentiated existence giving the illusion of a separation of there own physical inherentness apart from the existence of the rest of God, the reminder is: Everything is energy one way or another.

And to continue to be able to experience the joy of the experiencing of separation of perspective within the context of a unifying existence we choose to call “God,” the law says we exist to keep our perspectives going by transmuting, the varying forms of substance of God we take in and recombine so that it becomes other forms of energy suitable for the sustenance of the rest of the whole of all existence. Objectively speaking we exist so that everything else can exist. Last week I stated the problem that has been effecting the process lately on this planet. I won’t be doing that this week.

The Process As It Works: We breathe through our nose, from the diaphragm, deeply. Then we release back through our nose. This way the air gets filtered and warmed on its way to the lungs. Then, the impurities taken out of the air by our nose hair gets blown back out, along with the carbon dioxide that feeds the plants that will give air back to us.

We eat real foods with the active ingredients intact; slight hint, white bread is not food, whole wheat bread is. This way we can process our work, not get depressed, have then energy to think, we won’t be as inclined to get sick with everything from the common cold to cancer. Even the fish and flies will have a more pleasant experience feasting on our shit. And eventually we will be eating those fish, and the birds that eat the spiders that eat the flies.

We watch programs that teach us about our history, where we come from, what things are and what things mean. We give ourselves a variety of information to take in so that we don’t get over obsessed by one topic or perspective, mistaking that perspective as the only right one and thus burdening our brothers and sisters with approaches that are always inevitably self-destructive. We make sure to take in positive data more than we take in negative data, so that it will be easier to give our neighbors smiles and reminders of the gratitude we all enjoy due to the simple miracle of our own common existence.

We work happily and in gratitude for our existence.

We recycle, and refrain from using objects that cannot be cleanly returned to the Earth, and that actively cause cancer. We walk or use a bicycle whenever possible.

And two things happen this way. 1) We feel better. Life feels better. It’s a lot easier to be happy when one’s body works; when one can enjoy actively being with a partner because they are able to move. 2) Everything else functions better. Including quite probably the other spheres of existence in the universe; when we help the processes of life rather than burdening them we ultimately take a burden off our own shoulders from the amount of work that needs to be done to survive, and straight through to not having to experience cancer. By making your partner happy with your functioning body, they’ll be more inclined to make you happy with their functioning body.

And this is the point of transmutation of energy being why we exist: it exists so that we can enjoy turning the coarse into our own refined selves, and it exists so that the rest of the everything we exist in can function best as well, making for a more pleasant existence, once again, for ourselves.

Peace!

TTFN

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