return to the garden

(all photos by Makropoulos)

At the moment when the infamous residents

of the original Garden Eden

ate the apple, something happened:

the human brain began so quickly to grow, so

much so it began to rival

God's

.

And not knowing this new power they so quickly had in hand,

they panicked.

If they had not panicked so

A + E may have discovered,
far too early,
 the distinctive 

pleasure of mind, the intense

satisfaction one can gain

from imagining worlds.

Ultimately, they, both woman and man,

might have gotten lost

in their own individual revery.

Like two fools in front of a TV,

they would have climbed inside themselves

-- godlike, indeed, one and only --

and that would have been the end

of the human race,

before it even began.

But that was not the plan.

God had intended all along for woman

and man

to make manifest the many dimensions of Him/

Her/

(Whatever pronoun we must deploy

to speak of God.)

But if so early in the game

the human players got distracted,

it would be the end.

Amen.

So God, in Her infinite wisdom,

put an end to that:

He decided that humans, 

more than any other species,

would have the distinct ability

to take intense pleasure in the act

of coupling, and presto!

it worked. 

Man and wife produced

legions, and with that too came

                         jealousy

                         pride

                         leachory

                               treachory

                             and 

                         falsehood =

all the products of minds misused

and bodies abused, in the 

lusty quest for self stimulation.

But meanwhile we have reproduced

indeed, and invented History

(written by the few, not always the wise;

the wise, in solitude, advanced technology).

And here we are now 

at the crest of infinity.

In our spare time,

we have created a facsimile 

of God=Expansive Mind,

but in our limitations

and morbid manipulations

we cannot see

that God is with us

and in us

right now.

O man, listen to birdsong.

O woman, cease your labors.

The earth pulses with life;

we are her masters.

It is our responsibility to care for her

as it is our appointed duty.

In the word huma, hu represents spirit, and the word mah in Arabic means water.

In English the word "human" explains two facts which are characteristic of humanity:

hu means God and man means mind, which comes from the Sanskrit mana, mind being the ordinary person.

The two words united represent the idea of the God-conscious person; in other words, hu, God, is in all things and being, but it is man by whom He is known.  "Human" therefore may be said to mean God-conscious, God realized, or God-man.    from: The Music of Life, by Hazrat Inayat Khan

forbidden fruit

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There's always been a forbidden fruit,

and there always will be.

There's always something that

within our conscience,

we know we should not do.

(Our conscience, by the way, is that ever flowing,

border crossing,

spiritual entity

that both dictates our individual actions

and unites human - kind.

Essentially, our conscience

is the essence of the Creator

that we all share.

)

The moment of The Fall was

the moment of evolution

during which

humans recognized they could discriminate,

understand,

and make decisions

that are both in tune with the

and, 

more significantly,

contrary to 

the will of the Universal Conscience.

It set us in motion to become
Creators
in our own right --

So, to reinterpret

that story that I love to interpret

and reinterpret so much:

some early humans

with the initials A and E

once upon a time

were the first to have the capacity

to make a choice 

,

to ignore the voice of Conscience

and do something contrary to the wishes

of the Universal Good,

and then, they also chose

to pretend that what they did

was just fine.

Thus began

the game of deception that we call Civilization.

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We have made the terrific mistake

over the centuries

of believing that our conscience

is individual,

when in fact

it is the steady constant

that provides universal ethics

for harmonious living.

The voice of God

screams out from the depths

of the You

you currently occupy;

it demands

that You cooperate

and collaborate

with your fellow Humans

(and the other animals, as well).

We have stifled the Voice Inside for far far

too long.

If you hear a voice screaming

in your head right now,

as I do,

a voice you cannot ignore,

it is the voice of our shared consciousness

and our source

demanding to be heard.

Listen to it.

Body and Soul

(fatherdavidbirdosb)

"You don't have a soul; you are a soul.

You have a body."

C. S. Lewis

I was at a religious service this morning

that was wholly based upon the above quote.

And I can't agree with it more.

And I just had to post it here.

Those of you who have waded through

some of my past entries, may recall what I've said about our bodies

as our avatars, in the very same sense that humans slipped into other wordly

skin in the film Avatar.  

And that is, 

fundamentally,

what Lewis is saying above.

Specifically, it reminds me of something that I,

Makropoulos,

wrote in a much earlier entry on Second Life:

"You see, I feel that I'm already

in an avatar. 

This body,

I live in,

is my earthly

avatar,

it's the form I chose

to use for 

this stretch of time

on this earthly domain.

I have enough trouble,

and enough fun,

negotiating this earthly

avatar,

why the hell would I need another?"

(Who Needs A Second Life?)

 And I really believe this is true.

We are spiritual essences,

sent to spend a little time

in the material domain.

We're sort of sent on a mission,

the same way the humans were sent on missions

in the film Avatar.

This is why I thought that film

was pretty fabulous,

but also pretty funny,

because it had humans

getting into another form

so they could return to the garden,

so to speak. 

(I write about that elsewhere, too.  Please follow links

to the word "avatar" on the side or below

if you want to see more

of my rambling thoughts

on this.)

The humour of it all is two-fold:

#1: I really believe we are already in avatars,  Our avatar

is a human body.  My cat's avatar is a feline body.  But we are all 

part of the same shared spirit that is our origin.  (So why the hell put on 

another avatar, if you're already in one?)

#2:  Notably, when we were put into these human avatars,

we were already in The Garden. The problem is:

we got caught up in thinking that The Garden,

and Our Bodies (aka: Avatars) constitute Everything,

when in fact they're just constituents of a Larger Whole

(that no human could perceive.)  But of course

we as Humans

have fucked up our Earthly Paradise so much

thinking that we were the Be-All and End-All,

and so now we make movies about 

putting on primitive avatars

so we can live in The Garden,

again.

 ~ ~

"You don't have a soul; you are a soul.

You have a body."

C. S. Lewis

 

~ ~

At church (OK, yes, it was a church,

to be specific:

a Unitarian Universalist Church

)

this morning,

they welcomed a new child

into the assembly.

Now, as a 425 year old Greek Woman;

I was raised in a Christian Tradition,

being born into the Orthodox --

I have moved around,

from country to country,

and in each one, sought the Church

where I could celebrate my personal beliefs

publically, and comfortably:

I was only Orthodox until I discovered the Jesuits,

and then I had to become Roman.

I longed to be

a Jesuit Priest.

No, not a nun,

a priest.  I could tolerate not being able to marry

if I could think the thoughts of a priest.

When I told any Jesuit Priest my desires, they would always draw away in fear)

I was Roman Catholic for Centuries.

Then I married an Englishman and went Anglican;

then I lived in Turkey and contemplated Islam.

It did not frighten me.

In many ways, the study of Kabbalah and the Sufi tradition best

acknowledge my personal beliefs.

But for now, I'm trying Unitarianism,

occasionally visiting a Sufi group

nearby --)

Today, I witnessed for the second time only,

a Unitarian "baptism"

Yes, they use water,

but not in any startling way:

the Minister holds a white rose,

and presents it to the child

before dipping it into the water,

and touching it to the child's head.

Today,

as the Minister held the rose

out towards the baby boy,

the child reached out,

and grabbed the stem of the rose firmly.

He clearly knew it was for him.

And the Minister,

wisely,

said: "may you grab every opportunity life gives you

with equal energy and certainty."

And I thought:

that Child will, for

that Child's will 

is ingrained in

his Soul (Soul aka; Spiritual Essence),

that Substance that Combined

and entered

His Chubby Fleshy Avatar

is a bold one.

That is who he is.

Which reminded me

of another belief

that I firmly hold:

we are each our Essential Self

at the time of our birth,

and as children,

we act out our truthfulness

in every gesture and sound we make.

It is the Process

of becoming part of society

that messes us up,

beginning

with loving,

with parenting,

then schooling,

then friending,

then loving,

then working,

then hating,

then mating, 

then loving,

then reproducing,

then loving,

then playing,

then aging.

The soul inside of you,

the Spiritual Essence that is 

the Real You

(not to be confused with your body,

which is rather randomly chosen)

is the child in you.

And he said: "I tell you the truth, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven (The Bible. Matthew 18:3 ).New Living Translation (©2007)

The Child in Me is Gentle;

the Child

in Me is Quiet

and Kind.

I had not encountered her

for a long time,

until a few years ago,

when I fell

childishly in love

with a man who

 appeared to do the same

with me.

But it was

a beautiful love

partly because it helped me rediscover

the Child in Me; I was

wholly and fully

myself

with him,

and I could not figure out

why I hadn't found My Inner Child before,

since I'd been there all along.

It was the simplest thing in the world,

yet it was the hardest.  Because society

would belittle, and does belittle, the 

Common Sense of The Child.

But in fact, 

the Common Sense of The Child

is equal to

the Common Sense of the Essential Spirit.

So,

to return to one's childishness

is to return

to one's Essential Self,

the Self

we were meant to be

in The Garden,

before we went and messed it all up.

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It's that easy:

find the Child in You,

and be True 

to it.

But it's also very very hard:

for to find 

The Child in You,

you must be able to distinguish Who

You were before

a parent first called you "stupid"

or told you not to pick your nose,

or reprimanded you for talking to loud,

or for chewing with your mouth

open.

That's right:

you must find the You

you were before

someone broke your heart the first time,

or lied to you,

or yelled at you for picking their flowers,

or raped you

or beat you

or didn't feed you

or locked you in a room.

I found my Essential Me,

My Child,

and Shared My Childish Love

with one who I thought felt the same

in return.

Unfortunately,

my lover

grew jealous and angry

and worked very hard

to hurt Me,

and succeeded.

(Yes, he acted like a child.)

And now my Child cowers

behind a door in my Heart,

afraid to come out again.

Any human who has had that experience

I describe above

has trouble finding their Child;

and if Your Child 

has been hurt many many times,

it is hiding even deeper inside of you

as a child would do.

But it's still there.

(And don't forget--

this Child is the Essential You,

the Spiritual You

that moved into your body

at birth)

Am I still angry at my lover?

No.

Only hurt.

Deeply hurt.

I don't blame him,

because I really believe

that the only way his 

Inner Child could Justify

hurting another Child

would be because he was

hurt so so much as a child.

He was abused

as no child should have been 

abused,

and in his knowledge

that the abuse he received

was unjustified, he feels a need

to impose it on Other Children,

so he won't feel so much

like a freak.

But he's not a freak.

He's a Child; he's a sad sad spirit

whose fate in this lifetime

was to live in an avatar

that others abuse

continually.

I don't blame him;

I can only love him

still,

and pray for him,

and hope his Inner Child

was not hurt so badly

that it is eternally lost to itself. 

"You don't have a soul; you are a soul.

You have a body."

C. S. Lewis

To The Rainbow Racers

When you search for the rainbow

throughout your life;

when you gain it and find

there's no rainbow, after all,

well,

you actually have a far better chance

of finding the rainbow where and when you least expect it.

A logical rainbow racer

who has survived

to adulthood and beyond,

who has tested every boundary,

strode every stair,

only to find

there was nothing special up there

is most likely to finally discover

that the end of the rainbow has been here along,

here

on this soil in this paradise of a planet,

my friend --

it's here.  Paradise is here.

mauiarts

We could live in paradise

if we could recognize that we live in it

already.

We are the most regal

                 of the beasts

                               that inhabit paradise;

                                                all of us -

                              we all share paradise

already.

(photo by Makropoulos)

Oh, dear friends:

we create hell by living in paradise and despoiling it.

We are nothing but the noblest animal:

 the beast                            

who was given the job to tend the other bests.

                        Nothing more; nothing less.

By taking that assignment of caretaker

too seriously, we made the mistake of thinking

we were gods as well.

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Oh, so wrong, 

you hairless beast

You are only a beast,

and the only similarity

you really have with God

                 is that, if he were 

            to appear to you at this 

moment, God would be hairless, too.

(You see, because in order for God to appear

at this moment, she would

have to find a way that would somewhat reflect

the material world that we live in.

Because God, after all, is not material;

so s/he would appear as a mirror,

because that's the only way s/he could be made manifest

in the physical realm.)

God would appear, and has appeared

as a mirror, and whomever

has confronted or confronts God directly

would only see

themselves.

So humans who encounter God assign whatever

characteristics they personally hold to God,
when in fact they're really just looking at
themselves; thus:

God appears as a black man to a black man; 

she appears as an Asian woman to an Asian woman;

he appears as a crippled boy to a crippled boy;

or he appears as a puppy

to a puppy.

God has appeared differently to all

who have taken the time to view him, and yet

it is all the same God.

So, we must stop fighting dear friends,

we must begin

loving and living in peace;

and then you can just guess

when Paradise would arrive:

At that instant when we stop our fighting and start loving

first: the man or woman in the mirror,

then: the man who doesn't look a thing like you.

For we are all  the noblest animal, 

the beast 

who were given the job to tend after

the other beasts.

                                     Nothing more; nothing less.

Channelling: When Divided Time Meets No Time

(Preface: I don't know where this message came from.  If you can get through it,
and understand it, well,
I'll give you a piece of chocolate)

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You see, in the New Age,

we will have to recognize and accept,

and forgive

the fact we are not one and never will be one --

we are parts, equal parts of a Whole, for sure,

but not One,

for God is the One.

It's impossible for us

to be one,

because we are all separate yet equal,

                                   different

parts of the whole that The One

produced

for the sole intent 

of being able to see                           

itself    . .  .  . . 

you see

this is what 2012 is:

it is                    

the year of the palindrome:

it is the year when

the Divided Self perceives the United Self, wholly, finally.

And Vise Versa.

 apod May 6 2011

As I said last week, how long can it take

for the Singular God (aka: the United Self)  to perceive 

its own Creation (aka: the Divided Self)

in all its parts?

Well, if you're on God's side 

of the mirror,

it takes an

unmeasurable instant

for the One to perceive 

its mirror image,

in all its disparate,

hopefully beautiful

parts.

But that instant

in Timeless Time

is an eternity on our side of the mirror --

paintingsilove

So anyway,

in the year of the palindrome,

God  (which is the linguistic placeholder

in our language used

to represent The Nothing Out of Which We All Came)

will have formed a conclusion

on what s/he thinks about the state

of her/his creation. 

                             (I hope you can follow what I'm saying)

I'm saying that by

12212012, D.T. (Divided, human time)

we, dear humans, will reach

the juncture at which 

the amount of time it takes the Creator to perceive It's Creation

intersects

with the numerical system we use to count the time.

That juncture, by the way,

can be best represented like this:

and that symbol,

dear friends,

is as much representational

as it is abstract.

Abstractly,

it is a number to indicate

no number:

the double zero,

so

to

speak.  And it is also representational 

(graphic):

it performs on the page

the intersection we

are about to experience.

The best way to describe it is an eclipse.

Now, we know about

Lunar Eclipses

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which occur when we, the earth that guides the moon

on its whirling, twirling path

stand directly in the way

of the moon's view of the sun.

It's an alignment that occurs because of a series of revolves

within revolves.

And then there are Solar Eclipses:

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. and then there's something else,
that many people have speculated about:

infinitelymystical

 The eclipse we will encounter in a year or two
is much greater than the others,
it is the eclipse of one celestial habitation
as it comes in direct
alginment
with the larger force that it encircles,
and that keeps the celestial habitation
in motion,
just like the earth keeps the moon
in motion.

If you can foollow this,
then perhaps you'll be able to see
what I'm trying to say:

at this fabulous intersection,
all of creation (all of which exists
within the realm of Divided Time)
will be eclipsed by the force
that we call god,
and we
here on earth
will be in a position
where we will be gazing in
to God's eye,
as if gazing lengthwise along through the expanse
of the palindrome
of infinity.

And as with any eclipse
of the small
with the larger,
the smaller (we) will be able to see
the outline of the larger
around the the edges of the celestial bodies
between us.


~ ~ ~

The thing is:

the Unknown and Unknowable contains
the very force that produced
US,
and, well, we're about to have a good look at each other.

~ ~ ~ ~

And since we are, in essence,
a product of It, well,
the Unknown, the Unknowable, the Vast Emptyness
That is Everything Other Than Us
(let's just call that God, for the lack
of a better word),
so when God encounters us,
it will look upon us a bit
like a father looks at a son.  And if
S/He is not pleased
with what it sees,
well,
we may be screwed.

We are, after all,
just a product of division.

Yes.

For the One to Produce Many,
it must Divide.

Because one
cannot produce another one,
and remain the Only One.  No;
at that point when One becomes Two
it inevitably also become Three and Four and
on to Eternity

which is
12212012
or thereabouts.

Now,
the actual period of time
in our time
which summarizes
and translates the amount of time
that it takes NoTime to react to its perception of
All Time
is approxiamately four days,
give or take an hour or two,
and that four day juncture
that includes 12212012
will be kind of rough,
because for a brief
period of time,
when No Time meets All Time
we'll be in a state of,
well,
Frozen Time,
and there won't be much
we'll be able to do  about it,
except wait,
and it will seem like an eternity,
but it will really only be
four days,
give or take a minute or two,
and when
the big that after The Four Days occurs,
well,
we'll know the outcome
of the encounter of the All and Its Reproduction (aka US),
and those of us who survive
the intense interrogation
of Self against Self,

 will be in a time beyond eternity,
and in that time,
we'll finally realize
how insignificant
                   significance
really is.

Conversation In The Garden: A Radio Play

(for those of you

who have so kindly

read Makropoulos'

musings over the past months,

you know,

I have an obsession with the Creation Story,

and I keep retelling it,

over and over.

If you don't like it,

I'm sorry, but

think of it this way:

Elton John has been writing the same song,

over and over again,

all his career,

and for some odd reason, he gets away with it.

So here I go again, with mine:)

  

Garden of Eden, Lucas, Kansas

 sound of crunching and biting. . . and crunching . . .  an apple . . .

Adam:  That was good

Eve:  Nice and crispy.  Want another?

rustle of leaves, as she reaches

for another

Adam:  Better not; he told us not to. 

Hey, look at that bush over there.  It has

bright red berries on it.  Maybe we can eat them,

instead.

Eve:  Who says they're bright red?

Adam:  I do.  He told me, whatever I say goes.  GENESIS 2:19: "and

whatsoever Adam called every living creature

that was the name therof. . . "

Eve:  Oh, brother, this is going to go to your head.  Hey, what's that thing in your hand?

Adam:  What?

Eve:  That thing, in your hand -- What is it?  You know, we could get

a hell of a lot more done around here if you'd just

put it down.  

Adam:  I can't put it down.

Eve:  What do you mean?

Adam: It's stuck to me.

Eve:  What?  Let me see.  Oh my god!  

It's a snake!

(twigs cracking and grasses swishing

as she rises from

a lying position)

Adam:  No!  It's not!  It's me!  Come on back here!

Eve:  It's awful!  How can you touch that thing

all the time?

Adam:  It feels good!   You'd be touching it all the time

if you had one.

Eve:  Well, I don't. 

Rustle of leaves 

as she moves closer

Eve:  Oh, my god, it's growing.  It's moving!

Adam:  yeah, it does that whenever you bend over.

Eve:  Oh my god . . . .

Adam:  Stop saying that

sound of snap of a twig again

Eve:  here, take this and cover it up.

Adam:  I am not covering mine if you don't cover yours.

Eve:  I don't have one.

Adam:  Yeah, I know.  And I think that's kind of freaky, so

cover it up.

sound of leaves being picked,

Adam and Eve making 

little noises, as they adjust their new

wardrobe. . . 

Eve and Adam:  randomly  No, put it there.  Oh, I don't like it there, move it over.  Don't cover that part;

I like that part. . . 

Eve: Laughing  You need a bigger one!  

ripping more leaves

Eve:  Here, let me help

Sound of rustling, 

and bodies getting closer

Eve & Adam: randomly  Ewww,  

Oh?  Oh!

OH! . . Aw  Aw  ah  ah 

AH!

ew

ohhhh

Adam:  You should cover those, those two.  If the rule is to

you cover whatever you feel like touching all the time,

you should definitely cover those.

Eve:  Well, I don't want green on them.  I mean, I like them SO much. 

I want a better color.  

I need red.

Adam:  Well the only thing big enough that's red

is an apple. . . 

Eve:  Apple?  What's an apple?

Adam:  Those red things we ate.  You know, the ones we're not supposed to eat.

Eve:  Oh!

sound of rustling, apples being plucked

Adam:  Eve!!  What the hell did you do that for?  We're not supposed to!!

Eve:  Well, we already ate one, so we're screwed.  What's two more? 

Besides, I'm not eating them.

pause

Eve:  By the way, what is hell?

Adam:  What?

Eve:  You just said "what the hell!"  What is hell?

Adam.  indifferently  Oh.  It's just something I said.

It doesn't mean anything.

Eve:  Well, it does now.

Adam:  Why?

Eve:  Because you said it.  You know: you're the First Man,

and He gave you the power to name things.

So, if you say it, it's bound to mean something.

big sigh, then, exasperated:

My God!

Adam:  Stop saying that!  pause  Do you really think

that EVERYTHING I say is going to mean something?

Eve:  Somewhere down the line.  If you say it enough,

it's going to mean something.
If it doesn't mean anything,
than why say it?

Hey.

Will you please help me . . . 

with my apples?

Adam:  Oh, yeah, baby, I love them apples. . . 

ooh, ahh, ewww,. . .

Rustle, rustle,

the tinkling sound

of sparkling sun

on wet leaves, the

deep exhale

of a spring breeze. . .

Eve:  Uh, oh.  

Adam:  giggling.  He's coming.  Put your apples back on.

Eve:  what about that thing?

Adam:  What?

Eve:  This thing?

Adam;  Oh, . . . . .we'd better leave them on, too.

Eve:  What?  (obviously she is involved with her apples)_

Adam:  Leave it!

Eve:  What?

Adam:  Leave it!

Eve:  What's it?

Adam:  Leave it!!!

Eve:  Oh, it's a leave.

Adam:  What?

Eve:  The thing you're wearing on your thingamajig,

it's a leave.

Adam:  Oh, is it?

Eve:  You just named it, you primate, you!

More gracious rustling

tinklings of

the sparkling sun

on wet leaves,

the gentle sound

of spring rain,

and breath,

always breath. . . 

Eve:  He's really essentially good.
He'll forgive us.

Adam:  Are you worried?

Eve:  Yeah, a little.  Aren't you?

Adam:  Yeah,  Adjust your apples.

And they heard the voice

of the Lord God

walking in the garden

in the cool of the day:

Lord God:  Hidee Hidee Hidee Ho. . . 

Adam:  whispering  I hate that song. . .

Eve:  What's hate?

Adam:  still whispering  It's the feeling that I get

whenever he sings that song.

Eve:  Hidee hidee hidee ho. . . it's kind of nice.

It kind of doesn't mean

a damned thing.

Adam:  That's why I hate it

Rustling

gentle breezes,

birds singing

spinning cymbals,

deep breathing.

L.G.:  Hidee hidee hidee ho. . .

Adam?  Where art thou?

Adam:  knees knocking, clenched together in fear,  whispering: Oh, fuck!

Eve:  What?

Adam:  Oh!  It doesn't mean anything!

Eve:  Stop saying things that don't mean anything,

than insisting that all your words

have meaning.  If you keep doing that,

I'm just going to start singing

Hidee hidee hidee ho,

all the time!

L.G.:  Adam!  (L.G.'s voice is firm, but a soft, patient tone)  Adam!  Where art thou?

Adam:  calling  Oh!  Oh!  Is that you?  Why,

I head thy voice in the garden, and I was afraid because

I was naked; and I hid myself!

Pause

Absolute silence.

Then. . . 

Sharp inhale, 

like a typhoon --

L.G.:  Who told thee thee was naked?

Adam:  Uh. . . . Uh. . . . 

Eve  whispering  Did that mean something?

Adam:  Uh. . .  . Uh. . . . 

L.G.:  WHO TOLD THEE THEE WAS NAKED?

Adam:  whispering  I'm afraid it does mean something

L.G.:  Hast thou eaten of the tree,

whereof I commanded thee

that thou shouldst not eat?

Eve:  Maybe I misjudged HIm.

Adam:  Uh. . . . The woman whom thou gavest to be with me, 

she gave me of the tree,

and I did eat!

Eve:  OH, My GOD! No!

L.G.:  Yes, dear.  Yes, that's right:

Adam just produced a falsehood.  

It's true: sometimes what he says is

god's truth, and sometimes,

well, 

it means nothing at all,

and sometimes,

rather than burn his own ass,

he's going to blame it all

on you . ..

So get ready:

I'm about to tell you what you get

for eating of the tree. . . 

Adam:  I'll take door number three.

L.G.:  What the hell does that mean?

Eve:  See, He's saying it now, so it must mean something.

L.G.:  What do you mean?

Eve:  Adam's been saying that all day long. . . What the hell. . . . What the hell. . . 

L.G.:  Oh, it doesn't mean anything.

Eve:  Come on, now, what was the lesson

you just gave me about the First Man

over here, and falsehood?

L.G.:  Oh,.   O.K.  

Let me tell you what that phrase means:

"What": means, well, it's what you say when you

don't know something.

Adam and Eve:  What?

L.G.:  Precisely.

Adam and Eve:  Oh.

L.G.:  Yes, what.  Now, "the" is the definite article.

A and E:  What?

L.G.:  Again, precisely.  That's what a bunch of people are going to say in the future,

people from Russia and China and Japan

and a few other places, too,

when they try to learn English.  You see,

their language

will not have

a definite article, 
because
they recognize you really don't need one.
I mean, an apple's an apple, right?
But

English needs one, because

English speaking people are just that particular.

They have the intellect

of a giant five year old:

the English language lets me focus on 

just one apple

and say

"I want that one."  

and you would say

"What one?"

and I would say:

"That One" 

and you would say

"What One?"

and I would say

THE apple perched on your

left boobie

Adam and Eve:  Oh!  That Apple!

L.G.  Yes.  That Apple.  I'll take the other one too.

Adam and Eve:  Why?

L.G.:  I like apples.  They're my favorite 

fruit.

And you weren't supposed to touch them.

Adam:  Why didn't you tell us that?  If you would have put it that way,

we would not have eaten one.  But instead you just said

"don't" and we didn't know why.  

Eve:  yeah!

L.G.:  I did tell you.  I know I told you.

Adam:  I don't remember.

L.G.  Oh, I know I told you.  I know I said it right over there, a few days ago,

remember?  We were lying in that leafy grove over there,

when we were with your cousins, smoking the green plant, 

and I told you.

Adam:  Oh, yeah, that was fun.  But I don't remember you telling

us anything important. (to Eve)  Do you?

Eve:  Well, you know, I do, now that you

bring it up.

And you know: we were smoking that stuff before we ate

the apples,

too.

L.G.  Oh, great.  I told you not to smoke too much of that stuff.

Because you really can't handle it.

Adam and Eve:  Who?

L.G.  You.  I told you, I told you, I told you,

and you don't listen,

which is a mistake,

because

I am GOD!

Adam and Eve:  Who's God?

L.G.:  Me!

Adam and Eve:  Is that your name?

L.G.:  Sure, for now.  I mean, I heard Eve saying it:

Oh, my god! and I thought she was talking

to me. 

I like the sound of it, too:

God.  God.  God.

Do you know God is Dog 

spelled backwards?

Adam and Eve:  What's a dog?

L.G.:  Oh, my buddy Satan's a dog.

Adam:  What?  Really?

L.G.:  Yeah,   Satan's a dog.

sound of barking, then

growling and snapping

He's a bit tempermental, but he's a dog.
Man's best friend, you know.

Adam:  Well, the Bible says Satan's a serpent.

L.G.:  A what?

Adam:  A serpant.  A snake.  It's the same thing.  I just 

made up that other word for snake.  

Serpent.

Sounds good, doesn't it?

Eve and L.G.:  What was wrong with "snake"?

Adam:  Nothing!  Snake's a fine word!  But,

if you want to write poetry,

serpant would sound better.

Eve:  Oh, Lord, he's driving me crazy.

L.G.:  Lord.  I like that name too.

Eve:  I mean, first it's a snake, then

he gets all poetic on us

and it's a serpant.  Next

thing you know, he'll say

Oh, and that big black one over there

is a"python,"

and that spotted one

is "boa,"

and

that beautiful brown and black one

is a "viper" . . . . 

Adam:  Eve, those are really nice words!  Can I use them?

Eve:  But I say:  they're all snakes!  Just snakes!

And I also say that the only snake

in this scenario is the one

that's hanging between

his legs.

L.G.:  Where?

Eve:  That thing hanging between his legs!  Adam, move your leaf.

L.G.:  Oh, that thing.

Eve:  yeah, that thing.  I can't help but notice:

you don't have one.

L.G.:  I don't need one.   You only need one of those

when you have to reproduce.

Eve:  Really?

Adam:  What are you guys talking about?

Eve and L.G.:  Don't call us "guys."

Eve:  And why is your noodle growing, Adam?  

I'm not bending over.

sound of rustling grasses

Adam  distracted  What?

Eve:  turning  Lillith?  What are you doing 

back there?

Lillith:  Oh, just picking some of these pretty red berries. 

Eve:  Lillith!  Stand up, get ouf of here, 

this is MY side of the garden!

Adam?

Adam:  It's just your cousin. . . . 

Eve:  I know precisely who Lillith is!!!  

Adam  whispering to the L.G.:  What's her problem?

L.G.:  Her problem is this:

You both ate the apple,

my favorite fruit. 

And at the instant you ate it,

suddenly,

she saw it

and

you saw it:

and you both recognized it.

Eve, what you didn't know before

because you didn't have to know

before apple 

(let's call that "B.A." for short,)

B.A. you didn 't know he was

walking around with that thing

in his hand

all the time.

If it wasn't in his hand, he had it

stuck in a tree

or a sheep

or whatever

because 

it kind of has a mind all its own.
That doesn't make it right,
but the poor guy is stuck to it,
and sometimes that thing's brain
takes over.

Luckily

he had it in you 

a lot

because you are

his other half,

the thing I made

from his rib.

And I have to say,

I did a good job with you.

You look just like me!

I didn't get it quite right the first time,

but the second time was a charm!

 Adam:  What?

L.G. and Eve:  Never mind.

L.G.:  Anyway, that's why

I didn't want you 

to eat the apple 

because it's the fruit

of knowledge, a gift 

that only I 

can bare sanely because

I don't care.

I don't care

what he's got in his hand,

or what happens

when someone else 

bends over.

Because I know

I know 

that in the long run

it just doesn't matter.

Yeah,

I can't know and not care

because I'm eternal; I

don't have to reproduce,

but you do.  Because

that was the only way

I could build you.

Anybody who has had the patience

to read this blog knows

the essential truth 

and problem of creation:

Eternity, the All, the Lord

cannot reproduce itself 

in its totality

because All

is only always All, 

So in order to reproduce myself

I had

to produce my parts,

of which you two

Adam and Eve

are very important parts of me,

and this beautiful 

ecosystem

is a reproduction of what I need

to sustain myself.

And Lillith is me, too

as is her rib-mate, Ted. . . 

Adam and Eve:  Ted?  His name is Ted?

L.G.:  Yeah.

Adam and Eve:  Why Ted?

L.G.:  He liked the sound of it.  I told him

the same thing I told you, Adam:

"what you say, goes"

and he named everything, 

too,

but he just has different names for everything.

Adam: sounding hurt You told Ted that too?

L.G.:  Yeah.  Why not?

Adam:  I think Ted and I better talk.

L.G.:  Maybe.  Especially given the mess

you two made of it all.  I mean,

you've messed up for everybody.

Adam and Eve:  We two?

L.G.:  Yeah, you two.  You broke the rule,

so now everybody has to suffer.

Adam:  Well, if you hadn't 

put all that weed all around the tree,we wouldn't have smoked it and then

eaten that lovely red, crunchy fruit.
You should have told us not to smoke that.

L.G.:   But I couldn't, because
you need to smoke it, in order
to keep from killing each other.
I put it there, because

I like to smoke it and then eat apples.

The crunch is so delightful 

when you have a little buzz on.

And I told you not to smoke so much

because you can't handle it!

Adam:  My God!  I forgot!

L.G.:  Don't use my name in vain!   I told you I knew what 

would happen, and I told you not to eat, and you did!

Adam:  Eve!  Don't go away!  I need help here!

where are you going?

Eve:  To get some of those berries over there. . . 

rustling . . . 

Adam:  to L.G.:   So are you telling me 

that you can't put it back to the

way it was with me walking 

around with my thingee in my hand

all the time, and with her not caring?

You're God!  You  should be able

to do that!

L.G.:  Sorry.  The problem is: you have enough

of me in you that once the process starts,

I can't stop it. . . .

You're on your way.  

You're going to really start evolving now,

inventing fire,

and wheels,

and books,

and guns,

and fishing rods,

and trains, and clocks, and

boats

and radios and cars

and submarines

and rockets and 

bombs

and the internet, eventually,

and you're going to ultimately

strive

to reproduce me,

God, 

the creative force,

the replicating power,

the All, the Timeless, the Eternal, and

. . .

Adam:  Eve?  Where are you?

L.G.:  And, ultimatley, you'll get pretty close,

and then

we'll have a tangle, you and I, 

like two jealous brothers

Adam:  Oh, look, there's my cousin Bruce,

over by the tree.  Lord. . . . I'll tell him not to eat

the apple. . . . will that make it good between us?  

Eh, Lord, Buddy?

L.G.:  Don't call me Buddy.  I'm Your God.

Your Creator.

And don't you ever forget it.

Adam:  Hey Bruce!  Don't eat that! 

You'll have trouble!

And hey, buddy, put a leaf on that thing,

it's getting pretty big. . . 

 L.G.:  whispering  This is going to get ugly.

Adam:  Bruce. . . . what are you looking at?  Bruce?  

rustle rustle

Eve!  Stop picking those berries!  Stand up!  And Bruce,
you stay away from her!

I'm going to kill you . . . . 

She's MY rib-mate. . . go find your own

more rapid rustling, sounds of slapping,

Adam and Bruce grunting,

and saying "ouch!"  "Ouch!"

"you Asshole!  Ouch!" 

Meanwhile:

A Deep Sigh,

as deep as the darkest night

and as long and lush

as a thousand thousand thousand

long grassy grasses 

swaying in a sea breeze

L.G.:  I'm getting out of here.  It's going to get

ugly,

(more sounds of slapping, and swearing. 
New words are being invented
by the second)

and no matter

what I say, they won't listen. . . . Oh. . . . 

I'll try to give them some rules,

in another few hundred, or

thousand

years

or so.

They just won't listen to me at all,

not now.  

I know that. 

"ouch!  Stop it!"  branches breaking,

pans clattering, general 

confusion, then pause

Adam:  Eve?  Eve?  Where are you going?

Eve:  Hey, Teddy, what are you wearing?  Oh, I like it

in that color. . . 

Adam,  OK, that's it, Eve.  You come back over here,

or I'm going with Lillith.

Eve:  Oh, no you don't!  Don't you dare!

L.G.:  Yep, I was afraid something like this would happen

 . . . it's going to take a long time. . . .

a long time. .. . .

I guess I'll just go sit

in this galaxy over here and

watch

for awhile.  I might even have to

look away

sometimes, because

I'm afraid it's going to get

really bad.

But every now and then,

I'll send a messenger,

someone to give them a clue

on how to get along.
And mostly,
I'm afraid,
they won't listten.

Brush of air,

crash of lightening,

  smash of thunder

and then a sudden

downpour of rain

Eve:  Now, Adam, what are you doing over there with Bruce?

OK, That's it.  Ted!  Let's get out of here.

Adam:  Eve!  Eve!  If you do that, 

I'm going to

cover you, from head to foot,

with leaves!

I'll cover your face, too!

You can't leave!

You're my rib-mate!

Rustle. . . . Rustle  . . . .

rustle

rustle

Adam:  Where's Lillith?

the end

 epilogue

woof!  woof!

L.G.:  Satan!  Satan!!

                    whistling

Here, boy, Satan

barking and scurrying that disappears into the distance

L.G.:  Oh, the hell with him. 

He can stay here.  I'll just go

over here. . . . alone

pause. . . 

and wait. . . 

pause

for someone to call me

on the phone.