Prophecy: A Channelling Inspired By a Brilliant Coupling

 ( earnmydegree )

OK,

so it's true,

I'm trying to establish with you

that I have some goofy gift

of prophecy.

ME?

Me:

Makropoulis,

a 424 year old woman

who hasn't aged much

until recently,

when she turned

425.

~ ~

And since I'm aging slowly,

I can tell you

exactly what aging

is all about:

the aging strikes 

certain places first,

because

 those are the parts 

of our Avatar,

our machine,

that we use the most:

( cosmeticsurgeryspecialists )

1.  

My eyes -- my eyes

your eyes

we use them a lot

to look both outwardly

and inwardly.

They receive signals, the data

then transmitted
to the brain,

the master terminal

of this fabulous machine

called the body;

they work
day in and day out.

Is it no surprise

that they begin to go first?

(Think of it this way,

and I've talked about this before:

your body 

is nothing

but an avatar

an earthly machine

designed

to best contain the parts

of God

that it's our duty

to bear)

-##-

because

as Inayat Khan says,
and I say elsewhere,

Creation

is the manifestation

of totality

of the 

All (that is God),
borne of its desire
to reproduce itself

However,

in general,

All

cannot

represent itself,

except

in its constituent parts

--

Get it?

God cannot represent himself

as One

because God 

is All,

and to create

ALL²,

would be nigh impossible

because

no matter how many times

you duplicate

All,

it's never duplicated,

it's always just

ALL,

just more of it.

So,

in the duplication of Itself

God discovered
He had to divide

His parts

into parts,

which in and of itself 

was a fairly artificial act

-- 

kind of like colonization,

and the way

the

 Treaty of Sèvres

created the nations

of Iraq and Iran:

(Sèvres ) 

those national lines

are some of the most

unnatural lines

on the planet;
in fact,

they are

the most flagrantly proud

of man's acts,

as man
has continued to blindly
attempt
to imitate
God

imitating God, 

who had to divide

the undividable
in order
to do see Himself:

with that Treaty,

we created

man-made lines,

that put together a few groups of people

who didn't really belong

together,

and called them

a nation,

Anywhooooo,

yeah,

likewise,

that's how some of the divisions

that God created

when he divided himself

had to be:

uncomfortable,

and unnatural,

but necessary,

and every

material object

that he created to reflect

the All

in its constituent parts

contains

a three-some

of those parts

as well.

He tried to combine these
three elements

in ways that were

negotiable,

in ways that would help

the material manifestation

of God

sustain itself;

it has just been

our job

to sustain ourselves and not

let one aspect

dominate

another.

2.

My spine - my spine
Your Spine,
Our Spine:

The spine is the terminal,

the radio tower

of the apparatus we occupy,

the apparatus 

that communicates

by two means:

locally,

by language
and

long distance,

by signals,

frequencies:

the duty of our bodily apparatus

is to bear

the brain,

and 

the heart

of God --

those parts of God

that are the most fragile,

and the most powerful

=

We are here to contain 

God's

capacity to love.

+

we are here to contain

God's

capacity to know-better =

two abilities

that don't always work well

together,

and

they are also

two abilities

that just happen to be

eternal

//

yes,

which is why they had to be

put together:

our task is to contain

the elements

 that defy the elemental:

but at the same time,

we are here

to contain

God's capacity

to love himself,

which is our survival apparatus,

and it is that capacity

that has maintained us
in the material realm,

because when we see ourselves

in another,

we want to love ourselves

in the most perfect

of physical ways.

Yeah,
that's how we've maintained
a somewhat unbroken
existence of the eternal elements
of the All
that is God:
through the self-serving,
self-loving act
of copulation.

Our task all along has been to figure out all these pieces of the puzzle, and get our acts together, and imitate God as perfectly as possible.

You see, that's the idea

of the soul mate:

he/she's the one,

the other part

of the part of God

that you are here

to find,

to imitate,

but

if you do not find that partner

in this life,

just


love the one you're with

with

everything you have.

It's very likely you'll never
meet your soulmate
in this life,
because
if you did, 
chances are
you hate that person.

And do you know what's fabulous?

Often our soul - mates

aren't perfect,

and yet,

we can love them because

even with their earthly imperfections

we can still

recognize

some trace

of ourselves.

Yes,

the ones who are the hardest to love

are the ones

we are required

to love

in order to be able

to survive.

.

So the Creating Force
that is God,
that powerful
lust-ful
element
of SelfLove,
is the glue
to our physical
timebound cycle
is the glue
of the fragile parcel
(these time-bound bodies)

in which he packaged

the ability to love

with the ability to

know better

;

those two capacities,

combined

have the capability to save 

each other.

the heart can save the mind

by curbing it,

and making it feel;

and

the mind can save the heart

by stopping it,

and requiring it to think --

and 

Love,

Pure Love

is that impulse

we feel

when the heart and the mind are working

in harmony,

and

when we love and we KNOW it's right.

* # *

but anyway,

the spine

is another part of the apparatus

that wears out

relatively quickly,

not only because

it keeps us upright,

but because

it is our primary conductor,

it is

the conductor by which

we transmit our signals

from self to self,

from self to self,

from Self to Self,

to the greater Self.

3.

and my brain,
your brain,
the brain

is the decoder,

the master cylinder

that communicates

the message from

the larger central consciousness

to our own

individual

apparatus,

our vehicle.

( wikimedia )


if we lose the brain,
well,
we probably won't survive,
because
that cuts us off
from the primary signals
that make us a part
of the whole

~ ~

We all have the capacity to be conductors,

seers,

if we can free our

minds,

hearts,

and spines

of the burdens we bear

in our everyday lives.

( greatestsalesteam )

But for now,

the world is so occupied

with itself,

and most humans

only imitate

the popular consciousness,

so we need

seers,

those

with the gift to read the signs

that everyone else
cannot see,
due to temporary
blindness.

And hey,

that's me.

(sacredtexts - Brahan Seer )

Well, ya' know,

I actually started this entry

with one intent:

to tell you a prophecy

that I shared with my friends 

about three weeks ago:

I heard that

Elton John and Leon Russell

did a collaboration,

produced by T. Bone Burnett.

And I said,

hell,

that's the Album of the Year,

if not

the century.

You see,

I see

that T. Bone Burnett 

has a formula,

like a magical brew:

have two classic artists,

who admire each other terrifically,

who might even want to do nothing more

than make love to the other,

put them together,

and make an album.

And he makes things like this:

and now this:

My prophecy for today:

if you can buy stock

in 

this album,

or

T. Bone Burnett,

do it.

when will I get done, revolving it all? (a channelling)

This semester I'm teaching Footfalls,

That fabulous Beckett play

the got itself etched 

in my mind so many years

ago,

that, and 

Medea.

 It's funny: I may be setting myself up
for failure.

Whenever I decide to teach
a play I know oh so well
and love so much,
I find when I reach the actual
teaching itself,
I can't do it.
Students get really mad at me,
because I love all that old stuff like
Shakespeare,
or Euripides,
all guys I once knew once.

and beckett

The problem is: I know so much about these guys
and their times
that it would take forever
to teach it,
so for about a week
I'm silent, demanding the students
teach themselves some little part of
the
history.
(Oh, these 21st century students hate an old
history bound chick like me --
it's not their fault;
they were raised in an age
that scoffed at
history)
Still, I force them
to teach themselves.   I want them to
get it in their bones
as deeply as it is in mine.
And the only way they can do that
is
embody it.

When that's over, I teach the play and I teach it intensely.

Unfortunately, some students think that anything not taught directly by the teacher doesn't count.
For them, there is a  tough leap
from self-taught to "worth something."

( detourart )

So much of what I know
is self taught.
And it's all worth something.
I confirmed that
when I did a dissertation
at a fairly well known university
and won a departmental award for my work
in a blissfully forgiving cross-disciplinary field called
"Performance Studies."

Yes, that's right, in this age, Makropoulos is a PhD.

By gaining that, I confirmed to myself
that all that stuff
I taught my self
over the ages
was both worth it an
well taught.

If I can teach myself
all the crap I taught
myself as well as I did,
then,
you'd think I'd be able to teach
others,
and for a decade or two
I could: I was recognized as a good teacher,
at some very good schools.

However, I'm not as one of those schools now.

This generation,
lovingly referred to as
Generation Z
is so different from any I've ever encountered
yet.
They just want to be spoon fed
(I don't like doing that)

Students don't like me,
because
I just don't take their bullshit.
I want them to take
responsibility
for themselves and their learning.
Not a good thing to require these days,
in the good ol' U.S. of A.

MY CONCLUSION ABOUT GEN. Z in the U.S.A.:

Students in generation Z
are either
the most spoiled children we've ever produced
OR
they're the most literal generation in recent history.

( timeoutsydney )


So tell me:
have I finally hit
the Generation Gap
or
is this another marking of a
major cosmic shift?
Has Generation Z inherited the task of being
the cusp generation?
If it is a cosmic shift, it is heralded by a generation
that is honest and true; they see life simply for what
it is.
That is the constant,
and then there are the variables,
and that depends a lot on who their parents are:

1.  Those raised by the more Idealistic Hippies of the '60's and 70's - Empaths, that would be,
the kids are empathic to a dangerous extreme.

2.  Those raised by the Folks-Who-Like-To-Get-Stoned Hippies,
Some of Whom Still
Giveadamn,
and some of whom who don't,
well,
they are the largest group
who produced kids,
and their kids are
a mixed bag.
They're either really thoughtful, caring, ethical, slightly
goofy, but nice to be around

or

They're stoners.

3. That group is nearly rivaled in size
by the children of the early generation
Stoners,
whose kids, for the most part
are stoners;
but there are also children of Stoners
who look at their wasted parents
and decide:
"there must be another, better way";
and they are any of the above

. . . . and then . . .  .

4. there are the children of
the Nice, Straight Kids From the Seventies
Oh, yeah, they're out there,
those kids.  Some become
stoners, because their parents, who were
Nice, Straight Kids
when they were young
have become
Anal Retentive,
so their kids are either
doubly anal retentive
or they become
Any One Of the Above.

5.  And then,
There are the kids of the
Religious Zealots, and often
those kids are psychopathic religious zealots

or

they're any of the above
with any level of
Religious Fervor.

But,
the common denominator across all these groups is:

they are matter-of-fact and literal.
They live day to day;
they have trouble dealing with
authority
and that may be
because many of their parents
yielded it abusively.

---^---
They don't like me
all that much.
I didn't have kids this time around.
Instead, I was and still am
the nerd you kind of liked but also kind of hated
because
I didn't ever turn around and say to you
"why the hell did you do that?  That was really stupid!"
NO
I just refused
to participate.
I have done
my own thing.
I suppose some
would think me a snob;
others,
after they get to know me
just come to see
I'm actually very nice
and always honest.

Well, why not?

What the hell?

I'm 424 - going on 425
years old, and
it just doesn't make sense to
alienate
all the people around me.
I've seen you all
so many times before;
you just keep coming back
and you don't remember
a damned thing about what you did
the last time you were here.

(Many of you look at me with that vague
mist of remembrance
and say:
"wow, I know you from somewhere!"
but generally
you don't remember
who you were.
You were a girl.
You were a king.
You were black.
You were a slave.

You put yourself
in those roles
because you knew
it would teach you something.

The problem is: most of you
didn't learn it the last time around;
you never attained that identity;
you went to your grave denying
you were a girl
or a slave
or a black man
or a muslim
or a christian
or a jew,
and therefore,
the thing you were the last time around --
the thing you never were able to see --
is the thing you hate the most
today.

So the challenge of this lifetime
is double:

Gain the knowledge you didn't gain in your last life
(ie: OK, that black man could have been me 100 years ago)
and gain it
in the body you chose for
This Life.

Learn to be honest
and frank
with yourself.
Learn
from Makropoulos
who is the most honest
person you will ever meet.

That's right,
I'm past my gripes with you -- we
dealt with them a century
or two
ago,
and now I just want us all
to get on with it.

There are only a few; indeed,
a very select few I
haven't met in all
my decades; and those are the ones
I am supposed to meet.
Not just one, mind you, but the ones,
the ones who are like me,
like CricketSong.

We're here looking for each other
because
we are the pillars
of the next generation of humanity.
Our words will be preserved
into the future, and
humans -- in whatever form
they take -- will say:

"well, hell, it's not like nobody told them."

********

We've had prophets before
who proved themselves
right; and we have prophets
right now, of equal magnitude,
and that is because
we are the same
prophets.
It's our cosmic fuckin' job.

  The funny thing about
the words of the prophets
(not those on the tenement halls, but especially
those on the internet)
is that they will last for an eternity.

Humankind, on the other hand,
is physical and will pass,
but
it is a Fact; humankind is God's
Creation, and it will
return
in some form or another
until
it gets it right.

(What is it to get it right?
To get it right is to reflect back to God
Her Image,
unflawed and as perfect
as an Image
can possibly be.)

(docarzt 's interesting blog entry on Bentham )

The problem is:
if the revolving
Eye of God,
which loves to turn around  and survey
all its creation,
when it finally comes back to
that place where
it is looking directly as US,
well -- if it's not happy,
like it wasn't happy the last time it looked
(see the book of Genesis, chapters 6 - 9 : the story
of Noah)
well -- He kind of warned us
that the next total destruction
(that is, if She's pissed)
will be fire.

That's right -- fire --
He's moving through
the Elements,
folks:

 In His first Disappointment,
he used
Death by Earth:
ie: to be sent out of the
Garden of Eden and told
"Now it's ashes to ashes,
dust to dust
for you"
is, fundamentally,
Death by Earth.

The flood was
Death by Water.

The next threat on God's agenda is
Fire.
(check out the Book of Revelation
for that one)

( picsdigger )

Therefore,

we  have two choices
more or less,
assuming the majority of us don't want
Death By Fire.
There may be enough among us who do,
and given that,
we'll get it, but
some will live on
to carry the burden of our errors;
to reproduce
exponentially until
all the souls who have yet to get it right
have hand another change.
We
will have to learn to live in the askes
as they wait an eternity for God's
Eye to come around again.

And I would have to keep coming back, dammit.

ANYWAY>
so that's what happens if we do nothing.

However,
we could  do a really good job of remembering what the hell
we did wrong and fix it, quickly, and then,
 well, one of two things would happen:

a.  If, say, 90% of the world was being good
and 10% or so were still raising hell, well
She (I mean God) might decide to be 
light on us.
We might get off with Death by Air,

or

She might give us a little more time,
just a little more,
and then check on us again
a little sooner
 (God is, after all, a just God, and a forgiving God)

or

b.  If we were ALL good,
when the Eye of God
is suddently facing us fully
again,
well, then,
 God would see His Creation,
that reflection of Herself
in all its Perfection,
which is what
He wanted
all along.

And, well,

God would look at Her creation and
finally see Himself, and
finally find that He
could Love Herself
or at least Their Own Likeness,

which is Us.

God is Love:
He keeps insisting;
why can't we give Him
what She wants to see?

> > > > > > > > 

The good thing about Generation Z
is that it is wise enough
to be willing to at least try Love once --
and if they find Love 
to be Good,
they'll stay in it.

It's their parents
who will be the ones doomed
to another turn 
on the dance floor of time;
and it could be a very long time
in fire
if we're not careful.


Ah.  So.

So I'm teaching 

Footfalls

and wondering:

". . . will I ever be done
revolving it all
in my poor mind. . . . 

it all.


it all.