mantra

                                           

Every day                                                    

        

                                                           is

Another day

                                                            to

practice

                             being happy.

To be it

                                                          despite

the hurt;

                                                          to smile

through the fog

                                                           to love

through the apathy

                                                          until

You can do it

                                                           everyday

                                 without a hitch.

                                    Today is

                                  another day to

                                    practice

                                  being happy.

                                  being happy.

                                  being happy.

                                  being happy.

                                  being happy.

Chalice

( gath )

If the body is a chalice

and the breath we breath

produces

the bloody wine

that fills it --

we are each 

              potential Jesus

the living bread.

Fear not,

             we

need not

          eat

each other

                   only BE

Jesus-like:

act as 

Jesus would act

if he were suddenly beamed to Earth

in nearly 2012

Everybody:

Be

the living sacrament, and then

No One

will be required to be

a sacrifice

again.

( beautifulflowerpictures )

Lost in Space: Paradigm Shift:2012 (or thereabouts)

The human race, 

lost in space:

this is who we are

gripping tight

this wretched rock

we've traveled pretty far.

FULL CIRCLE

( copernicus )

It was shocking when Copernicus

moved the center to the sun;

the earth-moving truth

caused much despair

for a century or two

but eventually brought

intellectual breakthrough.

That is called paradigm shift 

(I've spoken of this before)

We're in another one,

now.

( nationalgeographic )

But this one is more

belittling,

more

difficult to digest

than coming to terms with the structure

of our own solar system.

At least the Copernican

shift

kept us somewhat central.

At least it

kept us in observable

space;

but this new shift,

well,

it asks us to perceive ourselves

in relation to

infinity:

in relation to

what's beyond the horizon,

lying hidden

under the under

belly of all being.

We're here,

at the brink of that understanding,

of being able to perceive

infinitely.

( thegodguy  *If you can make any sense
out of my collective rambling entries,
check out this guy's blog)

It's not half as scary as it sounds.

We merely need

to discard our conception

of time,

and with it

anything else that is

denominational.

( schoolloansblog )

Because once we've seen infinity,

we don't need to count

anymore.

Full Moon Coming (channelling)

( tracyastrosalon )

Full Moon Coming,

I can feel it in my bones;

I can hear it in the way they crack,

and the struggle in my brain

to keep me on the right track,

the track that I've defined

to keep me clear in vision

and balanced in my mind.

The week is slightly nutty,

and things just won't make sense;

but keep your vision clear

and the moon can be your friend.

The moon amplifies whatever state

of mind you're in when it is full,

so it's best to not be down,

smile at the day, even if

the smile's  a toil; 

that smile will soon

become a laugh

about the time that moon

reaches full.

( longislandpress - follow this link for news

about the lunar eclipse this Wednesday! )

Two Parts (a channelling)

(well, about a week ago,

or less,

Makropoulos said she was done

with channelling,

and crazy convoluted entries.

Well, she lied.)

( noaa )

The sun and the material world (earth, moon, etc.)

are two parts of a whole

                  a hole whole

two parts have we

                       a yes and a no

two parts, equally:

the burning and the devouring,

the exploding and the imploding

the male and the female

are two parts of a whole,

                    a hole whole.

like

The sun and the material world.

( aerospaceguide )

The sun that we see

is the shimmering burning edges

of immortality;

it is the tearing tearing exit from

the void 

out of which we were produced;

the sun is the last thing

we saw when we

aborted, when we were propelled forth

from the womb of the

eternal,

when the 

whole

produced a hole

in which we were born --

we, being the substantial essence

of the whole that is both nothing

and all.

The sun and the material world

(earth, moon, etc.)

are two parts of a whole

a hole whole,

two parts have we

a yes and a no:

two parts, equally.

( mde-art )

Abe: A Channelling

( universitywaterloo )

So much is spinning inside
me, as I sit
so placid,
                knowing
that if I find happiness
in even the least happy
day,
I will be happy; in fact,
I will die happy
if I can find happiness
in even the most unhappy day.
That's why
it is wise to laugh at funerals,
much wiser than to sob,
because if you're laughing at a funeral,
you're sending that soul off
on wings of joy.

~ ~ ~

For how much longer
will we send souls off
on wings of tears,
or worse yet,
empty wings---
this is the pain produced by the terrorist.
                         The terrorist is he
who has made it his role
to act out the anger
produced by the collective pain of an abused people.

The terrorist who is murdered
is a martyr,
whether we like it or not,
because he was bold enough to act out
the agonized pain of his oppressed people.
No matter how evil his deeds,
some of his people will still applaud him
and laud him.

We can stop the cycle, and I'll tell you how --
stop oppressing Muslim people.

( universitywaterloo )

For how long has the world oppressed Muslims?
Their religion is as valid as any other; it is
the sister religion to Judaism & Christianity.

Surely,
they have killed;
they have hurt us
deeply.
But did you ever stop
to think about
how long we have abused and oppressed them, our brothers and sisters?
Though we say it rarely
our Books tell us that we
should think of our religions
as siblings, born of Abraham,
stemming from the two races
produced by he:
                the children of Isaac
                       and
               the children of Ismael.

And herein, my friends,
lies the core of the contention between
the three Abramic religions:

Who was there?  On that mountain top at the foot
of raging flames set by the father,
was it Isaac?
was it Ishmael?

Did it ever cross our minds to think
that it was both?
that they both stood there, and their weary sad father's command
was to burn them both:
that's what his Master,
the God of Abraham told him:
offer them both up to me
so I can see 
how much you love me.

?

Anyway,
so many of us are the distant offspring of
that nasty threesome:
Sarah, Abraham, and Hagar.

Some of us trace our dominant
roots to Sarah's womb,
and some
to Hagar's but
in general, we all have the same distant
paternal line:
Abe.

blogs.pitch


We're basically all
brothers and sisters,
distantly,
who fight, bitterly, because
once upon a time,
someone told the story wrong,
either purposefully or not,
and when they told it wrong,
there was only one son there.

Of course, if you're one of
Isaac's brood, you'd say
your dad was there,
thereby
pissing off your Uncle Ishmael's family
so much that they
start spreading the story that it was their father who was there.

But since no one else was there,
except Abe, Isaac, Ishmael,
a goat, and God,
well, no one could witness and amend.

So

I tell you now:  both the boys were there,
their knees trembling,
Isaac crying uncontrollably because
he was the younger,
oh such a sweet-faced boy
(he looked like his beautiful mother),
who knew that what his father was about
to do was horrible.
And his elder brother, too,
trembled but did not want to show
his little brother the fear
that gripped him.

They gripped each other,
knowing
that they both would die together in
the growing, devouring fire.
And their father, so singular
and certain.  It was his God
that commanded him.  Though
their mothers both had begged
him not to listen to that Voice.
But Abraham listened to his God,
who drove him
up that mountain.

That was how it happened, and those two boys knew
that they were dead,
hopelost,
embers.  They stared
into the fire and they knew it
was their grave, and they took
some comfort from that, that is

until their father fell
to his knees and heard
his God gain heart.
The goat bleated with the same
relief as the boys, when it
saw the burning flames --

the goat became the sacrifice, meat
for the raging God,
and the boys skipped down the moutain,
closer now than they had ever been before.

They were both saved,
by a God who loved them both,
loved them all.

Oh, Isaac surely
did some special things with his father
that Ishmael did not do;
Oh, Ishmael too
did some very special things with his father,
that Isaac did not do.

They both gave birth to nations.
It was in the writing
of the story
that the problem began.

That story held one of the earliest
blatant, premeditated
lies,
fictionalized to valorize
the teller,
and not the tale.

The tale
we've all participated in.
But the one brother,
the younger,
more frightened brother
wrote his side of
the story down first.  He
repeated it again and again
to his wide-eyed, naieve
gang of children.  Oh,
it was a great story,
and most of it was true,
except one minor detail.


Who was there.


Of course, if you and your brother or sister shared
the most horrifying and life confirming experience
of your lives together,
and your sibling told it and failed
to mention you were there, too,

wouldn't you be mad? 
Deeply hurt you'd be,
in the depths of your soul, because
you loved him so; so much
you loved him, you even
offered to die
if your father would only
let him live.

But it never came to that because
God is merciful and saved you both.

But he turned on you,
and told a lie,
and told it so well,
they believed him; I mean he was,
after all, the legitimate son,
and you were just the bastard.

But you were both there; I tell it right
right now.
Both of the "I"s spawned
by ol' Abe.

And you've been fighting ever since,
and it's time to stop,  because you,
the heirs of Isaac
have been tormenting the heirs of Ishmael
for too long.
This is why
we suffer terror.  His family is finally
striking back violently,
after centuries of being called
the evil, the profane,
the wrong, the insane,
the heirs of Ishmael
finally had enough.

It happens at every level of society:
in the family home,
in the clannish group,
in the extended clan,
in the racial nation,
in the human race:

we all mimic the rivalry of kin, both
witihin our ranks,
and between each other;
we all bear
and will continue to bear
the sins of our fathers
until
we can honestly acknowledge them
and forgive.


Forgive all.  Kill
no more; never
send another soul weeping to the heavens again.
From now on
only send every human souls with joy, the greatest
joy we can muster at the death of one
who shares with us the same
living, loving heritage
of humanity.

( dl.ket.org )

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.

 ( dailymail )

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)

weber.edu

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

boston.com

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:

nationalgeographic


. 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.

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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.

Monumental Time

(photo by Makropoulos)

We're living in a time

when everything that happens

is becoming legendary:

Winters,

Earthquakes,

and Tsunamis,

and Floods

and Tornados

and Wars

and Riots

and Terrorism

and Political Corruption

is almost at a level at which we can say

"it's never been like this, during all of recorded history"

even as we hope it doesn't get any worse.

We're living in a time warp,

a warp in which

one time encounters another,

and explosions

happen.

This type of time warp doesn't happen

all too often, and when it does

the events that occur

are monumental,

memorable,

repeatable.

Furthermore,

this is an oral time,

a time when what we speak

and what we produce images of as much as what we say,

has more resonance

than what we write.

We can tell the tale of what we saw and did

much faster than we can

write it.

What we write, too, is important,

but nobody really has the time 

to read. 

People only read when they have a vested interest

in knowing

what they cannot see

(because what we can see is oh

so fascinating.

Reading and thinking is hard work.

Reading and thinking is scholarship,
and should be the domain of just a few.)

This is an Age of Hyper-Realism,
and Age of Non-Fiction
and intense Avant Garde.

Those who are satisfied with Hallmark landscapes
are incredibly
unsatisfied now.

because we're living in a time
when everything that happens
is legendary
and in such an age as this
people die legendary deaths,
and spark legendary fires. . .

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for what it's worth,
I "channelled" this entry this afternoon;
it was only as I was typing it up
that someone called me and told me
that Osama Bin Laden 
is dead.

I pray for us all tonight
Every single one of us, both living
and dead.
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