You’ve wandered around on earth for long enough to develop a few questions.
You set out to find answers.
What’s the best you can hope for, and what is it that you want?
Well I’m guessing that at the core of your existence lies the age old question aching in your heart,
“Who am I ?”
Then the second most popular self afflicted trauma,
“WHY, am I ?”
Soon after, or hand in hand are questions like,
“What does it all mean?”
“What is love?” and
“Where is my soulmate?”
These are all very subjective motives but generally result in looking outside of oneself for answers, though in reality, they are within; and despite the fact that the asker is generally immature in the first place, he or she begins to ask questions when the entity hasn’t even had a chance to ‘get a clue’.
I’m going to use the word he from now on because it’s just easier to do, and also because though women go through similar self awareness issues, they are generally more in touch with themselves it would seem; and since I’m not a woman, I can only actually speak from the vantage of a male anyway.
( If you’re a woman and resent this, then it’s a pity, but I continue in this chapter to describe this very type of conjecture as unimportant and irrelevant to this or any other story. At best I use the words ‘he’ and ‘man’ as catchall titles for humanity, mankind, humankind, persons, people, civilization, society, and if you would prefer I use this entire train of words instead of ‘he’, I ask that you do your best to look beyond this, forgive my literary shortcomings and pay attention to the conversation instead of the sticking points.)
At the ripe old age of 18 or 20,
“What he is,”
hasn’t even had a chance to sprout.
“Why he is”
doesn’t exist yet, and
a question like
“What does it all mean ?”,
is relative, while
“ What is love?”
STILL hasn’t been fully answered,
and
“ Where is my soulmate?”
just doesn’t exist, or may as well not, since it’s pursuit is futile, it’s existence doubtful and it’s fruition a mere matter of blind faith, crossed karma and the finger of God. I say finger because it only takes a poke of mysterious force to cause things like ‘soulmates’ to find each other and God therefore doesn’t even need to flex his entire hand to make it happen – if at all.
But again, I suggest that the seeker is just jumping the gun by tackling issues that he may never find answers for, nor will he find what he’s really looking for in or during the pursuit of these answers for virtually his entire life. I say virtually because there is a chance that he may stumble upon himself in the process of looking at something else and slide into a new realm of realization while pursuing an other.
Either way, a young person with questions like these is more likely to get lost than found, and makes an easy prey for pretty much every charlatan, cult, salesman and guru under the sun.
Ah, we were all so trusting in those days of green,
and some of us were SO green that not only could we be spotted from the other side of the block, but I daresay some must have even glowed in the dark like luminescent light switches. We were too young to realize that we were walking targets, veritable life sources for any number of psychic leeches and maggots that seek out eager young zealots and feed on them, sometimes for life.
Was it Oscar Wilde who said,
“ Youth is wasted on the young” ?
It doesn’t matter who said it anyway, just dig the words, get the message and try to learn something from it, maybe draw a parallel, initiate another thought; use it as a springboard to a further (ongoing) realization.
But this very statement brings me to one of my main points.
If it matters to anyone who said “Youth is wasted on the young”
then you’re going to spend more time than it’s worth jumping out of your seat flailing your hand around in the air interjecting with the name of the person whom you believe really did say it, and either; get stuck in an argument with another who claims is was someone else, get a dose of self inflation and maybe more pride or arrogance than you or the point deserve, or, at worst, get into a fist fight with someone who is equally adamant that the statement was made by a person they claim; and either way; more time will be wasted on ego conflict than the issue deserves. Also, the conversation will have been thereby turned into a testosterone conflict, an ego contest, a power play, or a pointless competition and the thought train in question will have been completely diffused and lost in the melee of inter personal buttinskititus.
This interjective technique is, of course well known among politicians and lawyers who make a point of deliberately confusing and distracting an issue by throwing irrelevant unimportant argumentation into a conversation; which is consciously designed to lead the listener into the land of pointless and meaningless conflict, and thereby distract the focus away from the statement and make the distraction the topic.
The point is of course that these interjections don’t serve a whole lot more purpose than self aggrandizement or unnecessary nit picking, and an adult mind will at best graciously overlook an unimportant faux pas in a statement and continue following the conversation with the bigger more pertinent end in mind, while the adolescent mind will complain, argue, correct, interject, distract, and interrupt and ultimately serve no practical purpose at all, create no useful by product, and destroy the conversational flow because they just couldn’t let it go.
Oh I know that these wise guys just can’t help themselves, and don’t hesitate for one second to correct you and toss their two cents into the ring. They have to make it known that THEY are right, and that YOU are wrong, “so there!”. Insecure people just can’t sit still if they think you’ve said something incorrectly and will not rest until THEY have inflicted themselves into the conversation and made their unimportant point. Buttinski’s of course make it their life’s work to run around poking their noses into everything that’s going on to make sure that it’s all meeting their exacting standards of correctness and perfection, while in fact concealing their own inadequacies, fallibilities and ineptitudes by disguising themselves as ‘know it alls’.
Some people make it their life’s work to pedantically adhere to and enforce total correct compliance to facts and occupy their entire lives being wise guys, any, and everywhere they can; ingratiating themselves on the self impressive notion that they have a purpose on earth as correct police, and you’ll find them butting into conversations setting everyone straight where ever they find cause.
To these people I say,
“Get a LIFE !”
You suck the flow out of concepts and spit them out as a by product of a lost and bored ego.
You also miss the point entirely, and are unable in the slightest to share ideas with anyone who isn’t an encyclopedia of exactness as prescribed by YOU.
Either way, if you think that it matters; you’re missing the point entirely.
Oh, and by the way;
It DOESN’T !
This however brings me to another plateau, and helps to illustrate a point that I’ve been preparing to address for almost this entire work.
I shall summarize the ingredients to date to refresh the basis of this point.
Mankind crashed out of the jungle with a God or two in the guise of tree, rock, and animal spirit .
He became more sophisticated and eventually created mythology around new perceptions of Gods and Goddesses and these symbols were mankind’s closest integration of ‘heavenly’ powers with known earthly energies. I’m speaking of course about spiritual entities as found in ancient cultures like the Sumerian, Pagan, Egyptian and Greek Mythological versions of ‘religion’.
Into these systems came a series of newer interpretations, compilations and visions attributable to ‘special’ guys who had ‘special’ titles, but broken down to their similar elements, all contained the basic, sophisticated concepts which we use today as spiritual foundations for humanity, and most if not all had been originally formulated as local myths as realized in the earliest versions of myth ever found from the Sumerians in Mesopotamia.
That, is the Readers Digest version.
Religion has unfortunately become a basis for the deaths of millions and millions of people with no justifiable reason other than irrelevant posturing over meaningless adolescent argumentation and competition within a field which has started as one thing and been converted into an entirely different thing than it was initially intended to be, by mere virtue of religious egocentricity.
But that is the nature of man, and of religion.
He has set out to find himself, answer his inner questions and develop an understanding of powers beyond himself but ended up with a sword or a gun in his hand in some battlefield with the sole purpose of murdering his fellow human for irrelevant
‘religious’ reasons.
But that would never have been able to come to pass if the pious of days hadn’t been
‘out to lunch’ with their personal keeper of Wisdom and emissary of ‘the Faith’.
The young person has been influenced in his time of ignorance and hunger for knowledge, and been led by his naiveté and inexperience into a lair of control, manipulation, fantasy and pomposity beyond his capacity to understand nor supersede because of his lack of time and experience on earth.
The bearer of this ploy has represented himself as a benevolent guide, and in his hypnotized state has truly believed that he IS a benevolent guide, but the novice has been deceived from the very start into becoming a cog in a larger ploy which has become known as contemporary religion.
And this initiate will fight to the death over points of fact which in reality don’t mean squat.
“ My God is the ONLY God”
is an entirely relative ego problem, which has nothing what so ever to do with the honourable adherence to spiritual principles.
It’s as lost and off track as soccer fans rioting over a soccer game.
Yet somehow, a person who enjoys a little competitive sportsmanship becomes incensed with bloodlust and hypnotized by;
“ It wasn’t supposed to be a Game !” (remember “Rollerball”?)
How can a soccer fan of one team murder a soccer fan of another team after a game?
Insanity is the only answer, since there is not ONE justifiable reason for any man to murder any other man for any reason let alone because of a game.
A guy who gets murder on his mind at a soccer game is clearly a psychotic maniac, at least to an observer. But to a fellow fan, in the passion of group hysteria and demonic competitive possession these idiots have created destruction, murder and mayhem over a game !!
This is agonizingly clear to opera buffs, musicians and gardeners for instance who have never ONCE in the entire history of the world fought with each other over anything, let alone rioted and destroyed theatres or concert halls, killing people in the process.
One might say that it goes with the territory, and that the unconscious memories of civilization’s accumulated associations with games and sports arenas still carry the scars of Roman gladiatorial entertainment that had death as the central character for amusement.
But how then can I explain the atrocities committed in the name of ‘God’?
Actually, it’s the same principle.
The absurd postulates of greed and egocentric dominance.
Soccer players are better than opera singers.
Not true.
Christians are better than Jews.
Not true.
Muslims are better than Buddhists.
Not true.
Then how on earth do these guys get it into their heads that they are better, and therefore the other must die?
Well. Our young aspirant went to a spiritual guide in a moment of need and bought a bundle of goods that he didn’t need, but was told that he did by the person who sold them to him. It was a highly charged bundle, full of energy, words and fancy illusions, and our eager seeker abandoned his own inner knowledge, bought the whole bundle lock stock and barrel and adopted it as his own in the process. It had some information in it that might have helped him, but he became so engrossed and preoccupied with the long winded fanciful fairytales within that he forgot and lost sight of the original intention. He was looking for himself, and ended up finding someone else. I doing so, this someone else bumped his real self out of the way, and took over. Not everyone is completely vulnerable to this kind of take over. There are plenty of people who have enough accumulated life knowledge to not buy the whole store when all they wanted was a pencil; but still, there are plenty who are such suckers that they will buy the whole store, then go down the street and buy the next one too.
In other words, the simple man, who has reached out to a spiritual guide has not only accessed information that is NOT his, but he has also likely been sucked in so badly that he’ll defend his addiction and ‘cause celebre’ to a point of psychotic absurdity, and belabour endlessly and pointlessly the multitude of variables cited by said spiritual guide as if they are the only words ever spoken by anyone.
It just isn’t true.
All of the words of histories wise men are valuable, and NO one man is wiser or more Godly than any other. Some may find greater affinity with one wise man over another. That’s just fine. It does NOT mean that only ONE is true, and as soon as the argument begins over this fact, the entire premise goes out the door and the object becomes decimation of the others persons beliefs for the sake of retaining superiority in one’s own feeble mind. The wars of religions words are just that; pointless and meaningless arguments which are nothing to do with the meanings of the religions, since the religions are all intended to do the same thing; even though they rarely do because man turns them into power tools instead of learning tools, and exacts wars upon others because of them.
If you think it’s that the words contained in your religion, and the people who supposedly said them, are that important; then you’ve missed the point entirely.
So when a man who goes to war saying he’s doing God’s work, he is, in short, completely off his rocker and so out to lunch that he’s still at breakfast.
As hysterical soccer fans are clearly psychotic to opera buffs,
so too are warring religious zealots clearly psychotic to balanced individuals.
Warring psychotic religious zealots however cannot see outside of their box any more than hysterical soccer fans can, though the observer can see in and remark with pity and compassion for the idiocy they see, yet are not able to stop.
Such is the dilemma of man.
Such is the task we face.
Besides finding ourselves we are consigned with adjusting to a planet full of warring psychotic zealots who are mostly way off track, and entirely out of touch with themselves.
Some of the written words of wisdom are incredibly simple and direct, while others are so complicated that after two or three thousand years, their true meaning is still open to conjecture. Oh that’s just great ! Not only does a seeker end up replacing his own inner communication with that of the hijacker, but he ends up with parables, phrases and text that he can’t even understand.
For a basis of living that’s so dumb, there sure are a lot of people doing it!
Like Zorba said,
“God must really love stupid people,
He made SO many of them!”
Worse than those points is the fact that so many of these religiomatons will adamantly defend, argue and fight over these very issues even though for the most part they don’t even fully understand what they are.
If I could make it easy, and intercept the young seeker and just explain to him / her how and what to do, I would gladly do so for the rest of my days.
Unfortunately, Sunday school, religion in class, family groups and church services intercept the young seeker of self and feed him / her with these complex unintelligible lines of ancient myths long before the youth is even able to assimilate them with any of his own self knowledge, and evaluate them for relative importance.
The regeneration process is in full swing when it comes down to ancient myths, though if I had my druthers I believe that the Greek Gods would make far more interesting and understandable figures than most of the rest in contemporary usage.
That aside, let’s get down to the nitty gritty here.
What’s the best you can hope for.
Besides a long healthy life and world peace.
What’s the best you can hope to find after decades of living and learning.
If you’ve been able to sidestep the hijackers and addictions, you will be able to see more clearly that the popular fixations of money and possessions don’t lead you anywhere except into perpetual debt; a wonderful way of chaining a population to industry and economic gain for the purveyors of goods and controllers of populations.
To avoid this as a raison d’etre is a good start, but there’s GOT to be something more, NO?
Well, yes there is, but it’s not nearly as fancy nor as exciting as a new car.
It’s called inner peace.
When you can wake up and fully enjoy the sound of the birds in the trees, the aroma of the garden, the sound of the breeze whispering in the leaves, the piece of music echoing in your head and the creative adventure you have on your plate for the day;
YOU’RE THERE !
That’s IT !
When you look over in love at your doggies, your spouse and your family and just get warm and fuzzy inside;
THAT’S it !
You aren’t going to ever find anything or anyplace that will be as rewarding and fulfilling as the state of being that I mention. Pretty much everything else is a lesser, shallower, or more complex experience.
Strolling along a deserted beach at one with your past, your future, your present, your Gods and your self; content, at peace, feeling good, whistling or humming a little tune, forgetful of your ego, lost in the moment; you are at the pinnacle of a good life.
Don’t expect anything greater than this.
Your joy, your bliss, your happiness;
all dwell within the peace that you build for yourself; you, the singular entity in a body, the self in control of the self united with his earth.
That is as close to the ‘heaven’ as you’re ever going to get.
Nirvana ? The same.
It’s you.
YOU, happy in a simple peace, rich with the wealth of love, bliss and eternal fulfillment.
It's not some mystical glowing golden cloud way the heck up in space somewhere; overseen by some glowing bearded man wielding a wand or a staff of life;
it’s right here in your hand, as soon as you can drop all of the junk you’re carrying and get real.
If you think that winning the lottery is going to jettison your garbage from your head and propel you magically to the land of fruit and honey, (you poor thing) then you’d better ask the people who DID win the lottery.
If you think owning a huge mansion filled with gorgeous art and surrounded by acres of exotic flowering trees is going to be the answer to your needs; ask the heir to the Gucci legacy, (poor thing)
“I’d rather be miserable in a Rolls, than happy on a bicycle”
I know that most of you have owned an old car at some stage in your lives.
Remember how free you were?
YOU owned the car. You didn’t worry about it. If someone scratched it in a parking lot you kind of shrugged and forgot about it.
Ha! Then you got a new car.
Suddenly the car owned YOU.
You worried constantly.
“Who’s that lurking around my car?”
“That guy better not bump my car”
“Oh Man! Someone SCRATCHED IT!!.... that just ruined my day”
As kids we were completely convinced that as soon as we got a car, our life would be perfect and all of our problems would magically vanish into thin air.
The car would solve everything and love would just magically appear in the passenger’s seat.
Well, we got over that one eventually.
The lesson is still good though, as an illustration of the fallacies that we have had inbred into our psyches by the world around us. No one ever actually TOLD us that a car was the magic carpet to solve all of youth’s problems.
Somehow we just ‘got the message’.
It’s the same with God.
Getting God doesn’t solve any of life’s problems any more than getting a car did.
We just find ourselves with additional new ones.
Pity the seeker who swallows the whole tamale and goes out looking for ‘Heaven on Earth’ or the ‘
He (she) is destined for a life of fruitless disappointment.
All that he (she) can ever achieve will never be as good as ‘Heaven’ is supposed to be, and this alone will lead the unsuspecting seeker into a perpetual inadequacy and dissatisfaction with life on earth, and
( God forbid ) a lifetime preparing for and looking forward to day when death takes them to this other ‘better’ place.
Boy!
Talk about living in the future!
“I can hardly till I die so I can go to Heaven”
Give me a break.
“I'm unhappy; I know, I’ll pray more” thinks the eager seeker.
You may have seen them.
Starry eyed, vague, limp, dispassionate, lost in some daydream or other, chanting or mumbling some incoherent line, phrase or mantra or other.
Completely engrossed in a fantasy.
A popular fantasy no doubt, but so is “Star Wars”.
It doesn’t mean that a person can LIVE there;
( except at a Trekkie’s convention of course )
So who told you how to be happy?
No one.
One day, a myriad set of circumstance occurred and there you were;
Happy.
Who told you what food to enjoy?
No one.
There you were eating away and suddenly you realized,
“Hey ! I like this, give me some more of this, (please)”
Who told you what music to like?
No one.
There you were listening to something when voilá!
You were tapping your foot or nodding your head to the beat.
Who ever told you whom to love?
No one.
Strolling down the street one day minding your own business;
Wham!
There it was, all over you like a waterfall.
None of us have ever asked anyone how to do these things I mention, so why on earth would we think that we had to ask someone to tell us who we are, what to believe or how to live and be happy.
The people who want to control us have told us; and we believed them.
Who am I?
“Here, I’ll tell you, (let me just steal your inner voice and replace it with a perpetual doubt which will lead you back to my donation plate throughout Eternity)”
“It’s 10 p.m.; do you know where your space is?”
I look forward to hearing from you.
Peace Out,
Radical Priest,
Reverend Michael Valentine Goldsun
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