The Prophet is a Fool

 There are no prophets, because everyone is a prophet, 24/7, there is no escape.

And we are all receiving constant messages from every blade of grass to every homeless person camping out on the street.  Everything is the teacher.

Because of this, Jesus' act of washing the leper's feet touches on a deeper reality that cannot be conveyed by the moniker of "his or her holiness the  Dali L"     Because everyone wears than moniker.  Every thing has that moniker.  Even the word moniker has that moniker:-)   And if you think you are special, well, you are, but so is every one and every thing.  So go take whatever  title or entitlement you have, and go screw yourself, because you are God.

As such, the human condition is one of discrimination and separation from this unity.  Where the rubber hits the road is how we cut ourselves off from the divine because we do not want to feel the anguish of the homeless, or the senseless repetition of the TikTok marketplace.  And being overwhelmed with stuff hurts, and it hurts to have to say "NO."

To study the self is to forget the self.  And when you study the myriad of messages coming in you realize that you don't exist.  At least not in the way you think you do.  Then all the distinctions fade away, life, death, time, space, and you just float around all day in the cosmic blob.   

The Sun is God. Everyone can see that

 "The Sun is God.  Everyone can see that."  Or so C.J. Jung was told on his trip to America by the Native American Elder.    Without getting into the discussion of what God is, we are literally, metaphorically, energetically one with the Sun.  We revolve around it.  It controls our destiny.  So it has that going for it.

Then old C.J. is told that without the Elders belief the Sun would not rise.  And you can just feel the recoil in our Western Minds.  "That's not how it works.  With the advent of Science (emphasis on capitalizing the "S" intended), we "know" that the sun is just one of many stars in the universe.  We are on one of many planets that orbits the sun in ways and manners that can be mathematically  calculated.  Science has "evolved" humans past ancient superstitions and Sun worship.

So Western man no longer believes in the Sun.  And it continues to Rise.   And it is no longer a God.  But what about the continuing faith of the Native American Elder.  What are they preserving?  To this I only say, whether the Sun is alive or not, like Schroedinger's Cat, depends on perspective.  We underestimate, or better yet, do not understand what the human imagination actually is and what it can do.  Not in a casually sort of way, but in a way that points at something else.  The imagination can turn a God into a lifeless ball of burning hydrogen.  And take all the life out of the universe.

Back from Tuscon.  Seeing the end of my ancestors.

The Sausage Dog of all Religious Impulses

 Oh my goodness does this Theosophical podcast Guest Dimitri get my knickers all bunched up getting ready for this show.  I feel so much energy against the notion that you can petition the divine.  And that kind of prayer.  It just hurts thinking about it.  

At one level, I have the Jim Morrison reaction, "You CANNOT Petition the Lord with Prayer."  I mean Jesus H. Christ, what do you think, God runs a court of law?  And you file petitions to get the almighty to do stuff.   Another response, the Book of Job.  Job did everything right and God shits on him.  Over and over.  And then when Job complains, God reveals the Leviathan.  For you see, its not about Job, its not about our individual selves and what our individual selves want.  Its not about our human schemes and plans.  

At another level, we want the world to make sense.  To follow order and rules imposed by us.  Its totally understandable, because the alternative is kind of frightening, like...well....the Leviathan.   So we take the divine which is like this wild majestic mysterious Wolf, and through the process of thousands of years we domesticate this Wolf by feeding it and befriending it.  And over the thousands of years, the Wolf gradually evolves into the little sausage dogs that are always friendly, always do what you want (when they can understand what we want), and provide great companionship.  

Butt, Butt Butt, You CANNOT turn the Lord into a Weiner Dog.  No matter how hard you try.  Its not about you silly.

I Revel in the Ation

 Nature is not comfortable with straight lines.  Like the back of a cobra's head.  There is something magical and menacing about the triangle and the square.  The city block.  The book.  The cell phone you are holding.  The number.  The river is never the same place twice.  The number is constant.  The city block remains the same until the hurricane washes it back into the sea.

So there are "seven" stages of evolution.  This I have heard.  And am uncomfortable with.  Both the number and the concept of evolution.  And the person selling the books touting both.   I imagine my ancestors.  Am I more evolved than them?  Am I even more evolved than me as a fetus?   Assuming achieving unity is the sin quo non of spiritual pursuits are all these practices, earnestly striven for nothing more than the circular return to where we started?  And thus, as we live and age, are we not becoming more fragmented? 

Perhaps the most vivid "mystical" experiences are nothing more than a recapitulation of youthful memories and experiences?  

Sure, you can develop your ego, build your spiritual resume in a million different ways that people do.  Give a million lectures, write a million books celebrating spiritual evolution.  But i imagine my friend with down's syndrome who cannot write a coherent sentence "emptying" himelf and touching upon higher dimensional spaces than the most accomplished mystic.

There is no high expression of humanity, no low expression.  What we do, we do for the whole.  What we touch, we touch for the whole.  Where some parts of the unified organism expression may temporarily come into contact with the light, they will blend back into the mass for the next wave to come into the sunlight.

But who knows?  Who has given up the knowledge?  Who has manifested the sacred geometry of straight lines into their consciousness and become something else?  Who has cleared the portal for something different to emerge into this space?

Eckhart Tolle is no Meister Eckhart a/k/a If Meister Eckhart were alive today, he would not be a life coach.

Sometimes when I'm feeling particularly mischievous (which is always, of course), I want to purge all life coaches in a particularly painful way.  I should stop being so hard on them though.  After all, everybody has to make a living in our society.  And some paths are unregulated and require no training.  But hey, they are following their own intuition.  Divine source told them so.  And they have a ten week online course you can sign up for to develop your own intuitive skills.  

Well I am now channeling Meister Eckhart.  Meister Eckhart is a little miffed (I'm not sure how he is saying miffed in German, but these details he tells me are not important) about life coaches.  He is telling me things like the divine will or the God-head is ultimately hidden and unknowable.  Its fucking beyond our reach.  And to reduce divine nature to "my" intuition spirit family cosmic family tribe telling me thus and so is bullshit.  

And then I went out to the forest with the Meister (he sometimes lets me call him Burger Meister Meister Burger).  And Meister said, "look all around you.  Everything, every leaf, every tree, every blade of grass is a manifestation of the divine. Everything is the Way.  Everything is God.  Even the life coaches getting little voices telling them to do thus and so are manifestations of the divine.  Its all good.  And its all beyond you Kokal.  In fact it isn't even about you.  Its about bigger things you will never understand.  And if you want to get all bent out of shape about life coaches, even that is a manifestation of the divine." 

And then he looked at me very seriously, as only a medieval monk could do.   And he expressed displeasure about even using the phrase "manifestation of the divine".    He took out his version of the Bible which was in Latin (which I could now read because my spirit guides were helping me) and read to me the book of Job.  And he told me that that the leviathan is the manifestation of the divine, not some prepackaged consumer good "manifestation" just waiting for you to consume on your spiritual path.   And when you see the divine and actually hear the divine you are lucky if all you do is poop in your lederhosen.  

By the way, I was going to file a lawsuit on behalf of Buddhists everywhere claiming that Eckhart Tolle wrongfully appropriated Buddhist writings as his own ideas.  Something like copyright infringement.  But the Buddhists said it was ok, they didn't want to sue because the writings were not theirs to begin with as they do not exist anyway.  

ZZZZZZ

Look at the Finger Pointing at the Moon

 Find the experience not connected to the thought or intention of the mind, something that arises up from somewhere else.  Rest in that.  Go into that.  Its a separate life form.  😃😃

Meditate on the sensations of words.  Bring to the mind a word or thought.  Like love, healing, extra-dimensional, grounded, heart-centered, or whatever comes to mind.  And see where the word takes you.  Or what it does to your body.  What is your relationship to that word?  The word, after all, is kind of empty, but the experience with the word is where the magic occurs.  

If all else fails, you can have a dream.  Like I did last night.  Something about Steve Garvey and Steve Garvey's wife in Quincy, Illinois.  The wife was attractive, I think.  And Steve had hairy forearms.  I wonder if he still does.  And there was some kind of magical ceremony going on down by the river, I seem to recall.