Dog Poet Transmitting.......
Cry Hamlet and let slip the dogs of Tofu.
Yesterday I had a radio broadcast with James Jancik at feet2fire radio. Since he needs to edit it and remove the extraneous, it may be a day or so to access but I will announce it here and at the comments when it is available. I mention it because in the process of doing it, I noticed some things about myself that may prove relevant to the rest of you or... some of the rest of you.
I found that all I wanted to talk about was the ineffable. Nothing else interests me, truthfully. I have a friend who drops by regular here. We watch movies and we talk and he said that the reason he likes to come around is because he can talk about the divine with me. He says that most people just have no interest in it, or have coined it in a way that it doesn't allow for the unhindered exchange of ideas because the ideas are more or less already formatted. He didn't say it like that but that is what he meant. The movies are just a cover for the conversation.
It seems to be the case however. I find myself in situations here, when I chose to go out, which is not often and... I haven't got anything to say when people bring up pedestrian topics. It's just chatter, no different than chipmunks or chickens, nattering on about those things that are of concern to them. This is not to say that these people are chipmunks or chickens. I'm only talking about the conversation and.. for all I know they are discussing the niceties of the philosophical dissections of Pascal and Descartes. Perhaps they are intellectual surgeons in that regard.
How is it that the most important topic in this, or any life, is considered of so little importance in the day to day? We bumble about like blind people in a whirlwind of magnetized dust, of which each charged particle, pings relentlessly off of those sensors that activate appetite and desire. It's a war for attention and a war of attrition, as the sensory realm competes with the spiritual, which exists in a cloud of unknowing.
These are the strangest of days. People are behaving either totally out of character, or their real character is being revealed. I don't know which of these it is but... time will tell and we shall see. My life hasn't been free of disappointment... hardly (grin) but I must say that some of the disappointments of recent times have been pretty dramatic. It is as if people are being given the opportunity to follow through and they merely pass through.
We often talk about phases and stages here; trends also. The more I withdraw from the clamor and glamour of it all, the more this cycling reveals itself. Often I don't know why things happen. Sometimes it seems that they happen just to see how much I can take and the more I tolerate it and rise above it, the more intensely it keeps on coming but as soon as I react and lose my balance over it, it backs off. The implication is that I can't win and it keeps coming until I lose and then it backs off; if that makes any sense. Lately though, it appears that I do know why it is happening. It is happening to impress upon me that I cannot rely on anyone or anything but the ineffable. In various ways this is a good thing because it permits me to step away from circumstances I was planning on involving myself in.
It keeps coming back to what I have been told ever since I got here. I keep being told that there is no reason for me to go out in pursuit of anything. I have only to be myself and be where I am and everything will come right to my door. I think this is the case with all of us but the elaborate strategies of the darkness, lure us continuously into lessons we would have preferred not to have learned the way we learned them. Afterwards, with the usual 20-20 hindsight we see this and we wonder, perplexed, why we didn't see it before. Why didn't we see it? It seems so obvious in the aftermath. Then again, there are all those times when one stepped into things and the most unpredictable and inexplicable events occurred and you end up standing there with a big bag of shit and then the bag of shit catches on fire. WTF?
I look back over recent years and I remember that I never intended for some of the things that happened to happen. They just happened and I got routed right into them, as if they were absolutely meant to happen. Sometimes I had another option and that was the option I would have preferred to pursue but access was closed off. Then I went through the misery of the routed option, only to find that afterwards, now... NOW... the original option was available. I'm left with the consoling comprehension that it's all routed and sometimes it's a bag of shit and sometimes its a bag of serendipitous wonder. Lately it has been the latter for me, in this drenched wonderland of deep beauty, seen and unseen, but felt... felt as an abiding certitude that all is well. That has not been the case with my interplay and exchanges with some others who, for reasons yet unknown, have set me up for disappointments. Luckily... I did not behave precipitously as I might have done in former times. These days... I wait and sometimes I think of that line from Milton's poem, “On his Blindness”; “they also serve, who only stand and wait.”
It is as if there is some kind of machine, like a fog machine and it vapes out a multicolored fog of replicating, rolodexing possibilities that are no more than fog; chimerical and whimsical, insubstantial as an early morning mist, burnt away by the rising sun. There's a bit of metaphysical truth. The cosmic, spiritual sun banishes both mist and darkness with its commanding light. Our physical sun is a symbol of the spiritual sun and ever so much more for its light is limitless. That spiritual sun is within us and the darkness and mist is our karma and attendant samskaras. It seems that when we are put through extreme and repetitive scenarios of seemingly pointless suffering, what is really happening is that the divine, in its great love for us, is accelerating the dispelling of our mist and darkness by putting us through as much as we can handle in terms of 'seemingly, adverse experiences. Naturally we presume that the universe is out to get us but nothing could be further from the truth;
“For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son whom he receiveth.
If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons; for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?
But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.
Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?
For they verily for a few days chastened us after their own pleasure; but he for our profit, that we might be partakers of his holiness.
Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.”
Well that seems pretty clear. But... then there is the matter of how we are made to appear to others, whose whole perspective of existence is controlled by appearances and the inflexible parameters of morality that they have been subconsciously suited up in like a straitjacket of conformity. All the while the conclusions they come to are based on hearsay and speculation. This is much the way that so many come to their interpretation of the composition of the ineffable. The ineffable can NEVER be comprehended or defined. The ineffable is and always will be beyond the understanding of the human mind and heart. The only way the ineffable can be known is from within. When the ineffable begins to become present within ones being (as a result of all that accelerated suffering and chaos) then... then one begins to get a glimmer of what the divine is but even then it falls so very far short of the reality. One becomes filled with Love, which is also limitless and it grows and grows and one is reduced to nothing before the awe of it and this is where the humility that one sees in all true aspirants and teachers comes from. Those who have met the almighty in any of the permutations are utterly humble and can never buy into their own BS again.
There is a reason that divine luminous wisdom is called divine luminous wisdom. One does not possess it unless one is possessed by the divine who brings it as an accessory to his increasing presence within. God is a light and that light is the light that illuminates everything that one encounters and interprets it as it really is. It is beyond reason and logic. It is a deep and penetrating, instantaneous awareness of the essence of whatever.
Without the presence and interest of the divine, you will not know and cannot know what is and what is not. Reliance on your own capacity is futile but it is what motivates 90% plus of the whole of humanity. Why is it that primitive cultures have an atavistic grasp of the ineffable? Why is it that simpletons and the mad get it? It is because the truth is like a seashell beyond the seas reach. In this case the sea would represent the confusion and complexity of the world and the seashell would represent that which made its way out of the sea and into the sanctuary of the divine. You cannot make your way out of that sea on your own. You must have the good offices of the divine as personified by one of his agents.
It does not matter what anyone else thinks of you. It only matters what the divine thinks of you and the divine goes out of his way to prove this and it does not matter if the whole world turns on you because the whole world only turns because of the will of the almighty. Everything can and does, sometimes, change in an instant. This is why one must develop absolute trust in the divine and that which we are put through is the means that brings us to that state. It might not make sense while you are going through all the changes to get there but it definitely makes sense once you get there.
It doesn't matter what you go through. It matters where you get to.
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
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Beamed from the Saucer Pod By Visible at 11:13
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