The Rosetta Stone Cellphone had been Set to Vibrate

Reflections in a Petri Dish — Feb 15, 2018

Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Ah… my goodness… three weeks and counting; tap… tap… (sigh) all over again… haven’t been able to write, well… yeah I could write, I just didn’t feel like it. I wasn’t down. I wasn’t up. I was sideways with a bullet. I was flotsam in the doldrums of the Horse Latitudes, down there in the sacral plexus of the tailbone of the year. Maybe it was some kind of a refresher course, a rebooting of the system, a metaphysical colon cleanse. I don’t know what it is or was. I had written something. I’ve no desire to go back and see what it contained; moving right along. I had heard from literally no one for a few weeks and I thought that was fitting. Then in the last week I am hearing from people all over. In some ways it seems as if everyone was in some form of where I was.
I have been clinically depressed through my whole life. I tried anti-depressants. I tried the drugs that actually work, meaning they are most likely illegal and they did work but the shadow of Kafka is always lurking in the underbrush. Now my doctor has put me on a new anti and before everyone goes off on me, this is a new kind of Isomer and seems to be user friendly… so far. I don’t suffer from the depression the way most people do. I have my art and my outlets and I must say… my life was often worse than any depression so that was all to the good (grin).
I don’t want to get into some exhaustive soliloquy here. Whenever I think my life isn’t going as I would have liked it to, or has been a disappointment, given all the doors that have been closed to me, I don’t have to consider the matter for very long before I become aware of the awful suffering of so many others and for whom it is a daily affair. I got nothing to cry about. I still consider myself one of the luckiest men in the world. I have the ineffable and regardless of how little I understand all the workings at work, I get that indwelling presence thing and cannot imagine anything as profound and beautiful as that is. There is a fullness, a completeness and a totality of being that is the perfect example of what a gestalt is supposed to be. It’s one of those states of existence that nothing harmful or diminishing can touch.
Each of us is a story in development and at any point it can go in any direction but it usually goes in the direction of least resistance as it relates to the whim of the moment, given the material nature of the times in which we find ourselves or continue to be lost in translation. We are enveloped in an atmosphere of materialism and the Rosetta Stone, in the incomprehensible hieroglyphics of Beavis and Butthead is… the cellphone. plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose. The world doesn’t change. It appears to change and that is why appearances are our greatest hindrance in times of material darkness but… you’ve heard all of this from me before. You’ve heard it up and down and sideways with a bullet, forever after governed by an unpredictable ricochet.
Yes… I’ve been thinking, pondering, probing in all the nooks and crannies of my mysterious nature; we are all mysteries to ourselves. Sometimes we can see into the lives and intentions of others with an almost disturbing clarity but we cannot see into our own lives and intentions. Every intention seems to require a justification for operation. Otherwise we would only have the one intention that needs no justification and that is self inquiry and I have heard some variation of it echo in the words and teachings of all those whom I respect as having been true guides in this personal mystery of mine. I find it remarkable that so many people, separated by a great distance of time and place, language and personal experience, all say relatively the same thing. This is one reason I don’t get on my own case for repeating myself.
God repeats himself every day when the sun appears in the sky, which comes about through the Earth’s rotation and not because of the sun rising in the sky which is about, ‘appearances’ again. Day in and day out, the sun, author of all manifest existence, appears in the sky and whether clouds obscure it, or night dances in and out on either side of it, it is still there and even though it might appear exactly as it was the day before, it is not and that gradual and scarcely noticeable change accounts for the seasons and so much more. You could think of existence as being a changing room, where we are constantly changing our clothes but the body beneath it is the same, only the clothes have changed. Over time however, the body too changes and furthermore, the body conceals an even greater mystery and who knows what lies within or beyond that? One mystery, it seems, leads to another mystery and in the end, if there is one, it could well be that upon uncovering it, there is nothing there at all. It is true that the only important mystery is the one we carry around within us every day and is the reason why we are here in the first place. Our obsessions with everything else are simply the continuous distractions that are there to… to distract us. Everything else that we put our heart’s blood and our minds attention upon are a tragic waste of time and that is why it all ends in disappointment until some new fascination appears and off we go again!
These are some parts of what I have been thinking about in these recent days. Does anything I get up to mean anything at all? Then, out of the blue I get a dozen emails that tell me how really important it has been and given to me in the most precise and direct language possible. ‘Like it had eyes.’
Nothing is more real and profound than the ineffable and nothing is harder to comprehend; one might say, ‘impossible to comprehend.’ Somehow it does comprehend us and somehow, the understanding of the truth of this, communicates itself to us and assures us in a place deep within where no argument is possible. This is why I subscribe to the path of Bhakti. In times of material darkness, the potential for being led astray is commensurately great. We are not capable, on our own, of negotiating our way through and around the pitfalls and deceptions of appearances. Appearances are a lie. This is a truth that must be understood viscerally. It must become an automatic performing part of us. Along with this must come an unshakable awareness of our utter helplessness; unable to change the color of one hair on our head… knowing that we are blind, naked and dumb… and then some (grin).
I truly want to thank those of you who appeared in concert, serendipitously, to bring to my attention that regardless of appearances, the work we do together is important, despite the occasional, dump de dump da de dump de dump of life’s unrelenting sameness, of two steps forward and one step back, it sometimes seems to me that the capacity to endure is one of the most important qualities that anyone can possess, just as the most underrated quality is GRATITUDE. Perhaps gratitude to be able to endure is one of the finer tandems of them all.
Each night I lay in my bed and reflect upon my day and the days that came before, as well as the days that lie ahead. How many days lie ahead? What does it all mean? So many of you I will never meet in this life. I’ve tried to arrange some measure of this a time or two and failed in remarkable fashion. I tried to form a community of kindred souls while I was in Mexico and served to create nothing more than a continuing alienation that has not resolved itself until this day and it was all about seeking to avoid, at all costs, the guru label that so many, with cavalier attitude embrace, as if, all one has to do is to put on the outfit and automatically the role simply plays itself. In the process of seeking to deny what I am surely not fit for, because I have met those who are, I compounded the problem. Woe is me (grin)!
It is simple as it can possibly be my friends; god is real… seek god with all your heart and mind, strength and soul… “love the lord god with all thy heart and mind and with all thy strength and soul.” Following that it takes care of itself, so long as you persist in the performance of it. That is where faith enters into the equation. You have only to love god with all your might and this will agitate god in a positive way and God… who is real will respond to your passion. You will then be tested and tried to see if your passion is sincere… tried and tested is much like being tempered, the way the metal of a sword is tempered in fire. For us, as the sword of god, we are tempered in the fires of experience.
If I am here or not here, doesn’t matter. If I am here today and not tomorrow, doesn’t matter. God is here, today, yesterday and tomorrow and whatever may be real about you, is only an extension of god within you. Your job, your destiny, your calling and your salvation, whether you avail yourself of any of these options doesn’t change their presence or validity. If there is a building across the street and you don’t go into it, it doesn’t change the fact that the building is there. Everything that exists in this world is temporary and god alone has meaning and continuance. Don’t let religion, or the fact that there is more than one, or any of what is said about any of them or the unfortunate ends any of them are turned to by unfortunate and misinformed people, impact upon the inexpressible and incomprehensible truth and beauty of the ineffable whose love exists in a secret reservoir within you and which can be accessed through the heart and at the center of which the ineffable resides and be you fortunate, rules all the worlds that have ever been or will ever be from his eternal throne. In times of material darkness, the human heart is all too often made a habitation for demons, where the ineffable has been banished from it.
Everything that happens to us and whatever suffering may attend in the aftermath, we are the author of it. You can’t blame god. You can surely blame your misunderstanding and presumptions about God. Your suffering can depart in an instant, as soon as you place responsibility for everything into God’s hands. If that sounds like a contradiction well… what isn’t?
God is eager and so much more than that… to take upon himself every burden you bear. You must exercise your end of the contract. You have to reach out like Adam in the painting where God is reaching out and there is that tiny space between the reaching fingers which is the space occupied by faith.
I’ve said this all before and I will say it again until the means is no longer mine to perform. Let your suffering end today and the echos of whatever remains fade away into nothing. Let the master of all things be the master of your life. Believe this, practice faith, certitude and discrimination. Seek to act as a reasonable facsimile, inasmuch as imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. You have only to love and permit yourself to be formed into the shape of what is shaping you by the power of love so employed at this effort. My dear friends, beloved companions on this wonderful journey into light, you are loved deeply and eternally and all you have to do is love in return.
End Transmission…….

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