Smoking Mirrors — Nov 4, 2018
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
Greetings dear friends and welcome to this edition of Smoking Mirrors. These days I often find myself swept away by the force of internal changes brought about by adding nothing to my state of being but air and natural atmosphere; perhaps ‘supernatural atmosphere’ would be a more precise term.
Yesterday I composed a Visible Origami ♫with a little help from my invisible friends♫it contained the following paragraph,
“A little more than a hundred years ago, the pioneer culture met in time and space with the industrial culture. The Pioneer Culture built things to last and lived at a level of simplicity. Survival was the main concern, especially for those who lived in the West. Literature that lasted was intelligent and often contained moral lessons, whether it was Dostoevsky, Hugo, Dickens, Poe, Twain and others. There was plenty of yellow journalism and pulp garbage as well. Though there were scoundrels about, as is generally the case, there was a great deal of common decency and heroism as well. There are still enclaves of common decency around but you seldom hear about it. News has little meaning these days unless it is sensational, or agenda driven, as various interests compete against each other for supremacy and control of the information highway. This makes it possible for the ones in control to shape the appearance of the commonly shared presumption of what is real. These days, the media, entertainment and political news are all in the hands of a small minority of craven and grasping sociopaths.” And then?…
Immediately following that paragraph, I was suddenly caught up in a whirl of thoughts about love for the ineffable and completely forgot what I had originally intended to say; a hundred and twenty five years ago… a hundred and fifty years ago, the world was very different from what we know today. In what seems to me such a short time, compared to the time it previously took for the world to go through significant changes, the world has been altered beyond recognition. The startling consideration is how much it will change in the next twenty years, given how time appears to be speeding up. The force of technology upon the culture and the consciousness seems greater than our ability to control or adjust to it. The specter of Artificial Intelligence hovers on the horizon.
Materialism is relentlessly pandemic. People are caught up in it to the degree that nothing else has any meaning. It is as if they are dancing a mad tarantella, the source of which is unknown. The origin of tarantella is this; “The tarantella’s origin is connected with tarantism, a disease or form of hysteria that appeared in Italy in the 15th to the 17th century and that was obscurely associated with the bite of the tarantula spider; victims seemingly were cured by frenzied dancing.”
Materialism has made life extraordinarily easier than at any previous time of which we have any recorded memory. My research has indicated that there were most certainly cultures at a similar or even higher level in the unremembered past. What I do not know is why they are unremembered. What remnants there were might well be at the bottom of the sea. Theories abound and every now and again, someone claims to have found the location of Atlantis. It is said that their technology outdistanced their ability to control it. Their humanity did not keep pace with the destructive potential of their inventions. At this time, a significant portion of the population has lost control of their mind and put themselves at serious risk for both their bodies and their souls.
I was sitting on the porch of our house in Ocean City, New Jersey a couple of years ago. It was summer and all day people would be trekking back and forth from their homes to the beach. Some of them pulled LARGE wagons that were stacked as high as their heads with all sorts of paraphernalia for their comfort on the beach. Civilization is humanities reaction to pain. The objective of physical life is ever increasing comfort and insulation against suffering caused by the impact of external circumstances. Unfortunately this amplifies the internal suffering because it extends the separation between humanity and the divine, as well as to create an epidemic schizophrenia between the real and the imagined self. Down the road came a gaggle of teenage girls. They were texting on their cellphones, with no hands on the handle bars. At thirty miles an hour they blew through the intersection, not even looking up from the thumb-humping insanity that has possessed them as effectively as any entity from the infernal realm. We live in a time of mass possession. Mammon sits triumphant upon a throne of shiny objects, amidst the silent wail of tormented souls.
In pioneer times survival was the main concern. Times could be hard and people had to be resilient and self reliant. Those who endured were living proof that only the strong survive. I am here referring to what is often called, ‘intestinal fortitude’. Women suffered in the extreme and often perished from the perils of childbirth and being overworked. Some wore themselves to the bone. Diseases proliferated and there were few cures. However, cancer was rare. Today it is the engineered product of a conspiracy between the AMA and the Pharmaceutical combine. Cancer (upside down grin) is a ‘growth’ industry.
When I went to school, an hour of gym was required every day. Now there is often no gym. Due to bad diet there is a plague of obese children who are listless and without direction. The insane drive for comfort has turned humanity into jelly fish. Prayer in the classroom was a given. Now it is against the law. Sexual confusion and prepubescent manipulation is rampant and promoted. Few of those alive today would have survived a hundred and fifty years ago. There was a strong moral presence; even if, at times it was misguided. Now humanity is devolving. It is as if they seek to drop down to all fours and become like beasts. I do not feel that I am exaggerating. The exercise of appetite is the supreme objective. “Where there is no vision, the people perish.”
Seldom before has there been such a burning necessity, for those who are capable, to seek the light of the informing intelligence within. I have narrowly escaped a terrible fate myself by putting my trust in comestibles that set me spinning in a whirlpool, which I had mistaken for an upward spiral. Now… no matter what may come, my eyes are clear and my mind is anchored to the certitude of divine presence. Faith, certitude and determination. Seek with all your ability to acquire these. They are the gift of spirit freely given to the sincere.
The power of the ineffable is limitless. Limitless!!! It is expressed through us. God is invisible. He has no animated material presence except for us. He has no hands but ours and the same is true of the devil and his scratchable itch. To whose glorify or profit is the work of your hands given to? When you interact with anyone, see only the divine in their eyes. One invokes the force of their choice and profits or suffers accordingly. To pursue comfort is to guarantee the ministrations of a harsh taskmaster down the road. Every road leads somewhere, even if it leads into a trackless waste, that is where it led. Off in the distance you can see the dancing Fata Morgana Girls, spinning and whirling like demented Rockettes. You can lead a whore to culture but you can’t make her think (I suspect that is a play on words).
Now an interesting bit of trivia; Shakespeare used more Biblical quotes than any other playwright. Here’s just one example.
The whole of life is a game of hide and seek. Defining each of us as found or lost, depending on what we are seeking. It’s logical truth when proper Reason is employed. Everything in existence is an expression of the divine; materially every objects substance is manifested from God. Every force is an adaptation of the divine force because all force comes from the primary source, which is God. God composes everything out of himself, animates whatever is animated and is apart from it all as well. To seek God is discover the source of everything. To seek anything else is to be deceived by proxy. It can then be said that everyone is seeking for God, whether they know it or not.
The divine splinters himself into countless pieces for the purpose of a plane of experience on which the drama of life can be expressed for the purpose of demonstration. Following that, he sets about gathering all of the pieces back again. Ergo, God is searching for us at the same time as we are seeking God (should that be our intention). Why are we unable to more easily accomplish our pursuit? Because other things interpose themselves between us and the deity. A story is told about Radha interposing herself between the seeker and Krishna. However the main difficulty is that the divine is found internally. So long as you seek the ineffable outside yourself, no matter what direction you are moving in, you are moving in the wrong direction.
To find the ineffable within is to complete yourself. So long as you are incomplete, you will search for completion and find it nowhere, so you will be driven until you do find the ineffable, however long that takes. Seek the divine with the intensity of true love, where “success will be speedy for the energetic.”
Sooner or later, you will pass from this plane and your following destiny will be determined by the sum total of the evidence of your passage. Love God; “Thou shalt Love The Lord thy God with all your heart, with all your soul, with all your strength and with all your mind.” If you do ONLY THIS, you cannot fail. It may be difficult at the inception but it will become progressively easier with the force of habit. Eventually your discipline becomes stronger than all resistance and you can’t stop even if you want to and then, le piece de resistance; the divine takes over.
At any moment you could be gone so it behooves the determined soul to keep on keeping on.