Reflections in a Petri Dish — Feb 17, 2014
I am going to be giving a metaphysical talk with demonstrated techniques and a short musical performance in the next few weeks in Zurich at a hall. Please email me or comment if you are coming so we have an idea of scale. Thank you.
Dog Poet Transmitting…….
May your noses always be cold and wet.
In recent days, I have been the recipient of a certain form of sneering hate mail from someone who claims to know all about what happened in India. The imperious and self righteous presentation is a marvel to behold. Things like that always tickle me because of their transparency and how they reveal intent. It really is comical to see someone passing themselves off as a Christian and in possession of great self control, losing it while they tell you these things.
I get rabid screeds now and then, almost exclusively from anonymous and when they are not anonymous, as is the case with one Alan Jong, they retreat into anonymity soon after the initial foray. In that particular case he even started going after readers. He is a regular contributor to the septic quarantine area of the blogs.
I measured negative commentary against positive commentary not long ago and found that the percentage rate is about 1% or 1 for every 100 hundred comments; hardly worth mentioning really and it put it in perspective for me, so as to ease my mind about certain concerns. In any case I wouldn’t even mention this exchange, except for one very interesting feature. The person was very angry and in their anger betrayed a great deal more than they probably intended to. No doubt they are hoping I missed it but… I did not. It puts a whole new light on what happened and clears up my confusion about certain things because, as much as it appeared scripted to me, and as much as it tied in with the appearance of a conspiracy with another commenter, my assessment didn’t feel right. I wasn’t 100% about it all in hindsight.
Now the missing pieces of the puzzle have been provided. Apparently the principal player in all of this (besides me) was being overwhelmed by India and couldn’t deal with it. It seems it was freaking him out and I, harsh and unfeeling as most of the readers know me to be; did I mention stiff necked and self absorbed? No, well let’s put that in too. I did not provide a shoulder for this person to lean on and so THAT is why I was responsible for the whole affair. I probably should have read that blog entry. I might have learned something; not that that was in there, apparently, but… there could have been indications. The unfortunate flaw in this argument is that I was totally unaware that this was happening, as nothing was ever said to me. Regardless, it explains a great deal.
I myself was pretty overwhelmed by the experience of being there and that was why I was insulating myself with regular rations of beer, which did the job nicely. I’m bringing this up, not to beat a dead horse but to show that the truth will out and it usually winds up being something other than what the players were led to believe, most of the time. The more I think about it the more this seems very likely to be true because I also had a lot of energy swirling around me at the time and when the 300 year old guru announced to his followers that I was a God, that really set things off in a viral manner.
The coconut telegraph in southern India is something else and it wasn’t more than two days later when my rickshaw driver started locking me in the apartment because death threats were being made against me for poaching on the established territory and picking grounds of others and I hadn’t even gotten donation one yet. I immediately bought a ticket home and split out of there. It was only later on that I realized I had been thinking I wouldn’t get out of there alive and for more than a week, after I got home, every morning when I woke up, I thought I was still in India. That has to be one of the strangest trips I’ve been on. One day I’m dressed in blue jeans and hanging out in my apartment wondering what it all means and the next day, I’m draped in an ocher sheet with garlands of flowers around my neck and a dozen or more people are dancing around the apartment chanting some chant I hadn’t heard before, their hands raised over their heads like you see flamenco dancers do when they are clicking castanets (except they didn’t have any castanets) and the 300 year old guru is sitting there grinning like it’s all just fine and dandy.
I only tell this story because it happened. I don’t want to make people cringe and or put off threatened egos who can’t handle hearing certain things. I never bought into it for a minute because although I am not completely self aware, I am aware to a degree. People who know me personally outside of the blogs know that this sort of thing has happened to me a number of times and has been the cause of my leaving places that I actually liked living in. I’ve no explanation for any of it but the fact that it has happened more than several times is not a matter for dispute. The ineffable is no doubt entertaining himself with this because not only am I unprepared for something like this, I’m unqualified too.
Another thing this very scornful and angry fellow said was that it was the same thing I did to GurneyGob, showing no compassion. It gave the impression that something had happened to GurneyGob (a long time reader here). If something did happen to him I didn’t hear about it and… he hasn’t been around for awhile. If anyone should know anything about this, I would appreciate hearing because he and I are friends, inasmuch as one can be friends with someone in a virtual way, without having ever actually met them.
I suffer from a certain disadvantage in the job I do here and that is keeping track of everything. Not a day goes by when I don’t receive a dozen links by email, or get invited to go to one web site or another to hear something, or am sent something to read that a reader felt was important and I am not equipped to manage all of this. Guaranteed, some readers get offended when they don’t hear back from me about something because from their perspective, it’s just a simple email exchange. From my side of the equation, it’s part of a complex switching board kind of thing that also involves various projects going on, besides the daily output and also including my trying to put my affairs into order prior to migrating… where exactly? I don’t have a secretary, a dogsbody, a Hobson or any of those things. I do have an elf, thank god. There’s just me. A friend was recently on the radio and sent me an invite to come and hear it and I still haven’t gotten around to it, nor has she heard back from me and I’m aware of it when it bobs up to the surface, generally when I am right in the middle of something else. Except for brief moments where I go to the bathroom, or I eat my one meal a day, or I shoot off to the store for something, or I do my daily form of gigong, maybe play the guitar or try to record; which I haven’t been able to do for almost a week now because of everything else. Except for those things. I’m at this desk from between 7 and 9 in the morning until 12 to 2 at night, most of the time.
I’m not crying or whining about this. I enjoy it most days. It keeps me young and active. It’s fulfilling, when I’m not dodging slander, or enjoying one of the ineffable’s practical jokes on me, which happen more than you might think. There’s an arcane, call it Hermetic, saying, which goes; paraphrasing here; “I look at every single event in my life, no matter how seemingly insignificant, as a special dealing of the ineffable with my soul.” If you do this you are going to be the beneficiary of some surprising revelations. You’ll also have access, eventually to, “future view”. Future View is kind of like “Broad Daylight Awareness”, except it’s different. This brings me to a declaration which is common knowledge to initiates, certain mystics, sages and other similar types and that is that we are all Gods in the making. The Mormon teachings cover this and you’ve probably heard, “every man and woman is a star” Future View grants the ability to see things pending. It also spares you projecting things which may come true at another time as being already true. A lot of people who take themselves too seriously, or are premature about their eventual status, meet their downfall because of this. There are some things you can show up not completely prepared for. That is not one of them.
The quickest route to actualizing this truth in one’s own life is by going about your daily affairs as if you were an operating extension of the ineffable. You try to act like and talk like him/her. Of course, the potential problem here is that not being actualized, we don’t know exactly how a direct extension of the ineffable acts and behaves and if we are too secure about thinking we do know, we will become a lesson for others. What one has to do is to believe that once engaged in this practice that the ineffable, noting your sincerity and overall intentions, will inspire you as to the correct speech and behavior and this does not mean some permutation of shining teeth, smiling, new age sweetness and light. I’ve heard bona fide saints go off on people and I’ve heard the ineffable use salty language and make comments most would consider improper and unsuitable for such an august and incomprehensible personage. One might consider here that it is foolish to make any kind of move in this direction without sincerity and clear intention.
We cannot comprehend the personality of the ineffable, the essence of the ineffable, or the dimensions of the ineffable, so we might as well quit trying. There is no way we are ever going to comprehend the ineffable, not even a little bit, comparatively speaking, but what we can do, what we should do, is comprehend ourselves because… once we do, we will comprehend the ineffable to the degree of our personal capacity, even if all that amounts to is a shuddering awe. Not all of us have the same capacity. The ineffable is NOT politically correct. Some of us have and will always have, a deeper reservoir. Some of us will always be a better fighter, guitar player, violinist and tap dancer. You name it, someone is the capo de tuti capi of tutti fruitti of whatever. You are the capo de tuti capi of the tutti fruitti of something, you just don’t know what that is yet. How you find your God Gig is in the process of self discovery and that is why everything else you may engage in otherwise, is either completely unimportant or secondary at best. The more you discover of yourself, the more Renaissance Capable you become and the more valuable you are to the operation of the cosmos. This doesn’t mean you are ultimately more important or that the ineffable loves you more than anyone else, what it means is that you are critical to the process. This is a good thing; to be critical to the process and what that means is you are useful. There is no more certain guarantee of immortality and all that attends it than being useful.
When you behave badly you diminish your sense of self worth. When you inflate yourself, or believe your own press, you diminish yourself. When you go contrary to your own intrinsic values, you devalue yourself.. When you pursue wealth, you impoverish yourself. When you pursue fame you embarrass yourself. When you pursue power, you weaken yourself. These are all certain follow-ups from the original point of departure.
When we are exhorted to “know thyself”, to engage in self inquiry, it is so that we can discover the marvels within. You must think of the subconscious as a vast ocean, in which many a sunken treasure chest lies buried in the depths. A properly programmed subconscious, is the cradle of divinity and the means of programming it is readily at hand and there are even varieties of techniques to suit personal preference. We are already rich, powerful and famous beyond our dreams, unfortunately we are still dreaming. These treasures are revealed in the process of awakening. Awakening can be consciously brought about and the means by which are already known to you. It’s only the due diligence that might be missing.
Last night’s radio broadcast is now up; my apologies for talking so fast. There was too much information for the time window (grin). I’ll work on that in the future.
The Sacred and The Profane – The Album
Visible sings: ♫ Gone Too Far in Front ♫