God’s Not Dead, he’s merely hiding
Visible Origami – April 2, 2010
Dog Poet Deliquescing.......
Easter is coming; one of the more recent celebrations of the rising of the sun and the promise of light for some time continuing, at least until next Easter (grin). Someone took exception to my mention of the Sun as a demi-god but, (as he is manifest in a specific power as opposed to other powers), he would qualify as an important one; keeping in mind that our sun is just one of many. The great hero, Lord Rama is purportedly an offspring of Surya, the sun god and a sibling of that dynasty. Others will tell you it is all Krishna besporting himself in the various roles and I tend to be in agreement with that. It’s important to remember that there is only one god who is worshiped in all religions and who appears in all differentiations and specificities according to the task he has allotted himself.
Of course, Easter celebrates the resurrection of Jesus the Christ, also a sun god, just like Ra and so many others, differentiated for the benefit of varying cultures and times. We hear that Jesus died for our sins. This cosmic role play; this recurrent theme, is carried out into the unreachable distance of ancient antiquities... ♫it’s the real thing, in the back of your mind♫ Our major problem as self-perceived individuals is that we argue about seeming differences and this makes us presumptuous fools. We don’t know anything but we think we do. So, how come, I, who also know nothing, am disporting myself in this way? It’s my job, I think.
Think of God as a body with all of its parts (leaving out Osiris for the moment, grin) and think of each of the parts as being ruled by a particular deity and you are close to the truth. You can think of Buddha as the mind of god and Jesus Christ as the heart. There’s a lot more to it all and we’ll never get it all, which is nice, because we have eternity to play with it.
Some of us are attracted to God in the masculine and some to God as the feminine and some to God as the impersonal. They are all true. You have to locate the one you are happy with. They are all there.
All manifest life on Earth is made possible by The Sun. Without the sun, this world would be a cold, dead planet. Everything we eat is a product of the sun so... all of our food is frozen sunlight. Consider, “eat this for it is my body” and “drink this for it is my blood”... that would be sunlight. It is our minds that make the darkness and which cause us to dwell in darkness. We hide from the light and refuse to expose ourselves as we truly are. We adopt camouflage to blend in with the rest of us. When we were children we were what we are but we had to hide that when we grew up.
If I were to just drop everything I am doing and walk out of my door and announce that I am the son of God, I would be telling the truth and... ‘They’ would lock me up. I don’t care about that part of it; been there, done that; not the claiming to be the son of God thing but appearing as the same dangerous item. However, I am the son of God and so are any and all who claim their birthright and live accordingly. Then, accordingly each would receive the power commensurate with their station. We aren’t all equal. Don’t kid yourself. Those who say we are would be the people looking to make money from the confusion and chaos they would cause.
It’s a nice idea that we are all equal and we are all equal in the ultimate sense but... life is a spiral, not a circle. Think of life as a spiral staircase- I have said this many times before- with some below you in understanding and some above- and no matter how high you climb that will still apply. The golden rule of the spiral stairway is not to piss over the railing; as above, so below? (Grin)
Every year when Easter comes, certain aspiring souls who have reached the right level are invited to travel into that portion of the upper planes where the resurrection occurs once again. It happens every year.
I love Easter because it is the fulfillment of a promise. Easter and Diwali are my favorite moments in the coursing.
The Christed, the anointed one, is a station. It is a place of being and a state of relationship with the divine. In this particular condition, different from the many similar conditions, Jesus was the first of the fruits. This tree can and will bear many fruits and each will express the power of the divine into manifest life; “greater works than I have done, you will do because I go now unto my father”. Word! Well, he was the word the truth and the light wasn’t he? ...or was that ‘way’? He got the usual treatment too. However, there are quite some astonishing mysteries about actual suffering and the like which we won’t be elaborating on. The Divine looks after its own. You couldn’t have a better friend so... don’t you mind the booga booga that the world threatens you with. In my own small way I have seen the truth of this many times.
I love Jesus Christ, one of the greatest heroes to ever trod on this “sweet, swinging sphere”. Christianity though, has really messed up our view of sex. I happen to like sex in many of its permutations, so I go with a tradition that provides a more understanding latitude. This is not to say that I am engaged in common sexual practices at this juncture. I’m more arcane these days but... since I know that God is a serpent and that the snake in the grass is the very force that is raised up the spinal column to Godhood and the sheltering Cobrahood, I am inclined to view things differently than those who apportion off good and evil into separate spaces and..; the dictating of that is unfortunately under the control, most times, of those who routinely violate every moral stricture whenever they feel like it.
How can you obey rules that are constantly violated by those enforcing them? You can’t explain this to people. They must come to the place where they can see it for themselves and then they will know what real freedom is. Most of the time, real freedom is not the best thing for most people. They can’t handle it. They would either die of shock or excess. Right this moment, most people have no idea of how truly free they are, if they were to choose but... ah... that’s the scary part.
I can understand Horus looking for his father’s missing penis. I can understand the Saivite priests oiling up the Shiva lingam with butter. It’s about finding the power. In our physical bodies that is the instrument of the unrefined power and it’s got two ways to go; out and in. This brings up the humorous thought of ‘the old in and out’. It’s just so, actually.
Jesus on the cross is a sex act. It is the spirit informing matter of its presence. The piercing of the physical envelope joins the inner with the outer light. Some will cringe now and think that sounds like gay incest. These people have not studied the ancient ‘myths’ I suspect. It is an unfortunate feature of the uninspired mind that it can’t interpret analogy and metaphor. This is one of the reasons that you have to go mad to see truth and I speak from experience in this regard.
Some of us are haunted by what we have seen and this life can be a dreadful passage once the fascinations of the world are gone. It is the laboring against returning into the murk that is so tiring and oppressive; “do not return into that dark splendor”. The Christ is a true salvation from the bondage of the world but it was never easy... “do not go gentle into that dark night, rage, rage against the dying of the light”.
Poets and mystics know something that science will never teach, yet they meet at that point where the gulf of belief yawns; at that place where the leap of faith is required. That gulf could be so wide that it has no other side... or it could only be as wide as your fear. Happy Easter and I reprint my Easter poem for the occasion.
I Do Believe
In that essential stillness...
that quiet endless hour
preceding every dawn
of every day...
God breathes into the world of sleep
whatever power might be taken
that waking moment
in the warm falling rain of his grace...
In every year,
whenever the wheel has turned
into the place where it must turn again
for want of hope
or lack of faith...
God breathes once again
into the greater whole...
this soft malleable whiteness
this unformed essence of extraordinary love,
not yet fashioned with object
it awaits our cleansed and contrite heart.
awaits our innocence returned
awaits our renewing hope and certain will and impetus
that we might approach closer to the mark...
We have fallen back
upon the dying leaves...
upon the sidewalks of shouting cities
into the guttering run;
where flows the secret mind of our hidden deeds,
more times than we can
every morsel of food
every chance of redemption
every possibility of hope;
rests upon the bleeding power
that has bought and paid for every coming minute of the age...
Every twisted ugly thing
Every kindness unseen
every gentle thought
every whip hand falling
or whatever we may have turned it to...
all paid for by the living vision
of the one who dies
who is crucified
in the simultaneous instant of every act....
everything is permitted and fed
that we might, through the gift
of this unspeakably great thing
come to see how we might be....
and the certain possibility of that...
for every one of us
no matter how dark the way
how far afield...
is the 'ceaseless' intent
of the one left bleeding....
what freedom is
what love is
what peace is
we have no clue
only the yearning
and the road that leads us there...
Many have filled this void with words
Many heroes come
and seeming villains to meet them in their time
all sleeping now
in places deep and waiting...
but this one does not sleep
Is born anew in every breath
shines from each shining eye
cannot and will not forget
carries us past the trouble and regret.
In tongues forgotten he has come
to every race
in every time
dressed as everyone
always unknown and alone
this immeasurable gift
lays on the common ground
is tossed aside as worthless
is unseen among the items in the cart
grants us life where there would be none...
endless granted, giving life...
full and safe and perfect
I do believe....
God’s Not Dead
Last updated 04/04/2010