henrymakow.com – Sept 23, 2020
The most painful thing about dying is not having lived.
Like the narrow stem on a funnel, the mind strangles the soul, Consciousness (God) fills our soul but the mind reduces Divine Truth to a trickle. We are asleep.
When they work, cannabis edibles break off the base and allow Divine Truth (Reality) to fill our being.
by Henry Makow PhD
So far so good.
Last night I got high and Divine Consciousness flowed into my being.
I vowed that I would not allow another day to be blighted by the vicissitudes of the stock market. I would not consult the market until the last half-hour.
I am a sinner. I have enough money yet I have devoted too much time and energy to nursing it.
This when I should not be distracted. Civilization is teetering at the brink. This is my definition of sin, for me at least. I am deeply ashamed that I was playing the market while Humanity is being handed over to Satan. Satan had a grip on my soul.
Thanks to cannabis turning on the light, I am confident I can vastly improve my life.
So far so good. It’s 1.30 p.m. and I have not looked at the market. I am calm and collected for a change.
“No man can serve two masters… Ye cannot serve God and mammon.” Matthew 6:24
Money is supposed to provide “security” but in fact, the more some people have, the more insecure they are. As Samuel Butler said, enough is always a little more than one has. The wolf is always “at the door.” Poverty is a state of mind.
I wanted the benefits of change without making the effort to actually change. From now on, I will live a dedicated life. I will always live in the eye of God. I will serve God not mammon.
It’s much easier to change oneself than to change the world. We cannot hear God if we do not listen.
A God-forsaken species, we must return to Reality or perish.
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With ya Henry! After a lifetime of dealing with BS obsessions, (latest being anti-Trump, antifa,blm, fake pandemic… ) time to throw myself on the mercy of the court of public opinion
and admit, I too am a sinner, I’ve not only eaten, but I did inhale! Strangely,admitting this doesn’t make me feel any better…
Henry Makow brings to mind “Better late than never.” A timely, if also timeless, post, Henry’s words resonated with bothersome thoughts surfacing to conscious mind more often now than even a year ago. Physically, I perceive the process of aging accelerating, like a long-distance runner approaching the finish line, gearing up for a sprint. My race, I understand, has neared its end. Double entendre, I regret to note.
Unlike Phil Oaks, who sung it in reverse, half a century ago, more than a quarter century high, The Firesign Theater quipped, “You have to start early if you want to stick it out.” Surely a triple entendre….
“Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s been so long since my last confession, so many sins, I can’t think of a single one to tell you. Three Hail Mary’s, Father? One out of three, resulting in a touchdown, we’re home, winners! You do root for the Saints, right?”
Better a bit late than a breathless death-bed confession, full of regrets, em-bare-assing moments recalled for one very last time, longing for just one more round, one more game to even things up, forever — AND one more adventure in and as ONENESS!! ONE for the that long and winding road that goes on forever!
For every season and for each person, “there comes a time” (Neil Young). A “reach out” from GOD, the soul indeed can get lost in Mind (cf. Yogi Bhajan, “The Mind”, well worth the time to read and ponder). YB would say that, in the Beginning, GOD wanted to experience SELF in Creation. Getting lost, dismayed, CON-fused, entangled and enmeshed, even BURIED — all a cosmic experience for each and every soul so inclined. Some come but to dip a toe in cold spring water, a calm glistening surface reflective of SELF, which can suffice as a fair return on investment (ROI). In that, Narcissus got a bum rap, which I hope to remedy before my own passing.
Others plunge into the endless forest, flinging dried bread crumbs to hungry ravens, playing Hide ‘n’ Seek with those charged with protecting and guiding adventuring souls back to the SOURCE OF ALL. Catch me if you can, comes the call muffled by undergrowth, overgrowth, and succulent apples hanging from low-hanging branches. All the better to have you with me, said the Serpent for the Nth time, hardly lacking for company….
Most won’t tell you, but I shall get the cat out of Schrodinger’s box on your behalf. The question posed: Dead or Alive? Cats reputedly have nine lives, which they expend quickly if fed canned food, some with a suspiciously and substantially similar brand name. Otherwise, numerically, the odds of DEAD cat vs. LIVE cat becomes food for Ponderosa-sized thoughts. A Western thing, meditation helps while away one’s time remaining, clean, white sheets covering one’s likely death-bed at the hospice, changed twice a day….The cat lives NOW, departs THEN.