This is my new single that will be on my upcoming album. Enjoy!
This is my new single that will be on my upcoming album. Enjoy!
Life is just too amazing for words. I just bask in the glow of the light of love from above and below and all around. I’ve had a tough life, but I feel blessed with my struggle. It has been the tiny irritant that produced the marvelous pearl within my oyster of a life. Shucks, I am all open up and shining to the world. My pearl on display. What I thought was a disaster is now my highest grade.
I think Jesus was just a turned on hippie wandering through the Levantine desert looking for a little bit of resurrection. It doesn’t even matter if he existed, but he, or they or we exist. Jesus is the idea that we can become something beautiful in the midst of disaster. It’s possible old Ishoa (that’s how his name would have been pronounced in Aramaic, found some funky toadstools or some Acacia brew that had some of the magic messengers in them. Humans are quite intelligent beings, and we’ve been finding ways to get high for as long as, well, forever. Somebody got turned on, and they wrote a story. The word Gospel is derived from the roots of “good” and “spell” which means that it was a good story. It’s the story that matters. But stories like myths are vehicles for getting us to understand ourselves better.
When you have a shamanic journey or Joseph Campbellian Hero’s Quest kind of experience, you are usually lacking for words to explain what happened. You know that there was a big ass change, but you don’t really know how to communicate it to other sentient beings that you are bumping into on this rock. So you start to use metaphors. “Dude, my consciousness was totally liquidated with love and connection to other beings, and the visuals I got were that I was inside of a whale!! It was awesome!” “OK Jonah, we get it, you’re a psychonaut, now are you going to finish that hummus or what?!” [A stoned guy in the back of the room scribbles down a drawing of Jonah inside of a Whale after he puts down his cannabis pipe].
We’re all desperately trying to figure out how to use our own machinery. Well some of us are decidedly not trying, but most people are trying to figure out a better way. It’s all just configurations, and the switches must be thrown from the inside. You can’t just sit down next to a Buddha statue and think that the statue is going to flip the switch for you. That is what’s called Spiritual Materialism. Ultimately, you don’t need any of those Buddha statues or cool stories about whales or a guy walking on water. You need to develop the muscle within so that you can flip those switches yourself. It is a workout. You have to get in spiritual shape. Everyone has a level of spiritual fitness that is objective although we cannot measure it with scientific equipment at present. That might happen in the future when the Midichlorian Detector 5000 Galaxy Urge Level Nexus comes out (did it come out yet?), but until then we have to go on our internal sensors. There is something there. I know it. It is real.
Find your peace. Once you build up that spiritual muscle, you can tell a mountain to move, and it will kindly get out of the way. I use a system of BLACK MAGICK. (Buddha, Laozi, Abraham, Christ, Krishna, Meditation, Alchemy, Gratitude, Intuition, Compassion, Karma). But we all have our own systems. Get to know yourself, and above all believe in the unbelievable. You need to be able to radically re-envision your life. Throw off the shackles of “crazy” and “strange.” You have to go crazy to get sane in the modern world. This is not to say that there is no right or wrong or whatever, but you have to understand that you can put down the rules for a while and then maybe pick them back up. Unfortunately life is much messier than the blurbs in the social studies textbook you lugged around in the 7th grade made it out to be. But you have a magical computer inside yourself! Learn to use this magical device, and you will survive! Because you are a human, which is a magical being of limitless possibility.
Happy questing my fellow adventurers. I’ll meet you at Inner Space Camp.
So, for whatever reason, I was born with the “I know what I’m talking about!” gene, even though most of my life, I’ve said some pretty dumb things. My mom was also rather strong-headed. Also, my life has been rather peculiar, and I’ve been forced to sort of “go it alone.” I’m used to being called weird. I’m a 6’2″ transgender woman, wannabe Shaman, writer, composer, performer, poet with graduate level education who drinks cough syrup for fun. The thing is that I tried to be normal for a long ass time, and I just hated life. So at my third decade on this rock, I just said fuck it! and I trotted off into Weirdville and never looked back.
I suppose I’m going to be Major General I. Zation in this post, but meh, we’re all kind of judgmental; we’re human. I do practice Buddhism along with other doctrines, but I don’t think totally destroying your ego is the be-all end-all of philosophical decisions in life. It’s a balance. We’re all half Indra and half ant in this life.
So, I look around at America where I live, and my basic assumption is that about 90% of people don’t make decisions for themselves. They are fundamentally irresponsible individuals. Whatever, some people want that, but I think it has gotten to a toxic level. But what does it mean to be a responsible individual thinker? I’m just asserting my hypothesis here, but the way I see it is that every true original thought has to go all the way down. It has to have philosophical underpinnings so to speak. And this is not easy to most people especially in a country that actively tries to keep philosophy from people. And then when you go to the “philosophers,” they tend to be even more confusing, so people just stick to superficial memes or idea macros. They just get the frosting and not the cupcake. Most westerners sit in front of a TV for 4+ hours a day trying to figure out what they’re supposed to do. They wait for society to tell them what to do. Then, when they learn that they are supposed to LOVE Hot Pockets because “that commercial was so funny! And did you see they have tastations in them now?! I mean WOW!” It’s a form of self-hypnosis and self-delusion. You can survive that way, but you will need your options to be radically limited, and you will be addicted to being told what to do.
I’m very far from perfect in the always making great decisions department. I know that alcohol is very bad for me, and for the most part I’ve totally given it up, but sometimes I think “it can’t be that bad!” And then I go drink a little, and I suffer for it with depression and anxiety for a day or two. I am alcohol intolerant, but I still drink when I shouldn’t. I’ve only drank about 4 times in the last year, but it’s still too much. But I do try and work on making better decisions that more align with my system of philosophy. And I’m getting there. I have breakdowns and freakouts, but life is tough. If it was easy would we have materialized here? Probably not.
Gandhi said that “the end is inherent in the means.” How I interpret this is that when you perform an action (the means), you are implying a certain philosophical system. I do not believe that you can get away from philosophy. Most people say “philosophy?! I don’t need that!” But in saying that statement they are saying that critical thinking and systems of ideas and thought are unimportant. This is a basic philosophical position. Also, I believe that philosophy makes you a much stronger and more intellectually solid individual. Donald Trump could come up to you himself and say “You’re a stupidhead! Sad!” and if you know what you know all the way down, he is powerless and impotent.
I suppose I’m preaching to the choir here with this post, but writing helps me codify my own personal philosophy. Have a wonderful day my digital friends. 🙂
Sometimes when you’re going, striving
reaching for that just too long flower
there are voices in your head
that whisper different possible deaths
to what you’ve started
how you go
the feeling of this life’s long show
And so you go on knowing
that you’ve already fallen down
but failure is just imprecision
it’s the getting up that knows
When you see it in your heart
where only laughing jeerers taunt
you spread your arms in wise acceptance
and sit to sip of the godly font
I talk to God. Now, I’m not saying that I dial up a meeting on my google calendar and the big grey bearded one and I do a webex. No, that’s not what God is to me. And I use the word God as shorthand. It’s a pointer or placeholder. It references that thing which is larger than me, the all. I know that this thing exists for a variety of reasons, however, those reasons cannot be communicated at present with our current technology. Understand that language is technology, and our current language is woefully lacking in the ability to communicate extremely abstract and deep concepts. Someday, say if an MRI machine is scanning my brain, and it is able to make out an image that corresponds to something that is happening in reality, then science might be able to start proving God. Suffice to say it that my proof of God is in my head. That doesn’t mean it’s meaningless. My inner consciousness is incredibly important in my epistemological calculus of reality. But I can’t show you how all of these absolutely bizarre circumstances lined up oh so perfectly defying all logic. That’s my limitation. That’s fine.
But I still believe, because I have a mountain of evidence inside my rational brain as do other believers. I know I’m not alone.
Maybe you have never had any of these experiences. Maybe you never knocked at the door. I started knocking a long time ago. And now I know. Now, it’s so obvious to me that there is more than this world. To quote the ancient master Yoda: “luminous beings we are, not this crude matter.”
And because I believed before, even greater evidence came my way. Then I believed some more. Then even greater evidence came. Now, I have this throbbing third eye sphere in my forehead all the time, and I don’t have to say “gee I wonder if there’s something more than just matter.”
Anyways, you can be rational, sane, and believe in higher intelligence. Honestly, I think it’s probably just a higher form of me. So why would that be so terrifying to the world? And the thing is that almost everyone around the world believes in higher intelligence, but us in the west, we have this gestapo psychology of “Just a coincidence!!” barking at every peep of belief.
Anyway. Just some thoughts. I want to thank this community for being awesome. This is a wonderful Agora like place where we can grow spiritually and intellectually. We all have different positions, and that’s awesome. It doesn’t automatically mean that someone is a raving lunatic that needs to be lectured into the back of an ambulance. But this kind of conditioning is very deep and strong in our society. It takes a lot of strength to resist it.
Peace my fellows. ❤