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Tri-state Area

A staple of religious thought as well as of psychology is the idea that we as individuals are made up of multiple parts. Spirit and ego; soul and id; body and mind. Is there any truth to this? Are we one thing or many things?

At the most rarified level we are simply Consciousness. Basic awareness as a manifestation of the Great Spirit.

We also hear the word “soul” thrown around but only rarely defined in a concise way. I have come to see the soul as the programming that controls our interaction with the outer world. It is a thing that is built over time. It will endure if we reinforce it. It will fade if we do not. It encompasses the emotional level that we may refer to as our heart. It is our self beyond the intellect. Revealed most dramatically in life or death situations like when a soldier throws himself onto a grenade without thinking to save his comrades at the cost of his own life. Or more subtly by the way a person acts (and more importantly reacts) in their dreams.

Another place where raw souls can be seen is in those with dementia. What is encountered is the residual “auto-pilot” that was left behind when the conscious entity began to move on to other realities.

So what happens to your soul after you die? If you are what has been described as Enlightened, the soul will dissipate with the body. If not, the soul will remain because you are still invested in an identity. This will cause your unconscious to create yet another body and another world around what you think is you.

You will lose your body. You can lose your soul.

But you can never lose your Spirit.

Morpheus Rex

The World is totally real and it is a complete illusion.

You are mortal and you are immortal.

These conclusions make perfect sense and they make no sense at all.

Enlightenment is the realization that everything is relative to and only has meaning when compared to something else. It also shows us our own inner nature as the nexus where Everything meets. (Not you, silly human. The Simple “I Amness” at the core of all consciousness that is the true You.)

The consciousness that is at the center of who you are is the exact same Consciousness that is at the Center of all there is. The difference is that you are experiencing Reality as filtered through a human brain.

All creatures are truly temples of God.

At your core you are only a Witness. This is very difficult to see through all the programming and auto-piloting “software” that is a human mind.  We get so caught up in our dramas, we forget who we are. Often great suffering or fear becomes the catalyst of our Awakening akin to the way a nightmare can jolt us from our little sleep.

When your body and brain die they will both fade away.

But you will still be there!

You will shake off the costume and become aware of your true nature as God.

Death is an illusion. You are already everywhere.

So where could you possibly go?

False Dawn

People like to say they want freedom. Freedom from what?

Restrictions. The manacles of laws that prevent us from accomplishing our will. Natural laws. Human laws.

I am aware that there is or was a television show based around a serial killer who only preyed upon other serial killers. Since this killing could be seen as just, the audience could allow themselves to vicariously root for the “hero” as he dispensed his idea of justice upon the bad guys. They could also imagine what it would be like to do the killing themselves.

That’s okay though. Can’t hurt to just imagine something. Can it?


There is a dangerous state of consciousness that I have seen occasionally wherein a person attains Enlightenment in an incomplete manner (often through the use of psychoactive chemicals). They come to realize the absolute relativity of all things. They gain a mental freedom that few will ever know. They see that only the Absolute is real. Everything else is smoke and mirrors. Their problems; their lives. Other people’s lives. All illusions.

Then the drugs wear off.

They drop back down to earth, clutching their little piece of stolen god-fire. They retain the memory of what they have seen but they cannot incorporate this knowledge fully. Seeing that death is also an illusion, they lose all fear of it. Then they extrapolate this to see that when any of us dies, the illusion is broken and we all return to God. Return to being God.

So everything is absolutely okay. Nothing is truly evil. Not even suicide. Not even murder.

I call this the Manson Miscalculation.

They understand that love and fear are the same thing but they assume this means they can be interchangeable. In mastering their minds, they’ve lost their hearts.

One thing that held me back for a long time was the idea that accepting the truth that love was only relative was reprehensible to me. I wanted Love to be better than it’s opposite. But my mind demanded I yield to it’s inescapable logic.

Then came the Stone and I saw that I was quite literally out of my mind! Was I Spirit? Sure! Why not? That’s a nice, undefinable label. My logical mind had reached it’s utmost limit.

But I had not.

I Am Spirit. Love calls unto Spirit and needs no reason. Love is it’s own reward.


Evil is not forbidden. It’s just stupid.

The No.w.here Man

Dearth of dusty, grey and musty
books upon the shelf.
In the empty halls of knowledge
I met a wizened Alf.
He sat upon a tome of Science,
his look was far away.
A little gnarled and twisted man
with just a hint of fey.

He saw the searching in my eye
and then I saw him smile.
Then he saw my wariness
and then I saw his guile.
He whispered to me darkly
of the slyness of the mind.
His countenance grew grim now,
his face was thin and lined.

He told me of the separateness
between the mind and soul.
How one was thought the other
from bygone days of old.
The mind he called an instrument,
reason, just a tool.
The soul he called the genius.
The soul he called the fool.

He taught me things I could not think
’til I broke down into tears.
He showed me how my happiness
depends upon my fears.
Drifting in the timeless void,
suddenly all went still.
Vibration ceased.
I saw the beast
whose name is Nothing.

Nil.

Why’d You Do It?

Let’s explore killing people!

Not actually doing it, of course. But just thinking about it.

Let’s start with one of the scariest types of people we can imagine. Serial killers. People who, for whatever reason, decide to kill innocent others. Their prey are generally strangers who are just going about their lives. People who have done nothing to deserve such a brutal death.

Without going into the intricacies of their psychology, I think we would agree that these killers are being totally selfish. They are inflicting their will in the most terrifying manner with no thought or compassion for their victims. They do it for their own pleasure. It’s thrilling. The free manifestation of anger. Murder feels good if you are filled with hatred.

Hedonism.

That’s kind of the opposite of altruism right? Being selfless and generally loving and caring about others is the best way to be. Right?

Why?

Why does one volunteer at the animal shelter or donate money to feed the homeless? Why do we do everything we can for our children?

Because it feels good to do so. Love feels good.

Hedonism again? Is it selfish to be selfless?

Does this mean that everything we do is selfish?

Would you give up your life to save someone you love? I certainly would and I think most people would also. Would you give up your life to save a stranger? That’s a tougher one. I mean, you might be making your kids into orphans just to save someone who might possibly be a serial killer or at least a total asshole. Would you die to save your pet dog? Many people do. How about a stray cat? We’re coming up to the line here aren’t we?

So we will die for love but only if it’s in our own self-interest.

So everyone is trying to do what they want to do. Now, who controls what it is that you want? You are certainly the door-keeper of your desires and compulsions, but are you their originator? No. But you will give in to them if it seems to be in your best interest.

Okay, let’s get back to killing people!

Everybody is going to die. That’s the way it works. Nothing is forever. Death is not evil. (It is actually a necessary illusion but that is fodder for another post.)

Nor can we predict the future. The end result of randomly killing a young lady might result in her never giving birth to a child who grows up to be a serial killer. Killing her could save many innocent lives. (I know, not likely. I’m not trying to make a case for serial killing. I’m trying to get to the heart of what evil is.)

The killer is not the source of the evil he visits upon the world. He is just allowing it in because he does not know that hurting others equally hurts himself.

There is a popular idea that can be summed up as the Golden Rule or the Law of Reciprocity. Most of us are familiar with it. This is based on the fact that the world you experience is a reflection of how you are on the inside. The state of your mind alters your reality.

Have you heard the popular teaching story about the two wolves? The gist of it is that there is a black wolf and a white wolf that are constantly fighting inside of people for control of their hearts. The one that will win is the one that gets fed.

Your overall outlook on life is built upon the myriad little outlooks you have taken over the years. Each time you decide to look at the bright side of a situation, you get a little closer to heaven. Each time you chose to see the dark side, the world will slowly become ever so slightly more hellish. As you change the way you see the world, the world will change to become whatever it is you wish to see.

To choose love is it’s own reward. Whether or not that is selfish is an important clue as to what the nature of the self might be.

So the next time you meet a serial killer, tell him to look on the bright side!

Most Dangerous Game

The dusky cry of a hidden owl
wells across the night.
My sight hosts visions both foul
and fair.
Despite the urgent need to move,
fascinated, I stare,
enchanted and soothed.
I might have wasted all the night
if not this fright,
(I’m certain)
of the Thing behind the curtain.

The Beast of beasts darts out of the woods
and I see through the trees
it is me.
As I stood
helplessly.

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