Monday, 28 July 2014

Us, Him, and Them

And God made them male and female. For some reason all translations of the Torah refer to “male and female”. NOT to man and woman. This should be a dead giveaway. Surely such definition applies to virtually all of the animal kingdom. On the other hand, we are also told that god created us in his image. That would make god male and female. You can’t have it any other way. Either that or god has a rib missing.
Gods don’t lie. It must be so.
On the other hand god could be a hermaphrodite. The original hermaphrodite? But I doubt it. If he were, he’d want to multiply. We would have many, many gods. Godletts? On yet another hand, if the same scriptures refer to us as “ye are gods”, then plural is more than appropriate. Of course, Elohim is plural and they created the world, not just us…
So if we are in gods’ image we are hermaphrodites, only in our case we spread our bisexuality over many years. It’s the only way we can contrive to be like gods. We do so by alternating our sexuality in our successive reincarnations. This should cheer up anyone who considers his or her sex superior to the other. Better luck next time!
All of the above should satisfy the fundamentalists who, until now, probably had problems visualizing a hermaphroditic god (or gods) who made him/herself in our image and likeness. Or the other way round? Never mind.
Or else…
Or else all of the above has nothing whatsoever to do with our sexual organs. Perhaps we just embody the ability to have conscious awareness of being creative, kind, compassionate, loving, giving and forgiving, generous (raining on the just and the unjust), and too pure to behold evil—hence being nonjudgmental, immortal, beyond time and space… and manifesting a billion other divine traits?
Imagine not being too pure to behold evil…
Surely, that can’t be human?
Perhaps we, too, are intended to be what the opposites have in common? The middle paths, remember? Perhaps these are the likenesses that we embody in our consciousness. These and countless others, that will evolve and multiply to the end of time.
Into eternity…
Perhaps our likeness to the divine has nothing to do with our sexual organs, no matter how exciting they may be to us at a certain age. Perhaps it is not our bodies that we are to multiply but the divine attributes lying deep within us?
Perhaps we are states of consciousness embodied in all animal species—like the life force. The other animals’ turn will come; are we not all from a Single Source? For now, only we, some of us, have the ability to perceive our inherent heritage—our latent divinity. Perhaps only that makes us men and women, and not just male and female.

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Tuesday, 22 July 2014

The Smile left Behind

Any Cheshire cat can do it, but can you? Imagine dying—leaving your temporal body, and whoever met you or thought of you when you were still around, would smile. 
Not a bad heritage to leave behind.
It is an easy task, of course, for professional comedians. They make heavy money for making fun. But there is an altogether different species of man who also seldom stops laughing. They are called Zen Masters. Well, perhaps not outright laughing but a bemused expression seldom leaves their lips.
They don’t take themselves seriously.
They know that they are passers by.
On the other hand there are people who get offended easily. An inadvertent word, a misplaced complement, a causal comment, and they get offended. In the past this resulted in a duel at 3am behind the cathedral. Today that’s illegal. So instead of rapiers or épées we benefit by losing their ill-begotten, often pompous if not actually false friendship. Such people are so full of their own ego that they don’t even begin to realize how ridiculous they are.

We, of course, we don’t get offended. We are way above that sort of supercilious behaviour. We know that only an ego can get offended and we keep ours under a strict control. We relegate our ego to a rag of clothing which we discard, throw away, every hundred years or so. Often much sooner. We are no longer spoiled, juvenile, arrogant politicians who start wars to repair their wounded pride. We don’t impose sanctions on people for much, much lesser crimes than those that we have committed only yesterday. Crimes like starting wars, killing hundreds of thousands of innocent people, under false pretenses.
We are not wielders of near-absolute power, which has corrupted our ability to pass honest, let alone humble judgment on others.  We don’t get offended, nor do we strive to offend, punish, or impose our puerile judgment on “lesser people”. On people that don’t count? We strive to make sure that when our time comes to die, those left behind, when they think of us, they will smile with a kind, vaguely amused, tolerant smile.
Because here, on Earth, we are all no more than passers-by. Observers. Beneficiaries of the Benevolent Universe. Like the Cheshire cat. That is why the Cheshire cat smiles. And when he goes, he leaves his smile behind. He knows. Shouldn’t we? 

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Wednesday, 16 July 2014

Emptiness, Bacteria and Atheists

The image and likeness mentioned in some ancient scriptures doesn’t refer to our bodies. Our bodies take on a slightly different meaning when we realize that while they are endowed with many trillions of cells, they have twice that number of bacteria, viruses and other microscopic vermin, which treat those very same bodies as a heavenly feeding ground. If your ambition is to identify with the bacteria, or even with their feeding ground then you are right in identifying with your physical body. In other words, if you do you are no more than a bag of bugs.

What I find utterly amazing is that the so-called atheists, who frown and ridicule any concept of god or divinity, or any intangible, nonphysical force, are more than happy identifying themselves with the trillions of bugs. Furthermore, they accept the fact that those very bugs, as well as their illustrious neurons, that’s right—their brain-cells, are made up of atoms which in turn are essentially empty space.
Almost exclusively void of everything.
Voila. We can now define all avid atheists as 99,9999999999999% empty space. And the miniscule percentage of mass which adds to their gravitas are… bugs. Bacteria. Bacilli. Microbes. Good and bad, but still unicellular microorganisms. 
Please note. This is not an attack directed at atheists. I suffer from equal inability to understand the “faithful”, who scream “Jesus” as they murder their enemies whom they are supposed to love. We, human, are a most unusual species. Perhaps that inimitable void is also true of their minds, which they insist is the byproduct of this bacterial emptiness, and not the other way round.

Speaking for myself, my mind is NOT the product of my brain, but my brain IS a byproduct of my mind; as is the rest of my body, which I use to experience the mode of becoming. I also use it for locomotion, which enables me to furnish my body with food for the bacteria. I use my body even as I use my car to get from A to B. Or to Z, for that matter—yet at no time do I identify with my car as the essence of my being. My car is not my body; nor is the biological robot which I use when needs arise. I think that my body is a most incredible product that enables me to enjoy change, which most people I know refer to as life. I hope you do likewise. 

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Wednesday, 9 July 2014

Of Gods and Men

After some six weeks of hard labour and another six of editing, proofreading, and commentary by my group of friends, soon, within a month or two, you will see Book 3 of my Aquarius Trilogy. Books 1 and 2, have been available on Kindle and Smashwords for some time now, and received good critical acclaim. I hope when the time comes, you’ll treat Book 3 with equal approval.
For me, this is important.
Not because it might lead to stratospheric sales (I give away hundreds, sometimes thousands of books free), but because in the last part of the Trilogy I share with you my vision of the Human Potential. This might well be the last novel I’ll ever write. Having written more than twenty of them, and having rounded them off with a few collections of short stories and even more non-fiction books, I think I’ve done my share of entertaining you. I hope that eventually you’ll enjoy them all.

Returning to Aquarius Trilogy.
I refer to the book as dealing with our ‘ultimate’ potential, excepting that ‘ultimate’ lies in the infinity of time. In fact it lies outside the confines of time altogether. I also discovered that all myths must have had something, some events or some people, on which they had been based. Otherwise, they would not have lasted the test of time. Ultimately, only truth survives, no matter how divergent, how twisted, how far it drifted from the essence from which it originated. If we unravel the superstructures that various religions have built upon them, there, deep within, far back in the hoary past, the truth still lives.
Truth is what is. All else is becoming.
And if we look around, very carefully, we shall discover that whatever has been true in the past, still lives on in the hearts of all of us. Yet is it perceived only by the chosen few.
It is perceived by the few who choose to be chosen.

For now, I hope you enjoy my search for the Human Potential that remains hidden within us, waiting to be discovered. “Eureka” is only a question of time. Ultimately, if we keep knocking, the door will be opened, even as it was in the past, but hopefully without such heavy price. The novel below described the search that two men conducted to find the truth within them. They both succeeded. I am sure that so will you. 

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