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A good man?
“A good man out of the good treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is good; and an evil man out of the evil treasure of his heart bringeth forth that which is evil; for of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaketh.” Luke 6:45
Is it really that hard to discern that which is good and that which is evil?
Are we truly Christians?
Does the abundance of our hearts impel us to build walls and foster hate?
Does it profile, judge and sentence us based on our color or religion;
Does it round up refugees and deport them for extermination;
Does it systematically break the hearts of loving families?
Does the abundance of our hearts invest all its faith in so-called defence?
Does it create the necessity for weaponization;
Does it make us believe we must arm ourselves in our own homes;
Does it systematically destroy our dream of liberty and justice for all?
Does the abundance of our hearts spoil the water and the air;
Does it ignore the interdependence of planetary species;
Does it entrap living creatures under its cloud of toxic wastes;
Does it systematically destroy its lifeblood for cold hard cash?
Does the abundance of our hearts induce greater hardships upon the poor,
Does it take food out of the mouths of children, the infirmed and the elderly;
Does it allow the free market to determine who thrives and who withers and dies;
Does it systematically siphon life from the masses to enhance the richest?
Does the abundance of our hearts abuse intelligence with its ignorance;
Does it replace empiric facts with false alternatives;
Does it utilize science to create sophisticated weapons rather than wisdom;
Does it systematically deprive all young minds access to knowledge?
Tell me, all fellow Christians!
Are these the treasures offered by the good man?
The dysfunctional yogi
I'm reading a novel by Gerald Green entitled AN AMERICAN PROPHET. A character named D. D. Vormund is quoted as writing the following wisdom: When we demand unconditional surrender of a natural creature, such as an insect, we are, in effect, dooming ourselves. Drench the earth with poisons, kill the last moth and the last beetle, and we hasten our own rush to oblivion. We celebrate our victories over insect pest, little realizing that there are no winners, only losers when we upset the delicate balance . . . Because man is a threat to every living thing, he is a threat to himself. And he is successful, frighteningly so. He wills the death of species, and they die. He is offended by plants, and they vanish. He wants nothing less than total victory.
And I ask, is this the victory we want for our children and our children's' children? It is obvious that there is no victory here. There is no victory ever in ignorance. The sad thing is that we know better. We have done the work to unearth the truth regarding these matters. We have the knowledge, but not the wisdom nor the selfless desire to follow its directives. Too costly! Money is our "god". Possessiveness is our habit. In our effort to possess the earth, we are destroying the sustenance she provides us. Indeed we are destroying ourselves. And when we are no more in human form, the earth will reign victorious, blossoming forth new lifeforms until she is ultimately consumed by the expanding sun. Oh what a tragedy it would be that we did not manifest the full potential of wisdom!
I wonder if it’s like this on other planets where sentient beings have evolved, that it is their nature like ours to violate the laws of nature, to choose discordance over harmony with the life systems that support them, to so alter their ecosystems until the planet can no longer support their existence.
We appear to be hurriedly setting the stage upon which we will view our own looming extinction, a phenomenon as certain to happen as is the next fiery rise of the sun at dawn. If indeed this is happening in a universe governed by immutable laws, it must be necessary, this mad assault upon the animal kingdom, this assault upon our very selves — it must be a necessary part of the process by which we ultimately slay the animal within us. It must be necessary for us to stare directly into this blaze of reality, to experience the burn of our own animal mortality upon our retinae and to be blinded by it if we are to see beyond human vision.
Whether we burn like mountain goats overtaken by a lava flow or fossilize in the mantle, or whether we wither like rose buds that fail to blossom in the spring or ride the air to the forest floor like yellowed leaves from an autumn cottonwood, we will transcend solidity and find ourselves bodiless, for that is the nature of our souls. Our ignorance of this fact condemns us to ego-centered lives where “survival of the fittest” propels the rape and pillage of all nature’s gifts thereby creating the setting for our greatest lesson. Hail to the Masters who have already learned, to the Seers whose light illuminates a different way, to all those whose example gives us another choice.
HYPOCRISY is the religion of the world.
The “GOLDEN RULE” is an essential teaching of the world’s religions as illustrated in the following quotations (compiled and listed in Paramahansa Yogananda’s book, The Second Coming of Christ: The Resurrection of the Christ within you).
From Christian scripture: “Therefore all things whatsoever ye would that men should do to you, do ye even so to them: for this is the law and the prophets” (Matthew 7:12).
From the Hindu scripture Mahabharata (Anusasana Parva 113.8): “One should not behave towards others in a way which is disagreeable to oneself. This is the essence of morality. All other activities are due to selfish desire.”
From the Analects of Confuscius (15.23): “Tsekung asked, “Is there one word that can serve as a principle of conduct for life?” Confucius replied, “It is the word shu – reciprocity. Do not impose on others what you yourself would not desire.”
From the Jewish Talmud (Shabbat 31a): “What is hateful to you, do not to your fellow men. That is the entire Law; all the rest is commentary.”
From the Buddhist text TripitakaUdana-varga 5:18: “Hurt not others in ways that you would find hurtful.”
And from the sayings of Prophet Mohammed (Forty Hadith of an-Nawawi): “Not one of you is a believer until he desires for his brother what he desires for himself.”
SO – are not the agnostics and atheists of the world more honest? There are too few “saints” to convince them of any reason to abdicate their personal interests for the “Golden Rule.” Why would they? The masses of so-called believers all over the world cannot even commit.
The calamity we continue to create for ourselves is a consequence of our moral ineptitude. Will its hammer shatter the shells of our hearts, driving us to our knees with more power than our egos can sustain? Will the suffering we experience and witness amplify our yearning for love and peace? Will we finally be ready to commit our souls to the ultimate good of the “One Life Living” in and through all?
THE GOLDEN RULE is “THE ENTIRE LAW”. “All the rest is commentary.”
The dysfunctional yogi
CONQUERING THE NARCISSIST WITHIN AND WITHOUT
I made the mistake of perusing the news and FB posts last night with the false assumption that as a yogi I can maintain emotional detachment from the growing drama in the world. I fell asleep with no problem; at 4am I awoke with a sense of powerlessness and outrage. I am, after all, a dysfunctional yogi.
Earlier yesterday, I finished reading a satirical novel by Kurt Vonnegut entitled Slapstick. Vonnegut said that his novel is “about desolated cities and spiritual cannibalism and incest and loneliness and lovelessness and death, and so on.” That’s how I felt this morning when my subconscious stirrings awoke me too early in the day. His narrator Wilbur Daffodil-11 Swain said somewhere in the story that “When you’re dead you’re dead.” Perhaps that is true. Lights out. End of story.
There is this hideous thing taking over the human stage - again. And I had thought that Christ introduced us to the notion of divine Love some 2000 years ago. I had thought he ushered human consciousness out of the dark ages of the Old Testament. I had thought I was witness to the emergence of a global consciousness, a consciousness of inclusion and cooperation, of truthfulness and peace, vital to the perpetuation of life worth living on this planet. But the ideals of compassion for all creatures, charity and absence of greed have been “Trumped” by a legion of sword-wielding, gun-crazed demons who ascribe to Vonnegut’s purposeless view of life. It is a “soulless” view. “When you’re dead you’re dead.”
So why the hell not rape and pillage the earth and all the humans whom you can also rape and pillage? Why not become today’s Alexander the “great” or Hitler? If I had the power – stripped of all checks and balances - what would there be to stop me? Certainly not conscience. All I would have to do is feed and arm those who would battle the other power mongers for me. It is, after all, an Old Testament dog eat dog world, an eye for an eye as ancient consciousness sees it. Such is the unfolding novel being written - again, “about desolated cities and spiritual cannibalism and incest and loneliness and lovelessness and death, and so on.”
I feel eviscerated. The onslaught upon our spiritual brother/sisterhood is overwhelming from the human perspective. And it is through this perspective that I have been absorbing the daily news. You see, I am convinced that we actually are “One Life Living”, that we truly are divine brothers and sisters, that we would not exist at all were it not for the divine workings of an absolute intelligence orchestrating the marvelous interplay of elements in this cosmic symphony of Life. Out of this evolutionary thrust, self-conscious beings have arisen. And here we are, blessed or cursed by the gift of free will inherent in being self-conscious.
I stand witness to the curse. I watch the effects of wisdom-bereft free will imposing itself upon the world by the ego of egos, the king of the little self, the malignant narcissist. I sit in disbelief as he and his devotees to self-centeredness bulldoze their mud of proclamations through the hallways of “democracy”. Within our hallowed kilns of “justice”, the mud is piled high and fired. I am being crushed by the sheer weight of the wall they are constructing around our expanding consciousness and ever-reaching hearts. Their purpose - to imprison empathy in the name of protectionism and to engorge themselves at the expense of others. Why not? “When you’re dead you’re dead.”
As a yogi, I have the option to see the wall from an alternative perspective, the perspective of the soul. From here, the wall is within ourselves. It is merely a translucent membrane, limiting our view as if we were bubbles. The membrane is comprised of our body and all concepts the body invites. It deludes us with the false impression that we are separate from the whole of life and therefore from each other. We live with that illusion as an ego-identity. As such, we live a very temporary existence with the conviction that we are mortal. Even though we may hope for life hereafter, the truth is that few of us have enough faith to know that for sure. We may pray, but we nevertheless perceive that when the membrane bursts, life for the self is over. It is done. Lights out. Again – such a view is cursed with pain and suffering. Such a faithless view places us on the battlefield, pitting each self against another in the daily struggle for transient security. Such a view makes us vulnerable to the false promise of protectionism by ruthless, greedy power mongers. What a meaningless existence!
As a yogi, I have the option to transcend the battlefield of mano a mano. I do not have to be “Trumped”. I can use my free will to neutralize all enemies of the soul. I can permeate the membrane of my little self and directly experience expansion. I can dissolve at will all thoughts and concepts related to the little self in this blip of time in this aging body. I can choose to sit for a while as pure awareness being aware, and in that state, experience total inclusiveness. There is ultimate freedom in that choice. There is affirmation of the limitlessness of consciousness in that state. True faith follows. So does peace and love beyond any understanding of the intellect. And after a while, when I reopen my eyes to the world, it appears differently. I have rediscovered my purpose. I am here for only one reason, to reject being bludgeoned by the ego-driven world, particularly by my own ego, and to choose divine transcendence. In making that choice, I take complete control of my experience. The more I conquer the egotistical enemies within myself, the more I will actually shine the light of love we are all meant to shine on the battlefields of this world.
“When we are truly alive we are alive forever.” What a meaningful existence!
The dysfunctional yogi
It wasn’t so clear to me as it is now. I’ve been seeing this my whole life, but not fully processing it. It’s like being aware that something is not quite right in your body, but not enough that you give it more than a passing thought. It’s sneaky. It’s insidious. You see it and you don’t at the same time and allow it to be. And while you do, it gradually assumes control of each cell of your being until one day you wake up before dawn and open your eyes to the reality that you are ill, very ill – perhaps even with late stage cancer – and there is little you can do to save yourself.
Now that I have acknowledged it, I see that this illness has many forms. It is ubiquitous; always has been. It has been infiltrating the brains of the brightest minds since the days of old, laying down amyloid plaques of greed and neurofibrillary tangles of pride. It is the Alzheimer’s of the ego. It causes us to lose the capacity to perceive the level of our dementia. It is a viral pandemic. Its invaders have spliced into the DNA of our cells and changed our genetic codes. We are now programed to serve its gluttony and lust for more, more, more until we, its hosts, burst like over-filled balloons. It is an aggressive cancer. Its cells reproduce unchecked and metastasize throughout humankind rendering us heartless.
I awoke early this morning, feeling anxious, queasy. The spotlight of my mind was pointed right then left, up then down, in then out. It was an instrument over which I had no control. Its beam illuminated my personal vulnerabilities as it panned over to those of my family, my community, my country and my brothers and sisters the world over. Yes, I am ill. We are all ill. Each of us is infected to some degree or another.
After an hour of sweating in a cold room, I got out of bed, went into the kitchen and made a pot of coffee. After pouring myself a cup, I sat wrapped in a fleece blanket in front of the Christmas tree. It stood, decorated with the ornaments of past Christmases, white and colored lights and silver tinsel hanging from the branches. Behind it was a large sliding glass door through which the early light of dawn created a black forest silhouette of towering redwoods. And, there it was right before my eyes, seen like I had never seen it before.
I had complained about the symptoms off and on for decades, but once the presents were opened and the tree taken down, I forgot. But this morning in the silence of dawn, our golden retriever Cabo laying on his bed in front of the dark fireplace, I realized the enormity of our disease. And Christmas, like a decorative bra, covers this fungating tumor as it protrudes through the skin of our breasts and oozes out odiferous pus through its pores.
True to its nature, this malignancy consumes. It devours the very sanctity of our souls. It has seeded our circulatory systems – the media in all its forms and variations. Cancer cells, altered by mutant prescriptions of greed, proliferate to unstainable proportions. They inject themselves into our nuclei, releasing toxins of falsehoods. They have their hosts devoted to the satiation of unending lust. And the cancer thrives. It proliferates. It empowers those of us it infects the most. They become our leaders - our CEO’s, our CFO’s, our COO’s, our presidents, legislators and judges, our dictators and lawyers. Our infected leaders enlist the enforcers of the cancer’s design - our police, our military, our spies and citizens of prejudice.
How can the body of humanity survive?
There it stands before me, the Christmas tree, beautifully decorated with the ornaments of a family’s life. A five-pointed star sits atop its pinnacle, illuminated brightly with white light. The forest behind stands still in the early morning light, at peace amidst our growing dis-ease, ever patient, ever passive to our needs and desires, ever-willing to provide of itself so that we may house ourselves under timber roofs, warm ourselves with logs burning in our fires, feed ourselves on mahogany tables upon china stored in wooden cabinets and shield ourselves from the winds behind stud-sturdy walls. She has sacrificed one of her own to artificially root in a stand on the floor in front of a window so that we might absorb the healing influence of her fragrance and beauty, so that we might intuit the significance of her tapered shape, so that we might digest the relevance of her reach for the light above. She whispers the true meaning of Christmas if we will but listen. She offers us the ultimate cure if we will but desire it enough to swallow it. She offers us the immortal gift of Christ virtue if we will but unwrap it.
Meanwhile we shop, we buy, we wrap, we write cards, we address, stamp and mail envelopes, we go to holiday parties, drink eggnog and kiss under the mistletoe, we dress up in red and green, sing Christmas carols, talk of Santa Claus, watch Christmas movies, open gifts, go to Christmas service and feast with family and friends. Our hearts pump that much harder to circulate the healing energy of Christ, all the while the cancer weakens the heart’s power.
As I sit here surveying my symptoms, I realize that this is nothing new – Christmas, while beckoning our reverence, has always had its commercial side. So, I ask myself, “What’s the big deal? What is this cancer you are talking about?” I give. I write checks to charity. I deliver gifts to the poor. I go to church, tithe and feel the spirit of the carols. I am good. How can I be among the afflicted?
But now that I see it so clearly, I see it everywhere – the avalanche of ads, the mob scenes and brawls at the malls, the parade of delivery trucks, the churning of the economy of things to feed our unquenchable desire for things, things we never would have missed had we not known of them, things created for our enjoyment, distraction, necessity or addiction, things that offer, at best, flickers of fulfillment. We gobble them up like sugar cookies, increasing our appetite for more. We’ve joined the diabetic epidemic. And what we consume ultimately must turn to waste. While the machines deplete the earth’s resources for enhanced production, the Boards of Directors plan their menu for marketing and distribution. We bite. Last year’s fare is no longer appetizing. When we toss it into the garbage mound we are making of the planet, we can be sure that we are indeed diseased.
But am I really diseased? This is Christmas. I am Christian. I pray. I aspire. I work hard to achieve. Look at my success. I tithe. God rewards those who aspire and succeed – Christian prosperity – the law of attraction – the secret to fulfillment. Our preachers preach it. Yes, I consume. I earned it. It’s the foundation of the “American Dream.” We’ve chosen our leader. He represents our dream and we are his apprentices.
And so the mountaintops are stripped, the redwoods hewn and the garbage creates islands in the sea.
“And God said, Let us make man in our image, after our likeness: and let them have dominion over the fish of the sea, and over the fowl of the air, and over the cattle, and over all the earth, and over every creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth.”
And man said, I will fish out the sea and foul the air and herd the cattle into slaughter, and consider not the role of each creeping thing that creepeth upon the earth. I will assert my dominion over others you made in your image and make them needy and wanting. I will supply their needs if they earn the means to satisfy them. I will see that they toil day in and day out to obtain the things that I create. If they don’t, let them perish. It is I who set the policies and the rules of law, and it is they who must abide or be punished. I am “The American Dream” and they must pursue it if they are to succeed. They are my apprentices, but few indeed may ever achieve ownership of the people. I have mastered the law of attraction, the cosmic secret that delivers fulfillment upon earth. I stand upon the lofty pinnacle holding my golden staff high for all to see. I feed them. They need me. They worship me. I am the dream who flies in my own Dreamliner. I am the one who can give them a ride for their money.
And I sit in my chair with a cup of coffee in hand, the lights on the Christmas tree twinkling in the light of dawn. And I think, yes – the law of attraction. It is the “secret.” It works. But what, I ask, have we set our sights upon? What is the nature of our success? What is the depth of our fulfillment? What have we attracted into this body of humankind?
I sit with the answer, this dis-ease with everything transitory, the virus of avarice. It has altered the brains of the most powerful. It is feasting in the bodies of their apprentices. It turns the skin orange. It combs over its flaws. It surrounds itself in gold. It displays its name as our savior on towers the world over. It denigrates logic. It falsifies truth. It purchases rule-makers and enforcers. It rapes and pillages our mother earth. It gropes our Mother Divine with its little vulgar hands. It has become malignant, festering through the thoughts, mouths, writings, postings and video of all its victims. It is present to some degree or another in almost all human hearts.
And so I sit here feeling ill, writing. I yearn for healing. Nothing at this point matters more. Without true healing, there can be no success; there can be no fulfillment; there can be no real life to live. I turn to the words of our true savior: “And one of the scribes came, and having heard them reasoning together, and perceiving that he had answered them well, asked him, Which is the first commandment of all? 29And Jesus answered him, The first of all the commandments is, Hear, O Israel; The Lord our God is one Lord: 30And thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength: this is the first commandment. 31And the second is like, namely this, Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other commandment greater than these. 32And the scribe said unto him, Well, Master, thou hast said the truth: for there is one God; and there is none other but he: 33And to love him with all the heart, and with all the understanding, and with all the soul, and with all the strength, and to love his neighbour as himself, is more than all whole burnt offerings and sacrifices. 34And when Jesus saw that he answered discreetly, he said unto him, Thou art not far from the kingdom of God.” Mark 12:28-34
The law of attraction – “Ask, and it shall be given you; seek, and ye shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.” Indeed, it works. It is called karma. What we have is what we have sought. What we have is a malignant spiritual disease – worse than any cancer humans have faced. It is time we seek the cure – in Christ – during this Christmas season.
Love and Peace to us all.
Recently I sent out an email to some loved ones asking for truthful guidance regarding an endeavor I am engaged in. Here’s what I learned about truth.
Truth is never good nor bad, though it can feel like either or both.
Truth transcends duality.
To those willing to receive it, it is always humbling.
Clarity offers its own brand of joy.
For that, I am always grateful.
While I am not presently on my actual deathbed, my hourglass was flipped the moment I emerged in bodily form into this world. Meditation provides the capacity to temporarily remove the past and the future so that one can experience pure being in the present, an experience that offers the perception of bodiless awareness. Concepts derived from mortal experience can dissolve long enough for one to experience being awareness without definition, free of the little self we have adopted to negotiate interactions while in physical form. It is during this state of awareness that the membrane that entraps our perceptual capacity within the bubble of the little self disappears, expanding perception into the limitless sphere of the soul. With this comes remembrance (revelation) of our oneness with God, and therefore our intimate connection with the whole of life. I call this “the bubble rule.”
And this, my dear friends, is something we can do now, with diligent effort, to open ourselves up to soul awareness and the intuitive guidance it provides. This not only helps us confront our human fears and desires, but facilitates our acceptance of bodily dissolution when that last grain of sand falls through the hole.
ON MY DEATHBED, I LIE
On my deathbed, I lie,
Lingering, holding on while letting go,
No pain, no suffering,
No hunger, no thirst,
Melting like butter in the sun.
On my deathbed, I lie,
Embracing loved ones who approach,
Watching their images dissolve before my eyes,
Like vital plasma into tissue.
I see her again, my mother
By whom I am breastfed,
Opening my perception to the wonders of a world;
No pain, no suffering;
Immortal am I blossoming under the sun.
In delight, I watch ants train through the grass,
I climb tree limbs in the yard,
I create plastic battlefields on the floor,
While hunger and thirst within me grow
And cycles of night and day inform.
Flashes of pertinence illuminate my mind,
Those precious moments of final review,
Impressing, guiding, offering repentance and joy,
Filling me with a knowing
I recall having once owned.
I see him being wound and bound, this child of God,
By family and teachers,
Friends and strangers,
Television and books,
Feeding his hunger and thirst in this alien world.
His identity in self gradually establishes,
Vulnerable, malleable, adaptable,
Through experiences of pain and joy,
Learning and disillusionment,
Love and loss.
Funerals and weddings, births and graduations,
Toil and play, commitment and escape,
Verbal and nonverbal thrashings,
Physical and perceived lashings,
Acceptance, kisses and embraces.
The images burn like a thousand laser points,
Too many, too poignant, too personal to divulge;
They torch the wrapping
That occurred from the outside in
And the inside out during this flicker of bodily form.
I see so clearly the muscle of heart
That thrusts through the layers,
Grasping others and drawing them in
Where they shall forever reside,
While the block melts like butter in the sun.
And now on my deathbed
The identity in self has lost its meaning,
Hence its power to delude,
As I experience the unwrapping,
Gentle, loving, instructing and forgiving.
I never was
Who I thought I was.
You never were
Who I thought you were.
Nevertheless, we remain.
On my deathbed, I lie;
I was in You;
You were in me
From beginning to end
During this flash in timelessness.
I am ready now
To close my eyes
And open my awareness
To all that is and ever was
In Love and Peace. Amen.
December 2, 2016
The dysfunctional yogi:
I awoke once again last night – 2:37am – took over two hours for me to clear the emotionally charged Trump-full ramble out of my head. I still cannot believe that the people of our country, particularly those who profess their Christianity, would be so hungry for “change” that they would vote for our now president-elect, Donald Trump, a man who so blatantly displayed egomaniacal narcissism with outright deceit, arrogance, insensitivity, rudeness, crudeness, bullying, sexism, braggadocio, racism, disdain, authoritarianism, cluelessness and Godlessness. Wow! Christians! This is your savior? Your chosen agent for change? This man who is encouraging us all to look out for “number one”? And who would that be? First and foremost, let there be no illusion here – that would be no other than Donald Trump. What can we expect now? - “trickle down” deceit, arrogance, insensitivity, rudeness, crudeness, bullying, sexism, braggadocio, racism, disdain, authoritarianism, cluelessness and Godlessness from his devotees – and oh, perhaps a widening gulf between the rich and the poor, between the domineering white male culture with all its servants in tow and the rest of humanity, between the selfish and the selfless.
Help me get back to sleep, Grover.
Yes, the people have spoken. You want change. You are unhappy. You want to speed things up. And so it will be. The pace of change will most certainly accelerate.
You are anxious. You are fearful. You just want to get back to sleep. What you really want is peace in the chaos.
You will never find it out there in your sociopolitical, theological, ecological, economical, ideological world. That world was created by your fathers and mothers and their fathers and mothers before them. And you are revising it for future generations. Thousands upon thousands of generations, acting under the veil of cosmic delusion, have built the stage upon which your present day drama is playing out. And out of what intention? From what source of inspiration did they and do you imagine and create? Daresay - addictive desires and mortal fears.
You have created and continue to create your own reality, void of any meaningful communion with your Source, void of necessary reverence for the earth and all things that live and breathe and support your existence. The change you effect now will move you ever closer to making your most important choice ever - the choice to change yourselves forever. Look at the result of your actions - record-breaking storms year after year - storms of ego vs ego, ego vs nature – wars and mutilation, walls and isolation, fracking and quakes, missiles and rubble, exhausts and toxins, products and waste, gluttony and famine, discord and disease, malice and suffering, fear and anguish. This is what you have chosen. This is what you want?
Be assured. No action you take can ever overrule the will of God. Each of you is His child unleashed in the schoolyard – the school of “hard knocks” where your continued ignorance compels you to participate in the ongoing insanity of “king on the mountain.” Instructors of wisdom have voiced and exemplified the behavior of love, peace and goodwill toward God’s living being in all things created. You hear with your ears, but not with your hearts. The game is too real. You are addicted to the external. Therefore, you persist in stepping upon and being stepped upon in the struggle of your moments of time on earth. You crucify your instructor every moment you turn a deaf heart to His inner calling.
Each of you is loved unconditionally, always. He awaits outside of time for you to turn inward toward Him, to acknowledge His presence within and without, through and through. For God is eternally patient, His voice ever-present if you will but turn your ears inward, His Light ever-shining if you will but turn your eye inward, His Love everlasting if you will but open your entire heart to Him. The Kingdom of Peace lies within each of you. Let the storms you create propel you toward the permanent safety, absolute security, expansive visIon and transcendent perception of your soul’s ultimate reality. Seek it first and foremost, and the veil which blinds you will be lifted.
The dysfunctional yogi:
So do nothing in the outer world? What about all this injustice?
On no. Do everything. But – “seek first the Kingdom, and all else will be added unto you.” Center yourself in the Peace of God first. Then and only then can Peace guide you to enter the drama with the courage, grace and passion you require to effect any meaningful, lasting change in the interest of the One Life Living. Only then will your own highest interest be served.
The dysfunctional yogi
The dysfunctional yogi is the voice for my blog. I am Clement Binnings, retired family physician, metaphysician and writer of metaphysical/visionary fiction. My novels in "The Grover Series" are Angel Through the Storms and The Bubble Rule. I practice Kriya Yoga meditation, golf, hike, read, write, work in the yard and around the house and visit my three children and two grandchildren with my wonderful wife Joan of 40 years.