Creation Story. This world is born of FRICTION, is brought into being by FRICTION. When the match (GODHEAD, SOURCE) was struck, ANGUISH / WRATH occurred, FIRE burst forth, then LIGHT. The SOUND of struck ANGUISH went forth immediately before and along with the FIRE and LIGHT of CREATION and continues even now. The SOURCE keeps SOURCING and we are its ANGUISH, FIRE, and LIGHT.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
the HEP story
Dear Unborn Kin,
The dominant myth today is the HEP myth: Humanistic Evolutionary Progress. The story goes that it's all about us Humans who are Evolving in the name of Progress. Everything else is to be sacrificed to our HEPness.
The prime symbol of this myth is the $. Never mind that we made it up, we all bow to it. Rather than opening to a different story of WIGO (What Is Going On), many activists amongst us simply want a redistribution of the $ and are thus prime agents of HEPness. All other myths, all other WIGO stories are discounted except by a few, myself among them. The HEP myth fosters a schizoid splitness, war, and blind destruction.
The myth I embody? We are the Cosmos continuously forming, waves of a mighty ocean, with no separation. Such capaciousness allows a Wisdom to flow through, co-creating every moment, a moment-um of a vast Interflowing whose conduits we are. When we follow this, Life moves with us.
Our insistence on being Humanoids puts us on the ass end of every endeavor. May we awaken. May our thick heads continue to be knocked until the Humanoid crust around our consciousness crumbles.
Blessings to you.
Your Loving Ancestor
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
blood draw
As she drew my blood I said
I bet you hear a lot about now I can
stop fasting and drink some coffee.
She smiled and said yes.
The first blood vial filled.
She needed four.
I don't drink coffee she said.
I tried and didn't like it.
The second vial vampired me.
She said when my uncle comes to visit
I make him coffee. My mother says
who made this coffee? It's too strong.
I have to confess I did she says.
The third vial slurps away.
But my uncle likes it strong.
My grandmother complains too.
My grandfather says nothing. He
likes coffee no matter what.
The fourth vial is full.
Okay she says. Go have your coffee.
We laugh. I say I always like talking with you.
I bet you hear a lot about now I can
stop fasting and drink some coffee.
She smiled and said yes.
The first blood vial filled.
She needed four.
I don't drink coffee she said.
I tried and didn't like it.
The second vial vampired me.
She said when my uncle comes to visit
I make him coffee. My mother says
who made this coffee? It's too strong.
I have to confess I did she says.
The third vial slurps away.
But my uncle likes it strong.
My grandmother complains too.
My grandfather says nothing. He
likes coffee no matter what.
The fourth vial is full.
Okay she says. Go have your coffee.
We laugh. I say I always like talking with you.
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