A Couple of Essays on the Subject of Racism by a Close Associate of Mine

I have watched, subsequently, in full and in real-time partially, the “Kung Fu” series. It is an absolute favorite of mine.

My favorite scene, I’m pretty sure and convinced, happens when Quai Chan Caine, a native American, and a local cowpoke are at an impasse. Quai Chan Caine, as usual, is trying to help. The local explains in exasperation the impossibility of the situation and the unsolveability [sic] of the problem as if it is obvious: a white man trying to reason with a savage, saying something like “you see the situation here?”. Quai Chan Caine, retorts that “I see three men”.

My friends, this is the crux of it. I’ve recently had a couple of reminders in my literary absorptions of the sharpness of the assumption of superiority – hence the axiomatic assumption of inherent inferiority of someone else relative to this assumed superiority. This is the bane and the weakness of us humans and the seeds of the downfall of our world. This is the problem. And if you buy into it to any degree you are the problem.

For friends, no matter how you slice it — in your set binomial ways: man/woman, white/black, culturally advanced and accomplished/barbarian, saved/forsaken — it is wrong. There is no one human superior to another in any way at all. There are no inferiors to you or me or to anyone else. Period.

If you can’t see this and actually try to do something about it, that’s the end., We can’t be friends. We can’t truly communicate, at least as humans. As the reality of our cosmic spirituality we are one as are “they”.

And if you can’t see what’s obviously in your face, that nationalism, christian nationalism, racism, etc and anon are steeped in everything T****, his enablers, his cohorts, his supporters say and do, then you can’t really be helped in this lifetime. The karma will all play out over cosmic God time, so I’m not concerned or worried. We are all on the journey to the same destiny of Creation. It’s just in this lifetime, here on earth that I can’t help you.

I oppose you even while I shower you in the light of Christ love.

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And when I was talking earlier about inherent racism being the scourge of humankind, I didn’t mean the weak-willed, self-serving, denial kind of respect of others along the lines of “I’m not racist because I don’t see color” or “they’re the racists”.

No! I’m talking extreme.

We must look upon every human being that we encounter as completely equal. COMPLETELY! No strings. No conditions. Every woman too, is on equal standing, you men and you perverted and misguided women who support such men. If you can’t do that, you are not my friend.

I’m talking seriously about every single person you meet: every person of African descent, every muslim, every Indian, every other kind of Indian, (redskin if you will T****), every hindu, every Chinese, every buddhist. No exceptions. Completely equal to you, yet in actuality, more prone and likely to being superior to you are your fellow men and women. Period. No exceptions. This is how black lives really matter.

If this kind of respect existed many things of noble high-minded ideal would actually work: free trade and democracy for two. When this kind of equality doesn’t exist. all is broken and unworkable.

And know this: I say ‘broken’ and ‘unworkable’ because I mean broken and unworkable. For while a system of racism doesn’t merely require the attitude and assumption of supremacy by whites — and racism is indeed a system and not a proclivity; not a disliking, or a hating with or without an intent to harm where harm is possible; — but a system based on at least the assumption and ‘knowledge’ of the reality that there are inferiors. The “inferiors” in this case don’t ever get a fair shake no matter what steps are made to rectify the system of insanity. As long as there are inferiors, the inferiors get, even with the best wishes and intentions of the (even if default) supremacists, the short end of the stick and come out losers in any and all social interactions where this blatant and soreful lack of true respect resides. “They” are forever condemned by conservative convention to be mired as second or third class. That is racism. (Not the fact that blacks don’t like or tolerate you).

If you get what I’m saying and live your life that way and sincerely try to do something about it, you are my cohort and friend. Of course, you would immediately discard T**** and his Epstein listers. In any free and fair election, in a world of true respect, T**** would lose 100% to 0%, even against a democrat!

That, my friends, is what it takes to be my earthly friend. If not, you aren’t. No matter HOW closely related to me you might be.

But, don’t worry, this is only in the ersatz physical form. In cosmic radiant reality we are already on equal footing, all love and respect.

The Incredible Value of Center

A thought just occurred to me: I’m getting closer to just beginning to seriously consider the concept of non-attachment, the knowing that nothing material is mine, the knowing that no country is my country. I am nothing special. I am a nowhere man living in his nowhere land. This is part of a multi-life journey to you-don’t-know-where. I am only centered, hence unswayable. In the center is deep peace.

I only come across as arrogant and self-satisfied about my devotion (and my ‘special’ knowledge) from your sensitive perception’s perspective. You are running away from non-attachment at such a desperate helter-skelter rate, clinging to the ownership and protection of your property, obsessed with the free-loaders and the supposed dependency encouragement from both sides of the equation, deluded in the assumed superiority of your country through the audacity of the patriot people who people it. But audacity is fine, right, as long as it’s in your favor? Strength in numbers? You are convinced that your hand is on the tiller of faith. You are constantly gyrating under this illusion of security. Attainment of any presumed destination is a false delusion, a willing walk into a selfish trap.

Yet, many lifetimes from now, no matter how hard or steadfast is your clinging to the wild and swiftly circulating gyrations, the journey is destined to course-correct to center and the ultimate manifest destination is you-don’t-know-where. You will sense the vast chasm of difference of the center from the periphery and we will meet again like a twain that has not at any time been twain.

When you know where like I already know where we will meet in such accord. Where is the kingdom of heaven. It is at hand. A centered soul once tried to teach you all this.

Another Essay from my Close Friend, tmr

I’m in a vein today and, apparently, I have been for a couple of days based on my allowing myself to be moved to pedantry by that particular “Keep Christ in Christmas” sign.

I don’t feel the need to explain why I think it incredibly facile and of a special ignorance to believe that the world and our country is going to hell and finds itself in the mess it is in only because enough people aren’t “Christian”. I don’t feel the need to explain just how stupid I think it is to strictly and prejudicially [sic] equate ‘good’ with being so-called Christian and ‘bad’ with being clearly or even vaguely not. And how utterly impractical and insane and incredibly racist it is to take it a step further and equate good with republican and bad with democrat. And don’t get me going on the extreme limits of insanity reached in the illogic [sic] involved in suppressing votes of the latter in order to ‘save’ our country. And I admit, if pressed (or if not), that I do think significantly less of people who don’t or can’t or won’t recognize the special stupidity involved in such convenient and highly selfish convolutions of belief scenarios as presented above.

But that’s not really what I’m in the vein about. I’m more interested in presenting another parabola of parable to get across the point of the axiomatic integral centrality of Christ in every life theme. For you do or should know two things: 1) the destiny of creation is the kingdom of heaven and 2) the kingdom of heaven is at hand.

For consider this. How much time and effort do you put into actively thinking (or fearfully worrying) that you must ‘make’ or ‘keep’ your blood circulating? How much time and effort to you put into actively thinking (or fearfully worrying) that you must ‘make’ or ‘keep’ yourself digesting your repast and eliminating the waste? Such, I surmise, is the time and effort you need to set aside to ‘make’ or ‘keep’ what is central and integral and omnipresent in every moment of every day of every life. Period. I talk of cosmic Christ, that is. We don’t need to name drop. We don’t need identity politics. We don’t need a “Christian” lifestyle. We don’t need to exclude what is or deny what truly is. We don’t need to knock everyone else with hypocrisy, going on about their ‘choosing’ a lifestyle because of who or what they are. And we certainly don’t need to exclude or deny any one! We don’t need no scapegoats to advance us. We don’t need no assumed strength in numbers. We don’t need no ransom sacrifice. Our entire job in this ersatz manifestation of a material body in this material world is to awaken and to be aware of this radiant reality. And to learn to practice gratitude.

That is all.

Two Essays From a Friend


Essays courtesy of tmr

I’ve been trying for the longest time to communicate my spiritual beliefs in a compact way that might have a chance of getting through.

I think I’ve finally come across something very simple and succinct that captures it:

Inside of me is something that lives eternally that will leave my body and continue eternal life after what is laughably thought of as my demise (or my death). This ‘something’ is indistinguishable from God.

And I am not better than anyone else. This something indistinguishable from God is inside each and every one of us, regardless of creed, heritage, culture, doctrinal certainties, skin colors, sex, species, etc and anon.

That’s it.

Simple.

That’s me.

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To parse my recent spiritual insight a little more I will go on for a bit more. Those steamed vegetables and rice really put me in a good pensive serene mood, actually.

So, this part of me that is indistinguishable from God . . .

I said, of course, that this same part belongs to everyone, regardless of a whole number of varying qualifiers. That would make it relative by definition. It applies, too, to everyone no matter where you might stick your wick or what other things you might get up to with or without a wick, be they satisfying and/or celebratory or be they unsatisfying, disturbing and/or shameful.

And it is the same. By same I do mean an intricately connected quantum spirit cosmic sameness that very few can experience or would acknowledge. No matter. It is not matter. It doesn’t matter. It doesn’t amount to matter. It is transcendent to matter. (So what if it did?)

And I can relate to this with a couple of life experience examples. It is the same indistinguishable part in me that is/was in my friend who occasionally would be distraught and desperately grasp for the key to spirituality and recognize it in say, for example, the music of Bono or the spirituality and Church-going seriousness of some other celebrity or other. I could see the struggle surface up, but I couldn’t help. I could never quiet the situation. I could never provide the answer that would quell the unrest. This friend ended up pleading the second upon himself during the holiday season one year. Even after this incident, condemned as this friend most likely is to being a trapped ghost for the remainder of his appointed days of physical life on earth, no matter what reckonings with karma he has collected like my seashell collection, this friend still contains that part which is the same for us all which is indistinguishable from God.

This other person who for fifty years has been probably the only person from Jeanerette who turns out to have been on a wavelength that is truly compatible with my wavelength has remained connected in wavelength though distant and estranged physically for all these years. We have barely even brushed together physically to be clear. This particular friend has committed with all devotion to a personal evangelical relationship with Jesus and more than likely is certain that I am condemned to an eternity of fiery burning in hell because I patently do not commit to such a convoluted arbitrary political thing, still more than likely this said person regularly prays for my redemption in the blood of the Sicilian bargain of ransom brought about in such a graphic and brutal way in the sacrifice of the human. This loving person, too, still contains that part which is the same for us all which is indistinguishable from God.

And I would tell these people and all who might deem to listen that Jesus the person is not Christ the spirit. And our living connection, that eternal part that is indistinguishable from God, connects us all to the radiant spirit of Christ regardless of all other disqualifiers, no matter how eternally deadly serious doctrine might take those active or passive disqualifiers to be.

Excuse me while I kiss the concept of the sky.

We All Live in a Subatomic Dream

Conferring in the middle night morn of not wake ersatz sleep
With Divine Mother, as usual
I was as vast as the universe
Containing multitudes!


Containing I felt all the love which is love
The love in every woman
And I love every woman!
The part of whom, I mean, that is authentic goodness
The tender part I receive as a child
That survives in all no matter how
Abusive or abused the world has conditioned them to be
In cold harsh cruelty of control
In all sustained conditional conditionality
In a predictable practicality of predictability
You can rely upon
The physicality of the all-too-material world, that is.

Multitudes!  Multitudes of love cascading into gratitude!

And the love hidden in males too, for that matter
Though this is so much more severely fractured and divided
Fragmented and guarded with a ferocity of meanness
Staid adherence to a poorly-signaled standard, creed or code
Meant failure explained in condescending contradiction doctrine
Cold, a moraine under a glacier of mistrust and misunderstanding
Hard herd heard. Unseen
Except the glimmer in the ones like broken doors
That don’t close all the way
And stay always in some broken state ever ajar a bit
A glimmer of light ever shows
An old-fashioned joy

Multitudes! Multitudes of love cascading into gratitude!

And with these multitudes; the vast universe
Me. Me and the universe as one
I went into a dream
A subatomic dream
And the subatomic microcosm contained the universe all!
Multitudes all!
Big big small small
The universe all!
Multitudes all!

So dream big in this subatomic way
you eternal youth of ever now!










What is Not the Stranger

Every personality is a has been
as been
has been
as has been
conditioned
by the world
to hide
what is not of the world

This what is not
this spark of divinity
is hidden
as if locked away
in the deepest vault
of the deadest sleep

Far off
at the far vast end of a putrid swamp
impossible dog guarded
unbeknowing unbeknownst

And all of even the vaguest
of organized structure
conspire
to maintain
this burial state