"Islamophobia"?...Or Christianitophobia?

Friend, do the elementary equation, it's not complicated if you turn down the noise - and listen.
If one adheres exactly to Islamic Shari'a, to Qur'an, follows the Hadiths and the Sunna, actually emulates and imitates Prophet Muhammad according to Sirra, i.e., makes that one's exact role model: you will come up with...ISIS. Capisce?

If one adheres to Christian Teaching as laid out in the Gospels and the Epistles, and if one emulates, imitates and takes as one's actual role model Jesus Christ, one arrives at quite something else - reflecting into this world, one's total environment, and all one's relationships: Love, joy, grace, politically incorrect and effortlessly persuasive compassion and lovingkindness toward all sentient life - toward believer or unbeliever or disbeliever; toward man, woman or child; toward nature and toward animals.

So...which is it - which will you accept, which reject., for which be the apologist, for which the champion, or which defend (possibly with your own life)?

Your choice, your decision. Capisce?

A note to those no doubt finding me "heartless":

ON THE SAME DAY as the Christchurch matter made "BreakingNews", the exact same number of Nigerian Christians in a Nigerian church were slaughtered in a far bloodier and hands-on manner than what you all saw in the Christchurch video - which I did, and studied - but no "BreakingNews" by the Left-driven globalist international media. Certainly not the BBC or CNN or MSNBC, certainly not the German either.

Whereas much, very much, speaks for the Christchurch attack being a staged FalseFlag - not necessarily faked deaths or casualites, although for me the jury is still out on just that, but STAGED - from the shootings and whereabouts to the video itself to the "Manifesto" to the "perpetrator(s)" to the automatic and conspicuously pre-arranged "Reaction" by all elite entities of government, media, state services, lobbies, NGOs, etc. - not the "usual suspects", dear friends:  the usual culprits and accomplices.

What occurred simultaneously in Nigeria, on the other hand:

a) happens regularly there and all across the regions dominated by "The-Religion-Of-Peace", some more and some less, but nonetheless so. Brutally, bloodily, and as a matter of course, whether IS, Boko Haram, or just locally living out the dictates of Islamic ethnic cleansing according to the Prophet's example and his legacy - through being hacked to death with machetes, shot, beheaded, crucified, raped or carried off as well, decimated on a regular basis;

b) does NOT get so much as a fraction of mention in the above-mentioned Liberal Press or TV, none by the Democrats, none by the German Bundestag (EXCEPT by AfD, and very much so). No oddly professional videos made and posted with such curious technical planning and yet so full of remarkable inconsistencies with its intended narrative.  And the fact that Iraqi and Syrian IS-sympathizing Muslims had painted the letter N on Christian houses and doorways to enable IS-jihadis to better find their victims for slaughter went unreported by the mainstream Left and remained that way ever since;

c) does NOT get the recognition or reaction it deserves, BECAUSE it is the slaughter of CHRISTIANS, and that wouldn't fit into the plan for Islamisation of the West, indoctrination into Dhimmtude and the classically incompatible complicity of the Left (with its openly-and-denied socialist agenda) with exactly that very historic conquest and domination by Islam over the Christian West which everyone today tries to deny while likewise abetting, and for which the Left will hang, as always happens once Shari'a has taken hold.

So if I come off as "heartless" over Christchurch, while everyone is rushing to don their hijabs - but never a cross - the way swastikas were once hung out of every window all over Gemany in 1933-45 - gotcha on your own favorite "beware-fascism" image there, didn't I... - consider how cynical it is of yourselves to BUY IN to the propaganda EVERY TIME and suck it up. When will you all

...WAKE UP?!

Coming, Going, Being

My two cents – for some no sense, for some nonsense, and others may become incensed., but that's alright with me.

With all due respect, I find there is a plethora of EndTimes-addicts and Revelations-junkies, which is their business to pursue as they wish. It may be that this or that prophecy of old, or these or those verses of the Old or New Testament canons, unduly impress for reasons which fail to inspire me. They may be impressive, but the key word here is: unduly.

My earlier experiences with people concerning their entire attention to faith vis-à-vis the evils of others, and with escaping the latter by getting tickets to The Rapture or just by Getting to Heaven altogether – is that what they tend to be taught in their Bible circles appears quite overweight in the Headroom, and altogether lean in the spiritual impulse of Heart. My later and current occasional contact with those hooked on this, on depreciating this world for some other - of which they're so certain - is that they miss out entirely on the purpose of this one and think and speak in one dimension only, maybe two. But not three – and four is strictly out - when I've encountered such simplistic absolutes in grown adults.

I'm not disparaging here, but challenging. I sometimes tell those at my workplace who just can't get through the shift fast enough and be done with it: "We don't come to work to get home, we come – to work." And you didn't become Human to go to Heaven. At the age of five, out playing with my mates, I suddenly had a re-call: that we are there, we are in it, we need only to acknowledge it and have it in our consciousness, it never left us.

Why are you here, why did you take form in a Human life? To get somewhere else? To go to Heaven? What will you do when you get there – if you weren't satisfied being here in this world, why would you be satisfied there, why? If that were where you should be, why did you leave it – providing you actually know, as you claim what Heaven is, what it is like, so to speak. Or is this all some bad accident, a dream you can't handle? It is a dream, but it is real while you are in it. Do you know that you came from there, and it is already your destination and your destiny – so why sweat it? Your sweat is needed here, and your ease and repose, your faith is needed most here. Are you an investor, or a lover of God - which is it?

One doesn't have to be a Buddhist to be a bodhisattva, many Buddhists aren't, and many bodhisattvas aren't necessarily Buddhists either. We just have the term from there. If this world were a house burning to the ground, the Seekers of Heaven would already be on the next train out. The bodhisattva would be in that goddamned house getting every last sentient Being possible – man, woman, child, pet, livestock – outa there, he'd be singed and coughing, but taking any intelligent measures to save those lives.

If it's Heaven you're wanting, without knowing the dimensions of its penetration in this very world you reject, you're just in it for yourself – a shadow-self which is still petty and wanting. Easy answers, easy concepts, easy presumptions, all there on the pages in black and white. Saved/unsaved, heaven/hell, rapture-and-revelations/sin-and-judgment. A Muslim can do the same with Qur'an – and does.

Never heard of grace? Being good, living the good life, good works, won't take you safely over when you do go, memorizing and quoting Scripture also not. Fitting in, sitting in, going or not going to the right church. Definitions definitely not. Head head head, talk talk talk, think think think.

Nicodemus knew about all that. Christ told him, "How 'bout that wind, eh? It listeth where it will, one knoweth not from wence it came, nor whither it goeth – such are those born in the spirit." Or to the Samaritan woman at the well, "God is a spirit, and will be worshipped in spirit."

Life in this body is good. Life in this world is good. It all came from Him, it all goes back to Him. To a lover of God this is already clear.

 

Jihadi In Paradise

A Jihadi had just fallen to a Kurdish round to the head, his IS days were over, he had fought the good fight and was due his promised reward as shahid, as martyred witness to the expansion of the world's fastest goring religion. He had sliced and diced his way through half of Iraq and parts of Syria. He had hanged or crucified children, beheaded Christian and Yezidi captives, raped and sold and bought more women captives – children as well, boys included – than he could count, pillaged and burned, tortured or sodomized animals, prayed five times a day, pulled guard duty, punished slackers and backsliders, shot doubters or deserters, gunned down defenseless men, women and children of all ages and in any condition. And now he was dead.

He found himself in a room enclosed without walls, a silent throbbing space without definition, a place between places, a waystation if you will between that last expired breath and a tense feeling of expectation without a hint of what may transpire. He was visited by a smiling bearded brother in white who greeted him with all Muslim courtesies, bringing him tea. The air carried a pungeant sweetness which aroused nausea. Distant cries coming from the mouths of all his victims reached his ears, yet appeared to be trapped in reverberation within his own skull, and then receded. The brother playing host, or guide in this afterlife moment, reassured him with an odd smile and lightly veiled glance, "Don't worry, that'll all pass, you're about to enter paradise for your witness to Allah's cause and His Prophet, pieces and blasphemy be upon him. Relax, sit back, and I'll show you what awaits you, my brother."

At this he waved his hand: and the surrounding atmosphere opened into a panoramic scenario of our young, bloody, bearded jihadi zealot himself, putting on female garments and cosmetics, his own bodily form transforming into soft curves as he sensed his testosterone count ebbing away, his male pride given over to a narcotically induced stupor of trapped surrender of all resistance. He felt himself resembling a woman or a cute lad. The brother gestured with a light grin to a gate opening from seemingly nowhere, as in strode a horde of some fifty, maybe seventy, perhaps indeed 72, of the most bestially sweaty, bearded, blood-bedecked, unwashed and drunkenly laughing jihadi warriors he had ever encountered even in his own such existence on earth. They leered at him and waited, held at bay by with the raised finger of his brother-guide, circling like hyenas with a wild lust in their eyes which made him quite uncomfortable.

"Brother," explained the guide, "you did study your Qur'an and you do recall reciting with great anticipation those lines you'd been recruited with, from the Surat-al-waaqi'a, the sura of 'The Event', did you not?" And he recited for him in the manner of all Qur'an schools:

وَحُورٌ عِينٌ

كَأمْثَالِ اللُّؤْلُؤِ الْمَكْنُونِ

جَزَاء بِمَا كَانُوا يَعْمَلُونَ

"And fair females with wide, lovely eyes,
Like pearls in shells.
A Reward for what they used to do."

"Yes!" replied our dead jihadi, "Of course I did – and I'm expecting my due, when do I get that?"
"Oh, but wait, just another moment, my brother," the guide said, encouraging him with a pat on his now limp hand, "it will come – you recall the passage afterward, yes?" And he continued:

وَفُرُشٍ مَّرْفُوعَةٍ

إِنَّا أنشَأنَاهُنَّ إِنشَاء

فَجَعَلْنَاهُنَّ أبْكَارًا

عُرُبًا أتْرَابًا

"And endeared women.
Indeed, We created them of a novel creation.And made all of them virgins.
Loving their husbands and of equal age, fluent, and sweet of tongue."

"Yes, yes!" moaned our dead jihadi, "but what's happening with me, I feel so different!"

"You have been chosen, dear brother jihadi, my shahid," replied the guide grinning more fiercely, and this fierceness ran pretty close to the fierceness of this pissy-breathing horde of very horny looking students of Islamic traditions as it inched ever closer. "Chosen as a bride, chosen as a virgin for these jihadis, your fellow warriors, in the afterlife awaiting you."

"But..but..."
"But what, my glorious brother?"
"But I'm supposed to receive my 72 virgins to pleasure me in paradise, to do with them as I will, to have my way with them! This has been vouchsafed me!"

"Well," replied the guide, "not quite – you see, as it turns out, you will be privately raped in every possible manner you ever – or even never – imagined possible, by these very ones, this insatiably hungry mob of 72 of the ugliest jihadis we could muster, without a letup and for eternity. Or what will seem to you like an eternity, and this is their due, to do with you as they please and as often as they please. Allah is merciful, and just."

"What! THAT IS NOT WHAT IS WRITTEN!" protested the dead jihadi, "Allah has promised...!" – but his protests were in vain, you see.

"Ahhha," anwered the guide with a wide leering grin and a wild spark of sadistic coldness in his eyes, flashing out at the helpless dead jihadi. "I'm afraid YOU overlooked the main recurring clause there, my friend – YOU did not read the fine print!" And he recited once more, before giving him over to his fate:

  وَمَكَرَ اللَّهُ ۖ وَاللَّهُ خَيْرُ الْمَاكِرِينَ

"...And Allah is the best of schemers."

Hurry Shari'a

With the help of so many Gutmenschen,
and the complacency of populations,
there's no hope in EU-rope, scarcely needs mention:
Islamisation and the long-planned death of nations

will take its toll through the onset of New Order –
something we've heard before and then it's forgotten.
With bromides of "Never again!" to remove the last border,
and forge wars to ensure chaos, enforce without pardon

appeasement sans dissent toward "The-Religion-Of-Peace".
Tolerance an ersatz religion of political correctness,
now: curry favor with Qur'anic designs to extend its reach
of a Seventh-Century Bedouin form of clan jurisprudence.

Democracy which had its cradle here and the Enlightenment's fame,
are destined for the kafir's fate, to pay jizza, under Muslim coalition
welcomed through subterfuge, Parliamentsful, to Europe's shame –
but toward our enrichment, this demographic jihad: farewell, native traditons.

Can this be stopped, or is it as inevitable as it is wanted?
A culture which can't get along with itself should get along now with whom?
Arbiter of "peace" seeking always to dominate; supremacist demands unfailingly flaunted:
At this rate, my friends, the prognosis seems certain – civilisation appears to be doomed.

Reformation Day

For all non-Catholic Germans, i.e., German Protestants, Reformation Day is akin to our 4th of July. The excesses of the Roman Church were confronted by Luther, calling for reform and a return to Christianity’s most sacred and valued roots. He had but this in mind, written into 95 blazing talking-points. He called out the Pope and challenged the brazen authority of Rome in questions weighing in for the authority of the original Message and Teachings. He translated the Bible into the German of his day, so that the already literate or learning no longer had to rely on the priest’s Latin. He brought the Word into the home.

What came of this exceeded Luther’s own intentions, a break with Rome and the birth of a fully new denomination which would establish itself in the Christian world. (A discussion of Protestant-Catholic wars has no more place in this short accolade of mine, than does remembering our American Independence Day from British rule necessarily merit a diatribe over American history with its wars and conflicts since. The operating word here is: Reformation.)

Reformation is the oft and wishfully expressed conception of a future for the much courted ideology calling itself “The-Religion-Of-Peace” (TROP). Wistfully considered of course by moderate Muslim neighbors when you ask them, and by Western academics who will not consult with the Ex-Muslims, nor consider seriously the Hadiths and the Sunna of Muhammad as handed down through history by universally undisputed sources such as Bukhari and Muslim chiefly, and some others. These pundits of today, in the universities, in the media, in politics, in friendship-societies - will not look history in the eye, 14 centuries of it. They should, though.

They will not pay attention to the sheikhs and scholars and Salafi imams making unmistakeably clear for the public in Arabic with subtitles, or in plain English or German, that a Reformation of TROP means one thing only, allowing for no contradiction: to push the limits at all times and anywhere, everywhere, toward world domination by TROP - be it by jihad, be it by infiltration and takeover, be it by riding the population flood into a fatally naive and welcoming Europe (driven by Brussels and led by Germany under Merkel).

For in Qur’an as well as Hadith and Sunna, and throughout history since its inception - the fundamental guidance and practice of TROP is to be understood as directly from God and unalterable, above challenge or criticism or interpretation, and not to be translated from the Arabic ever - notwithstanding that nothing could prevent these from being done or attempted - on pain of being designated for apostasy, stoning, hell-fire and damnation.

Germany today is prepared to loathe itself as a “damned nation” and welcome TROP and its Shari’a into its fold as “one of its own” - the German Protestant Church has entirely taken leave of Luther who is turning in his grave as I write.

Judaism and Christianity understand what reform is, they have grown with the ages. TROP has not and cannot. So long as one means Reformation as we know it.

TROP indeed is going through a Reformation before our eyes however, and it looks like this: Baghdadi. Wahhabbi-Sunni, Da’esh or Islamic State, Caliphate. A Reformation challenging Saudi excesses, challenging its bloody competitors among the Shi’ites, challenging all notions of “moderate-islam” in the Muslim world, promising a return to Caliphate, a return to roots, to the Prophet’s intention, to all that was spelled out in Qur’an, in Sunna, in Hadith.

A Reformation in Christianity means nothing more nor less than just this, as it is all that suffices: Jesus Christ, his sermon on the mount, his guidance to the 12 (okay, minus one) at table before his arrest (John 13-20:all of it).

Yes, yes, I’m afraid there is more at stake on October 31, than just Halloween handouts.

Dedication to the Iraqi Christian Population

I.  As of very recently Mosul, the second largest Iraqi city next to Baghdad, with a history rich with Christian culture and identity dating back nearly two millenia, has now been thoroughly ethnically cleansed of it's some 20 still remaining Iraqi-Jewish families and all Christians including all indications of their existence – this feat was accomplished in record time by the "Islamic State"; children were duly beheaded, men crucified, women killed or raped or sold into bondage, those not murdered and buried (dead or alive) in mass graves have been displaced and are now looking for a route to somewhere. These exemplary Muslims and Guardians of the Faith are the past-masters and mentors to the same Hamas which calculatedly places children and civilians in general right there where IDF rockets would obviously be aimed to take out Hamas tunneling and artillery. The Carrion of the Caliphate are now set to carry on in waves right there in Gaza. And the world is busy calling Israel barbaric.

II.  Now in the course of a remarkably short period: the laying waste of an entire national Culture reflecting Mesopotamian antiquity - and to still greater horror, a pathologically calculated genocide by the "Islamic State," sadistically carried out on the Armenian-speaking Christian Community which dates back nearly two millenia - has now been declared fait-accompli. Through the primitive act of mass beheadings and crucifixions, or enslavement, or forced and permanent exodus, the intended establishment of a New Mesopotamian Caliphate atop the smouldering ruins and corpses of an entire region stretching over Iraq into Syria - and now progressing further, promising to extend its grotesque reach throughout the Middle East - has among many other atrocities, realized its Final Solution to the Aramaic-Christian Question in our own time and under the noses of all world powers. They were well financed in this, and no one ever meant to stop them in their tracks. This 16 minute recorded message is my humble outreach to those exterminated Christians of Iraq, men women and children, and to whomever of their numbers have survived this far, to mourn with them, to embrace them, and - should even one single member or family of their Congregation sometime find this - to lend them some comfort of knowing they are not altogether forsaken.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EvCtDL1zSG8&feature=youtu.be

"...While Hindus, Sikhs, Christians, Parsis and Jews mutually could manage to live all together among one another, with some millions of members of Animist religions, coexisting in relative harmony – there was one religion which could make no compromise and stood apart from the rest: Islam."
(Mahatma Gandhi)

III.  It is sad for me to come to terms with the fact that Islam has within itself, in its very roots, it seems in its very core - contrary to the depth of light and joy which I still to this day experience through dhikr and through hadhrat, and through the whole tapestry of Sufism - that this very Islam, not contrary to its stated precepts but embodying and carrying them out: brings in its wake so much darkness. When the darkness of Nazism spread over Europe, one could not rightly address that darkness without naming it, one could not say "but the Germans are alright, the Nazis are a radical fringe," because ca. 80 million Germans said otherwise! Likewise was Stalin, was Mao, was Pol Pot, no voice of a "radical fringe" but of the entire people concerned - whether by agreement, by acceptance or by coercion is a moot point. Only the Resistance within a people, and be it small or without success, can say "not us, and not with our participation." No one else can say it. In Gaza there is not some "radical fringe" using children for protective shields when the inevitable response to rocket-fire comes in return fire - it is the population, goaded by Hamas, yes, but who'd voted Hamas in almost unanimously. Could have been otherwise, but wasn't. The Salafists who formed ISIS, now IS, are not some weird outsiders, they are not the geeks of Islam, they have awesome funding behind them and supplies from witting or unwitting supporters with clout, and a Muslim population participating - not necessarily with their hearts in it, but bound to participate nonetheless by what - a "radical fringe acting on its own"? - NO, by the Qur'an, the edicts of Islam and a long tradition of this (which peaks in violence annually most ironically during Ramadan). A Syrian-Orthodox nun who appears in a 30 minute video (in German) and tells of her efforts to come to the aid there in Syria, explains that blood from the beheadings is actually being collected in bottles and sent to Saudi Arabia for one, selling for say $100,000 so that buyers may wash their hands in the blood of slaughtered infidels - or are we now seeing something akin to ritualistic human sacrifice which even predates Islam?

IV.  This Arabic letter 'N' painted on a door by Islamic hands indicates the house or business of a "Nazarene" or Christian, targeting that family or that business or that whatever, for death in today's Iraq and Syria, for starters.This is the nun, in Arabic, and it's High Noon for the Salafistic IS, and in Doitch we say, "Nun, was nun, was machen wir?"

And just to get a perspective on how this was possible, who made it possible, who stands to profit:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=oMjXbuj7BPI

I'll stand by any Kuffar.  Let that go on record.

 

Brick of Possibilities

Religion reminds one of a brick.
You take a fine, sturdy, dumb brick.
Paint it in your best hand, make that
Christ or Cross, Krishna or Kabir,
inscribe the entire Qur'an or Torah there,
or Siri Guru Granth Sahib of the Sikhs –
literally, it's all been done.

And it's still a brick, but what a brick!
If you paint on it that which binds you
with your most sincerely cherished Love,
then please do it, I'll weave garlands with you
and we'll place them there together.

Knowing that a brick is a brick,
we'll contemplate together and open our hearts
to what's creatively imaged into that brick;
knowing that as what was painted came from within,
so is the very Love and Source being depicted –
and the intimate Knowledge of That – entirely within,
to be merely, albeit strongly, reminded, directed there again.

But shall this be the brick of Cain or of Cathedral?
The brick of Egypt or of the Bridge which bonds us
in mutual sovereignty?

If it's to whack another in the chops or break windows
or be more bric-à-brac to keep you off-track –
then we have a problem, then a brick really is just a brick.

Let each have their brick most suitable or exchange them –
you can't exchange the Self anyway, there is only one of That.
Yes, a brick's a brick – but oh, what a fine looking brick indeed!

Tears Of Love

Sufism says, “God is your lover, not your jailer“ - and means it and practices it. Islam has proven time and again to prefer it the other way around. Religion is in every other case I know of - more or less, yet quite frankly when you look at its core: about freedom, not dictatorship. The Muslim mentality tends strongly toward subjection to the latter, coupled most unfortunately with that peculiar combination of projected victim-status with delusions-of-supremacy, and with subterfuge to boot, such as was exceptionally witnessed in the Germany of the '30s and '40s. It pains me most severely to even put this into so many words, but it has to be done, come what may. Is there another religion I haven't heard of in our generation, in this century, where you can be murdered with impunity for merely leaving it, or converting to another, or satirizing or exercising critical analysis of it?

The darkness of so much Church history had entirely inhibited my early life from trustingly approaching the New Testament. The light of Swamis had made it not only approachable but readable, sparklingly clear. I cannot open the Gospels or the Epistles without being choked with tears of rejoicing at the clarity of what I see presented. How that escapes others I no longer know, I guess they were out when the Swamis came by. When Suras from the Qur'an were recited during ceremonies of those lovers of God and of Hu-man-kind, the same tug at my chest occurred, the same tears flowed, the mind became also still. I guess the Sufis know something Muslims don't – it causes them to sing, it moves them to turn about, it makes them wild with a fiercely fine light in their eyes, their hearts soaked with love, not dried up with clichéed theo-ideology.

Tears of Love

There is a movement, and a rest -
something like a cough suppressed,
a wringing, wrenching sensation in my chest.

Old tissue proves all too worn,
a breaking through this, and it's torn,
breaking forth from the heart, and born

like a dervish in the Sema room -
this itself so like a rose in bloom -
opening into the Turn, consumed

by that which words cannot express:
but tears which on these cheeks so press
like water in the wilderness

do Love justice as no other.
Sovereign love for one another
draws warmest smile from that Divine Mother.

Woman Rising

A male ultra-orthodox Jew would tell me:  that if a woman so much as touches him he has to do ablutions again or he can't perform his prayers, or lay hand on a Torah or a Talmud.

A male orthodox Muslim would likewise tell me:  that if he so much as touched a woman he also has to repeat the ablutions before he can orient himself toward Mecca and perform his prayers, or even lay hand on a Qur'an.

I would reply to both:  that if I've touched a woman I no longer need ablutions, and if a woman has touched me I can skip the prayers altogether.

The common root for the Arabic "compassionate" and "merciful" is the word WOMB, and it is no accident or coincidence that the cleft in the big cubic Ka'aba holding the sacred black stone for so many centuries, still kissed by throngs of worshippers, strongly resembles a YONI.

The orthodox male is terrified not merely of the power of a woman or of her sexuality - he is terrified of her divinity.  Terrified enough to regard her as "weaker," as second order, and as the sexual trap reflecting his own underdeveloped, unevolved ego - so that she remains for him "sexual" in order that he can "master" that in her.  (She becomes for him:  master-bait.)  So he cloisters her or throws a burka over her, beats or brutalizes or humiliates her, owns her or pimps her, or keeps her barefoot and pregnant, or shoots her or pours acid on her, or marries her off to the nearest cousin.  Anything but see a partner in her - and why?  Because he is "God" - and naturally "God hath no partners"...

The relegating of woman to second or third class citizen in the Name of God will wind up in the dustbin of history, and we will even see women standing in the Catholic pulpits as they once had done among the very earliest Christians - this or the Vatican will crumble once and for all.

The Aquarian Age has arrived.

Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?

Just read a synopsis of  "The Tree of Life," with Pitt'n'Penn., I may see it when it comes out.

It gave a jog to what I'm always trying to point out.  No one has "left."  We still hold up "God" as "Other" and there's the rub.  It's not that He has "forsaken" us in our suffering.  That IS the suffering, this "Otherness" which we've bought into, the "Otherness" of the "God" of religion.  It's not even that we're "a part of" Him.  A part of something can be severed, cut away.  Then you are apart.  This is ALL in the mind, not in Reality at all.  In the mind that may be real indeed, and out of this bizarre Ignorance massive destruction can be visited by people on other people.  Yet "in Him we live and move and have our Be-ing."  We're not forsaken, we've only forgotten.

If God Alone exists, either "you" don't (correct), and you are the illusion or dream or fantasy - or else, you are in and of Him, neither a part nor apart (also correct) - the rest is developing your Relation-ship with That.  Be that through your religion or whateveryoucallit, you are divine in your humanity.

Now I just read again where the great (physicist par excellence) Steven Hawkings is not afraid of his eventual death and is a declared scientific atheist.  Well and good, he says of course we have to stand on our own two feet (neither of which he has, but that's beside the point) and take responsibility for our own destiny.  Good advice, no argument there, but the problem is that with all their certainty people who hold to a notion (it is only a notion) of "a-theism" run aground sooner or later on those very existential issues which they cannot escape.  No one on earth is born without parents.  And God is our Mother and our Father (fine, call it my notion).

Or it's like being in a room full of oxygen and claiming you don't need that to breathe, sounds silly but fitting - it is like that.

Yet even Hawkings, I read in the article, grants at least a "God-Something" as being behind the ordered chaos of the Grand Combustion we see in the Universe and all these heavenly bodies and principles coming into manifestation.  So where's that leave one?

It's exactly the religious or believing who get bent out of shape over being "forsaken" when tragedy occurs, when lives fall apart, when unbearable loss is forced upon one, when murder and mayhem reign.  Everyone can forsake you and leave you out in the cold, God cannot do that, where would He "go"?

What all the "Divine Messengers of Humanity" (who were all mystics, which only simply means they had direct and conscious, unbroken experience of God) said in one form or another, and what I find most beautifully expressed in Qur'an or by Muhammad or both, whatever:  is that God is nearer to one than one's jugular vein, nearer to one than one's own breath.

Not that you'll find a Muslim who believes that, any more than you'll find the average Christian who grasps Jesus Christ, or a Jew who knows this any better.

Consider a light bulb.  You have a thin, tender little wire in there, you could snap it by just shaking or dropping the bulb without even breaking the glass.  Bummer, shit happens.  But when the juice is turned on there's an electric current permeating that wire.  That gives out a light which fills the bulb, and this being glass, illuminates the whole room.  So you can find those keys you left laying around somewhere.

I would gladly, gently remind any who wants to know "Where was God when..." - Go into that bulb of yours, study that wire, give it your loving consideration, and don't "think" about the electricity in the house, that's been taken care of, just hit the switch and leave it on.

Forsaken?  Switch on the juice, it was always there and never left you.

Love is the key.

Muslim sein / Being a Muslim

Muslim sein

Ich möchte doch kein Muslim sein,

ich esse lieber manchmal Schwein,

und trink' dazu ein Glas Rotwein –

mein Herz bleibt trotzdem ehe rein.

(Schaut Gott im Herzen oder Magen?)

Ich kenn' mein' Bibel und Qur'an,

mir doch egal ob Ramadan,

ob Jom Kippur, ob Weihnachten –

mein Glauben kommt doch eh gut dran.

Ich bete um das Gut' in uns,

und voller Freud' zum allen Gunst,

das Leben ist ein' wahre Kunst.

(So lehrte Buddha die Welt einst.)

Heresie und Tradition,

Katholisch auch und Protestant,

jed' Gottes-Dienst in mir vereint –

denn ich weiß, Gott kennt kein' Feind.

Warum habt ihr kein' Humor?

Habt im Herzen ein Tumor?

Allein die Liebe, heißt das Tor!

Was habt ihr wirklich Bess'res vor?

Richtet nicht, beurteilt nicht,

Mitmenschlisches eu'r wahre Pflicht –

glaubt mir, Gott lässt kein' im Stich –

im Demut findet man das Licht.

Das Licht in jedem einzeln Dasein,

Mensch und Tier (ja, Rind' und Schwein),

Baum, Gewässer, Berg und Bächlein –

in jedem Auge, sucht den Lichtschein!

Wonach ihr sucht, woran ihr spuckt,

liegt im Herz' – geht hin und guckt.

Ein Spiegel ist die Welt – eur' Gluck

liegt drin ganz klar und unbeschmückt.

Dogma und Ideologie

schürt nur weiter Idiotie –

Jungfrau'n im Paradies ein' Phantasie –

denn Gott allein macht satt wie nie.

S.Inayat-Chisti, ca. 00.30., 20.4.11

Being Muslim

I do not wish to be a Muslim,

I'd rather sometimes eat pork,

and drink red wine with that -

my heart remains clean anyway in spite of it.

(Does God look into our heart or our stomach?)

I know my Bible and Qur'an,

it's all the same to me, whether Ramadan,

or Yom Kippur or Christmas -

my faith is none the worse for it.

I pray for the lovingkindness in ourselves,

and joyfully so for the good of all,

living is truly an art.

(So taught Buddha to the world once.)

Heresy and tradition,

Catholic too and Protestant,

every form of worship is unified in me,

because I know that God knows no enemy.

Why don't you have any (sense of) humor?

Have you got a heart tumor?

Love alone is the gate!

What better have you got to offer?

Don't judge, don't divide,
shared humanity is your real duty -
trust me on this, God doesn't leave anyone on a limb -
in humility one finds the light.

The light in every single Being,
human and animal (yeah, cattle and pigs),
tree, water, mountain and brook -
in every eye seek that light!

Whatever you seek, whatever you spit at,
lies in the heart - go there and look.
The world is a mirror - your happiness
lies therein totally clear and unembellished.

Dogma and ideology
stir up only idiocy -
Virgins in Paradise a fantasy -
for God alone satisfies like nothing else.