Showing posts with label hell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hell. Show all posts

Sunday, February 21, 2016

" . . . Who Art In Heaven"

 

In one breath drawn you can know Him,
in one breath, on each breath, if you can train your mind
to concentrate without ego and without thought of "egolessness".
Just you be – and breathe. Love will teach.

Do you see that cosmos, with all its vast power?
It's all show, but a reflection of His infinity.
Your puny insignificant form against That
is precisely the very love-vessel into which
He will pour all that infinity, when by His grace
you have attained to the potential for which
you took birth, however many Human births it takes.

Would you for one moment hold That enormous love for you
in the pearl of your heart, in the flame of your belly,

in the long intoned chord of your soul, the sound of the Name.
"Shem" is Name, "Shemaya" is Heaven: the Realm of Name.

What you call mind will never come close to comprehending,
as it predates your birth and is your Source.
It is not for you to comprehend but to re-member,

and still not comprehend – yet remembering, embody.
To remember is to know this love is with you, 
whatever the idiot others reflect back at you – there are no others,
there is but this: you are loved by That, as you come from it.

And there you return, for it postdates your passing from this life.
You want to fixate on heaven-and-hell? ... Knock yourself out,

you cannot eat them, they will not nourish but leave you empty,
in hunger and loss and fear and wishful delusion, doubt and abandonment.
How will you treat others then, how will you treat yourself?

Look at That! When you know that you are loved by Him,
and heir to that love, whom will you fear – here or there or hereafter?
Behold That and become full with it, gorge yourself on that love,
there is energy no sport-drink will ever give you, you will feel fresh
in your Body, this little Human Body of atoms and molecules and cells
all feeding on that conscious intelligent breath taking in all that love.

Claim your sovereign heritage, bring the universe into your own house.

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Sunday, December 20, 2015

Rewards and Punishments

When you are sovereign in knowing that you are naught – your dignity
doesn't lie in recognition from this world's company, you can relax
and just love.

Evangelical Christians and loyal adherents of "The-Religion-Of-Peace"
are so hell-bent on seeing to it that heaven or paradise await them after death.
I could care less. God's sovereign Presence is my heaven here and now.

The zealous and the not-so-zealous may sell
their own loved ones to avoid hell. To hell with this shit,
I say, and if a rabbi tells me it's just a "long sleep" I guess I'll pass.

I've slept long enough in my lifetime, I'm staying awake for this.
So wish me to hell, I don't care – I carry God's love in my heart
and in my marrow, where I am doesn't matter, this will never abandon me.

Wishing everyone a beautiful and a blessed Fourth Advent.




Sunday, October 5, 2014

My Afterlife

Okay, so the way I view The Afterlife goes sort of as follows: "Heaven" is a retirement home for the pious, where they can be served cocktails and energy drinks and play shuffle-board and shoot the shit. "Hell" is where you find slaughterers of families for religion's sake and folks who've stoned women and beheaded children.

Then my number comes up and I'm asked, "Did you practice your Faith?" Come what may, I'll answer yes. For which I'll get a knuckle-rub on my scalp and asked what I want, at which juncture I'll take a pass on heaven, and request that I be suited up with fresh juice and a song in my heart - no halos - and sent back to work wherever They find most suitable.

When asked why, I'll say, "Lord, I just want to be where you'll make best use of me. If there's something to 'get' I want everyone to 'get it' before I'm done." The Lord grins and gives me a dutch rub and a kick in the seat, on to my next assignment.   . . .

Or, it could all look different than this of course, and I'll just have to wait to find out after I've passed the 150 mark after all.