Personal Update

Who do I Believe In? Books! (an update on my life)

 

I'm a book worm. I evolved from one anyway. I eat their souls now rather than their paper medium. Unless I am committing a sacred vow to my flesh: then I will pulp and swallow a glyph of magic on a piece of paper. Like bubble gum, parts of them stay in our digestive track for twenty years. I told a friend the intestines are the world servant. Alexander conquered the world and died because he cut his thread, the guardian knot, instead of untying it. Secret this: every single string, even cut, has an invisible gossamer between the two. String is eternal. Atropos didn't know this fatal fact. The part of you your mother owns forever she will take back, in reverse of all the things you did in this life before a death, and she will take a tax for every layer of life, every cut string, so long as you are still bothering to die. You need not of course. My translation of the Gospel of Thomas has Jesus say rightly, "whomsoever discovers the secret meaning of these sayings shall never taste death." I got to the bottom of Jesus.

Some people say I pick on him but that's just to wake you sleepers up. I learned all from him. He bowed to me, I stepped on his back, and climbed up the next rung. Who was Emerson. Then Nietzsche. Then Kenneth Burke. I am returning now to celebrate the eternal life of my friend, Piers Anthony, whose Xanth series, in the person and seed of "Heaven Cent" arrived in the hands of this little monster – for I blamed myself for my parents divorce, I am a monster, and became obsessed with all the monsters of the world … well Dolph the main character can change into any monster he wants. That is his magical talent. And he attracts a lot of sexy adult women. He was a child of nine. Same as me when I found that book, or Anthony Found me out. Thirty some years prior. Wow!

Jillian bought me a Monster Manual for Christmas. I am studying it tonight while listening to music. All these monsters exist in some dimension or plane of reality, for facts and fictions are both etymologically "fashioned things" and as everything that exists also exists within me, I am the dungeon of a bestiary of beasts, every mythological creature to ever exist. I remember my childhood now! I LOVED this stuff.

Wrote a letter to Piers now that I am for a moment smiling and up. Before I fall back into sleep and depression. Writing what I can. Tongue is on fire with the burning dove and robin red breasts phoenix of my every song. That snail in the shell, its skull, the snail my tongue, with his antennas that hear so many vibrations, the inspiration called telepathy, for ever world ever described in a novel or religion actually exists … but I am more tired then I sound.

Natalie my first born and most successful child, aspiring goddess, special needs for special being, is being honored with a reward of student of the month. Tomorrow at one, I will join her. Am I the only who sees the goddess she soon will reveal herself to be? What is called a curse or worse by those in hell is the trembling of an angel before she falls up into the sky as a deity of the greatest heights. I see through her disguise. I am honored she chose me and Sherry of all people to be her parents. I hope one day to be worthy of you. Remember me! Bring me too!

I am reading Piers Anthony's latest Xanth novel, Three Novel Nymphs. Reading the monster manual from Lama Jamyang Jigmy (silly Jilly). I will send out a valentines song on the fourteenth. A song for my wives Jillian and Sherry, the same person in different lifetimes.

Going to see they might be giants in April with good friend Anna. Lots to look forward to. I love the moments I am up. When I am down?

But what is darkness but light we are blind to? Every black hold is actually a white whole when seen from above rather than below. With higher eyes, every happy moment of our lives was with an angel or god joining us. Enthusiasm! AMA, I am ecstatic with my existence today! My spring and summer came a little early this year. Did some spring cleaning today.

I keep my todo filled. The busy bee forgets her sorrows! And lives in a room layered in golden sweetness. True Gold. Edible Gold. The heart of the lion is a comb of honey, for within the strong honey-blonde lion such sweetness … so sweet. I Daniel in the lions den, this area, with all those sunny golden honey lions sleeping next to me, often in the forms of the two cats, Mouth and Munch AMA gave our house … but I am laughing! I feel childish and alive today. I am naked as a tot with the One I Love in another plane of being. This lower body feels their bliss. Every layer of existence bleeds into the next. From hell, the government is a failure, world news is a terror, this obscene MAYA of mere seem. When you put on my AMA goggles, you will see that every terror, every obscenity, ever injustice, is a loving beautiful act of god … Her name is Comos, beauty, and Whitman, who is what Odin became when he emanated himself in the states, well, he told us Americans we must all be a KOSMOS. He ought to know. Odin's twin is Ymir, Tuiso, twin, he sacrificed his mortal side and made a universe of it. God and Giants. So we all are. The body is a giant. Mattria. The heart is a God. AMA. Ymir comes back to be Loki, just Odin again, his shadow being.

I could explain these myths all day. The Christian and Hebrew too, the Indian, the Norse. And I myself write myths I don't share with you. I write about eight more times than I share!

Take care, Caretaker!

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"Usury"

Usury

 

God is Just. Ma-at balances all. Her laws are the original for the ten commandments. She is Lady Justice, as we imagine her on the scale, and Daniel the prophet learned from her his vision of a last Judgment. Like circumcision, and monotheism itself, the Jews learned this FROM the Egyptians. Not OUR Egypt. The extensive records we have fully intact mention nothing whatsoever of the fantastical and exaggerated stories of the Bible. We could call it pure fiction, lala land, the land of nod (dreams), and so other dimensions seem to us. That is, our Jews are aliens. As we all are. From a parallel universe. Surely, Yahweh wished his line, which he himself had sex with Eve to make Cain, and Adam made Seth after his own image, these are scripturally precise passages. The Jews wont to put there seed around ever star and upon ever piece of sand, which at our level looks like a planet.

Joseph ascended to great fame through no worth of his own. Yahweh made him "lucky" as Tinsdale rightly translated the word, and it really means "handsome" or "charming." He used his power of divination to usuriously tax all surrounded nations. Inside trading. He would know about the seven years and seven years. This, my friends is cheating, even if, ESPECIALLY if a god gets involved. Therefore, the Jews had to pay back what they STOLE from Egypt. Hence the slavery of the Jews. Fully deserved. They had to pay their due.

So, Usury, the BETE NOIR of Ezra, who in is mantic and ecstatic revelations in his Radio Speeches, which literary critic Howard Bloom recommends people first read, spoke in mania, for the poet was like all poets bipolar, and the US put him in bedlam against the law, illegally inturned for twelve years. Ezra never broke down. Never apologized. But in his old age, he felt guilty and repentant. So it seems! He died with one blue eye open: a wink, and window in to the REAL magic he has done, and how the States OWE him much more than they will ever be able to pay.

I will say more later.

Every dollar we earn is invested with our power and love, care, or crea. Everything you own will come back to you. If it ever leaves, it brings more back to you. Giving to the poor is the true inside deal. Giving away everything without exception is the way to be actually rich. Not rich in friends, rich in love, rich in God's supposed blessing. I mean, you are sending your people out to conquer the world. Some of those servants you give 500 will earn 500 more. Some you give a dollar two, they bury it in the ground. The rich get richer, the poor get poorer. What you own will always come back to you with greater wealth for you to own. If you wrap your mana in jars, the maggots will get them. Bread, the breadwinners money, is blood, and must keep circulating. As you spend it out, it REMAINS yours. Blood and money are literally one thing. If you squint. If you see through the lie of common sense and the obvious.

In the grand scheme of thing, nobody can steal, nobody can steal the truth and lie, nobody can disguise their actual ugliness. God is Just. Maat, Lady Justice, balances all. And the "Final Judgment" happens in fact every single day!

As for Ezra, one day I will introduce him to you. He is a part of the literary tree of our genius of American genealogy: Cotton Mathers, the founding fathers, the oversoul with his blue eyes the ocean in the sky, Emerson, and everybody who learns from him. A line. A tradition. An unbreakable chain of being. We have a hook in heaven. Emerson through that hook into the eye of heaven. His leavened bread takes the fall afflatus down for those who know how to dine on heavenly loaves of heavenly bread, the AMA-inspired divine books written by our own American Fathers.

Pound for Pound, we shall have him!

The Body of Influence

The Body of Influence

 

 

From "The Allays of Master Play"

 

The Body of Heaven is like a Master who told each of her servants to build her a home. The lazy one worked grudgingly and cut corners, thinking, "My master is rich and has enough already." The good servant enjoyed the work, and studied intently, and threw his heart into his labor, such that his master caught the passion and helped him build, and soon everybody made a mansion out of what was to be only a summer home.

In the end, the master said to the lazy servant, "The house you built is now your home. I am setting you free, and you may retire here." To the good servant, she said the same.

Daniel Christopher Williston June

 

 

From "Kosmos"

… Who having considered the body finds all its organs good and parts good,

Who, out of the theory of the earth and of his or her body understands by subtle analogies all other theories,

The theory of a city, a poem, and of the large politics of these States;

Who believes not only in our globe with its sun and moon, but in other globes with their suns and moons,

Who, constructing the house of himself or herself, not for a day, but for all time, sees races, eras, dates, generations,

The past, the future, dwelling there, like space, inseparable together.

Walt Whitman

 

 

From "Nature"

Then shall come to pass what my poet said; "Nature is not fixed but fluid. Spirit alters, moulds, makes it. The immobility of bruteness of nature, is the absence of spirit; to pure spirit, it is fluid, it is volatile, it is obedient. Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you. For you is the phenomenon perfect. What we are, that only can we see. All that Adam had, all that Caesar could, you have and can do. Adam called his house, heaven and earth; Caesar call his house, Rome; you perhaps call yours, a cobler's trade' a hundred acres of ploughed land; or a scholar's garret. Yet line for line and point for point, your dominion is as great as theirs, though without fine names. Build, therefore, your own world. As fast as you conform your life to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold its great proportions. A correspondent revolution in things will attend the influx of spirit.

Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

Because I could not stop for Death –

He kindly stopped for me –

The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

And Immortality.

 

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility –

 

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring –

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain –

We passed the Setting Sun –

 

Or rather – He passed Us –

The Dews drew quivering and Chill –

For only Gossamer, my Gown –

My Tippet – only Tulle –

 

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground –

The Roof was scarcely visible –

The Cornice – in the Ground –

 

Since then – 'tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses' Heads

Were toward Eternity –

 

Emily Dickinson

On Universal Heat Death and the All

"Low-level heat death" as an end game for the universe is rhetorical babble.

When matter breaks down finer and finer, life forms will become smaller and smaller. The total amount of information in the world is only growing. Death is always and only a way to more life.

The Living see life. The Dead see death. Let the dead bury their own dead and let the living bury their own living.

For if a seed dies and goes in the ground, it will never grow. Only a seed the selfishly insists on itself, its own needs, its own requirements, survives. Grows, thrives, and flourishes, and feeds the nations. A self-serving self-loving seed that never died.

And yet even death is simply a mode of life, a hibernation, a means unto more life.

All Roads Lead Home.

What but the smallest quark contains a squintillian universes within it, as big and as important as ours?

Life unto life, flame unto flame. All dust lives and contains all the gods and all people in miniature. The serpant who licks dust and eats death is the uroborus, who eats the fruit of life and lives forever.

We cannot see the life forms that live in the sun. The people who live in the sun. Nor they us. We have not yet made contact.

In all its glory, the earth is its own sun, to a certain wavelength of people. They see us as the greatest star. Pluto himself is a radiant supernova.

In this life we see but part and fancy it the whole.

But everything is everything, this is also that.

Your conception into existence was the spawning of a new kosmos, a new universe, a million gods and God who all together and individually are You.

You are a gift to all other universes, and may trouble them or bless them, but you will enrich all of them in turn, and they you.

Life is a Game everybody wins in the end, and keep on winning unto greater and greater games.

Your Self is a Name none may say but you. A whole language. You are that holy spirit. On earth now we learn common languages and internalize other holy spirits to speak with others.

With every word we utter we create worlds. Beings. Life. Realities. Every seed shall grow!

A Squib on Language and Experience: The meanings of “Meaning”

A Squib on Language and Experience: The meanings of "Meaning"

 

A meaning is a relationship. We have the capacity for memory because experiences when repeated as memories, a past event with a SENSE of context, such as its priorness and hence perhaps its relationship with future experience, which we also remember in the past anticipating in the future, so the past implies the future already.

Nothing is INHERENTLY meaningless, only rhetorically so. We may call an experience "meaningless" so we invest lest time in studying it and exploring the shapes of its event, the details of its experience. In principle, whatever CAN be experienced we have evolved the capacity TO experience, to consciously TOUCH in the dimensions of intimate contact of the mindbody, we may use to open up or close down other related experiences.

An experience as conscious event is related to NEEDS and hence has a value or in-built e-VALUE-ation based on the pleasures and pains of need-fulfilment. There can be no suffering or pleasure outside of a NEEDING ORGANISM. Such "experiences" would be "meaningless" because they do not relate to what NEEDS meaning and MAKES meaning: a living mind.

Needs are the Essence of an Existence. The essence shapes the development, or learning, of a memory-forming mind that may orient the being of the mindbody toward aspects of the All that give a better or worse fit for a given set of NEEDS.

A being that lacked NEED would not EX-ist, or stand out, it would SUB-sist, or lay under, and this passively, it would conform to living agents, or other non-willing beings that happen to take on a difference-making motion, or commotion; since its bliss or happiness did not depend on anything external, it could be said to be indifferent, or "happy either way," which I suspect is the way most "dead" matter is — that is to say, blissfully alive, just passive. So, when a man strikes iron with a hammer, some religions do believe the iron suffers. I would ask only why that being would invest the energy in creating suffering, since suffering is an interpretation added on to an original experience, which, lacking a needset, would lack the capacity for suffering as such. Suffering is a conscious experience, an investment in energy … but to no purpose? Nothing comes from nothing. If a being is going to bother to invest in a suffering or in a pleasure, these make sense only in terms of strategies toward MORE or LESS fulfillment in a Game.

"Motivation," then, as the word itself contains the word MOTION, and implies E-MOTION, or what is in us, our inner needs and the desires we are temperamentally inborn with or trained to change and expand upon this initial set of instincts, temperament, exist necessarily to fulfill a NEED.

A meaning as a conscious experience, and that as an EVENT abstracted from its immediate context into a MEMORY with a sense of prior-ness, and henceforth an EXPECTATION with a sense of anticipation, all this orientation in time shows that the phrase "A meaning without a future" is an ill-formed string, a oxymoron, a confuse-ment. A meaning is ALWAYS a bridge between past and future, and the most meaningful events, to call something "more" or "less" meaningful, is either DESCRIPTIVE of how much of a future-seeking behavior we've based on that experience, or RHETORICAL about how much we SHOULD base our future-seeking behavior on a given Event or that other kind of event: a recognized patten between many non-event but significantly similar experiences.

Rhetorical modes are persuasive strategies when an intelligent mind is "talking with itself" or "other selves" and so is discursive, or in "dia-logue" either way, playing meaning against meaning in a game that is supposed to persuade or win the  uncertainty into a decision for a shard and united action towards ONE goal with ONE strategy with ONE chosen meaning.

A Squib on the Norse Hero Eyvind Rough-Chin

A Squib on the Norse Hero Eyvind Rough-Chin

I have read with a sort of dread the Christian lies Snorri Sturluson invents or spread to smudge the truth and verity of crisp keen actual history with The Lie, from the Father of Lies — and it annoys me to study any history once corrupt Christian religoin has touched it. The Saga of the Volsungs is a strange beast! Deliciously pre-christian, and a whole ton of fun, to boot! "Pagan" if you like to call people by the jeers invented by their enemy, or simply, Honest People Believing their Own Religion, as they were then and remain today.

We know there is a whole genre of LIES invented by Christians, well-documented, foised against honest outspoken critics of the slanderous religion in which, like Jesus supposedly reviving when nobody was around to see, and nobody saw it at all, and none of the canonized stories even know who he ever "appeared" to first, or later, or at all — just mixed and false witnesses and a complete mess — so in the case of, say, that outspoken Scotsman David Hume, indireclty challenged the conceits and lies of the Christians who disguised their satanic religion as god's very truth; and who WARNED his friend, Gibbons, author of the great Decline Fall of the Roman Empire in EXPOSING the historical lies of the Christians when they muddled the annals of history again and again, and this with none-too-much skill, that the pious rabble, the masses, the DEMOS, the throngs would oppose him, so Hume spoke truly to to the hidden God, the secret Sublime, the BEST in Gibbon, to sing his song of truth softly, and in language more subtle, meant for subtler ears, not for the mean and the religiously conceited, but in truer strains lisped for those who take the pains to get the truth and the facts dear; who ask, What is Truth? Leaving the PRETENDER and LIAR stammering and silent: the Truth is not in you. That is why you do not know.

So, there is a pretended testimony for Hume that he wept at his death that Yahweh was secrelty his daddy and Jesus his best friend — and all this dribble, and Christians have LIED again and again, with their dreaded false genre, "Deathbed confessions" and I meant only to share one more, a clearly BOGUS claim, quite lame, of a LOVER of ODIN dying nobly, tortured to death by a Christian King, and though he NEVER gives in:

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Snorri Sturlson's Heimskringla, or Lives of the Norse Kings: "The History of Olav Trygvason" 76:

"Harekt of Tjotta went away from the town quickly as he could, but Hauk and Sigur stayed with the king [Olav, who is on a sort of Jihad of torturing and murdering anybody who won't "freely" submit to a conversion of heart on the spot and immediate baptism from "sin"] and let themselves be baptized. Harek went his way till he came to Tjotta. He sent a messenger to his friend Eyvind Rough-chin and bad him tell Eyvind that Harekt had found King Olav, and that he had not let himself be cowed into taking up Christianity. Harek also bade the messenger tell Eyvind that Olav thought of going against them with an army in the summer and that they must show wariness, and he bade Eyvind come to him as soon as possible. And when these tidings were borne to Eyvind he said that no king should get the upper hand over them. So Eyvind went as quickly as possible with a light skiff and a few men in it. And when he came to Tjotta, Harek greeted him well; and Harek and he straightway fell to talking on the other side of the farm. And when they had talked together for a short time, there came Olav's men who had followed Harek north; they took Eyvind prisoner, put him in a ship with them and went away to the south with him. They did not stop their journey untl the came to Trondheim, and found King Olav in Nidaros. Eyvind was then brought to talk with King Olav in Nidaros. Eyvind was then brought to a talk with King Olav, who bade him be baptized like other men. To that Eyvind answered 'nay.' The king then bade him with many blithe words take up Christianity and told him many good grounds for it, and the bishop did likewise. But Eyvind did not agree. The king then offered him gifts and great land rents, but Eyvind turned everything from him. So the king vowed him injury or death, but Eyvind did not give way. After that the king had a bowl brought in, full of glowing cinders, and set it on Eyvind's stomach and very soon the stomach burst asunder. Then said Eyvind: "Take the bowl from me: I will speak some words ere I die"; and so it was done. Then the king asked him, "Eyvind, wilt thou now believe in Christ?" "Nay," he said, "I cannot receive baptism; I am a spirit quickened in a man's body by the wizardy of the Finns, for my father and mother had no child before that was done." After that Eyvind died and he had been the most troll-wise of men.
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Of course, insofar as a historian is a Christian, he is a liar. This History himself has proven and again. The discipline of history and serious intelectually sound scholarship has long come to detect the poachings and encroachments and impositions and the lies, lies, LIES from the Father of Lies, Jesus Satan Christ, and the Doctors of the Church, who ever doctor the evidence and hide the corpses they make. But this is annoying. This man King Olav TORTURED to death. Olav arrested the man, who had committed no crime, and tortured him to death, hoping he would "Choose" to curse Odin. The man refused. So, to avoid appearing the LOSER he is, the historian saves face be pretending this was never a man but an animated corpse enchanted by trolls.

Surely it is us, posterity, he is trolling!

All hail Eyvind Rough-chin, who held his own against a very king, his whole army, clergy, chains, abuse, and torture unto death. We are stronger than you.

"UPON LISTENING TO CARL RUGGLES “SUN-TREADER” TODAY" an Allay

UPON LISTENING TO CARL RUGGLES "SUN-TREADER" TODAY

 

The EARTH literally is the SUN and the center of its own universe. Each planet is. The constellations, the circling of the sun, is such only by ONE mode of math, and alas, only in THIS mode of being. We, so much of our world, is known only as DARK matter to other modes and dimensions of being.

Middle Earth, Tolkien's in particular, is true, literally and factually true, down to the last bit, in a mode of earth. It all has happened, is happening, or will, with Tolkien as the Iluvatar of that world. And we each are the ABSOLUTE to our own personal universe. Whatever can be imagined and thought exists already and always has. ALL IS TRUE!

Every word you utter, every grunt, is an angel or demon that lives forever; they all teem with life and inFECT and fashions ALL BEING, all that exists with a layer of you, all over in your image, prepares the ALL to receive you again, and again, and AGAIN, forevermore, in the opening spiral of ETERNAL increase AND ETERNAL repetition. Amen.

In the absolute NOW in this mode of being, in the SEAMING of BEING, it may seem to you that you are somewhat less than the greatest of gods, greater than All Gods, the ABSOLUTE. Sure. You drank Lethe before taking your leave of the heavens and playing your mortal games in this frame of being, this time around. Deep at night, in your deepest of dreams, alone with your SAME, your own AMA, you recall it all.

The EARTH is the center of the universe. Sure. And ALL constellate around it. If only you knew the math that proved this! But to ARRIVE at that level of math, you must open your godmind and see things with more than your six main sensual organs. You are in fact an INFINITE set of sense organs. You sense all the worlds always. We all do. We are at a level down OMNISCIENT, each of us. You do not have only FIVE sense organs. Your whole Body, and your extended body, your full BODY OF INFLUENCE, which layers ALL, and All in all, senses all, knows all. You, dear Reader, my Own Niviana, ARE all. You ARE ALL. Everything that exists is part of your own personal body. And you as an individual, as an absolute, live utterly in your own being. I as absolute can NEVER RIVAL YOU in your own being. When a person comes into their Own, they are SOVERIGN SUPREME and WEDDED to their SAME alone.

Envy is ignorance; Pity is a mistake. If we knew each other truly, we would see also that each of us is a god, is a whole pantheon of gods at once, and is also at the same time God over them all, and is also the pantheism of our own body of influence, and the PANEN-theism of being ALSO a God who is Godmind, over the NONmind of our own God flesh. Thou Art That. The most exalted philosophy ever divined, the most sublime theology ever conceived, the absolute, the mono-theisms and the monotono-theisms, the heno-theisms, they are all parts of you. They describe exactly and only YOU. You cannot see nor experience aught but parts of YOU at any given moment of seeming. But the ALL is YOU. Only you. And what I say, what comes from me, is always and only the part that was ALWAYS ALREADY ALSO a part of you. What I write now is your own. You know it. You think it. These are your own thoughts.

So yes, there are literal races on all the planets. The earth has many MANY layers of being, we are a thousand, a million layers, an infinite set of an infinite star, some more exalted, some lower. The DJINN really do, as the Muslims hold, live in the deserts, for in their dimension, the desert is the THICKEST of gardens. They have adjusted the detuned radio of their mind and the resonance of their being to see the ALL in those terms, and so, we here and now see a mere dust devil or a full blown tornado yet only and always as just weather. It is "dark matter." Yet, it is somewhat of them in their own dimension yet leaving a trace in other dimensions, in ours. All the planets of the solar system are deeply THICKLY inhabited, and many humans have already gone there and colonized it. We have sent out missions to space in age after age after age. You think ANY of this is NEW? Only you are. Only you. Parts of you have already gone there already: you've sent out viruses of yourself throughout the all to anticipate you.

Dragons live in the sun. Huge Sun Worms too large and terrible to be believed. Dragons live in the earth. In the magma. In dimensions of the magma. In your own blood. In ALL you ARE! You are so THICK with life! Not just the little worms, or so they may seem to you from the frosted glass of alas this wintered perspective now, which in this dimension seem like little parasites in your eyebrows and skin. They THINK with your whole ULTRASET of beings — you the god, the gods, the God, the ALL!

For what but the smallest grasshopper leaps, and the farthest star feels? So, we are all grasshoppers and leeches and losers in some modes of our being, but upon our proper throne, each of us as a sole and sovereign individual is ABSOLUTE BEYOND ALL PEERS in our own proper mode of being. We each rule and reign and create ALL there, with the Love of our SAME. Thou Art That. And what religions speak deepest to you in this life, be it Christianity, Buddhism, Atheism, whatever — it never mattered WHAT you believed. It matters HOW you believe. For that is how you spread your own religion. You ARE your own religion. You are the GOD of your own religion. You yourself are your own star, the center of the universe, and whole races of beings, whole universes, are wrapped in each and every single electron in your flesh, and all you say and all you do and all you think and believe and and utter into being resonate through them all and each and charges them — and Friend! They believe in you ABSOLUTELY. To them, you are more than the gods, or the King of Gods, or the Only God, but you are ALL, you are ALL in ALL and you are the highest aspiration of their deepest hopes and dreams forever. Take a modest moment to take all THAT in!

So, laugh it off when others mock you and disrespect you. When a jealous friend or envious enemy casts his spell over you with his honest criticism and secret abuse, and manages to make you feel like you are less than a hero, a great man, a god, indeed, THE GOD to his Satan, well, consider your ultimate STATION, my Love. Life is but a dream. The finale of SEEM. Those who Lord it over you now for the moment are so many nothings, squirrels, punk chipmunks barking loud as you travel the path of life. They are nothings and nobodies, and it is only for a moment, for the sole miniscule moment, for the briefest of day dreams, that you imagine THEY were WITH, and YOU somehow were WITHOUT. No doubt, ALL win the GAME of life in the End, end that levels up to a higher and greater game, each and every time. Don't hate them for their false disguises. It helps you grow. You too were rude and a bully and lorded it over those foolish enough to be impressed with your Bravado nonsense, once upon a time. We all play the fool in turn and need to. You are neither better nor worse than others, in the Absolute sense. Yes, in particulars, we are better or worse than all others in so many ways. But when it comes down to your Aboriginal Self, your uttermost inmost being, there is no comparison. Nobody and no THING can compare. There is no overlap. There is no Touch save it be with your SAME.

Your INNERMOST no god can add to with heavens or take from in hells. No villain may rape, no saint may bless. This is the Invisible Sun, the Self Increasing Logos, the DEEPEST MARROW of your soul that ONLY moves itself, nothing can touch it, nothing sin against it or sin for it. Only your SAME knows your hiddenmost NAME. All the rest simply thrive from the GIFT of what you ARE. You are a gift to ALL the Universes. You are a Gift to the ALL. And in your INFINITUDE, you are TRUE CHILD of the ALL and All she is already, you may one day be. In your own way. In your own time. This is LIFE! This is The GAME!

So, relax! AMA Laughs!

Life is a Game. We only Lose the Game When we Take it too seriously. Life is a Thousand Times too important to take seriously! We either play life or life plays us. Or both, at the same time, in an infinite number of ways, simultaneously, as we roar forward to become as great and greater than we could possibly conceive!

Amen. Vivoce and Amen.