February 03, 2022

01

Live Oak Dream 08/25/2015 Oil Paint Rendered
We are going crazy as a nation
and as a world,
because we cannot think
of anything better to do
with our time.

Living with no end in mind worthy of us
is driving us mad.

We have sex, drugs, alcohol and money.
And that is the best we can do.

How many people do you know
who are living engaged with their life,
glad to be here,
happy to get up each day
and do what is theirs to do,
day after day?

How many people do you know
who are happy to be who they are,
doing what they are doing?

How many people do you know
who are joyful just about being who they are?

How many people do you know
who are filled with joy,
and wonder,
and laughter,
and song?
For no reason?
"Just because"?

Why is that?
Why do we hate our life?
Why do we not know what to do with ourselves?
Why do we not know what to do with time on our hands?
Why are we so lost?
So empty (in the wrong kind of way)?
So devoid of any idea of what we are to do with our life?

Why are we not better prepared to live our life?
It is because no one we know 
was prepared to live their life,
and you can't pass on something you don't have.

Why does no one know what to do with their life?

We've been at this for what? A million years?
Six million years?
And we still don't know what to do with our life???
How can that be?

We have one year of experience
repeated a million times.
Or six million times.

What are we going to do about it?

You know by now what I am going to suggest:
Be empty in the right kind of way.
Sit in the stillness of the silence,
and see what comes to mind.

And play with that.
Toy with that.
Imagine with that.
Walk around with that.
Wonder about that.
See where it leads you.

Why not?

I know you don't have anything better to do.

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02

Bayou De Siard 04 11/02/2015 Oil Paint Renderd — Monroe, Louisiana
There is a black that is almost brown,
and another that is almost green,
another is almost blue,
and one that is almost purple...
How can we be sure that it is black?

Ask a white supremacist. 

Fascists know their blacks.

This latest manifestation of fascism
arose in defiant protest
of a black man becoming President of the United States.

This in abject rejection 
of the fact that a Jew became God.
No! WAS God from the start!

What do they do with that,
these Jew-haters who wear crosses
and claim to be Jesus lovers?

The antithesis of this is exactly
the heart of the matter.

Black being almost brown/blue/green/purple...
And fascists hating Jews and loving Jesus.

Our contradictions, dichotomies, opposites, polarities
define us, display us, and demand resolution,
solution, rectification, unification, harmonization, 
accordance from discordance,
function from dysfunction,
life from death.

That's the trick.
Dying to all that prevents/denounces/opposes union,
harmony, accord, oneness...

And, I'm here to tell you this
is what actual death is all about.

We die and become one with all that is not-us,
merging back into the Mind from which we come.

Death is the transition point from the corporeal 
to the spiritual,
from the temporal to the eternal.

Corporeal and spiritual are frequencies 
like AM and FM.
Or VHS and DVD.
And life is like the music
that goes on and on and on...

We can get ahead of the game,
here and now,
by "dying" (and it is like actual death
in a lot of ways) to all that separates us
from one another.

Let it go. Let it go.
Blackness. Whiteness. Gayness. Straightness. Etc.
Us-ness. We-ness. One-ness. Here and now.

It is not really all that difficult.

It is a slight, ever so slight, 
shift in perspective.

It is changing our mind about what is important.
It is seeing things differently.
Like looking at an optical illusion.

That is all that is standing between us
and life,
real life,
abundant life,
pouring out,
spilling over,
connecting us all
with each other,
as a prelude to what is coming
on the other side of the transition point
from this to that.

Or, as the Good Book says,
"Why kick against the goads?"

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Published by jimwdollar

I'm retired, and still finding my way--but now, I don't have to pretend that I know what I'm doing. I retired after 40.5 years as a minister in the Presbyterian Church USA, serving churches in Louisiana, Mississippi and North Carolina. I graduated from Austin Presbyterian Theological Seminary, in Austin, Texas, and Northwestern State University in Natchitoches, Louisiana. My wife, Judy, and I have three daughters and five granddaughters within about twenty minutes from where we live--and are enjoying our retirement as much as we have ever enjoyed anything.

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