On uniting with god

If 'god' is a word used to define a consciousness which exists beyond
all known time and space in an idyllic state of eternal (non temporal)
NOW condition in what can only be described as some kind of Paradise
or Elysium; then fine, no problem, for that is me, oh yes and you too
by the way; for we all join up in that territory and are made of the
same stuff whilst each being individual - but all with the same
perceived and known reality and perennial wisdom (understanding). For
it is the very ground and basement of our cognitive being. But if
'god' is a word which means that which is the basic primordial reason
and pulse for all things that exist and that all stuff is made of
ultimately then the word becomes meaningless in that it points to
nothing which can be known or experienced. Something sure resides
deeper in the structure and emanation of things than that realm of
eternal bliss beyond the base of our psyche and in which I am the
consciousness which dwells there below the level of temporality and
changing events. But as to what that is then I have no idea at all.
Yet the people who claim to know all about it and even tell us what it
wants and demands of us do not even know their self and the ground of
being of which I talk. So, who is trying to kid whom? They are liars
and they know it. Thus there truly is a deep mysticism, and beyond us
even in the ground of our being. And we KNOW that whilst there.

It is truly sad that we find ourselves living on a world where beliefs
are more important than what we come to directly find in life, both on
the outer and the inner; but that is the way it is here as yet, for
the large part anyway. And as all this junk should be plainly obvious
to everybody to be junk then those who hear these things about the
deeper aspects of the mind, yet not know personally, stand adamantly
opposed to hearing anything which goes beyond the daily norm and tars
it all with the same moronic brush. Mention 'paradise known' to the
non religious and one is branded a religious nut case because they
will not listen to what one is saying. Tell it to religionists and
they say that you can only know that when you are dead and when and if
Jesus saves you from the pit of hell. So, as I have said, mystics find
themselves between a rock and a hard place; you just cannot win -
well, one is not trying to win so let us just say that one cannot
communicate with either of them for both lots seem dead from the neck
up :- )

Over the millennia different cultures have made mention of these
things, sometimes only in symbolic and mythological terms, and called
it by all kinds of names; and it is plain enough that some religions
have resulted from hearing something about all this. The advent of the
mass publication of ancient texts by those calling themselves Gnostics
about twenty years ago caused many people to jump on that bandwagon
and in believing it they call themselves Gnostics. Yet have you ever
listened to them? If it was not sad and pathetic it would be funny -
they are all talking about so called history, and not a one of them
was there to know it. And even if they were there and listening to
somebody then it would still be all hearsay to them. How many of these
so called Gnostics talk about that perennial gnosis/knowledge/
understanding which is gained in that mystical transcendent
paradisiacal state and which they are calling gnosis? Not a one of
them. Just as the whole world is waffling today about what they
believe then so too are they simply talking about what they have
chosen to believe - they are not talking about that eternal
understanding found whilst in the ground of our being. Yet they claim
esoteric knowledge - self painted vessels of wisdom indeed. Why not
call themselves believers in gnosis? And even if they believed it then
what damned difference does that make? Believing is not knowing.

However, and be all that as it is; but the fact remains that we can
know that eternal paradise realm whilst alive here during life (by
being IN IT); but not only that we can also know that bit which brings
it all back to earth again and thus know that paradise on earth event
too. Fact. And how many of these self painted buckets of so called
wisdom even mention that one? Rhetorical question. And how many of
them tell you that all this is not something to aspire to become but
rather that we are all made of the stuff in the first place; so simply
know your self? Another rhetorical question.

I wonder why 'god' hits people with this who are not religionists and
not fundamentalist materialists, but simply bog standard people who
ask questions and study what they find in life with an open mind and
do not prejudge things in advance of finding them. Huh, there is
nothing which knows YOU better than your self; and it knows where it
can get in and where it cannot. And they think psychology and the
study of self is a game played by fools. You can tell a few people
these thing today and they can get their head around it whilst without
even knowing it - but no many. This place truly does need a big
paradigm shift to shake the crap out of them. Go do it; for it truly
needs doing. And if you do not do it then who will? If you want
change then do not sit on your butt doing nothing and waiting for
others to do it - for it may well not happen if you do. And do not
worry if you do not find it whilst alive, because it is still there
and working away in you anyway, so what the hell, don't get in a flap
about it just laugh and think yourself lucky. Only a fool would ask
for this lot whilst living on a world like this is. I did to ask for
it I hasten to add :- )))) But you get what you get and you get on
with it.

PS. Tell this to a European and they will keep it to themselves; but
tell it to a Yank and something might just get done, for they have a
passion for doing things in a big way and share stuff; and information
flows faster there than swallows migrate.

Ah well, time for a coffee and a fag dammit;

Merry Yuletide; and may your grandchildren see better days than what
we did. And that is your job so get on with it.

Dick. The Beast of Exmoor.