“Sacred” – scared more like
Feminism (reactionary to:)
Duality And transcending it – blah blah blah
All are madness born of a flawed cosmology..
There is only the sacred whole
The triune in the I am
We created an unholy trinity and called it “holy.”
It has holes in it.
Wholehearted trinities are grounded in what is.
We have widespread prostate cancer because we don’t honor the orgasmic power of the prostate. We make it a dark place. And it is.
But it’s dark because of our projected guilt. Something wholly unnecessary and toxic. In every taboo there is a buried treasure.
It’s our fear that makes man into someone crucified on a cross. That finds his heaven in a world beyond the dualistic insanity we have made of our minds.
When you need perpetual help you have psychotherapists, you have missionaries preaching the gospel.
You have gurus and messiahs and perpetual confused pain not confronted at a depth that will heal the madness that creates it. You have teachers of god and churches and cults but no real culture.
– psychological inflation, high divorce rates – chronic misandry and misogyny. Fear of the awesome power of the masculine and of the muse and potency of the feminine.
– the search for highs (to escape the pain of the root issue), lows (to ground oneself in a wisdom – but we send our roots down into soils that don’t support because our management AND our mythology has been off)
– “god in heaven” escapism – rather than man, woman and child in their own realm balanced and sane – out of body experiences that escape into a sprouting spiritual ego that denies what is.
You have wheelchairs and crutches and pained sons and pained daughters blind to their unified family. Disavowed, disappointed, disassociated from their real power,….
From the real wholly sane trinity.
The we in the I am.
Creative children (allegorical and actual).
And all the religions of man – all of them – without exception except the tantric cults that didn’t bring that guilt into the garden
And all the -isms we have made excepting
Are insane children of the sins/misperceptions of the drowning fathers and mothers and children of those dead and dying cosmologies, that have crippled us.
There is a way out of the dirges of the drowned son
“And Jesus was a sailor when he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching from his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain only drowning men could see him
He said all men will be sailors then until the sea shall free them
But he himself was broken, long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human, he sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him, and you want to travel blind
And then you think maybe you’ll trust him
For he’s touched your perfect body with his mind.”
It’s time to stop drawing out the drowned man looking for his mad resurrection and insurrection- the inevitable children of crazed dualistic approaches to the I am. His mad medicine. His mad “sanity.”
It’s time for surrectiion. It’s time for swimming. It’s time for buoyancy.
“The schizophrenic crackup drowns in the water that the mystic swims in with delight.”
There are only two paths –
The unholy trinity
– bound by the logos/deep common sense that informs all.