Day by Day

I believe the Bible is a collection of metaphors.  People just have this colorful way of speaking.  It’s how we communicate.  A lot of symbolism in religion is intuition.

It’s about energy.  Very scientific, really.  Call it what you want.  But I believe when people congregate in a place of worship we create energy that connects us to people.

A friend wanted to go to church, so I went with her yesterday.

However, I like distance from organized religion because ministers are just vehicles for the spirit, but they are flawed humans.

I love Jesus — the symbol Jesus.  He carries our sins because we’re weak – it’s the way we’re made.  That’s why spiritual leaders have spiritual leaders.  They need someone to advise them so they don’t form cults, and tell people God told them to have sex with them, or to drink Kool-Aid with cyanide in it.

I do need a spiritual leader, some authority.  I have to appreciate that the spiritual leader is human, to have compassion for that.

Religions and spiritual texts have exercises where at the end of the day you assess your behavior – it’s necessary to function in a healthy way.

There are people who take the message too literally, tainting the idea of religion.

There is no cosmic Santa Claus, as the minister of my family church has said. God’s not going to save me from disease, death, debt – maybe to an extent.  I don’t think it makes sense for me to think that I made it through something death-defying because God loves me.  I’m sure there are people involved in some of the myriad tragedies who believed and who were worthy of this “salvation”, but didn’t “make it”.  We’re so self-centered.  I do believe it’s okay to thank God that you did come through.

God is my higher consciousness.  When I’m aligned with it, I get the answers to problems, because I open my energy up by being willing.

My spirit life is about radiating positive energy within challenges I face with people day to day.  It’s also about facing death, my own death, the death of loved ones.

I think the way we look at death encourages gluttony, greed, and hatred.  We believe it’s so final, that we cling to temporal things, including other lives.  That energy is transformed and not final.  I don’t know what happens when we die, but I should be okay with it because it’s natural.  So why is death bad?

You see it on refrigerator magnets, but really, we only have today.  That’s where my joy and so-called blessings are – not in the future after I’ve obtained my goals.

My spiritual quest is about learning how to stay in the present and being alive where I am now.   This makes my life more manageable and I can start new each day.

The minister who preached at my family church was intellectual, but he would build up a fervor, after he captured you with reason.

Reason is what keeps me faithful, despite outward appearance.  I say vile things, and contemplate evil, but in the end my spirit strives for moderation.  Mostly I walk in a certain direction, despite what I say.  But sometimes I am mischievous.  Sometimes I don’t want anything to do with God.

I don’t want to preach.  Maybe I have here – fuck it.  This is just my experience.  I believe that the universe is vast, and that the possibilities are just as vast.  And there’s so much I don’t know.  Why shouldn’t I embrace the idea of God? There, I said it.

My hard copy version is on sale

The hardcopy version of my book is on sale through Amazon.   The link is on the side-bar.

I’m preoccupied with other things right now, but soon I’d like to do readings at these places:

Indian Café

Indian Road Café

The Blue Stocking Book Store

The Nuyorican Poet’s Café

and maybe some other places.

Processing the things that I’m preoccupied with is normal, so I’m not overwhelmed, I’m just moving more slowly, so that I can think clearly.  In yesterday’s post I mentioned being in possession of myself.  This means I can face what I am thinking and respect the way that I process things.  I have some trepidation, but it’s fine.  It will all die out as the days pass.  As long as I have love and the vast universe to guide my thoughts, it’s all good.

Don’t Eat Your Cheese Before The Eggs Have Hatched

I don’t have a problem telling you how I feel, about my financial status, or that I don’t know what I’m doing.  I’m open.  But I do keep secrets, and by law don’t blab what you’ve told me about yourself.  And I know what to tell and what not to tell even about myself.  I know that the world revolves around each and every one of us, that we all think that we are excruciatingly important, so, I’m selective about timing and choose the receptacles of my verbiage wisely to avoid a collision of universes.  I don’t always like to do a lot of talking, so I’m not a narcissistic drain.  Why, my ideal is to communicate telepathically.  When I do talk, I try to be considerate of other people’s attention spans, and to remember to turn on the TMI filter.  But if I’m in emotional pain, I might shit it out at the job to my boss or anybody.  When a girl’s gotta vent, a girl’s gotta vent!  I met somebody like that today who gushed all over about her issue though I’d only known her a day and a half.  I thought, ‘Gee.  I sound like that?’

But see, all that blabbing about yourself has pitfalls – I am a wee bit disappointed in myself for blabbing about my blog to ever damn body, because now I can’t write about certain people perchance they should look at my blog.  So I’ve messed up the opportunity for a couple of good blog posts.  Damn!  I could’ve told you all about this kid I want to cougar.  But I can’t tell you because the details are very important, and if I told you details, people surrounding the situation would figure out exactly who I was talking about.  I also can’t tell you the story about this other person who I’ve renamed “The Little Punk Ass Twerp.”  So friends, the moral of the story is, don’t eat your cheese before the eggs have hatched, and I have no idea what this means.