I wanted to use this vehicle (thedoctorsinn) to vent about a parking ticket, and hopefully, do something clever with the “whole thang” – like juxtaposing God with a parking ticket – but I couldn’t pull-it-off tonight…being 2 bottles of wine into the whole scheme of things; having visited Meat Master Carlos; watched the Dodgers and Lakers win; listened to a little PERFECT CIRCLE; and, now sitting with MIKE OLDFIELD’S “Ommadawn” – I decided to get back to the God Thang…
A-few-years-back I went to a dinner party at Dante’s – and he had his usual collection of artsy-fartsy folk (I guess I must fit into that category as well). Anyway – his producer/director friend brought her long-haired Texas boyfriend and Jesus impresario to dinner; and, a number of glasses into dinner he looked at me and said, I’ll put my seven incomplete Masters’ Degrees against your Ph.D. in any discussion on any topic. Well, I know as well as anyone (3 failed statistics AND comprehensive oral exams) that a Ph.D. doesn’t make anyone smart – it’s simply a test of one’s endurance and how many hoops one wishes to jump through (unless one resorts to the proverbial ‘bend over’ or the dick sucking/clit licking thang I’ve alluded to before).
So, I suggested discussing the only thing I have a real interest in any more – and that is the answer to the question: What is God? I was quite taken aback by his reaction – as he suggested I had dealt him the lowest of blows with THIS discussional proferring. He didn’t speak to me for the rest-of-the-night…
I remember the smoking crowd of Kalamazoo College circa 1975 – and in the middle of the 11th or 12th bong hit one night – the lads ganged up on me – because I had said I was a Christian. Now mind you – I had been wresting with this Christianity thang for a number of years – never really finding any spiritual satisfaction in the whole matter. As-a-matter-of-fact: I experienced most Christians as the profoundest of hypocrites – always saying one thing and doing another. The lads regaled me – wondering how anyone with a modicum of intelligence could buy into the utter nonsense that was Christianity. I came back with T.S. Elliot’s conversion and, and, and…not much else.
I toyed with the idea of calling my second CD “Wrestling with Jesus” – but then I went back to South Africa for a post-apartheid visit and opted for “Resurrection.” I was “creeped out” by Tupac’s posthumous selection of the same title – but I think that this finally got my thinking on the God matter sorted out: certainly playing my songs Whirlpool and The Everlasting Featherbed repeatedly, helped out.
We are all God! And God is putting Itself back together through each living thing. The Big Bang was nothing more than a bored God wishing to re-create itself.
So here we are, every living thing the reflection of the God entity, and every discovery and invention a raising of the God consciousness. How often have we heard the complaint of “playing God”? Well of course we’re playing God: because we ARE God and we are trying to put ourselves back together!
I can’t pretend to understand the concept of karma that well – but if I have an inkling of what it’s about – it’s when aspects of the God spirit run counter to the Grand Re-Combining — and these aspects are knuckled under by the forces that build an ever-increasing awareness.
Ironically, all aspects of the God spirit must be entertained, tolerated and lived with.