Nobody is going to save you. Whether in a so called spiritual cult or in the cult at large, nobody is going to save you. If anyone is left on the planet believing Bill Gates is going to save them, please enlighten them. Share the Ted Talk where he gleefully claims we can kill at least a billion people with vaccines. All you need to know about his plans for us worthless eaters is right there in the deep dark pixels of YouTube, big red letters in the background.
There are no saviours. There is only love. The blood of the lamb was not spilt for you. It was spilt to confirm the inevitability of your life ending and of the where we go being uncertain, NDEs notwithstanding. The promise of eternal life is but the shroud of slavery used by conquerors, politicians, and blackmailers to keep us in line.
Honestly, who really knows if the Lord lived. There is only a frequency of love that emanates from a mysterious past, and then a more recent but still faraway past, painted by masters, and on to the present, and assuredly beyond. However, it is not remedial. It is not radiating through millennium to coddle you. It is a radiance meant for us to own within our earthly bodies, and be whole heartedly responsible for, through and through, without exception. No one ever said it would be easy. Fact is, if someone says easy nowadays, it could be our cue to turn another way. Convenient is another recommendation to shy away from.
When I met the motorhead guru I fell in love. He looked like Jesus. I ended up stepping just a tiny little bit past any critical thinking about what I was getting into. Falling for someone does this. It veils any educated ability to evaluate information, or to take note of the biases installed, or to consider any assumptions being made. It was a love beyond understanding, loving his language his style his stillness his quiet his calm his seriousness his presence. There was so much power there, and it was magnetic. He was fierce and absolute and perfect and pure and real and deep and piercing and sexy and mysterious and edgy and golden and the many of us all together there, we loved with a love that was more than love.
Everything was always more and beyond. The more and the beyond became a lullaby that benumbed any intentions we might have about growing up and actually being responsible for our lives. Heres a word to the wise, if you are seriously thinking of joining a cult, dont quit your day job. It will be the only avenue you have for learning to become an adult.
He could also be kinda mean and make it look like he was doing you a favour. Good to be told where youre off. That was frequent feedback from relations in the cult family, Youre off. Youre being off. Thats off. Ruinous to a marriage. The standard of perfection he represented and held up to attain was impossible to reach and calamitous to the psyche. Some days it felt like eternal damnation might be easier to bear.
A long time ago, I was sitting in a large room in a one level office building with a ceiling that hung low, tiled with PVC, a vinyl chloride product. Convenient. Clean as nuclear power and 400,000 gallons of radioactive tritium lacing the ground waters of a power plant site in Minnesota. No threat at all.
I was sitting in a large room in a one level office building on a plastic deck chair in line with many others. I was looking at him, his exquisite beauty, and I saw myself laying everything down at his feet. I may have even mentioned it in a dialogue with him. Yes, thats right, I did. I remember now. The strange shift in his eyes as I spoke to him. There is no exquisite beauty without some strangeness in the proportion.
It was so clear to see, clear as the day. All I needed to do was lay everything down at his feet, all the patterns in my psychology that created difficulty in my life, along with all the perennial problems I could never get a handle on. It was so obvious, all I had to do was lay it all down at his exquisite altar of beauty and grace, and I could know in my heart, it would all be safe with him. He would take care of it and he would take care of me, too. O human love! Thou spirit given.
If you are reading this and are not thinking, thats messed up, please stop reading. Pick up a good history book and count the number of times humans have given themselves over to a false prophet for reasons that lack discernment and promise salvation.
Better to realize what I didnt see in that moment, an aspect of character that lazily kicked back, relaxed into a dangerous chill mode, and let the leader move me at his will from thereon.
He didnt do much to make that happen but sit there, beautifully serene, all knowing and all wise. We can trust his will, his word, his plan and his timing.
It happened in the same way on the world stage. Being presented with a convenient solution to a difficult problem, we are trained to acquiesce. Paths of least resistance have us circling the drain of our civilization. Being denied access to alternatives and alternatives being vilified, we went with the most dangerous option. From what we were able to see at the time, however, it looked good as gold. For a small group of poison peddlers and drug dealers, it was a lot of gold. It was easy and convenient. I could have taken my shot at the grocery store. Doesnt take a long time either. Like it didnt take me a long time to give my spirit away to the Jesus-look-alike motorhead guru.
Our beautiful world is changing and as in all times, now is the time for waking up, for theres no time like the present to be or become responsible participants. For all time and killing time, time is up. As a stitch in time saves nine in the nick of time, so time is of the essence for our beautiful world and only time will tell.