God is fucking God somewhere, right now, in a basement apartment on a battered fold-out couch with sweat-stained sheets and an old Amish quilt. Her lascivious moans and the rhythmic creaking of the springs permeate the paper thin walls of the universe like the primal bang that brought forth creation from her yoni. Don’t likeContinue reading “Afterglow”
It’s simple, really: The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil was planted in your mother’s womb. Heaven is your next mother’s womb, and yes, another Tree awaits you there as well. The game ends when you no longer have a need for Heaven, because you’ve found it Here Now.
When a righteous person dies, grown men sob like frightened babies. When a virtuous person dies, great mobs of mourners crowd around the casket, as if they want to be buried with him. When a great person dies, eloquent eulogies are delivered while entire nations watch and weep. We say things like, “HeContinue reading “When a Great Person Dies”
My dear soul-friend, Words are all that separates you from the boundless loving embrace of God. Only words. If this is so, is it possible that words are also the remedy? Perhaps, but only if their sole purpose is to tell all the other words to kindly SHUT UP.
When I was saved, Jesus did not take me in His arms. He trampled me under His feet, a death befitting his greatest enemy. When I was saved, Christ did not wash me clean with His blood. He smashed every bone of truth in my body– everything hard, rigid and brittle– until I ranContinue reading “When I Was Saved”
We all come from the mountaintop, and there we shall remain until we return. Flung to the valley floor, we pull ourselves back to the origin, as if on strings. Our climb is the journey to a home we never left.
Why should I be concerned about my own salvation? This is like a man who spends his life standing before a mirror, anguished, saying, “No, God, show me the real me. You’ve got it all backwards.” My friend, turn away from the looking glass, and see the true, nameless Self. (I’ll give you aContinue reading “The Man in the Mirror”
Modern-day scribes and Pharisees read the gospels and cheer– how odd. Maybe they don’t realize they traded their crosses for robes when they claimed salvation as their exclusive property, when they wrote down their legalistic reasons why, and labeled all who dissent blasphemers. Someone should warn them before they seize the Second ComingContinue reading “Modern-day Pharisees”