Seeking Unity in Diversity

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Random ramblings about books I’m reading,
thoughts I am having, or the general state of my melon.

Isaiah 1:10-20 … What I See

I am sitting here listening to Aenima by Tool so that I can try to convey what I see in the world around me everywhere.
I will be using the first chapter of Isaiah from the New International version of The Bible.
If you are ready, let us begin, starting at verse 10:

10 Hear the word of the Lord, you rulers of Sodom;
listen to the law of our God, you people of Gomorrah!

I think that God seems a little upset with us, don’t you?

11 “The multitude of your sacrifices- what are they to me?”
says the Lord.
“I have more than enough burnt offerings,
of rams and the fat of fattened animals;
I have no pleasure in the blood of your bulls and lambs and goats,

Remember that at the time this was written, animal sacrifices were a very normal part of religious observances.
All God is saying here is that he doesn’t give a crap about our religious rites. Something else is on his mind. Continue reading

Thoughts on a book

I just finished book 1 of “The Book of God, The Apocalypse of Adam-Oannes” by E. V. Kenealy, published in 1872.  An interesting read, definitely lets you peer through the lens of another era of thought. The crux of this book was the argument for an ancient world religion and culture from which we can trace all of modern culture.  The central theme is that of the Naros, or cycle of 600 years, which can be found throughout ancient symbolism and myth.  This 600 years cycle began with Adam, the first divine messenger to a humanity falling from a golden age, followed by Enoch 600 years later.  Enoch was followed by Fo-hi (China), Brighou (Hindu), Zoroaster (Persia), Thoth (Egypt), Moses(Jewish), Lau Tsu (China), Jesus (Jewish), Mohamed (Persia), and Ghengis Khan.  By this cycle there should have been another messenger around 1800, but none was named.  You’re guess is as good as mine as to who it could be, if the cycle is to be believed.

I am fascinated by the study of ancient culture, and having read a lot of Graham Hancock, I tend to believe that there was an ancient golden age with a highly advanced world culture rivaling our own.  Approximately 12,000 years ago there was a cataclysmic event that destroyed this civilization.  The remnants spread out to teach the surviving humanity and try to rebuild civilization.  It is a story that resonates with me, and that is all it is.  A story.  Looking that far back in time there can be no definite truth, no final interpretation of fact, the final draft of our history.  It is all just the weaving together of disparate facts with our imagination filling in the blanks.

Interesting blend of physics, kabbalah, and sacred geometry.

Excerpts from the preface of ENOCH—The Book of God by Dr E. V. Kenealy

I wanted to share this as it is amazingly relevant to the state of our world today, which by the way has me cringing in disgust and wanting to hide from everything other than Widders and my four walls. These are excerpts from a letter by Dr. E. V. Kenealy written in 1872  in response to a criticism of his understanding of St. Paul’s influence of and intent toward modern Christianity.  I have edited and cherry picked for the sake of brevity, for like most Hermeticists, Dr. Kenealy can be quite verbose.

…But even if it were true that Paul wrote some few things that were good, how can this justify, or excuse, the great mass that is bad? And is not the soul-destroying doctrine of Faith without works and the blood-atonement which peoples earth with so many criminals, and hell with so many millions, attributable in a great measure to the dogmas which this man has laid down? To me it is perfectly clear that Paul wilfully and wickedly – a very Antichrist – set himself up against Jesus, and laboured in every way he could to destroy the creed which the Ninth Messenger came from heaven to beautify and renew. And in this object Paul has been too successful. For one preacher who takes his text and his doctrine from Jesus on the Sunday, there are twenty who take their text and their follies from Paul; and for one man who models his life upon the teachings of the Ninth Messenger there are a thousand who put their faith absolutely in the blood-stained homicide of the first Martyr.

…I know Europe, and I believe it to be impossible to overstate the amount of sin and hypocrisy, and misery, which it contains. In England, more especially, instead of Seven Trumpet-bearing Angels, we have seventy-seven thousand who daily proclaim from the house tops that we are the most virtuous and happy of mankind, while all around us gives the lie to the false pretence. I believe that there is more vice, wretchedness, poverty, and ignorance, in the “happy land,” with Paul for its teacher, and the Bible Society for its guardian, than in any other land of which we have record whether in the Present, or the Past; and that our political system, which accumulates all the wealth in the coffers of the rich, while it makes the poor every day poorer, will end one day in a volcano of fire, of blood, and ruin. Were I asked to point out a picture of hell in miniature I need but lead my inquirer into some of the frightful slums of this and other great European cities where, amid dirt and filth, vermin and disease, and poisoned air, and squalid raggery, and rotten food, and reeking cesspools, the poverty-stricken wretches, whom we count by thousand, and call our brethren, pass their days in blasphemy, drunkenness, and the vilest moral and physical degradation, cursing God and the blessed light, execrating the day they were born, and filled with the most malignant hatred of each other, and envy of all who are more fortunate.

Since the time of the writing it seems that the condition he ascribes to Europe is now pretty much endemic to the entire world civilization.

…And, when I go into an European Church, I find all this set down to an ordinance and institution of God, who has arbitrarily made these ranks and distinctions in society, because it is His Will; and those who pass their hideous lives in this most sad condition are meekly told that it is “that state of life to which it pleased God to call them.”

…In Europe we are taught all this, and many of us act upon it; for if God, their Father, has made these wretches so, why should we interfere, or interpose between the Tempter and the Tempted? for is not every misfortune sent to man only sent as a trial by a merciful Creator? and ought not the tempted mortal to withstand it bravely like holy Job of old?

…Hence we shut our eyes to the fact that our political and wealth-worshipping system has produced it all, and that the earth is wide enough to feed all men well, if only our rulers recognized the truth and acted upon its sacred dictates. Were it not for the holy well spring of private charity which seems to flow without cessation under the Auspice of the Holy Spirit herself, I know not what would be the condition of the poor in England; but God surely never meant that our brave and industrious people should be dependent on personal benevolence and not on their own right hands. But so it is.

This describes our current political climate very well, with our leaders saying with no remorse that the poor should be left to suffer what they will.

I have read a great deal about foreign peoples, and the result is this, that I find that they are almost always the worse for intercourse with Europeans, whether they go in the guise of merchants or missionaries. Beyond this I need not advance. I have done all I could, as far as inquiry and research can do it, to make myself well acquainted with the moral condition of each quarter, and I find with sorrow that petro-paulites (there are but few Christians), are as a rule, worse than the followers of Buddha, Brahm, or Mohammed; while, to give the crowning point to all their wickedness, they hypocritically pretend that they are the best and purest of mankind, and affect to weep over the condition of those lands from which all true Light originally came, and still belongs.

Morning Muddle

we flail away at at what we perceive,

analyzing the mirror,

altering it’s structure,

using it’s glamour to hypnotize one another.

forever distracted from what must be known,

the watcher,

the knower,

the creator,

the one.

Morning Reading

“It is therefore no disparagement of philosophy to say of it that, in contrast with science, its method is subjective. Did we but realize it; there is greater safety in the knowledge of our own consciousness, which is direct, than in the knowledge of the world around us, which is indirect.”


“There is no more pathetic spectacle than that of an age which is bored with life. Materially our modern world is richer than perhaps any preceding age; spiritually we are paupers. Not all our truly wonderful physical accomplishments, not all our abundance of amusements and sensations can hide the fact that we are poor within. In fact, the task of the latter is but to hide the poverty within; when our inner life is arid we must needs create artificial stimuli from without to provide a substitute, or at least cause such an unbroken succession of ever varying sensations that we have no time to notice the absence of life from within.”


“With the dawn of intellect the mystery of primitive man is lost and naught but facts in their vulgarity remain; in the sublime ignorance of a self-satisfaction, which doubts neither itself nor the world, man moves among mysteries which, could he but realize them, would strike terror into his heart. And should he occasionally catch a glimpse of the mystery of life he but hastens to cover it up and even deny it, lest the comfort of his intellectual slumber should be disturbed. Rather than risk the chance of an upheaval of the familiar and comfortable facts of his existence he will shut his eyes to the unexplained and burn at the stake those who persist in seeing and questioning.”


“The awakening to the mystery of life is a revolutionary event; in it an old world is destroyed so that a new and better one may take its place, and all things are affected by the change.  We wake up to realize that we have never known ourselves, that we have lived as in a blind dream of ceaseless activity in which there was never a moment of self recollection.”


from The Quest of Life by J. J. Van der Leeuw

History as Faith

I’ve been listening to a lot of Graham Hancock recently and it has me viewing history much differently. When you really look at it, history is just as much faith-based as any religion, which becomes more apparent the further back in time you go. Even recent history has many different interpretation based on perspective and ideology. Just look at the genocide of the Native American people and culture as told in our text books compared to what is remembered by the First Nations. History is a story told to us by people who have looked at and interpreted evidence, which is used to spin the narrative. So I think that what you believe about history is less important than how you believe “in” history.

All of history is story telling based on evidence. So it follows that when evidence becomes known that disrupts that flow of the story, we should alter the story enough to incorporate the new evidence. However, this is not typically what happens because of a glitch in how us humans think, especially when in large groups. We tend to identify with a particular story, we become invested in that specific narrative, and when new evidence comes that conflicts with the narrative, we ignore the evidence. There are even some who would say that there is a conspiracy to hide and discredit evidence that is a threat to the current social paradigm.

So why is this even important? Who cares about history and cultural narratives? It is important because the story we believe about ourselves, about our culture, about our history has a direct effect on the world we create every day. The story we believe influences our interpretation of current events, it influences our interaction with people, animals, society at large. What we believe about ourselves and where we come from determines to a great extent what we believe about our future and where we are going.

And if we believe a story at second-hand… if we believe a story simply because it was told to us by someone we consider an authority, then we are giving the definition of who we are to that authority. When we believe in a religion, w believe a narrative of who we are and where we come from and where we are going. When we believe in a text-book version of history, we believe a narrative of who we are and where we come from and where we are going. When we have a belief about who we are and where we came from and where we are going, we will live our lives accordingly.

So I would say it is both a duty and a right that we should look hard at what we believe. Is what we believe based on available evidence? Is it based on our own experience? Does it align with the contents of our hearts? Do we choose to believe that we are inherently flawed, doomed to evil choices and self-serving behavior?.. or do we choose to believe that we are miraculous, capable of great acts of kindness, strength and ingenuity? Do we choose to believe that the people on the other side of imaginary lines are our hated enemy, conspiring against us and hating us for all we have?.. or do we choose to believe that we are one species, born together on this planet, and that if we were to come together in cooperation and tend this miraculous garden, we could create wonders.

It is up to us, as individuals, to change the world through what we believe. What each of us believes, as an individual, creates what we believe as humanity.

Christ vs Anti-Christ Train of Thought

This has been brewing in the back of my mind for a couple of days now… so I might as well share.

In light of current US and World events I think we should look at the oft quoted but little understood dichotomy of The Spirit of Christ versus the Spirit of the Anti-Christ. I think most people would agree that the Spirit of Christ, as revealed by Jesus (allegorical or historical) can be summed up as follows:  Continue reading

Gardening in the Desert

Trying to garden in the desert really drives home the truth that soil is life.  Careful study by people more dedicated than me is revealing that soil is a very complex molecular society, with various fungi, bacteria, and assorted creepy crawlies playing vital roles in a dance between Sun and Earth that gives us life.

So what does the culture of soil say to me about the soil of culture?

Soil says we need to take the control of our future away from businessmen and lawyers, and give that control to scientists and farmers.  We need inquisitive and intelligent people to lead us; we need people who will nourish the land that feeds and clothes us.

Soil says we don’t need clever leaders who profit from our foolishness and apathy. We don’t need leaders who will dazzle and deceive, we need leaders who will honor and respect.

Soil says no more broken treaties, no more greased palms, no more taking for the thrill of gain.

Soil says I am a living and breathing society, and without me you will surely perish. Look to the glaring arrogance of your chemical fertilizers and the thoughtlessness of maximizing yield for profit.  Compare that to the amazing complexity that arises from creatures taking what they need and no more.

Our mother produces life in abundance when we love her  in return, not when we gnash at her womb. We need to see love in life, remove the scales from our eyes, embrace the connection that is life eternal.  When you do nothing but take for yourself, you create a desert around you.  It spreads and drifts, the sands burying our world in dry indifference.  But bring water to the desert, give of your excess and share, and the desert will bloom.


Deepest respect to all of our relations upon whom we depend.  Our relationship with the air we breathe, the atmosphere that shields us from the space that holds us.  Our relationship to the water cycle that keeps us hydrated and clean.  Our relationship with the web of life around us… if we cut too many strands the web will collapse and need to be re-woven.



Bali and the Barong

Chapter Four of What it is to be Human, by Robert Wolff


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