Saturday, January 29, 2011

Can you help me?

It gets frustrating sometimes....knowing, KNOWING, that I have seen the blueprint for a new epoch on earth. Knowing that I know the secret for how we humans can all live in heaven on earth. Knowing that I have walked in this heaven on earth and can describe it to you in brilliant detail. Knowing that we are on the cusp of a time without war and famine and disease and cruelty. Knowing that we can all walk in that world with a very simple shift in how we think.

Shouting all of this at the top of my lungs in this blog, but seeing it fall on deaf ears. No one cares. No one wants to know more, wants to hear more, wants to let me show the way out of the maze we're in as humans. I am essentially saying I have the knowledge that will save the world and no one cares.

I am sure I sound crazy, narcissistic, like one with a serious Jesus complex. I get it, that's the mania...I get it. But I don't stop wanting to share this message. Those close to me who are healthy and stable and clear-headed say the message is not manic. It's worthy and important, this perfect knowledge I have been given of our post-religion Eden. My dear husband urges me to parse the message from the mania and keep talking and keep writing and get the word out.

I ask someone out there, someone who is listening...What more can I do? How can I write my message larger and louder? What do I need to do to get this message out? How can I get people to believe? How do I know someone, anyone, is listening or wants to know more or gets that I have seen the light and wants to see it too?

What do you want me to write in my next blog post? What questions can I answer? What will grab attention and keep it?


  1. Your post just inspired me to blog for the first time in half a year--so I hope that the following might give you something to work with.

    About 12 years ago, I had a vision of how we relate to God/the Ground of All Being in a sort of visual metaphor that encapsulated many different approaches. Basically it posited that God was the Ocean, and the way that we relate to that Ocean typifies many different ways of relating (or not) to God.

    Some go out into the water and snorkel or play water games with others. They are in the Ocean, with their feet in the mushy sand, and enjoying the sway and rocking of the waves, but their attention is also on the company around them. I would interpret these as those devotees who are involved in a relationship with God, but also with the “community of faith.”

    Some go out into the water and kick up their feet and float. They let the power and volume of the Ocean support their weight, and the water covers their ears. They stare up at the sky and float on the waves until they truly feel at one with the Ocean. These, in my interpretation of the vision, are the mystics who experience transcendence.

    Some go out into the water, and either enjoy the frolicking with others or kick up their heels for a few moments, and then feel an overwhelming urge to go back out of the water and try to get others to join them. I would call these “evangelists” or “bodhisattvas.”

    Some go out into the water to swim against the incoming tide. They test their own bodies against the power of the current. These are the religious athletes or ascetics.

    Some have surfboards, and ride the waves of the ocean and interpret its motion in artistic jumps and speeding crescendos. This is how I see artists such as Bach or Dali or Hokusai or Bob Marley.

    Of course, on every beach, you have some who just don’t go in the water.

    Some walk along the shoreline for miles and miles, content enough to walk along the wet sand in their bare feet and roll up their pants so that the occasional wave can wash their soles of the little granules stuck to their feet. I would call these the religious dabblers who wander the great expanse of the shoreline, but never find anything compelling enough to take off their clothes and dive in

    Some sit on the beach (in their favorite spot) and admire the Ocean without ever going in: I would call these the people who like the idea of God, maybe they attend religious services, but have never had an experience of the Water. They’ve never really “felt” God.

    Some take the wet sand (earth infused with the Ocean) and build intricate castles, large and small. Some invite others to come and play in their sandcastles, some guard their sandcastles very jealously—worried someone is going to come around with the intention of destruction. Perhaps they may run out and jump into the waves every now and then to cool off, but their attention is primarily on the sandcastles. I would say these are the architects and attendants of religious structures. Primarily concerned with the construction and preservation of structures infused with the Ocean—but not the Ocean itself. (And what is it that Jimi said about sandcastles? ☺)

    Some are so fascinated with the intricate life within the coastline and beach that they turn their back to the Ocean and have no interest in it. Some are so involved in the deep mysteries of each granule of sand that they have dug deep trenches down into it, ready to discover more and more. They have dug down so deep, in fact, that they no longer see the Ocean at all—and some of them say to each other, “Ocean—you believe in that hullabaloo?” But the deeper they dig, the closer they get to the water that has seeped under the sand. And they may believe they have found something new, but it will of course be the Ocean.

    And then there are all those who ignore the ocean entirely. They are sitting in traffic on the 405, because there are so many important things to do.

  2. Thank you for posting. My mom espouses the belief that God is sustains us, buoys us, refreshes us and is what we are made of. I like the nature analogies, that God is water or sun or earth. I personally need him to be something I can see and feel. If he's not that for me, then he is nothing.


God, to have these guys in a room together again....