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Recieved: 2001/07/23 06:51
Subject: [K-list] There must be God
From: J. Robbins
On 2001/07/23 06:51, J. Robbins posted thus to the K-list:
There is a state of mind, wherein one experiences one's self as being
a perfect sea of bliss. There is above one's floating center of
perception, reflected upon it, a sunset sky of blues and reddening
pinks. All is calm and peace is the very palpable substance of the
air, within and without the air radiates with an effervescent burst
of silent fireworks. A vibration of shimmering images becomes a
tingling sensation of growing pleasure. A rising flow of thanksgiving
lifts with it that organ called the heart. There must be God. For
this treasure of pleasure is such a work of art. One might die so
easily taken away by reason of having forgotten to take the next
breath. Breathtaking is the reason life lives. We grasp for more air
or gasp out our last breath. And this, in the universe we all find
ourselves, calling stardust and wind the organisms of life. What a
wild display of colored patterns are the living things that turn
vibrations of chance into visions. Hell and Heaven. The universe of
collapsing vibrations of might-be becomes a solid state of what-was
fact. To see this as yet being part of it is a paradox of being which
causes space to fold in, into itself, and become time, time is space
with inertia. Space with inertia is space with intent, it contains an
inherent compass of directions and strives to straighten out round
lines such as are caused by the inconsistent. To be and to see what
one is, is a dynamic paradox, for being seen by what one is, one
changes and of necessity changes also what one is seeing. Such is
the mind.
Now the mind is pulling itself together in a growing net of
integrity, all comes together in a liquid crystal flow of coherent
nows. My mind is more and more a crystal ball, a divining device but
one which also seems to radiate intent. I broadcast my heart's desire
and if my heart be pure as I can make it, God will do for me the
rest.
And I bless everyone, I wish no one pain on my account or any
other's. I wish all awe growing in bliss, thankfulness, each and
every soul I've ever known, let them all forget me for better or for
worse and find God. For He is the solution to all that aches and is
broken.
Would that words be my colors, my syntax brushes, and your minds a
canvas upon which I paint the beauty of my reflections. But do not
look at me, I am naked and out of breath, vulnerably exposed and
unable not to weep, for I trust no human heart and know my own guilt.
Faith maintained during pain becomes the energy of miracles.
Surrender to the angels one's portion of forbidden fruit. And the
garden within will open its gates like a lover's limbs. Enter the
grace and succumb to intoxicating fragrance, spirits in the breeze
whisper prayers of enlightenment and praise. Become like mist and
rest around the flowers, where the fairies tickle you with vibrant
wings, like a lover's lashes on your cheeks. Miracle of miracles, the
fantasy is truth.
occasionaly sane, j.
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