I think Spirit is like clear, untainted water poured out into earthen vessels.
Earthen vessels- that's Biblical innit?
I think this world is an experiment.
And not to be taken entirely seriously.
I like Shakespeare's insight- the one he keeps coming back to- "all the world's a stage/ and all the men and women merely players."
We are here to try on different roles. To find out what can be done with a certain set of genes and social circumstances.
Why?
Well, why not? Perhaps for no better reason than that it's an interesting thing to do.
Between lives we are subject to the judgement of our peers. They are not unkind. They will have made the same mistakes themselves.
Is this experiment devised by God? I think not. I hate hierarchy. I think the only God or Goddess that exists is Spirit- omnipresent, unstructured, playful- and that we're It.
Earthen vessels- that's Biblical innit?
I think this world is an experiment.
And not to be taken entirely seriously.
I like Shakespeare's insight- the one he keeps coming back to- "all the world's a stage/ and all the men and women merely players."
We are here to try on different roles. To find out what can be done with a certain set of genes and social circumstances.
Why?
Well, why not? Perhaps for no better reason than that it's an interesting thing to do.
Between lives we are subject to the judgement of our peers. They are not unkind. They will have made the same mistakes themselves.
Is this experiment devised by God? I think not. I hate hierarchy. I think the only God or Goddess that exists is Spirit- omnipresent, unstructured, playful- and that we're It.
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Date: 2005-02-21 08:33 am (UTC)I had a friend whose toddler broke a vase. They ran into the room where they'd heard the crash, and he was staring at the glass shards with amazement.
My friend said he could suddenly see through his child's eyes the miraculous transformation of the vase into pieces of glass. There was no judgement or guilt involved, of course--it was just another wondrous part of his new life.
This child also chased the moon across a field, running after it with his hands up in the air. His father caught him before he ran onto the railroad tracks.
I wish I could go back to the freshness of first childhood--I suppose we all wish for that.
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Date: 2005-02-21 08:46 am (UTC)The broken vase is as beautiful as the unbroken vase. Yes, yes, yes!
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Date: 2005-02-21 08:55 am (UTC)Which is why the duality you and I speak of above is not one that must or should be seen as "good/bad"; if only more people could see that...
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Date: 2005-02-21 09:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-02-21 08:56 am (UTC)