The weather has been a little sporadic today. All the way from bright sunlight to sudden showers with huge, plopping raindrops. The showers have arrived in stealth mode for the most part. They announce themselves to me by the drumming sound they make on the preserved wood deck just beyond the opened outside door. The wind didn't pick up and there was no lightening to announce it's coming like it usually is in summer. Just "plop, plop... fizz, fizz... Oh, whatta relief it is!" You know about Alka-Selzer rains... right?
It's not often that I realize in real time that I've been writing about arriving on Earth as an alien for several decades, and yet I don't actually view myself as an alien in essence, but a living docetic spirit that can't figure out how to be wholy human in every way. Especially to die as humans do forever, and thus move it on down the line.
This theme of doceticism is not my idea or creation, but a theme of description that highly amuses me to work my way with it. It fits right in with my Kundalini rap of my twenties. The only difference I can find is culture and lingo. The content is essentially the same if the roots of metaphor are uncovered. Presently, I'm writing as though homo sapiens have a species flaw, and concluding that other cultures have called this species flaw other naymes including "the original sin." YMMV
This species-wide flaw causes humans and other species to imitate the possibilities of the other in their own best interest as "monkey see/monkey do" studies indicate, because they can't realize and initiate their own individuated possibilities in real time for-the-other. Compassion is distinctly human, but not all humans act compassionately even part of the time.
Why would they bother? They were created by aliens. They are the aliens themselves at heart. Rather, in essence, they are the aliens who created what eventually evolved into homo sapiens presently. It's the alien part of us that came to Earth without much option that is the mustard seed of all life on Earth.
That's not exactly honest or true for me to write that. My remembering vision was for all practical purposes about just me. At least, every aspect of it was about what had happened to me individually since I arrived here from outer space billions of years ago. It's only in this way that what I experienced was cosmic consciousness. It was not in any way all-knowing about the rest of existence.
What the other pearls who arrived here like I did experienced, I can't vouch for, but we all imitated each other in such detail that the only real differences between us soon after we got here (a million years here, a million years there) seemed bound to what part of the swarm we incrementally spooned with. Some cracks in ti-me produced pintos; other cracks in time made camels.
Systems of expertise are not the equivalent of gnosis. Yet, it appears to take two to tango in this regard. In a system of expertise the database used to apperceive a correct diagnosis or a winning move is memorized and used to calculate predictable results.
With gnosis, the database is provided by revelation and can't be earned by merit. It can't be prayed or preyed for, but is irrefutably given whether wanted or not. If you don't wanna abandon yo' parent's ways to accept it by your own hand, then it's given the hard way. Gnosis ain't always a blessing, and who-you-think-you-are dies like a dog in a ditch anyway.
For me a real problem happened early on when I took to the notion that the people around me oughta hafta obey the rules of conscience I chose for myself to be-co-me king of the world. Most didn't/don't like it or find much value in the experience, No more than I would like it if they expected me to obey the rules of conscience designed to get them what they wanted, even if turn-about is fair play.
I can't be sure that other people get mad when other people ignore the rules of conscience they're bound to by affirmation, because I have to interpret their behavior by my own world view like everybody else, but they act like they do when I treat them like I would myself.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
