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To find the words to write stuff willy-nilly just to find out what the story is with certain obsessions can be tedious. My lifelong problem in realizing these words has been that I don't have a continuous conscious awareness of what I'm trying to write about in my subjective perceptual realm, and so it's a little uncomfortable to open the barn door, and let my rustic rhetoric out into a cruel world of sophisticated critics.
The descriptors I need to say what I see have never come to me easily. The subject I'm currently writing about is the term "all knowing father", such as is used in the ancient Christian dialog at times to indicate God in it's fatherly role. The meaning of this term is hotly debated, and has been argued frequently on the gnostic gospels discussion list I participate in. Fortunately, not many of the group's members agree with my perspective. Each individual member has got their own row to hoe, and that's what attracts me to them.
The veteran members of this group almost always have their own take on what this specific expression and other boiler plate expressions indicate at the rudimentary level. Like me, they hardly ever change their minds about how they think about the topics we discuss. I do change my mind or pretend to, but it may be hard to detect. It can flippantly change to fit the current conversation when the pedantic shadow boxing gets amusing.
Within the month of August this year I've associated "the all knowing father" expression with two terms from the Wilhelm/Baynes translation of the I Ching. Those terms are "the great man" and "the Superior man". I'm exploring through my writing what this means to me. I don't know why. I am is already convinced they mean the sa-me thing.
What I'm ignorantly claiming all these terms and expressions mean (me-and-) is a source of abstract constructions that some people call the Cornucopia or the Akashic Records, and in the early Christian writings is often referred to as "the kingdom of God" as if to say "heaven."
Heav'n, Heav'n
I got a robe, you got a robe,
All God's children got a robe.
When I get to Heav'n gonna put in my robe,
Gonna shout all over God's Heav'n, Heav'n, Heav'n
Everybody talkin' æbout Heav'n ain't going there,
Heav'n, Heav'n, Heav'n.
Gonna shout all over God's Heav'n.
I got shoes, you got shoes,
All God's children got shoes.
When I get to Heav'n gonna put in my shoes,
Gonna walk all over God's Heav'n, Heav'n, Heav'n
Everybody talkin' æbout Heav'n ain't going there,
Heav'n, Heav'n, Heav'n.
Gonna shout all over God's Heav'n.
I got a harp, you got a harp,
All God's children got a harp.
When I get to Heav'n gonna play on my harp,
Gonna play all over God's Heav'n, Heav'n, Heav'n
Everybody talkin' æbout Heav'n ain't going there,
Heav'n, Heav'n, Heav'n.
Gonna shout all over God's Heav'n.
Old Spiritual
http://ctl.du.edu/spirituals/Freedom/protest.cfm
To me, all these description are referring to what I experienced in my remembering vision. It's a huge database of personal experiences that make me a universal creature, but says nothing about cosmic consciousness for the whole of the various universes. As my friends would disgustingly point out with exaggerated derision; it's all about me.
It is. I hope my die it is. At least in the big picture. There ain't but One Me, and each of us think we're It. That which IS me, is all of it. More is also less.
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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.
