The Gods' Own Truth

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The expression I use sometimes "the God's own truth", is a mystery to me. I don't know where I picked it up, but sometimes it fits the bill in a way such that no other similar expression can replace it. Not for me. I suspect I use it instead of "the gospel truth", which is a great descriptor, but too many times people associate it with Christian literature. The term "gospel" simply means that which is a person's own version of the truth of events that matter in their life. It's their side of the story from their personal point of view.

In the header above I claim to be using words to capture the drifting thoughts that pass through my mind at the time I'm writing stuff. Like this blog entry. I'm not trying to tell a truth that withstands all attempts to discredit it or trying to tell my gospel or the God's own truth. I have no idea what that is or if anybody know if there is a God's own truth. I reckon I'm doing what's called automatic writing, although that seems more trivial that I intend to be taken.

In any case, my readers have to interpret what I write. Each according to their own experiences in life, and the rules of conscience they adopted for the purpose of imitation and mimicry of some model that represents an ongoing and temporary ideal they figure will help them get what they want from being a certain way.

My remembering vision very clearly indicated that my essence (pearl) got drawn from outer space to the planet Earth with creative abilities. It's creative abilities seem limited to the results garnered from imitating and mimicking the behavior and/or attitudes of the other pearls who arrived on Earth pretty much like I did.

Once I realized I could not leave Earth and go zooming ecstatically through the universe-at-large as I am had done unrestricted by time and space, I started imitating and mimicking the pearls that were already here, and once I began that process they included the product of my creativity as part of what they were imitating and mimicking... and the band played on.

That's why "the God's own truth" as a descriptor seems so difficult to nail down. Everything and everybody is always changing from one form to the next according to the environment they imitate and mimick from. Presently, with the proliferation of digital media and the internet and satellites to provide new and different eye-mages from across the planet (and perhaps beyond), the changes appear more radical than ever, and the God's own truth has many sources.

It might be more inclusive and less arrogant to put the apostrophe on the other side of the "s" such that I write "the Gods' own truth" in order to include everybody's gods for and from all ti-me. It's become very apparent to me that I don't worship a single God, but many gods, and especially nature gods that either already exist or that I create for special occasions.

I'm starting to take my constitutional exercise exclusively on the family farm now. I can walk for miles without crossing my own path because of the irregular edges that it might take fractal geometry to figure out. This keeps me off the streets and the gaze of my family's critics and the gossip mongers who love to downgrade my intent to their purposes. I know for certain my siblings appreciate me taking this attitude, because my seedy appearance is not good for their reputations.

My brother's dogs love to walk with me, and I've gotten to where I like having them along myself. Guarding the perimeters can't be much of an exciting life for dogs. In the last two days they've run up a deer to chase. I've gotten to know about where they'll be hiding, and when I walk that way the dogs are circling around me and the path they think I'll take just looking for something to chase.

Maybe I've started imitating my father again. I stopped doing that at puberty in order to rebel against everything he stood for to establish my own identity. Being that way was a huge concern for me until I began studying the Gospel of Thomas and came to understand that it was necessary. Here is the very saying that brought some sort of peace into my life:

55 Jesus said, "Whoever does not hate father and mother cannot be my disciple, and whoever does not hate brothers and sisters, and carry the cross as I do, will not be worthy of me."

http://www.gape.org/gapes/prispevki/atranslationofthegospelofthomas.htm

The fact that I take this translation quite literally has constantly stirred a hornet's nest on the e-mail discussion list whose primary target of discussion is the Gospel of Thomas. Hardly any of the other members agree with me, and insist that similar verses from the King James Version of The Bible is more true.

The Catholics changed it early on to suit their purposes, and the Protestants went along for the ride, because it suits their purpose too, which is to get people to put more money in the offering plate. No blame. The saying is actually advice to the lovelorn, but it's not about romance, love, and marriage. It's more shamanistic than that.

In my opinion, people get lovelorn because of shame. They break some sort of societal rule or some prearranged rule of conscience and then experience great shame and embarrassment. People who deal with other people's shame are called shamans. They heal people's shame with various mechanisms and devices by telling the Jesus stories and passing the plate.

My shame was not healed this way, but through my remembering vision, and even the vision that released me from my shame wasn't apparent to me for decades. It didn't stop me from using it to find my way through the hordes of people who took it for truth that the KJV/Catholic interpretation of loving and respecting your parents and family.

Ordinary shame would have never elicited my remembering vision. It took more. The event that did the trick was to commit myself to the State Mental Hospital. My natal family could never get over the shame of having one of their own voluntarily do such a thing. I got pity instead of compassion. No blame. but within six months of my walking away from being in the insane asylum my vision came to me like a thief in the night.

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