by
Robert Farmilo
OR the alternate title:
All That and a Bag of Chips
Never fear, it ain't gonna happen...and if'n it does, it won't be for too long. Yeah, I'm talking about the idea that me-me-me could get all puffed up on the God Consciousness deal, and pose it out over the entire inter-galactic nation of pilgrims on the mutual journey to some sort of cosmic peace of the soul whole.
Just saying, you know?
I sometimes get all high and mighty 'cuz I am blazing broadcasting from a unified field theory perspective---in My Vortex (nod to Abraham-Hicksisim), all mantrayed out and groovifying on the inner bliss realization that, yeah, I am one with the Great Orb.
Sure, I get "IT."
Man, doesn't that get annoying? It does to me. 'Cuz what happens to me is I end up pile driving hard, deep frying at sub-atomic levels, and am left, tits up, panting for some kind of breath, not knowing why I feel like I've been tugged out of myself, shredded, and pushed back inside me-me-me...but not with a great big dose of wonderfulness...no sir.
It's the suffering horrors where nothing makes sense, and it is all just junk, you know?
I feel about as close To God as...well, words fail me. It just ain't pretty-up-time...you feeling me?
Sure reads like a cycle ride of the manic-depressive, don't it?
Pure delusional swing shift mood swings...gussied up in the whole God shmeer.
Here's the thing about all this: I am definitely ratting myself out to you. I want you to know that it isn't all sunshine-lollipops in me-me-me land. I am going through the hard contrast between being with the golden wonderfulness, and the opposite stroke...not so much fun.
And yeah, I think I think with God. It's true...I really do. I think that I have thought dialogue with God. Yes, that God. The Creator of the Entire Universe...that God.
Oh sure, I've had my share of doubt-doubt-doubt. Maybe that's a clear sign that I am NOT entirely off the reservation. And boy do I get how precarious this setting myself up as this person who is going to bring God Consciousness to the entire world...because I "think" that God has asked me to do this.
Why doesn't God just go ahead and do it him-her-itself, if'n God wants it done?
I wrote a brief few words on that earlier this week. Some lame bit about how it's gonna take a frail, flawed, fallible human...someone people can relate with...who can relate with them...who is in a body, and is...human, like they are. Someone who knows what it is like to mess up, have problems, be mean and cruel, self-absorbed, and just add water and stir.
And that's why God asked me to do it. I have already taken on a lot for God...what with the book thing, and all that scene. (You know: Headline Reads, "God Wrote A New Book!")
And further down this rabbit-hole, maybe I am just crazy. You know? Nuts.
Sure, there is a God...maybe.
I think there is. But earlier today, I quit. Yeah, I did. I just...quit.
Some emotional carnage had happened, and I was all triggered and in my mental-emotional-psychic upset...and that dark gob of negative association was weaving it's magic spell all over my me-me-me mental landscape.
I was suffering.
And I quit. Yeah...just told God I wasn't gonna do it. Go find another chump to do your work for you...or better yet, do it yourself.
Thing is, as I write this to you...I get "it." And the "it" that I get...is that God is asking himself to do this piece of work. I am asking myself to do it...on behalf of myself.
You know, I could get all fancy with this and build it up into a sand castle in the air, with twirly spinners and majestic Gandolfs, and on and on and on...all wrapped up in The Pose of Great Destiny...sent by the Deity to rescue humanity from itself.
That kind of posing. With my chest all puffed out, and belly in, like a guy in sight of a pretty girl. Just that automatic reflex silliness.
Yes, I am holy, and a bag of chips.
Thing is, I know different. Now, that is holy. Ha!
Sort of a double-reverse-whammy kind-of-thing. Pose as all humble and all that, but the pose is on. Can't escape the pose.
Me? Naw, I'm going with ratting myself out, and telling you like it is: God Consciousness is NOT gonna be stable and perfect. You are going to get the shit kicked out of you. That's what happens. On the way with this...journey...you are going to be Mister or Missus Yo-Yo.
The old stuff inside you won't die an easy death. Just not going to happen. Sorry. My apologies if you have a different take on this. The closer you get to the sun, the deeper the burn. And that old pollution doesn't want to say goodbye. It hangs on for dear life. And it will try everything it can...every little trick in it's very effective and clever bag of books to get you to crash and burn, give up, quit, stop...and settle.
That's all...just settle.
You can have some peace and some happiness...but just stop this God Consciousness dance. Dial it back...and I will make your life a better place...I will stop this swing ride deal. You'll be okay.
So forget about talking with God...or hearing God in the privacy of your own mind.
What? Are you crazy? Who are you kidding? That just isn't NORMAL, dude. So stop with the pretension. 'Cuz you are definitely NOT some Holy Guru guy. You are just an ordinary man with pretensions of God silliness.
Besides, the Dalai Lama and all those guys NEVER claim to have telepathic contact with God. So...what makes you think that you do? And that it really is God, and not just a cute trick you are playing on yourself?
In essence, maybe all you're doing is playing a Holy Hoax on yourself...you silly fool.
My message is simple: You can have two-way, telepathic communication with God, in your mind, in the form of direct thoughts coming to you directly from God. And that over a period of time (which varies for each person), you can become more and more God Conscious...so that you will enter into a sustained and permanent state of God Consciousness.
You will be self-aware that you are God, and so is everything else...including all the people, creatures, places and things...and that this will not be a mood-making idea or concept. No. It will be a visceral, meaty, real, sensory, psychic, and so on...past the intellect...way, way, way out there. Crazy stuff.
Anyway, that's what I think. And if you want it, you can have it. It is your natural state...your baseline state. You maybe just don't KNOW that.
Yeah, this sure does raise a lot of good questions. For sure. And maybe I will take some time to ask some of those questions...or you can send them in...or give me some of the answers...or both. It'd be nice to hear from you.
Take a few minutes and respond. Let's spread the debate around the internet. Is God Consciousness real? Or is it a Holy Hoax, with a lot of silly posing pretension?
What do you think?
All the Best,
Robert Farmilo,
Translator, TGCP
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