Archive | September, 2008

God is Love

23 Sep

Perspective is something we don’t usually know we have until we get a different one.

That said, you are probably living under the impression that you love God, but fear you will never know him. You might even feel a longing to have a “deeper relationship” with God or become closer to God by living a good (sinless or forgiven) life. Most of us go through life thinking that when we die everything will be better. We’ll go to heaven and be with God and everyone who died before us will be waiting there patiently but some of those same “believers” wonder “what if” too. What if there is no heaven? What if there is nothing after we die and we’re just dead? If you want to find “heaven on earth” or know what it will be like when you die, you must first truly understand the phrase: “God is love.”

Oh, that’s easy, you say! And it is indeed. But have you considered that the two words are interchangeable? God is love. Love is god. Does this complicate things for you? Do you feel they are not interchangeable because God is a proper pronoun and love is its descriptor? Consider this – you can say, “Jessie is pretty,” or “Jessie is loved,” but you can’t say, “Jessica is love,” can you? It just doesn’t make sense. So when we are talking about God – just for now – let’s leave behind the concept of God as a person or the word God as a proper pronoun. For the purpose of removing the visual sense of God being an unknowable someone; an entity absent in our daily lives because we’ve never actually “met,” and with all due respect to our Christian friends, let’s not capitalize the word god from here out, unless of course it’s at the beginning of a sentence! Soon, you will see that god is everywhere you look, not just a grammar lesson.
If the word god is not a specific noun, then what is love exactly? Have we been living with the same notions about love? We all know love as a feeling – and we all know god as an infinite, inconceivable “higher being” but what if god is not some unknowable entity that you may shake hands with when you die. What if you had the capability of knowing god without having to go through the whole business of turning blue and feeding the trees?
The majority of us would not find fault describing love as a “good feeling” better experienced than explained. If the words god and love are transposable; the concept that god is a good feeling is perfectly acceptable except when we consider that majority of us have felt pain associated with what we consider to be love. This is why love as nearly all of us know it cannot be real love. Real love has no positive or negative – it is without judgment. Hmm. Sounds a lot like god, doesn’t it?

So what is love without judgment? When many people have children they say, “Ah! Now I know what it is like to love someone unconditionally,” or they may express it by saying, “I never knew I could love someone this much…I would die for my child,” etc. If you are lucky enough to have come to this realization by your children, you have been truly blessed. If you are one of the few who have been diligent enough to find it in those you have not birthed, the concept of love will be easier for you to understand and you are halfway there. For those of you who have felt love between your teeth, tasted, touched, smelled, seen and heard love – you know it can be fleeting. But, congratulations are in order, for if you have seen such stirring beauty not in majestic snow-capped vistas but in the barren plains; if you have savored “the fruit of god” in the juices of a simple peach, then you have known heaven on earth. You have seen through the eyes of god.
The trick is to have as many of these seemingly impossible moments as you can in this life. It is so easy to forget. Like anything we want to be good at, this takes practice. We can practice with meditation the art of being still and mindful in a quiet place so that when we are not it is easier to remember. But it is not easy. Some will find it comes as naturally as brushing your teeth when the right tools are provided. Some will struggle and may require a cataclysmic event to awaken them. Some will wade through warm milk and some will drown in molten metal.

Sadly, some may never know love but from someone else’s eyes. It’s all a little disappointing isn’t it? I used to think that once I’d found love I could never lose it again but life happens everyday. That is why we practice letting go of life to let love in.
My husband says he felt the happiest he has ever felt in this life at a certain time in a certain place – namely, living on the coast of Florida; before the death of his father. Like a good number of us, he equates happiness with love. Is he therefore incapable of love if is he does not live on the beach or travel back in time to a moment before the passing of his father? I certainly hope not! How sad to think that one could never experience such happiness again. But he is happy now. So has his definition of happiness changed? Or has he just realized a different perspective? Twenty years ago happiness was living with his parents with little or no responsibility, the future wide open and few regrets about the past. Now he is happiest when he is being entertained. Golfing, softball, television, you name it; he’ll try anything to get even a fleeting glimpse of happiness. T.V. is the easiest way to get everything he needs. Namely, a healthy dose of fear and a good laugh. This keeps him neatly in check for when he has to go into the office and exist inside a cube for 8 – 10 hours per day.

If you think that happiness is a place or that love is just a feeling or that god is a person you will only meet when you die, this life will seem so much more complicated than it actually is. You may move to the coast because the sea makes you happy, but what happens when one day you wake up in your house on the beach feeling sad? Confusion sets in. You may think: I left my friends, my family, to move to this place – now what? I loved that man/woman/cat/dog and now he/she is gone/dead and I have no love. If god is with me, how come I feel so all alone? It’s all about perspective, baby. It’s all about perspective.

Some good dialogue for after enlightenment

23 Sep



I hope I never fall in love with you. And as she said it she knew it was already too late. She was a hopeless romantic. She believed in soul mates and true love and innocence. . .and her name was Gretchen.



No matter how good it is with Don, it will always be better with Pat. Even when he hurts me, it’s better. It’s better because he hurts me.


Well, you know what they say. Chicks dig guys who are azzholes. Not the nice dudes, like my buddy and me.


Why is that? Are we subconsciously seeking to be dominated because we can’t reconcile the dichotomy of the stereotypical female role-model as being some stay-at-home-mom slash fuck machine with our own modern identities or some other, more heinous reason? You’re plenty asshole, by the way.


‘Tiz possible. Great…er, thanks for the compliment.


You’re just asshole enough!


Ah, mediocre azzhole, I like that.


Waiter, I’d like my asshole medium-well please. Just a little pink in the middle. 


You’re sick. I’m sorry for you, Gretchen.


Sorry. Comedy is my suit of armor.


I know. God. You are really fucked up. Thanks. I’ll never get rid of that visual.


At least I know now and can deal with that on my own. The big question is this: Do I submit to the programming that has made me desire punishment and pain and call it love or do I open my fucking eyes and see that I already have it?


Have you ever seen a shrink about this, Gretch?


Sure. She wanted to know if I had been raped or molested. If I have, I don’t remember it. I think I told you about it. She wanted to try hypnosis, I said no thanks.


But it’s possible? I mean your dad was abusive right and you practically ran away from home at 15. What about that creepy uncle of yours?


 Well, it’s a pretty typical psychological diagnosis, but there are other reasons why I might be this way.




Things Go Missing

3 Sep

Things go missing

Things go missing and they don’t

get found

around here

Things fall down

around here and you prop them

back up and the next day there

they go again

Things go missing

they fall down

and they don’t get back up

things die around here and

people too

things go missing, fall down and die

we do too.

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