Friday, January 25, 2019

Death by Stoning

This is not a blog about the medieval method of killing real women in far-flung places of the world. Mr. R. Stone, aptly named for the condition of his heart, lamented about how he was arrested this morning. The FBI's predawn raid and subsequent arrest scared his wife and dogs, said he. Happy to just surrender civilly (after his morning workout and latte perhaps), he thought the FBI was unnecessarily dramatic.

The use of seventeen FBI vehicles seems a bit extravagant but then again, this "kingmaker" always did like a grand show, even if this one was to his detriment. He actually said that the only thing worse than being talked about was not being talked about. 

Well, Mr. Stone, your dogs (and wife) might have been startled but what about the slow genocide of decency and heartfelt care for humankind you faciliated? Speed up the time frame and the pounding people have felt based on your influence would sound like an atomic bomb.

Self-reflection is not the strong suit of those who plot madness and mayhem so Stone might be forgiven for his shortsighted expression of self-pity. What cannot be forgiven in a court of law is the impact his "dirty tricks" on the so-called civilized world...let us hope.

Tuesday, January 15, 2019

A Conversation with Death circa 2001

As I was cleaning out old files in my computer, the below document popped up. Written in January 2001 during a workshop called "Compassion In Action," it was an exercise in talking to Death. The purpose was to train participants to sit with dying war veterans who had no family or friends. 

My wishes are to know who you are because you are not a being and yet so many see you come to them like the Grim Reaper, as I saw you escorting my father over the bridge to the other side. Why are you a being as well as a portal?

Well, imagine me to be a manifestation of Divine Will cloaked in black with a sword as a projection of your fears. Or perhaps more well stated, I am the grand settler of scores. With me, all is swept clean, what is wronged is righted, what has been undone is completed. With me, there are no more excuses, no more denial, no more of “I'll do it tomorrow.” I am the grand finale for your limited thinking, not I who am the cause of this but your own attachment to fixed and rigid thought forms. In this sense, you mortals see me as limitation. But this is just the smallest aspect of who I am as seen from your limited perspective.

I am the great beyond, the Void, the all that ever was and ever will be. I am the Alpha and the Omega, the I Am Presence. I am your birth into Godhead. Rejoice, I am here as your greatest servant. If I come in robes of black know it to be the Grand Illusion. The Grim Reaper is a harvester, is he not? Reaping the fruits of your life. So celebrate this harvest, which will tide you over in the chilling winds of winter as you make your long journey home to the eternal sunrise.

I am freedom from all limitation and grief if you allow it to be so. And if you chose to wander into the Beyond, it is not I who is the cause of this but your own limitations and attachments.

Can there be such a thing as no death?

I am the train conductor so my existence is a temporal phenomenon. In fact, I am merely a signpost that signifies the point at which the illusory world of appearance drops away like an old suit of clothes. Now go in peace angel friend.

Between the Frying Pan and the Fire

When the first inklings of a pandemic started brewing in late January, I was in Bodgaya, India, the place where the historical Buddha attai...